The Great Elder turned his head away and sighed softly. This was the most outstanding sword-cultivating genius in their Qinglian Holy Land, and he had actually fallen just like that.
When Le Qing'er saw this scene, she showed a hint of satisfaction.
Chen Yang turned around and said to her, "Master, do you mind if I clean up the sect for Qinglian?"
"No problem."
Then she said, "Young Master Chen, please follow me inside."
It means that he should be treated well as the great benefactor of the Qinglian Holy Land.
The five elders naturally had no objection, but they couldn't help but wonder about the identity of this young man.
How could a young man with such energy be just an ordinary person?
Could it be that some super talent has appeared in another world?
Qingyao followed behind the third elder and turned back to glance at the dead Lingcai indifferently. No one else looked at him again.
His body was even left in the wilderness outside the Qingyao Holy Land, with no one to pick it up.
The Great Elder felt sympathetic, but ultimately, due to Chen Yang, he did not dare to speak rashly. Moreover, the Sect Master's attitude was so cold, so he could only let it go.
A group of people surrounded Chen Yang and Xue Qing and walked into the holy land.
Soon they arrived at a courtyard.
Soon a female disciple came forward to serve tea.
The aroma of tea wafts in the air.
Although Chen Yang had a pleasant expression, the other disciples were still respectful and didn't even dare to breathe, because they were shocked by Chen Yang's method of killing.
Only Le Qing'er not only did not take it seriously, but she admired Chen Yang very much.
Le Qing'er slowly placed the blue and white porcelain teacup to her lips, took a sip from her rosy lips, and said, "Young Master Chen said earlier that the old leader of the Qinglian sect was an old acquaintance. What's going on?"
Chen Yang also took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and was about to speak when he saw a disciple walking quickly towards him.
"Master, Sect Master Ni has already learned about today's events. He..." The disciple glanced at Chen Yang, "He heard Young Master Chen's name and is anxious to meet him."
Hearing this, Le Qing'er was slightly stunned.
I thought this old acquaintance was just an ordinary acquaintance, but I didn't expect the old sect leader to react like this.
She looked at Chen Yang again with her beautiful eyes, and thought of the person her father had mentioned to him... the one from a hundred years ago. She still couldn't believe it.
When Chen Yang heard that Ni Baichuan wanted to see him, he stood up immediately.
Hundreds of years had passed, and the thought of meeting this old friend inexplicably stirred in his heart.
Xue Qing seemed to know his mood very well and quietly squeezed his hand.
Seeing Chen Yang's reaction, Le Qing'er didn't say anything more. She immediately stood up and led the way.
The dark cave went deeper and deeper. Chen Yang kept pulling Xue Qing, searching for Ni Baichuan's appearance in his mind, but he could not find any trace.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, I suddenly saw a bright spot in front of me and arrived at a valley.
The valley was not as lively as one might have imagined. Everywhere one looked was a scene of desolation, with withered grass and trees and dead flowers, as if it were a corner forgotten by time.
The ground is covered with mottled cracks, as if it has experienced countless disasters and vicissitudes.
In the center of the valley, Ni Baichuan sat quietly on a worn stone slab, his face as pale as paper and his breath so weak that it was almost imperceptible.
His clothes were tattered and covered in dust, his white hair was scattered messily on his shoulders, and his eyes were empty and blurry.
The once majestic old sect leader is now like a candle in the wind, half dead.
Chen Yang's heart sank suddenly, and he looked at Ni Baichuan in disbelief.
In my memory, Ni Baichuan was full of vigor and dignity, but now he has become like this.
Xue Qing held Chen Yang's hand tightly and felt the trembling in his heart.
When Ni Baichuan saw Chen Yang coming, his eyes lit up for a moment, but soon dimmed and a hint of doubt emerged.
This young man didn't have that kind of powerful energy fluctuation. Was he really Chen Yang? The Chen Yang who had wielded the Seven Absolute Swords, looking majestic and slaying the demon god?
The few of them were silent, no one spoke, as if they couldn't believe that the person in front of them was someone they once knew.
Seeing this scene, Le Qing'er was even more confused. She said softly, "Old Sect Master, this is Chen Yang."
"Chen Yang..." Ni Baichuan's old and hoarse voice sounded, with a smell of stale mold.
"Mr. Ni..." Chen Yang said softly.
A glint of fire suddenly flashed in Ni Baichuan's eyes: "Are you really Chen Yang? Chen Yang from the Floating Cloud Sect?"
"I am." Chen Yang said in a deep voice.
Suddenly, a skinny hand reached out to him, and he rushed over and grabbed it.
Two tears flowed down Ni Baichuan's wrinkled cheeks.
"What on earth happened! You, how could you become like this!?"
Seeing Ni Baichuan's expression, Le Qing'er's beautiful eyes widened instantly, staring at Chen Yang without blinking. He... was really the one from back then...
The hero in my father's eyes!
Wouldn't that mean he's already a hundred years old?
Thinking of this, her fair face turned red. It turned out that this person was not of the same generation as her.
Chen Yang lowered his eyes slightly, feeling mixed emotions. He naturally knew what Ni Baichuan meant.
After he sacrificed his soul to severely damage the demon god, the power of the evil demon gradually disappeared. The Floating Cloud Sect announced to the outside world that Chen Yang had gone into seclusion to practice and had disappeared from the world since then.
For hundreds of years, the suppression of the chaos caused by the invasion of gods and demons was believed to be the work of the Floating Cloud Sect. Only those who knew the situation back then knew him, Chen Yang.
The name Chen Yang was almost wiped out by the Fuyun Sect over the past hundred years.
"In fact, after severely damaging the gods and demons that year, I became a disabled person..." Chen Yang sighed.
Except for this appearance, it has never aged.
Ni Baichuan's skinny hands trembled violently, and a hint of regret flashed in his eyes.
Chen Yang is a rare sword-cultivating genius that only appears once in a century. The price he paid to become a cripple is too high.
"Now I have gone through a lot of hardships to recover my spiritual roots, and I can barely practice. Now I am only at the Foundation Establishment Stage." Chen Yang's tone could not hide his loneliness.
Ni Baichuan sighed deeply.
The dejection on Chen Yang's face only lasted for a moment before it vanished. He said, "Mr. Ni, what about you? How did you become like this?"
He wanted to ask if it was really because of the holy medicine from that year, but in the end he didn't dare to ask.
"I am old and my time is up. The only thing I am worried about is my Qinglian Holy Land. Le'er is still young, I am afraid..." Ni Baichuan did not want to mention what happened in the past.
Obviously he didn't want Chen Yang to bear the guilt.
Although he exhausted the resources of the Qinglian Holy Land for the sake of the holy medicine, he never regretted it. It was an honor to be able to contribute to sealing the evil demon.
Besides, Chen Yang became a disabled person because of that great battle, so the decline of his Qinglian Holy Land was nothing.
How could Chen Yang not see what Mr. Ni was thinking?
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