I've waited for you for a thousand years, and I've lived this life just to meet you

"You...you are the disciple of the Medicine God?!"

Zhou Shijie's face instantly turned from ashen to pale, and for the first time, his eyes revealed unconcealable horror and panic.

How did she know such a secret thing? Even Gu Liangyun didn't know about Leng Haotian.

After a long moment, he screamed, trying to mask his fear with anger. "Ridiculous! Thousands of years have passed since the Medicine God ascended to the divine realm! And you, you've only just returned from overcoming the tribulation! How dare you claim to be a disciple of the Medicine God? It's simply... it's simply a joke."

"joke?"

Su Yuer raised a cold arc at the corner of her lips, and with a flip of her wrist, an ancient and mysterious whisk was already in her hand, emanating wisps of Taoist charm.

She gently stroked the whisk with her fingers, staring at Zhou Shijie with cold eyes, and said slowly: "Zhou Shijie, you should be very familiar with this whisk, right?!!"

Zhou Shijie's pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart felt like it had been pounded. This was the Medicine God's whisk! There was no way he was wrong!

He stared at the whisk intently, his voice dry with disbelief: "I didn't expect that he... would actually accept you as his disciple?!"

Su Yu'er's eyes were cold, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, with a playful mockery: "That's right. If you want to 'meet' my mentor, I, Tiandao, can grant your wish today!"

Almost at the moment the whisk appeared.

The ancestor of the Purple Sky Palace, the Purple Sky Divine Lord, gasped, his eyes filled with horror! Not only was she the Heavenly Dao, she was also the direct disciple of the God of Medicine!?

The leaders of the other six major factions were all horrified! The reputation of a mere Heavenly Dao was already troublesome enough, but now, thousands of years later, she had become the Medicine God's last disciple?!

This is simply outrageous!

In the crowd, Wu Belly and Yuankong of Wanfa Dao Sect opened their mouths wide, their jaws almost dropped to the ground, their eyes full of disbelief.

The Goddess of Heaven is actually the disciple of the God of Medicine?!

Fortunately! They persisted and didn't join the siege?!

Even geniuses like Bei Ming Youyu, Lian Hurricane, and Song Xuan who had interacted with Su Yuer before were stunned at this moment, shocked by this identity.

Emperor Xuan's gaze was fixed on the whisk. At first, there was extreme shock in his eyes, and then, an indescribable ecstasy broke out.

That’s it! My brother’s whisk is definitely the right one!

It seems that the day when the temple will be renamed the Medicine God Temple is not far away!

In an instant, the onlookers were in an uproar as if the pot of boiling water had exploded!

"Oh my god! The Goddess of Heaven is actually the descendant of the God of Medicine?!"

"That whisk... is undoubtedly Senior Medicine God's most precious treasure!"

"So, before she returned from her tribulation, Lady Tiandao had already received the true teachings from Senior Medicine God?"

"So...even if you are the Medicine God's disciple, so what?"

Zhou Shijie forced himself to suppress his turbulent emotions. The resentment in the depths of his eyes emerged, and he squeezed out a voice from between his teeth, "Today, you all must die!"

At this moment when murderous intent was boiling.

Su Yu'er, Xiao Mohan and others suddenly raised their heads and looked into the depths of the void.

hum!

A strange ripple spread out silently.

From the ripples, an old man in a black robe with a sinister aura appeared not far away from Zhou Shijie and others.

He first glanced at Zhou Shijie, and on his haggard face he forced a forced smile: "Palace Master Zhou, how are you?!"

When Zhou Shijie saw who it was, a flash of surprise crossed his face: "Dao Lao Er – Lu Ang?!"

The black-robed old man, Lu Ang, grinned, revealing his white teeth: "It is me!"

Zhou Shijie's eyes were uncertain. He quickly withdrew his gaze and looked at Su Yu'er and Xiao Mohan again, his thoughts racing.

Lu Ang's cloudy old eyes stared fiercely at the whisk in Su Yu'er's hand, and he uttered a chilling sneer: "Haha... that old Medicine God has quite good taste! Taking Tian Dao as his apprentice? It seems that he wants to revive the Medicine God Temple!"

Su Yu'er and Xiao Mohan exchanged glances. This person came with bad intentions and seemed to have an old grudge with the master?

Emperor Xuan's expression suddenly changed. He stared at Lu Ang with a look of horror. How could the deputy leader of this Daomen Holy Land come here?

Even the Purple Sky God was shocked. How come the second in command of this Taoist Holy Land had reached the Sky Mountains?

Zhou Shijie had a blank expression on his face, speaking with disdain: "Resurrection? It's just a last-ditch struggle!"

Lu Ang glanced back and forth between Zhou Shijie and Su Yu'er, his face filled with deliberate amusement. "Palace Master Zhou, this doesn't seem right, does it? In my opinion, the signboard of your temple is about to be replaced with the old plaque of the Medicine God Temple."

Zhou Shijie's eyes twitched violently, he snorted coldly, and kept silent.

Seeing Zhou Shijie's frustration, Lu Ang's smug expression deepened. A cold voice pierced Zhou Shijie's ears, "Palace Master Zhou, are you panicking? Not only has Old Yao accepted a last disciple, but he's probably also placing the entire burden of reviving the Medicine God Temple on this little girl! You, the cuckoo usurping the throne of Palace Master... can you still sit there peacefully?"

Zhou Shijie glanced at Lu Ang from the corner of his eye, and his voice was as cold as a knife: "Hmph! What does the old score between your Taoist Holy Land and the Medicine God have to do with this Palace Master?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the false smile on Lu Ang's face instantly disappeared, and his voice was filled with suppressed rage: "What's going on?! Zhou Shijie! Back then, it was my Taoist Holy Land that helped you steal the foundation of the Medicine God Temple, and the rewards you promised, you still haven't fulfilled a single cent?!"

We've been fighting against the Nine Nether Ancient City for thousands of years, all for that rubbish treasure you mentioned. How many talented people in our Daoist Holy Land have been buried in the underworld?!

Not to mention that in order to help you deal with Old Yao, the foundation of our Taoist Holy Land was almost destroyed by that old man! And you..."

Lu Ang's voice was like a venomous snake, filled with resentment. "To maintain your ridiculous image of righteousness, you dare not even fart! If I were you, I would have been so ashamed that I would have died. How could I still have the nerve to show off here?!"

Zhou Shijie heard this, his eyes flashed with coldness, and he responded sharply: "Nine Nether Treasures? This Palace Master hasn't even gotten a single hair of it so far, stop bringing up old grievances here!

As for the Medicine God? Humph! Didn't your Daoist Holy Land declare back then that anyone who dared to travel with the Medicine God would be annihilated?

Now, the disciple of the Medicine God is right before our eyes, bearing the name of Heavenly Dao. Deputy Sect Leader Lu, where is your prestige? Go and destroy her! This Palace Master will wait and see! "

Murderous intent flashed in Lu Ang's eyes as he stared at Zhou Shijie.

Zhou Shijie's lips curled up in a sinister arc, and his voice carried a hint of temptation: "Second Dao, there's no point in you and me fighting each other here. How about... we work together again?"

Lu Ang's eyes moved slightly, and his voice was gloomy: "What do you want?"

Zhou Shijie stared directly at Su Yu'er and continued to transmit, "This Palace Master will never allow the Temple to change hands. Your Daoist Holy Land also doesn't want to see the Medicine God Temple reappear! We have the same goal, why not join forces?"

His voice was filled with incitement. "If we let this girl take back the temple and put up the Medicine God Temple plaque again... I believe that before long, with her Heavenly Dao abilities, do you think she won't be able to figure out who helped me seize the Medicine God Temple's foundation back then? By then, do you think your Taoist Holy Land will still be able to survive?!"

Lu Ang's eyes changed drastically, becoming so gloomy that water almost dripped out of them.

Zhou Shijie struck while the iron was hot, and his voice transmission was filled with an unquestionable sense of oppression: "You and I both know that if my temple or your Taoist holy land were to face this Tiandao and the forces she controls alone, neither of us would gain any advantage.

But if you and I join forces, plus the five major forces of Canglan Immortal Realm... she and the demon race will be unable to escape even if they have wings!"

Lu Ang was silent for several breaths, his cloudy old eyes finally fixed on Su Yu'er. A hint of madness and determination flashed across his face, and he murmured almost silently: "Old Yao... no matter what, this little spark of fire you left behind... I must personally extinguish it!"

At the same time, Su Yu'er frowned and whispered to Xiao Mohan, "They are plotting through voice transmission!"

Xiao Mohan's eyes were sharp, and he nodded and said, "Hmm! This Daomen Holy Land and the Medicine God Temple seem to have a very deep connection. This Lu Ang might not be a good person."

Demon Emperor Yan Zhu's eyes were cold as he spoke in a deep voice, "It's said that Senior Medicine God, along with the disciples of the Medicine God Temple, nearly destroyed the gate of the Taoist Holy Land. The exact reason is unknown. But the Taoist Holy Land once made a bold statement: anyone who dares to travel with the Medicine God will be killed without mercy!"

"Is this really true?" Su Yu'er looked surprised and suspicious.

Xiao Mohan's brows furrowed, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "So it seems... this Daomen Sacred Land was the one who secretly stabbed Zhou Shijie in the back when he was able to successfully steal the Medicine God Temple. Even the bloody battles in Jiuyou Ancient City for tens of millions of years could not have been done without their help!"

Just when the situation on both sides was undercurrent and murderous intent was lurking.

Emperor Xuan, Shang Xuan, who had been silent the entire time, slowly raised his eyes. His gaze held a murderous intent that could burn everything to ashes! He stared directly at the black-robed figure in the void. His voice was quiet, yet icy and piercing, clearly penetrating the entire audience:

"Oh, I was wondering who it was. It turns out to be Deputy Sect Master Lu of the Daoist Holy Land! This is the first time I've seen you, Dao Lao Er, since the battle between the Daoist Holy Land and the Medicine God Temple. It's been a long time!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Shijie and Lu Ang's gazes, like two cold poisoned arrows, instantly focused on Shang Xuan.

The next moment, astonishment appeared on their faces, and they shouted in unison, "Shang Xuan?"

Shang Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, a cold and disdainful smile on his lips: "How rare! Dao Er, you haven't forgotten this emperor!"

Lu Ang's expression instantly turned extremely ugly. He stared at Shang Xuan intently, squeezing out a few words from between his teeth, filled with deep hatred: "Shang Xuan! Even if you turned into ashes... I would still recognize you!! But, after thousands of years, you are still so young?!"

This young man made him even more suspicious.

Shang Xuan's eyes were cold, but the corners of his mouth curled up in a playful arc: "There's nothing I can do. Compared to your decrepit face, I'm really too young!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience below was in an uproar and couldn't help laughing. This guy's mouth was too poisonous!