The peak masters of Dongyan Peak and Liangyi Peak held the two thin books, their eyes brimming with emotion.
Heaven knows how sad it must have been for the peak masters of Wuyang Peak and Biyun Peak to be able to proudly say they were ninth-rank while they could only say they were eighth-rank. It was clearly a limitation of conditions, but it sounded like they were much inferior. Every time they recruited new members, their two peaks did not recruit as many as the other two peaks.
"I have only one condition: you must not keep anything from me."
The two peak masters nodded repeatedly: "Alright."
After everyone left, 001 came out, scratched his head, and said, "Little Xiu Xiu, you're making it easy for people to get suspicious."
"It's alright. The sect leader and the supreme elder have already warned them. Besides, 'I' am the protagonist."
001 pouted: "Okay, okay, that's a perfect reason."
As the protagonist, what's wrong with having some opportunities and acquiring some lost formations and talismans?
The second thing is to research magical artifacts suitable for ordinary people, combining modern technology with fantasy cultivation, so that they can be activated even without spiritual power.
There are evil practitioners in this world. Evil practitioners originate from spiritual cultivation. They are mostly due to impure intentions, going astray, or their inner demons getting out of control. Not only can they not be completely eradicated, but they often also cause harm to ordinary people.
He studied for more than a year, and just when he was starting to make some progress, he suddenly had a feeling and looked up from the pile of books on the table.
On Cloud Peak, a long-dormant aura is awakening.
"Smack—"
The brush fell from his hand, and Di Xiu slowly lowered his head to look down; he was losing control of his body.
"Little Xiu Xiu, Venerable Yuqing has woken up. The original owner is coming back. We're leaving."
Di Xiu lowered his eyes to look at the unfinished drawings on the table, his brows furrowing slightly.
The feeling of being forced to give up halfway was really unpleasant. He hurriedly typed his design ideas into a jade plaque, threw it on the table, and then hummed in agreement.
He collapsed onto the table, creating a gust of air that sent the design drawings flying everywhere.
Suddenly, Yitian emerged from its wrist guard and stood on the table. It tilted three times in the direction Di Xiu had left, the sword humming as if playing a farewell tune.
Xiao Lingchuan straightened up from the table, staring blankly at the ink stains on his fingertips and the blueprints in front of him. He then turned his head to look at his natal spirit sword, which was rubbing against his arm. His mind seemed to be shrouded in a fog, making him unaware of what year it was.
Suddenly, he jumped up with a start, as if summoned back to his long-lost dantian.
"Master."
His movements were too large, and he accidentally knocked the jade pendant onto the table. The pendant slipped to the ground with a crisp sound. He looked down and, as if possessed, reached out, grabbed it, and put it away.
...
Venerable Yuqing looked up at his eldest disciple who was rushing over in a panic. The sect leader and the other five peak masters also looked over, their expressions unreadable, a mixture of joy and nostalgia. They all recognized him; this was the child they had watched grow up.
When Xiao Lingchuan saw his master unharmed, his heart, which had been in his throat, finally calmed down, and he regained his composure and coolness.
"Disciple Xiao Lingchuan greets Master, and pays respects to the Sect Master and all Peak Masters."
The sect leader beckoned him closer and, seeing the open and clear look in his eyes, felt ashamed of his own worries. He said gently, "Good child, we've wronged you. We've been unfair to you."
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