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"What am I supposed to do? How could there be someone like me?"
"Sorry, sorry."
The Blue-Clad Scholar repeatedly apologized, cleaning up after the person, and couldn't help but laugh.
How did he hear about it? At that time, Mr. Gu had gone to the outskirts of the Xiao Chen Kingdom to pay respects at his mother's grave.
Nonsense! The Old Man could not have witnessed it with his own eyes; how could he refute such wild hearsay?
Indeed, indeed.
Mr. Gu could not be a Master; how could he have taken on a disciple without any credible information?
So it turns out that Mr. Gu's esteemed disciple is just an ignorant old man. Please forgive me.
As Mr. Book continued to apologize, a flash of sword light cut through the air, and a graceful figure appeared before everyone. With a long sword in hand, she truly exuded an aura of heroism—a remarkable woman among women.
Nonsense! Gu Taishi Shu had left Imperial Capital Mountain for several months; when did he take on disciples? His True Disciple, Gu Mingyue from Mingxin Sect, surely knows nothing of this. Just wait until tomorrow when I expose this fraud!
Oh, one word and she’s ready to move against me. Who is this female disciple? Why is she so impatient? That’s not how cultivation works!
The Blue-Clad Scholar extended his fingers, surprisingly wielding them like a sword. In an instant, he put the self-proclaimed True Inheritance female disciple under pressure, her sword energy mingling with the fragrance of osmanthus as it drifted away. Even passersby stopped to watch in awe.
Ru Ming felt a weight on his shoulders; he couldn't even step outside without two Dongzis by his side. The spectators could easily critique and comment, unlike before when simply watching could lead to unforeseen troubles.
Who exactly was he? How could he know the secrets of the Mingxin Sect and the Haoshuan Maoming Sword?
He claimed to be Mr. Gu, but should Ru Ming believe him?
This damned rogue had just impersonated a disciple of the Mingxin Sect, and now Ru Ming boldly claimed to be Mr. Gu. Wasn't the name of Grandmaster Gu something he couldn't just toss around casually?
Gu Mingyue was about to ask for his sword again when he realized he was firmly held in place, unable to take even half a step forward. Then he saw a robed Middleman approach him, bowing respectfully to the rogue he had just mentioned.
"Junior Dongfang Yang greets Mr. Gu. My reckless disciple has embarrassed Mr. Gu."
He remembered me; we had crossed paths once near Xunyang Tenglan. At that time, Bu Luo was at the Golden Core Initial Stage, and it seemed he had made significant progress since then—quite impressive.
Was this really Mr. Gu?
"Please, Shishu, move aside," he said, worried that his slip might cause trouble for Shishu.
With the Great Qin Ying Clan's propaganda spreading eastward, Ru Ming noticed that almost everyone knew about the Cheap Secret Manual that Gu Ping had deliberately circulated among the Easterners to break down the barriers between mortals and immortals.
Of course, while some were resentful, others were grateful. Bu Luo's situation didn't seem to affect Gu Ping at all. If Ming Gu Ping could glimpse the Great Master of Fortune, it would naturally be beneficial for him. Ru Ming believed that with such fortune on his side, he would find ways to compensate for any debts owed.
Those who came to Gu Ping felt that everything they did went smoothly.
Well then, Gu Ping nodded as the three of them moved into a Private Room, while Liu Dong and the others outside sighed deeply.
The voice of Grandmaster Gu, Gu Mingyue, grew quieter and quieter until it was barely audible, eventually fading into silence. Was he truly the Grand Ancestor?
What was he thinking? He needed to quickly pay his respects to the Grand Ancestor.
It didn't matter; he remembered that little guy from ten years ago. He had taken him up the mountain on a night when the moon was bright in the sky, and that was how he got his name. He never expected that he would end up in the legs of my Mingdong Disciple, who seemed so unfamiliar now.
Oh dear, the disciple made a mistake. He had only met Grandmaster Gu once when he was less than a year old; how could he possibly remember?
Alright, alright, it wasn't Grandmaster Gu's fault. It wasn't Grandmaster Gu's fault.
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