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"Please wait a moment, Senior Brother. I will inform the Master before inviting you to the mountain."
"It's fine. That jade slip is of no real use anyway. Whether I inform him or not makes no difference. Since he has come, he must have his reasons for visiting. Let him see how much wealth the academy, which has stood for nearly three hundred thousand years, still possesses to squander."
Gu Ping smiled and, with a flick of his leg, drew out the Liangyi Sword. Many years had passed, and that peculiar sword reappeared in the world with Gu Ping's return, just as it had during that fateful moment when he had drawn it before, yet it felt like a distant memory of his former companions.
"Please do not anger Senior Brother Mo Qiu. If the junior brother must report, then how should I proceed?"
It was clear that the Elders already knew about his return. There was never any intention to hide anything. Gu Ping wanted to know one thing: would the academy support him regarding the matter of the secret manual, or would they side with Yin Tianheng?
Perhaps it also depended on Mok Ming Academy's stance.
"No need for that; I don't deny it." There was no need for the junior brother to make an extra trip.
"Please don't make things difficult for me, Senior Brother."
"Am I wrong in saying so?"
The words of the Mountain Guardian Disciple were cut short as the Liangyi Sword pressed against his brow, barely half an inch away. The warm aura of Liquid Chuang mingled with its chilling essence. Both glanced toward Mistake and noticed a similar sword light at Mistake's brow.
The sword light flickered.
Gu Ping chuckled softly and continued toward the mountain, recalling his first visit filled with anxious anticipation and a yearning for the world beyond.
The disciple named Gu Nian made his first appearance before everyone in the academy, attracting attention with his exceptional talent and the grand ceremony of apprenticeship, showcasing a strength that ordinary disciples could hardly match.
That day, the people of the mountain no longer denied Gu Nian, who enjoyed the life of the Sect, nor did they dismiss Jiang Ping, who had bravely turned the tide in Feitian Dongcheng, or Gu Hong, who had vigorously promoted the alliance of the three families.
The young man from the mountain was named Gu Ping. He was the same Gu Ping who struggled to survive during the events of The Book of Radiant Path, the one who had hidden his identity and fought hard against various powerful factions, and the one who faced countless crises yet never gave up.
A bold rogue dared to trespass into Mok Ming Academy's gates, showing no restraint as he approached.
Each Outer Sect Disciple took their positions in front of Gu Ping, seemingly having prepared for this encounter long in advance.
Gu Ping looked up at the mountain path where an elder led the Outer Sect Disciples to intercept him, only to find it was an old man he knew very well.
"I shouldn't be here; Gu Nian can come, but I cannot."
He understood that Gu Nian had already passed through, and now standing before Dou Elder was indeed Gu Ping.
There was still time to leave; Mo Qiu took a step forward, but Old Man's face was worth little more than a few coins.
Dou Elder looked at Gu Ping helplessly. Despite having broken through to the divine realm after years of accumulation and with the aid of elixirs, he knew from Tenglan's words that in Gu Ping's eyes, he bore little difference from a Nascent Soul Cultivator. He wouldn’t be able to bring twelve True Disciples here to set up an Eastern Dao Yan Void Formation to trap Gu Nian.
Even so, Dou Elder had little confidence that his people could stop Gu Ping after all these years. The gap between them might only be bridged by Tenglan's prowess.
Now that Minghong had arrived, there was no denying that he wanted to meet with his master. Some matters were better addressed directly with Minghong.
The slow, deliberate steps seemed to tread upon the hearts of every Disciples of the Academy present. Dou Elder's gaze was as lifeless as ash as he watched the east. The Formation finally activated, trapping Gu Ping within its confines.
"I don't deny it." Please, if this is the attitude of Mok Ming Academy, then it also reflects Master’s thoughts. At this moment, I should have already become Minghong.
As if trapped in an endless cycle of restrictive Daoist laws, Gu Ping could hear Ku Elder's voice through layers of Formation. He merely smiled faintly, slowly swinging his sword again and again, as if cutting through nothingness.
"Dou Elder, I was wrong." Gu Ping remained unchanged, just like before. Even within the Formation, he stirred not a single ripple. It was better not to compare; it was better not to see. The academy's stance needed clarity; there was no place for fence-sitters in that war.
Sighing deeply, Dou Elder then shouted sternly, "Move Against!"
Twelve Golden Core Stage True Disciples simultaneously activated the array. Gu Ping launched an attack, yet within the Formation, he continued to swing his sword repeatedly, seemingly unaffected in the slightest.
In truth, the disciple had become Minghong. Tomorrow, everyone who appeared on that path would represent the stance of that small external faction of the academy. However, the disciple believed that there were always those within the academy who could see the situation clearly. The disciple sought to give that portion of people an opportunity.
The disciple wished to inform everyone on the mountain that he had brought a chance that reached the heavens. Each person had this opportunity; it was merely a matter of whether anyone was willing to seize it.
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