I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

As soon as he finished speaking, all the disciples' eyes were focused on Yan Xiu.

Now, both his cultivation and reputation have reached the peak in Fuzhen Temple.

Although Wu Jie was nominally the number one disciple, all the disciples secretly regarded Yan Xiu as their eldest senior brother.

Therefore, no disciple spoke out against Taoist Mingxu's decision to make him the eldest senior brother.

"What do you think?"

Taoist Mingxu asked.

Yan Xiu couldn't refuse anymore and had to accept it.

At this point, Yan Xiu jumped from being the last junior disciple to the chief disciple of Fuzhen Temple.

After giving instructions, Taoist Mingxu waved away all his disciples.

"Yan Xiu, follow me."

After saying that, he walked straight towards the backyard.

The two walked through the hall and entered a winding corridor, and the noise from the outside world gradually faded away.

Yan Xiu looked at Taoist Mingxu's back and his mind was full of thoughts.

He wondered in his heart whether his master knew his true identity, or whether he knew his true level of cultivation.

At this critical juncture, he couldn't help but think too much.

There was no conversation along the way. After walking for about a moment, they arrived at a courtyard.

There is a well in the center of the courtyard, and next to it stands a century-old tree with a twisted trunk and lush branches and leaves.

There was a green leaf floating on the water surface of the well, swaying and creating tiny ripples.

Taoist Mingxu held a whisk in his hand and looked up at the tree.

"Do you still remember the old man named Liu from last year?"

Liu Ting?

Yan Xiu responded by saying that he naturally remembered.

Taoist Mingxu turned around, stared at him and said, "Then why don't you leave with him?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Xiu's heart suddenly tightened.

Master, he knows his own identity?!

In an instant, many thoughts emerged in Yan Xiu's mind. At the same time, he secretly urged the spiritual power in his body. If he found anything wrong, he would immediately go berserk and rush out of Fuzhen Temple.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly became tense.

Taoist Mingxu naturally noticed this change, and spoke quietly without changing his expression.

"Things back then were complicated, so you don't have to worry. I don't care about your status as the crown prince of the previous dynasty. If I were greedy for glory and wealth, you wouldn't have lived past one year old."

Upon hearing this, Yan Xiu slowly restrained his energy.

“I don’t know who your master is, but in just over a year, your cultivation has surpassed that of all your fellow disciples. It’s not an exaggeration to call you a genius that only appears once in a thousand years.

But I see that the Qi flowing in your body is only at the seventh level of cultivation. I'm sure that with the guidance of a master behind you, your cultivation level must be at the innate level or even above.

The Xiantian realm can be regarded as a top master in the martial arts world, but this is only the beginning. Above this, there are the Tianyuan and Tiangang realms.

But you have to understand that even a Tianyuan Realm warrior would end up in disgrace if he were trapped by a military formation of tens of thousands of soldiers. After all, the world belongs to the imperial court."

Yan Xiu naturally understood the implication of Taoist Mingxu's words.

Now that he has broken through to the fourth level of the Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture, he can defeat Yuan Tingjiang with less than half of his strength. It seems that he is invincible among the top three levels.

However, he has never encountered a warrior above the Innate Realm, so he doesn’t know if he can defeat him.

As for the warriors at the second level of Tianyuan and Tiangang, he would probably find it difficult to resist with his current strength.

Still too weak!

Just as he was thinking about it, Taoist Mingxu's voice pulled him back.

"Tomorrow I will go down the mountain to find your senior brother. After I leave, all matters in this temple will be handed over to you."

Yan Xiu responded and asked with some confusion: "Big Brother..."

Taoist Mingxu looked at Yan Xiu deeply and said nothing.

The next day.

Taoist Mingxu went down the mountain.

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In a mansion somewhere.

A Qiantian Guard hurriedly stepped into the hall, knelt on one knee and placed the envelope in his hand above his head.

"My Lord, I have received news from Fuzhen Temple's spies that Blood Demon Hand Yuan Tingjiang... is dead!"

Sitting on the armchair in the hall was a eunuch with a feminine look, white face and no beard, holding a cup of fragrant tea.

After hearing this, he uttered a heavy "hmm", with the tail of the sound drawn out very long.

Suddenly, the people around them felt as if they were falling into an icy cave.

The person kneeling in the hall shivered violently, and his whole body shook like a sieve.

If Eunuch Zhao did this, there would be a high probability that someone would lose their head.

"Master Mingxu went to the martial arts conference. The people in Fuzhen Temple are supposed to be a bunch of ants with only sixth or seventh-grade cultivation. Could it be that Master Niubi has returned?"

"My Lord, according to our spies, it was the remnant of the previous dynasty who took action and killed him with just two moves."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yongshan suddenly stood up, his face full of disbelief.

How can it be? !

Blood Demon Hand Yuan Tingjiang has been immersed in the upper three levels of realm for many years. More than a hundred people surrounded and suppressed him but failed to stop him. How could he die at the hands of a sixteen-year-old Taoist priest?

"Well you little bastard!"

Zhao Yongshan only felt the murderous intent in his heart surge.

This child cannot be kept!

At this time, a young eunuch came outside the room, walked quickly to Zhao Yongshan and leaned over to whisper.

Zhao Yongshan's face changed drastically after hearing this. He paced back and forth with a conflicted look on his face, his knuckles clenched until they cracked. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said unwillingly, "Forget it. I'll let you, little bastard, live a little longer and return to the palace!"

A letter came from the palace that the Shatuo Kingdom in the northern border had launched an undeclared war and sent assassins into the palace to kill the emperor and the crown prince.

The prince is seriously injured!

As the prince's personal eunuch, he failed to protect him. If the emperor found out, he would be dead.

Your Majesty was furious and ordered General Chu Changbing to dispatch 200,000 troops to the northern border to break the Khan's Golden Tent and capture him alive.

"Send a message to the spy, and have him monitor the situation at all times. Report immediately if there are any changes!"

"Yes!"

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Yan Zheng was counting the valuable medicinal herbs in front of him. These were all gifts from wealthy businessmen who wanted to befriend Fuzhen Temple.

Yan Xiu, who was struggling to find suitable herbs to make the anti-aging pill, accepted it generously after hearing about it.

As a cultivator, he doesn't want to look old.

Taoist Mingxu revealed some things about the martial arts world before going down the mountain.

At that time, a dark horse emerged in the martial arts conference. At the age of seventeen, he defeated the younger generation of heroes from various sects and won the first place.

But he didn't care about the title. He just said it was nothing and turned away, which made many senior celebrities furious.

From then on, the young man wandered all over the territory of the Yuan Dynasty. Wherever he went, he would challenge the local famous sects. Once he won, he would not ask for any martial arts secrets, but only take the plaque on the sect's gate.

Such a slapping move naturally displeased many sects, but they couldn't defeat the enemy in a fight, and if they rushed forward they would be accused of bullying the weak with their numbers, so they could only verbally condemn the enemy for lacking martial ethics.

During this period of time, he traveled to almost all major sects and picked up countless plaques. Moreover, this man was quite ruthless and many people who fought against him ended up being injured.

For a time, many sects were in a panic and closed their doors to visitors.

The story of how Yan Xiu killed Yuan Tingjiang with two moves was widely circulated in the martial arts world, so that man naturally would not let go of this opportunity.

Taoist Mingxu seemed very worried. Although he knew that Yan Xiu was capable of defeating Yuan Tingjiang, the young man had defeated many heroes in the martial arts conference and was probably not much inferior to Yan Xiu.

Before going down the mountain, he specifically reminded everyone that if they found this person coming up the mountain to challenge them, they should not accept it rashly.

Yan Xiu didn't care about this. As long as he dared to go up the mountain, he would let him see the demeanor of an immortal cultivator!

A few days later, a sweet aroma emanated from the alchemy furnace.

Yan Xiu waved his hand gently, and the furnace lid opened automatically, and three anti-aging pills fell into his hands.

He was not in a hurry to take it. He was only sixteen years old. Although he had a handsome appearance, he was still a little childish. So he planned to wait a few years before taking it.

Just one pill of this anti-aging pill can keep one young forever. As for the two extra pills, he hasn't figured out what to do with them yet.