After becoming a Taoist partner with my senior sister, my master changed

After leaving Baizhi, Xu Hanyi came to Qingshu's residence.

Qing Shu, who was reviewing documents, glanced at Xu Hanyi indifferently, then lowered her head again and looked back at the documents on the desk.

"Things in the past..." Xu Hanyi just started to speak when Qingshu interrupted him softly.

"It's over." Qing Shu didn't raise her head, her eyes still on the document.

"I still have to say sorry to you. It has nothing to do with Chuan'er." Xu Hanyi said sincerely.

Qing Shu put down the red brush in her hand, looked up at Xu Hanyi, and said helplessly: "I remember I said that from the day you and I cooperated, the past is over, right?"

"..."

Xu Hanyi was speechless for a moment, and her mind instantly recalled what Qingshu said when she helped her remove the ban that day.

But at that time she just thought it was an insignificant polite remark and didn't take it to heart at all, let alone seriously.

As if seeing through Xu Hanyi's thoughts, Qing Shu said, "I'm not like you who likes to say things against your will. When I asked you if you liked Qin Lang, if you said yes, even if I hated you in my heart, I would not let Qin Lang take me away. If you yourself are not firm in your feelings, how can I be at ease to hand Qin Lang over to you?"

"Since everything has been over, why did you pretend not to hear me when I apologized to you that day?" Xu Hanyi looked at Qingshu with a puzzled look.

"that……"

Qing Shu seemed to suddenly remember something, and a faint blush suddenly appeared on her fair cheeks. "That was revenge for the little tricks you played on me when we were punished together before."

"..."

Xu Hanyi's cheeks flushed lightly, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, "It was obviously you who grabbed me first!"

"What happened?"

Qingshu raised her eyebrows.

"..."

Xu Hanyi took a deep breath, suppressed the inexplicable anger in his heart, and without saying anything more, turned around and walked out of the hall.

"Please inform everyone to go to Qin Lang's residence for dinner tonight."

"Ah."

……

Time flies, the years pass in the blink of an eye, and a hundred years have passed in a flash.

fairyland.

Lin Chuan sat on the edge of a cliff, his feet dangling above the rolling sea of ​​clouds, his eyes fixed on the setting sun in the sky.

The ground behind him was densely packed with the broken limbs of monk puppets.

At this point, his cultivation had reached the pinnacle of the Immortal Emperor realm. His appearance hadn't changed much from before, except for a hint of age in his eyes, and a lingering loneliness lingered around him.

"Is the Master thinking about the Mistresses again?"

Beside Lin Chuan, a woman in a black dress, whom only he could see, sat quietly, her hands supporting her cheeks, her eyes fixed on his profile as he looked at the setting sun.

"Is there any sword body Xingye wants?"

Lin Chuan's gaze was still fixed on the setting sun in the sky as he asked softly.

Eighty years ago, when Lin Chuan was still in the Immortal Spirit Realm, he suffered a tragic encounter with a puppet from the Immortal Venerable Realm. The battle was brutal, and Qing Xiao fought tooth and nail to save Lin Chuan's life, ultimately falling into a deep sleep. From then on, Xing Ye took over the sword spirit's body.

"Xingye is very satisfied with the current sword body. How about the master help me to completely refine this broken sword?" Xingye said with anticipation.

"Without Qingxiao, even if I could survive, the price would be extremely high."

Lin Chuan looked at the sea of ​​clouds, a hint of melancholy in his voice, and sighed softly.

"Well, I don't have any requirements for the sword. Master, please do whatever you think is best."

Xingye shook his head, suddenly thinking of something, and asked tentatively: "But when the time comes, Master will have two swords, will he be able to use them?"

"Then I will refine you into an invisible sword?"

Lin Chuan finally withdrew his gaze from the setting sun and looked at the woman in the black dress who was holding her chin beside him.

"Invisible sword?" Xingye looked confused.

"The thunder tribulation is coming, protect me."

Lin Chuan looked up at the sky. The originally scattered clouds were rapidly gathering together, and purple lightning flashed between the clouds.

Xingye nodded, turned around and flew away without saying anything, isolating Lin Chuan from possible interference from the surroundings.

Soon, several deafening thunders were heard from the sky, and purple-gold lightning tore through the clouds and fell down.

After the last thunderbolt dissipated, the heavy clouds gradually faded away, and the cold moonlight once again shone on the top of the cliff.

Lin Chuan raised his hand to disperse the remaining purple electric arcs around him, then jumped into the sea of ​​clouds, and Xingye followed closely behind.

"Master, where are we going?"

"Central Territory."

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Qingluan Continent.

The past hundred years have not been peaceful. In addition to the trouble caused by the fog, the situation outside the holy land is equally serious.

Since when, a piece of news has quietly spread among the monks.

A Jindan-stage cultivator from a certain family had his engagement broken off by another Jindan-stage cultivator, who claimed he was "too cowardly." To prove himself, this cultivator took the initiative to contact the gray mist.

Although the gray mist was blocked by the formation above the continent and could not descend, the monks were able to take the initiative to go and contact it.

So the monk bypassed the Holy Land's not-so-tight security at the time and took the initiative to move towards the gray fog.

Afterwards, after dozens of the Holy Land's Jindan-stage disciples were killed in succession, the cultivator was finally killed by the Holy Land's elders who arrived. The news that "contact with the gray mist can make a person invincible in the same realm" also spread from then on.

Although the high-level officials of the Cangsheng Holy Land came forward to clarify at the first time: the gray mist would make people lose their minds and turn them into puppets with only the killing instinct in their eyes, the so-called "invincible in the same realm" was nothing more than the puppets having no sense of pain and fighting to the death, and the Jindan realm cultivators who were killed died because they lacked the courage to fight to the death.

Yet, there are still those who attempt to reach the mist. Some, bearing deep hatred and hopeless vengeance, seek a desperate vengeance. Some are twisted, seeking to drag others down with them before their death. Still others are arrogant, believing themselves to be the sole sober soul, the masters of destiny...

Some who lacked the necessary character to enter the Common People Holy Land even formed a "Heavenly Dao Alliance." They preached that a great age was approaching, that the gray mist was a gift from Heaven to every cultivator, and that the Common People Holy Land's sending disciples to guard the gray mist was simply a desire by its higher-ups to monopolize this immense benefit.

Naturally, this reactionary force was immediately eliminated by the Common People Holy Land. However, not long after the elimination, rumors of "murder to silence witnesses" began to spread.

Today, there is no force openly opposing the Holy Land, but secretly, there are still people who want to contact the gray mist with various purposes.

Inside the conference hall.

"Withdraw the disciples guarding the surroundings of the fog and allow them to make contact."

Qing Shu listened to the reports from the senior executives and made a decision immediately.

"This... many people from every tribe will die, and by then their luck..." Li Jun looked embarrassed, his tone full of hesitation.

"This gray mist is spreading every moment. Sending disciples to guard it is a huge burden for the holy land. Do we have to send all the disciples of the holy land to guard the gray mist in a hundred years?" Qing Shu asked back.

"If fewer people die, the Wanling Locking Formation can last a little longer." Jun Moyue frowned slightly.

"I support the Acting Saint. After all, guarding the fog and preventing others from approaching will eventually fail. Moreover..."

Catwoman swept her gaze over the crowd present and changed the subject, "Who can guarantee that those who want to contact the Mist won't be tempted by the formation protecting the continent?"

All the senior executives fell silent, and no one spoke for a while.

"If you have no objection, then let's do it. If you have any objection, you can go and invite Elder Xu Hanyi to the life and death arena to discuss it." After Qing Shu finished speaking, she stood up and left.

The senior executives looked at each other, and finally stood up and left one after another.

A few days later, a notice jointly issued by senior officials spread across the continent. It clearly stated the dangers of the gray fog and informed the Holy Land that it had lifted its control over the gray fog. From then on, anyone who came into contact with the fog would bear the consequences themselves.

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