Xuan Yun Immortal Sect.
Changyun, who had been full of anticipation and waiting for Tianjiao to arrive, suddenly changed his expression.
Nagano, standing to the side, also looked somewhat surprised.
When exceptional talents encounter such a sight, they would be eager to ascend to the celestial realm.
But this one is interesting.
If it were just three words, "I am unwilling," he could understand that this prodigy might have already obtained other inheritances.
Or perhaps, they admire the sword cultivation tradition even more.
Such things are not uncommon throughout history.
But the problem is that after "I don't want to," there's a half-sentence: "At least not now."
It's just a few words more.
Nagano, however, sensed the pride of that prodigy from it.
And an attitude of seeing a deity but not bowing to him.
It must be said that if he only possessed the talent of a saint, he wouldn't be so curious.
Now, he's starting to look forward to the child's arrival.
Nagano smiled, his beard twitching, finding this prodigy quite amusing.
However, Changyun's face was clouded with anger, as if he were extremely furious.
"Outrageous! How dare he humiliate our immortal sect's heritage like this!!!"
"Senior brother, I believe that for the sake of Xuanyun, we should take back that guiding jade pendant."
"Not punishing him is already a great act of magnanimity on my part, Xuan Yun." She looked at Nagano with anger on her face.
Nagano frowned slightly and gave her a deep look.
He said indifferently, "Since ancient times, those who created the Sacred Bamboo have been remembered for eternity and can join any immortal sect."
"These are the rules set by the sages, are you going to break them too?" His eyes suddenly turned sharp as he said the last sentence.
It seemed as if he intended to take on the role of a master and train his apprentice.
Nagano snorted coldly: "Since we can't take it back..."
"But, did he slap our Xuanyun in the face?"
Are we supposed to greet him with a smile and welcome him into our home in the future?
"Senior brother, although all the sects have fallen, the reputation of our immortal sects must not be easily disgraced!"
Nagano was about to reprimand him when a sudden inspiration flashed through his mind.
He shut his mouth and said no more.
He knew that his junior sister was protected by the legacy passed down through several eras.
The passage of time, the burden of inheritance.
She is no longer "she".
This time, perhaps it's an opportunity for "her" to return to herself.
He had a premonition, deep down.
This child who refuses the path to immortality may be the direct disciple accepted by the ancestor.
Otherwise, the Misty Immortal Sect would have reacted.
In the silence, Nagano let out a long sigh.
"Alas, what kind of immortal sect is this? I need to go into seclusion to prepare a gift for the patriarch's personal disciple."
"I'll temporarily entrust the affairs of the sect to you. If you violate the sect rules, I will punish you severely!"
"Remember, we can only observe, not get involved."
He stared at Changyun with a serious expression for a moment, then turned and left.
"Junior sister knows!" Changyun clasped his hands in farewell, the anger on his face dissipating somewhat.
In her view, her senior brother was tacitly acknowledging her opinion.
Nagano has just left.
She then went directly to the whisk that was in charge of the Immortal Sect's assessment.
The middle-aged Taoist priest's smile vanished instantly upon seeing her arrival.
They were afraid that this big shot would ask him to "seduce" Su Yu to come to Xuan Yun Sect again.
Changyun snorted coldly: "Don't worry, I will naturally not let you do anything that violates the sect rules."
"That prodigy just now rejected my Immortal Sect's invitation."
"He even deliberately provoked us. Wouldn't it be an exaggeration to say that he offended the Immortal Sect?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest hesitated, then looked behind her.
Changyun said calmly, "Senior brother will be going into seclusion to prepare a generous gift for the patriarch's disciple's return to the sect."
The middle-aged Taoist sighed and said, "That's right. It's not good to make preparations for the return of the patriarch's personally taught disciple."
"It makes our Xuan Yun look rather poor."
Changyun said expressionlessly, "There's no need to change the subject, and I won't deliberately make things difficult for you."
"There's no need to punish him."
"However, if he enters my Xuanyun, we will have to start all over again."
"Measure it ten times."
Before the middle-aged Taoist could speak, she continued, "Since you are so proud and confident..."
“It’s not unreasonable for me, Xuan Yun, to give him a little test.”
Throughout history, there have been many people with the qualities of a sage, but in the end, they all still depend on their state of mind.
"I did this simply to let you ask yourself what's really going on."
"If he can't pass, just introduce him to any other lineage; that won't be considered a violation of the sage's teachings."
The middle-aged Taoist was speechless, desperately hoping that the voice of another old man would ring out at that moment.
Silence followed for a long time.
He felt helpless, but he also knew that the other person probably agreed.
It seems that the child really went too far.
"Then I will obey your command," he replied, bowing slightly.
Changyun nodded in satisfaction, but did not leave immediately.
To prevent the whisk from being just a perfunctory gesture, she added, "Since you've already agreed to it..."
"Then let's lock onto that arrogant fellow's aura first."
"I'd like to see what kind of arrogant expression this is." Changyun sneered.
This time, the middle-aged Taoist priest didn't waste any more time.
With a flick of his whisk, the aura instantly locked onto the target.
The next second, his expression became complicated, and he hesitated several times as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
Changyun asked with cold eyes, "What? Do you really think you can fool me?"
He sighed and helplessly cupped his hands in a gesture of respect: "Of course not, it's just that this person is a bit special."
Changyun was taken aback, and the displeasure on his face disappeared: "Could it be that he is the ancestor's personal disciple?"
The middle-aged Taoist shook his head: "That's not it. He is a disciple personally taught by the Ancestor. Even if I try my best to deduce, I cannot pinpoint him now."
"But this one is the same person that you asked me to find before."
The words fell.
Changyun's expression changed drastically.
A chill instantly filled the entire Xuan Yun Immortal Sect.
On other hilltops, the dethroned prodigies who were still vying for the title all sneezed several times.
How arrogant!
"How hateful!!"
The middle-aged Taoist even sensed a killing intent emanating from the other party.
He was about to offer a reminder.
Changyun's expression returned to calm as he coldly looked at him: "We should demand a hundred times more!"
"Not only has it insulted my immortal sect, but it has also ruined my prodigy."
"A hundredfold is already letting him off the hook."
Her tone left no room for argument.
The middle-aged Taoist priest looked up at the sky once more, hoping to see another one.
"If you don't comply, then I'll do it myself." Changyun turned and left.
The middle-aged Taoist priest shivered and hurriedly called out from behind, "Senior, rest assured, I will definitely put myself through the test with a hundred times the effort."
"You must not act rashly."
Changyun's indifferent voice came: "If you keep your promise, I will naturally not break mine."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged Taoist priest looked bitter.
"What kind of sins have we committed?!"
"Nagano-senpai, why are you in seclusion at this time?"
As he spoke, he clasped his hands in prayer: "Little Su Yu, you can go wherever you want."
"It's fine if you join the Misty Realm, but please don't come to my Xuanyun Realm for no reason."
Deep within the Xuan Yun Immortal Sect, Chang Yun sneered.
With Song Qinghuan here, how could that brat named Su Yu not come?
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