Senior brothers, please stop abusing me. I'm going to change my ways to be merciless.

Since ancient times, people with great luck have determined the rise and fall of a sect.

He wanted to closely link Fan Li's fortune with Jianmen Sect. In this way, Jianmen Sect's fortune would be invisibly affected by this person with great fortune.

But this will not affect Fan Li's luck.

On the contrary, if Jianmen Sect's fortunes improve, it will also help Fan Li. In short, Jianmen Sect and Fan Li have a mutually beneficial relationship!

"Okay, okay, hahahahahahaha!"

Having resolved a worry, Master Qinglan suddenly felt enlightened and laughed out loud.

He even felt that if he was given some time, he would be able to break through to the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm!

Since Lu Xingran was born, she has never seen her father laugh so happily.

She was a little suspicious.

Could it be that Fan Li is this old Deng’s illegitimate daughter who is wandering around?

Fan Li was also a little skeptical.

She didn't know that she had been "tricked" by the upright Qinglan Zhenren, but she could vaguely feel that something was wrong.

Fan Li hesitated and said, "Isn't this... too hasty?"

True Man Qinglan said with a serious expression, "How could it be careless? With this Sect Master as witness and so many people present as witnesses, it's quite formal! It's not careless at all!"

He said seriously, "My friend, you must not deny it."

How could Fan Li dare that?

She said seriously, "Master, don't worry. I won't deny it. It's my great honor to be able to become sworn sisters with Sister Lu... Sister Lu."

Lu Xingran has dispelled the doubts in her heart.

First of all, the two drops of blood do not mix. Secondly, there is a tigress in the family, and the father would never dare to show mercy to her.

Thinking of this, Lu Xingran smiled and affectionately pulled Fan Li closer, revealing her white teeth as she said domineeringly, "Good sister. I'll protect you from now on."

To be honest, she quite likes Fan Li.

Look, how cute he is, and he blushes easily, so interesting.

Fan Li pursed her lips tightly, feeling a little stiff and uncomfortable.

Looking at the happy scene of the "two sisters", Master Qinglan was completely relieved. He rolled his eyes and said with a smile:

"This sect leader is Xiao Ran's biological father. Since you and Xiao Ran are sisters, isn't it time to change your words?"

Master Yunmeng frowned slightly.

True Man Qinglan didn't notice his abnormality and patiently persuaded Fan Li.

"Xiao Ran calls me Daddy, so what should you call me?"

Just as Master Yunmeng was about to say something, Fan Li spoke first and called out cautiously.

"Daddy?"

Master Yunmeng was slightly stunned.

He turned his gaze to Fan Li, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

How could Fan Li call someone "Dad"? !

Master Yunmeng was a little dazed, and suddenly the image of little Fan Li pulling his sleeve flashed through his mind.

Little Fan Li raised his head and said softly, "If I call you daddy, will you give me candy?"

What did he say then?

He said, "If you call me 'Daddy' once, I'll give you one candy. If you call me 'Daddy' twice, I'll give you two candies. But after you call me 'Daddy', you can't call anyone else 'Daddy' anymore. Remember?"

Little Fan Li nodded in confusion and said obediently, "I call you Daddy, and you give me candy. I only call you Daddy!"

Later, after becoming his disciple, Fan Li would still occasionally act like before, calling him "Daddy" when he was acting coquettishly and asking him for things, but more often he would call him "Master".

Later, he found his daughter and he forbade Fan Li to shout nonsense.

He used the excuse of "it's not proper" to brush her off, and watched the light in her eyes fade away bit by bit.

Fan Li hasn't called him dad for a long time.

Master Yunmeng almost forgot how he felt when she called him "Dad". It must have been sweet, right?

Now, Fan Li can actually call others "Dad" with peace of mind.

How could she...how could she forget what she had said?

A trace of pain flashed across Master Yunmeng's eyes. He pretended to be calm and turned his head away, clenching his hands into fists behind his back.

Master Qinglan laughed heartily: "If you call me that, Xiaoran will get jealous. Just call me godfather."

Lu Xingran rolled her eyes. Who was jealous? She wasn't such a petty person.

Fan Li smiled and stopped being shy, calling out obediently, "Godfather."

Of course, Fan Li did not miss the astonishment in Yunmeng Zhenren's eyes. She was just trying to piss him off.

She didn't know how he felt at the moment, but she guessed he must be feeling uncomfortable.

Fan Li knew him too well.

He didn't allow her to call him dad, but he didn't allow her to call anyone else dad even more.

It's not for emotional reasons.

It's because he is a conceited and arrogant person with a strong desire for control. If the person opposite him was not the leader of the Jianmen Sect who is stronger than him, I'm afraid he would have lost control of his temper long ago.

Fan Li was secretly pleased. She just loved making things difficult for him.

Suddenly, Fan Li felt a resentful gaze falling on him.

She looked up and found Song Xixi standing in the crowd, looking at her sinisterly.

Song Xixi noticed that she was looking at her, and quickly turned her head away, pretending to talk to her senior brothers.

Fan Li raised his eyebrows and didn't care.

The two sect leaders of Wanyin Sect and Yaowang Sect looked at the blue-dressed girl not far away with complicated expressions.

I thought I really couldn't offend him this time.

......

At this time, the Beast Taming Sect was still unaware of their conspiracy and was feeling regretful for losing the Phoenix Bird.

The sect leader sat high on the platform and comforted the saint with a few words.

The saint sat in an armchair, while the elders below were standing.

The saint remembered the divine power she had seen in the secret realm and told this matter.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone immediately forgot the regret of not being able to obtain the top-grade spiritual beast, and looked at each other in surprise.

These old guys have lived for so long but have never seen the power of the ancient beasts. The saint is worthy of being a saint. She is blessed by heaven and earth, and even the power of the ancient beasts is approaching her!

The monks in the secret realm are so lucky, they can see the divine power thanks to the help of the saint.

The elders looked at the saint with relief, respect, and envy in their eyes.

"The divine power of an ancient mythical beast?" The sect leader rubbed his chin and muttered, "Or is it a white tiger?"

The Saint's eyes couldn't help but reveal a fanatical light: "Yes, I saw it with my own eyes."

Then she said disappointedly: "Unfortunately, the secret realm has been destroyed and it is impossible to trace the source of power."

Upon hearing this, the sect leader sighed with regret.

The Saintess seemed to have thought of something and casually mentioned, "When the Divine Power appeared, there was still a cultivator going through the Thunder Tribulation. That person was also pitiful. He was dispersed by the Divine Power before he could complete the thirty-seven Thunder Tribulations of the Golden Core."

"What did you say?!" The Sect Master gripped the armrest tightly, leaning forward slightly. "Tell me the details of what happened. Forget it, come forward and I'll see for myself!"

The saint didn't understand why, but she did as she was told.

She came before the sect leader, who stretched out a hand and pointed at her forehead.

A wisp of spiritual consciousness penetrated into the saint's brow like a bright ribbon.

The sect leader closed his eyes and used his spiritual sense to search the memories in the saint's mind, looking for the scene of the divine power descending to the world.

After a while, he withdrew his spiritual sense, took a deep breath, leaned back, and looked solemn.

The Saint asked, "What's wrong, Master? Is there something wrong?"

The amount of information was too overwhelming, and the Sect Master took a while to digest it before saying, "It's ancient divine power, yes, but it's not the remnant of the power of a divine beast. The divine beast is right there."

"It's no coincidence that the Divine Might appeared near the thunder tribulation. Someone must have activated the power of the Divine Might!"

The saint was still young after all, and not as knowledgeable as the old master. He could tell at a glance that it was the person who was undergoing the tribulation who had invoked the power of divine might.

The Saint said at a loss: "But, didn't the ancient beast already..."

The sect leader patiently explained, "Child, the ancient beast is dead, but its ancient bloodline is still alive. You didn't see it carefully at the time. There were two thunder tribulations. The purple thunder tribulation also had golden light. The cultivator and the spirit beast were going through the tribulation at the same time."

"If my guess is correct, that spirit beast must have the blood of the divine beast White Tiger. When the two thunder tribulations overlap, it is possible that the Dharma image of heaven and earth will appear."

The Saint asked in disbelief, "Is it really so?"

Who on earth would be so lucky as to be able to contract a spirit beast with the bloodline of an ancient mythical beast?

The sect leader fell into distress. While thinking, he said, "However, logically speaking, how could a mere Jindan cultivator who doesn't even have Lingxu be able to do it?"

It’s unreasonable, so unreasonable!

Unless... that Jindan cultivator has a master helping him!

The saint was stunned by the news and didn't understand what the sect leader meant.

The elders didn't understand either. Perhaps only the sect leader himself knew what he was talking about.

At this moment, the Sect Master seemed to realize something. His mind was shaken, and spiritual energy poured into his Dantian. He growled, "How dare you, a scoundrel, break into my Beast Taming Sect!"

As soon as he finished speaking, four Divine Transformation cultivators appeared in the sect's main hall.

Looking closely, they were the leaders of the four major sects.

The leader of the Jianmen Sect smiled and said, "Sect Master Xue, how are you?"

"Ah, it's the four brothers." Xue Daoren put away his intimidating power, put on a smile on his face, and quickly stood up to greet them.

"Brother was coming, why didn't you tell me in advance?" Xue Daoren observed the expressions of the three people and found that except for Master Qinglan, the expressions of the other three people were very cold.

My heart skipped a beat. I was afraid that this person might have bad intentions.

"We don't have a brother like you." Master Yunmeng snorted coldly, raised his hand and summoned a trumpet-shaped magic weapon, his face as cold as frosty.

"Look at the good stuff you've done!"