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Following Xiao Cunjin, Gu arrived at the Dao Xuan Mountain Range, home to the Cheng Dao Sect. The moment he laid eyes on the Ancestor of the Xiao Family, he was certain that the matter at hand was likely related to Xiao Zhang. Yet, no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't figure out where he had slipped up, allowing Xiao Zhang to catch on.
Becoming a disciple was an extremely important matter in any sect, especially in an elite-focused sect like Cheng Dao. First, one would pay respects to the ancestors, followed by a meeting with the sect leader. As a prominent family within the Cheng Dao Sect, the Xiao Clan had an additional step of visiting the Ancestral Hall, after which they would be granted teachings and cultivation methods. Initially, it was customary for disciples to present their respects by kneeling and draping their master's Dao robe over them.
A whole day passed in a blur. It wasn't until morning, when he returned to the Xiao Family Cave Heaven with his new master, Xiao Zhe, that Gu truly felt he had entered the Cheng Dao Sect and achieved the status of a disciple.
Bu Luo saw that his new master, Xiao Zhe, was smiling broadly, and Gu realized that the old man genuinely wished to take on a disciple.
Xiao Zhang was his junior; although there was a significant age gap of nearly a thousand years, their relationship had always been good.
Upon returning to the Cave Heaven, Gu felt a shiver run through him. Even though he had Master Yin Tianheng protecting him, this was still Cheng Dao Sect. Who knew how many old-timers lingered on the brink of death? If his identity were exposed, it could spell disaster.
Bu Luo noticed that the old man didn't seem inclined to let him go. After all this time, why would he wait until now to reveal himself? If he wanted to expose himself, he could have done so long ago in front of everyone.
Xiao Zhang mentioned that there would soon be a remarkably talented individual joining the sect and expressed hope that he could take Dong Lai as his disciple. He knew that his remaining aspirations in life were few; if only he could take on a promising disciple who could inherit his legacy.
The old man's words echoed in Gu's ears but resonated deeply within his heart. Those bright eyes were almost too painful for Gu to meet. He understood that he could never inherit the old man's legacy; he had come here seeking his own path and would not tread down that road again.
When asked how he knew this, he remained silent. The old man paused slightly before looking wistfully at the reddening night sky. Gu knew that growing up on Chengdao Peak meant Xiao Zhang had no dealings with outsiders plotting against the sect. Moreover, if only he could break through to the Refining Spirit to Return to Void Stage, then perhaps the position of sect leader would be his without needing to scheme for it.
A long breath escaped from the old man's lungs; Gu could clearly feel it as if a river were cascading down from above—powerful and unending. It seemed that only someone at least as accomplished as a Combined Cultivator could exhale such a breath. Yet it felt like a sigh from far away, only adding to his sense of melancholy.
He told him that perhaps someone else would be more suited to become the sect leader of Cheng Dao Sect. He firmly believed that person would be more fitting than himself. He had never been as angry with him as during that time when he punished him by making him face a wall for fifty years to solidify his realm. He understood what it meant for Xiao Zhang and the Xiao Clan if that position were wrongfully taken from them.
He bowed, knowing that the figure before him was a respected elder. The mere presence of that elder indicated that a choice had been made, and such a person deserved to be called Master.
The disciple understood.
Xiao Zhang told him that Dao Zun had fallen. Immediately, he punished Xiao Zhang and took him to the Ancestral Hall to bow in apology. However, in front of him, Xiao Zhang shouted three times to the heavens, declaring that the death of Dao Zun was akin to changing the world.
One could imagine that when Xiao Zhang roared in anger, he must have looked like a hero standing tall, his hair and beard bristling as he bellowed like a lion.
"Dao Zun is dead; it is better to change the world."
"Dao Zun is dead; it is better to change the world."
"Dao Zun is dead; it is better to change the world."
He knew he must have received accurate news, yet he found it hard to believe. How could Dao Zun fall after stepping out of the River of Fate, untouched by the passage of time? Bu Luo believed that he would never joke about the Sect or Dao Tradition. Despite his often arrogant demeanor, he never treated serious matters lightly.
His master had made a choice, but was that choice wrong? He couldn't deny it.
Their eyes met—one filled with confusion, the other strong and resolute.
He was not a clever man, so he should have known that in this matter, he was not being helped. Whether it was regarding the Xiao Clan or Fei Xiao Zhang, if he wanted to seek the position of Sect Leader, he had to seize it himself. No matter what methods he employed, he would take that position by force; only then could the power of the Sect be at his disposal. Since Bu Luo would not lend a hand, he would not obstruct him either. Everything depended on himself.
But what if he sought not just help from the Sect? What if he wanted more than just the strength of Cheng Dao Sect? What if he sought the power of the entire Daoist Sect? How should he proceed?
It seems that I must reach the height of Shidaozun to attain Coco, yet I can't even claim to be a Foundation Disciple at this moment.
He believed that day would come soon, just as Xiao Zhang firmly held onto that belief.
Gu did not deny it; Xiao Zhang's faith in Coco was far more resolute than his own.
Well, I will stretch my legs out.
Trembling, I grasped Gu's leg, which was as pure and red as Jade Leg, gently resting it on Pulse, feeling the spiritual connection emanating from Gu's body.
Relax; there’s no need to think about control. My body is inherently mine; I don’t need to deliberately control anything—it should be this way.
Both closed their eyes simultaneously—one feeling the external world of Mistake, while the other quietly experienced the outside realm.
When Gu completely let go, the scene of Jie Donglai made the old man raise his eyebrows in surprise, thinking to himself that it had vanished. Indeed, it shouldn’t have been like that.
I am who I am. How could I deny it? What am I doubting? What am I afraid of? If that world cannot affirm my existence, does it mean that I myself am uncertain?
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