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As the radiant light began to fade, Fan Wuyou stepped into the Scripture Pavilion first. Above him, a large crack opened up, reaching high into the ceiling.
There, the light shimmered brilliantly, less enveloped by the glowing aura, resembling a sleeping figure curled up within it, quietly floating. Surrounding it were countless shattered scrolls, seemingly forming a protective barrier.
With each breath he took, the radiant light gradually seeped into his skin, organs, and bones, as if facilitating some slow transformation within him. The light was ethereal and agile, exuding an indescribable divine aura that seemed to resonate with the sounds of the heavenly Dao to those who beheld it.
The elders arrived a moment later and were captivated by the scene before them; they bowed down in reverence.
That was the essence of an immortal!
Heaven bless our Xiaoyao Sect; we thank our ancestors for their great grace!
The legacy of our predecessors will forever be etched in our hearts.
Fan Wuyou also knelt down, not for any other reason but to pay his respects to the lingering remnants of that immortal who had remained here for over a thousand years.
The broken scrolls signified that the immortal had completely vanished, leaving no trace behind!
At that moment, a figure clad in moonlight entered. Upon witnessing this scene, she clenched her fists tightly, her form slightly trembling.
This chance at immortality was seized by a discarded disciple?
How could this be?
Fan Wuyou turned upon hearing movement and saw her; he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.
He urged the other elders to leave first.
Before long, apart from a few others, only he and True Person Hanying remained in the vast Scripture Pavilion.
He shook his head, his tone difficult to articulate. This child has profound fortune; after today, his future achievements will surely rival yours.
True Person Hanying curled her lips into a cold smile.
What does the Sect Master wish to say?
Fan Wuyou sighed even heavier. If it weren't for your stubbornness back then, would we have severed our master-disciple bond?
True Person Hanying dug her nails into her palm without realizing it; the pain brought her back to reality. After a moment of silence, a mocking curve appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Does the Sect Master think that I would regret this child inheriting the immortal's legacy?
I only regret allowing this child to walk away with such extraordinary fortune and opportunity.
This child's temperament is unfit for great matters; rather than lamenting over him, you should worry about whether he will bring calamity upon Xiaoyao Sect. Those who lack virtue cannot bear talent; disaster is sure to follow!
After Master Han Ying finished speaking, she turned and left without a trace of reluctance. Fan Wuyou gazed in the direction she had departed, his brow slightly furrowed.
He was not worried about Han Ying's words; Qi Xiao's true nature could be seen from the many times he had saved others. Although Qi Xiao occasionally acted mischievously, his inherent goodness and moral compass were evident, and his resolve was unwavering. A person like him, even if bestowed with the garments of an immortal, would not easily lose his way.
Fan Wuyou did not fear that Qi Xiao would misuse this newfound power; he only regretted leaving such an unclear-minded cultivator as Han Ying within the Xianyao Sect, wasting so much potential of this promising disciple.
Qi Xiao was not exceptionally gifted, but he was not lacking either. His mental fortitude was strong, and he had many opportunities—sometimes, this was even more important than innate talent. How could Master Han Ying look down on such a disciple with limitless potential?
He recalled the sickly Ye Xiuyuan and shook his head in disappointment, sighing at Han Ying's inability to discern people properly, mistaking pearls for mere stones.
Three days later, Qi Xiao slowly awakened. Blinking in confusion, he realized he was not in his room but in the medicine hall.
A young disciple with an oval face dropped the teapot in surprise upon seeing him awake and hurriedly turned to call for help.
Before long, Elder Huang’s wrinkled face appeared before him. Elder Huang carefully examined him from head to toe as if he were some rare treasure.
"You’ve been lying here for so long; do you feel any discomfort?"
Qi Xiao rubbed his neck and sat up wearily, shaking his head. "I’m fine; I might have just slept too long. I feel a bit heavy all over."
"Is that all?"
Qi Xiao chuckled softly. "Elder Huang, do you still not believe me?"
Elder Huang huffed dismissively. "You’ve been unconscious for several days; the entire Xianyao Sect treated you like a precious gem! If anything were to happen to you, not just the Sect Leader and Elder Chang but even other peak elders wouldn’t let me off easily."
Elder Huang was joking. He stroked his beard and glanced at Qi Xiao with a somewhat complicated expression.
"I’m not joking. Now that you’ve received something, you should know what it is, right?"
"A legacy?"
Elder Huang snorted lightly. "Not just any legacy! This is a piece of immortal inheritance that you would be hard-pressed to find even if you searched the entire continent!"
Elder Huang let out a low sigh. The path of immortality had diminished, and it had been a thousand years since anyone ascended. That item in your hand would make even the leaders of the other three sects envious!
Qi Xiao was slightly taken aback. Although he knew that becoming an immortal was difficult, he hadn’t realized that what he held was so rare. This made him feel as if he had suddenly acquired a significant burden.
Thank you for the reminder, Elder Huang. However, when I emerged from the scroll that day, I was disoriented and unaware of the situation. I don’t know how many people were aware of what happened that day.
Elder Huang sighed again. The commotion had been too great; half of the Scripture Pavilion was destroyed, and they couldn’t suppress it. The Sect Leader arrived urgently to seal off the area, and only we old bones know the details. The disciples guarding the entrance have already been warned by the Sect Leader and won’t spread rumors.
However, the item you possess is too conspicuous; it’s bound to attract attention. Even though the Sect Leader is keeping things under control, there’s no telling when news might leak out. Just be careful!
Thank you, Elder!
Qi Xiao quietly returned, trying to keep a low profile, but he was still stopped by a group of disciples.
“Senior Brother Qi, weren’t you punished in the Scripture Pavilion? What happened there? The explosion was enormous! Some say a treasure has appeared; is it true?”
Qi Xiao smiled awkwardly. “I’m not sure about that; I can’t answer you.”
“Oh come on! Just tell us what you know! The Sect Leader and the Elders all rushed over that day—didn’t you hear anything?”
Qi Xiao stepped back, forcing his way through the crowd as if escaping. “As a mere disciple, how could I have any chance to hear about such important matters? You’re overestimating me; I’ll take my leave now.”
The disciples were reluctant to let him go and chased after him.
“Hey, Senior Brother Qi, don’t leave! Just tell us something!”
Once he got far enough away, Qi Xiao could still hear them excitedly discussing what had happened that day. He loosened his collar and quietly exhaled.
He absolutely must not reveal this matter; otherwise, it would surely turn into a huge trouble!
When he returned to his quarters, he found another handsome disciple sitting on his bed, seemingly having replaced all his bedding with his own belongings.
“Senior Brother Qi, you went to the Scripture Pavilion for punishment and didn’t even realize that the results of this trial have already been announced. Your room has long since been moved.”
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