"I may not be able to come down from Wuming Peak in a short time this time."

After the matter was settled, Gao Han planned to go to Wuming Peak to report to his master. Given his master's personality, he probably wouldn't let Tingzhou stay there.

"Does he dare to detain you?" Zhongli Tingzhou said dissatisfiedly.

"You won't detain me. Didn't Master Zixiao keep you for two days last time? Just treat it as a training session. We have plenty of time now." If Gao Han wasn't afraid that his master would throw him out as soon as he reached Wuming Peak, he would have wanted to take him up there.

Zhongli Tingzhou glanced at him and muttered something, "Sooner or later, I will kill him."

Gao Han pretended not to have heard clearly, "Go back to Shangjiu Peak and practice sword skills with Master Zixiao. Also, practice the Hunyuan Heart Sutra well and strive to improve your strength."

"I wonder if there is anything that can allow two people to communicate even if they are far apart." Zhongli Tingzhou thought for a moment and said to Gao Han, "You go up first."

"Don't make Master Zixiao angry." Gao Han said and went upstairs.

Zhongli Tingzhou watched his figure disappear, then turned around and walked in the opposite direction of Shangjiu Peak and Wuming Peak.

Main peak, the master's hall.

"Master, what important matter do you want to discuss with us?" Hou Wanshan was the first person to arrive. His Biluo Peak was closest to the main peak. When he received the message from the Master, he thought something big had happened and rushed over.

The second people to arrive were Qi Yu, the master of Biluo Peak, and Qing Lan, the master of Chiyang Peak. The other peak masters were not there, so there were only these three.

Sect Leader Bai stood up and paced a few steps, "You all know that our great-grandmaster accepted Uncle Zhongli as his disciple."

"Of course, we all heard what our uncle-master said in the square that day. Everyone knows about this, so just say whatever you want to say, Sect Master." Qinglan was confused.

Sect Leader Bai sighed, "I asked you to come here this time because I have another piece of news to tell you. Senior Tian Dao has accepted a disciple."

When these words were spoken, the three peak masters who had remained calm were shocked.

"Master, Senior Tiandao was fine, why did he suddenly accept a disciple?" Qi Yu asked hurriedly.

He also focuses on the way of the sword. Senior Tiandao is the strongest among sword practitioners and the cultivator he admires the most.

"This matter was facilitated by our great uncle-master. Senior Tiandao's disciple is Gao Han, who was with our great uncle-master Zhongli." Sect Leader Bai calmly threw out a bomb, which instantly caused three huge waves.

The scene of my uncle-master accepting a disciple in the square a month ago, and Zhongli Tingzhou's excessive demands, are still vivid in my mind.

"Senior Tiandao, don't you never accept disciples? Why did you suddenly change your mind this time?" Qi Yu asked puzzled.

Sect Leader Bai shook his head, "Who can know what Senior Tian Dao is thinking?"

Qing Lan said, "I remember that Gao Han seemed to be using a sword in the Zixiao Sect's assessment."

"That's just an appearance. The premise for Senior Tiandao to accept him as his disciple is that he must kill a thousand general-level demons and ten commander-level demons in a short period of time."

The three peak masters' expressions changed again, "He's done it?"

Sect Leader Bai nodded, "Yes, if it wasn't completed, I wouldn't have told you, so from now on he will be like Uncle Zhongli, and his seniority will be higher than ours, so don't treat him as an ordinary disciple."

Hou Wanshan said in a deep voice: "Master, the two most powerful elders of Zixiao Sect suddenly accepted disciples. Is there anything wrong with this?"

Sect Leader Bai knew what he was worried about. "I have already asked my uncle about this matter. Don't worry."

Hearing this, Hou Wanshan nodded and said nothing more.

"Master, did you call me here just to talk about this?" Qinglan's intuition told him that it was not that simple.

Hou Wanshan and Qi Yu also looked at him.

Sect Leader Bai said calmly, "Nothing much. I just wanted to ask you if you have thought of any gifts for the two uncles."

Qing Lan: "...Did I hear it wrongly?"

Hou Wanshan said calmly: "You heard it right, because I also heard that the sect leader asked us to give gifts to our uncle."

Qi Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I heard it too."

"Master, if we really need to give gifts, it should be the uncle giving the gift to the nephew." Qinglan looked at the calm master and said with a smile.

Before Sect Leader Bai could say anything, a disciple ran in in a panic.

"Master, that great-grandmaster uncle is here again."

Why use "again"? Because the last time Zhongli Tingzhou came to see Sect Leader Bai, he was also the disciple he met.

"Did you hear that? You didn't send any gifts, but they came to you on their own initiative. Besides, how could you not give them any? Although they are your uncles in name, they are actually no different from Yun Ran, unless you want him to come to you one by one to ask for gifts." Sect Leader Bai lowered his voice when he spoke.

When Zhongli Tingzhou came in, he happened to see the strange expressions of the three Qinglan Peak Masters and smiled, "What a coincidence, the three Peak Masters are here too."

"Why is Uncle-Master here?" Sect Master Bai said with a smile.

Qinglan and the other two looked at each other. They thought that the person who would be most difficult to call out to would be the sect leader, but they didn't expect that he seemed to be quite adaptable.

"I came to ask you something." Zhongli Tingzhou smiled and looked at Qinglan and the other two. "What are you doing here? Are you here to discuss with Junior Brother Bai how to give us a gift as a congratulatory gift? There's no need to spend so much money."

The three of them were unusually silent, and the sect leader was right. Even if they didn't mention it, others would have brought it up.

"Uncle Master is right. We are here to discuss what gifts to give you, so that everyone's gifts won't be duplicated. This is a little gift from you nephews, so please don't refuse it." Qinglan, who often deals with all kinds of people, came back to his senses instantly and smiled back.

"It's good that you have such a good intention." Zhongli Tingzhou nodded with satisfaction. This Qinglan Peak Master was really sensible.

Qing Lan immediately took out a bag of spirit stones and handed it over: "My nephew came out in a hurry, and I don't have anything good on me. I can only give you some high-quality spirit stones as a token of my appreciation. I hope you won't refuse it, uncle."

Hou Wanshan and Qi Yu immediately looked at him, too cunning.

These two, one uses a knife and the other uses a sword, both of them don't like to beat around the bush.

Although their reaction was not as fast as Qinglan's, they would never think of anything else as long as they could give away spirit stones, and now he had gotten there first.

Top-grade spirit stones may not be as good as other things, but Zhongli Tingzhou thought that Gao Han would need a lot of materials, so he accepted it, "Then I will be disrespectful to refuse it."

When he saw the spirit stones in the storage bag, he was even more satisfied. There were at least tens of thousands of them, enough for them to buy many things.

Zhongli Tingzhou did not look at Hou Wanshan and Qi Yu, but both of them felt at this moment that even if they were standing, the ground seemed to be pricked by needles, making them uncomfortable.

Hou Wanshan suddenly had an idea, and quickly took out a few bottles of pills and stuffed them into Zhongli Tingzhou's hands, "This is also a little gift from my nephew."

There are various kinds of elixirs, most of which are suitable for the Foundation Establishment Stage and the Golden Elixir Stage, some are common and some are uncommon.

Qi Yu had just thought of sending the pills, but was overtaken by someone else. He looked unwillingly at Hou Wanshan, who was relieved, and thought about it carefully.

"Then, I will give you two sets of defensive armor..."

Zhongli Tingzhou glanced at him.

Qi Yu was silent for a second, then slowly added, "...a treasure-level weapon that can withstand a full-strength attack from a commander-level demon."

Senior Brother Qiu, I'm sorry. Please think of other gifts when the time comes. I don't know what else I can do. Apart from this, I really can't think of what the two young brothers need.

"My three junior brothers are so polite and thoughtful. In fact, you don't have to spend so much money. If I weren't so poor, we should have given you a little gift." Zhongli Tingzhou said with a smile.

"No, no, Master. If there is nothing else, we will leave first."

Without waiting for Sect Leader Bai to speak, the three of them quickly walked out of the Sect Leader's Hall.

Zhongli Tingzhou said: "They are so enthusiastic."

Sect Leader Bai nodded. This uncle-master always lied with his eyes open. "Uncle-master, you came to see me. What's the important matter?"

"I just want to ask if there is anything that can be used to send messages over a thousand miles."

Sect Master Bai didn't know what he wanted this thing for, so he said truthfully, "There are two types. One is the flying crane for communication. People with low cultivation can use a carrier. When their cultivation is higher in the future, they can condense a flying crane by themselves. However, if they encounter a restriction or formation, they may not be able to pass through it."

"What about the other one?"

"The other is the Jade Communication Slip, which can ignore the forbidden formation, but has a distance limit."

"How long is that limit?"

"The best communication jade slips can't exceed a hundred miles."

Zhongli Tingzhou nodded, that was fine, "How do I get this?"

"Uncle Master wants them, I can give you two. However, the best communication jade slips are rare, so I will need some time. I will let Yuanran send them to you when the time comes." Sect Leader Bai smiled. He was also worried about what to give.

"Thank you very much." Zhongli Tingzhou nodded and left.

…

Gao Han didn't know that Zhongli Tingzhou had gone to the main peak and looted a lot of things from the masters and nephews of several peak masters.

After returning to Wuming Peak, he went to find his master and received teachings.

"You should know that I didn't want to accept you as a disciple at first. I only agreed to give you a chance for Zixiao's sake. But that doesn't mean I want to accept you as a disciple, so I deliberately put forward those conditions." Tiandao looked at him for a long time before speaking slowly.

Gao Han's expression remained unchanged; he knew it from the beginning.

"But you have indeed impressed me." Tian Dao sighed softly, "Although Zi Xiao reminded me, I am not completely ignorant. You have less than a month to complete the task."

"Disciple is just doing his best." Gao Han said.

Tian Dao suddenly snorted, "My disciple of Tian Dao, there is no need to belittle yourself. Your talent is indeed that of a genius, otherwise I would not have accepted you as my disciple. How can my disciple of Tian Dao be worse than others!"

Gao Han was silent.

Tian Dao continued, "Although the Eight Divine Swords are advanced swordsmanship, their power is no weaker than that of ordinary top-level swordsmanship. Today, I will teach you the True Yang Heart Method. This heart method is extremely domineering. When combined with my swordsmanship, you will be able to slash out the most powerful and yang sword in the world. However, the higher you practice the heart method, the more pain you will have to endure. Are you willing?"

"Disciple is not afraid of pain. Please teach me, Master." Gao Han raised his hands seriously without a trace of hesitation on his face.

“Okay, but before you start learning, come with me to meet someone first.” Tian Dao nodded with satisfaction and walked towards the depths of Wuming Peak.

Gao Han was surprised, he thought his master was the only one on Wuming Peak.

The drizzle in the sky continued without interruption, like a broken rain curtain.

The two men walked on their wet feet and came to a small house.