System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

"Let us go! Where are you taking us?"

Bound by ropes, her immortal power stagnated, Jiang Linglong struggled with her wrists, her black hair disheveled, her phoenix eyes filled with anxiety.

The binding silken immortal power was so domineering that she couldn't even muster a trace of supreme sword intent.

"Junior sister, don't struggle. First, calm your mind and steady your breathing." Wang Ye secretly made a hand seal with his fingertips, and his divine sense wrapped around Jiang Linglong like silk ribbons. "As long as you're alive, you'll have a chance to escape."

Zhang Lingyu nodded, his hand clenching quietly beneath his white sleeves, his voice steady as he transmitted a message: "The trump card bestowed upon me by Master has not yet been used. As long as my life is not in danger, there will always be a time to turn the tide."

The three were secretly discussing something when suddenly a soft "whoosh" was heard – the thick, cotton-like clouds in front of them were forcefully parted by an invisible immortal force, and more than ten figures stood in the void.

Divine light swirled, celestial charm flowed, and every figure exuded the aura of heaven and earth.

Even Zhang Lingyu, who cultivated the ruthless sword path and whose Dao heart was as firm as a rock, felt his Dao heart stir slightly and his blood surge.

Wang Ye's pupils shrank drastically, and two streaks of blood appeared on his nose. His gaze was fixed on Yaochi Saintess Feng Yao, and he muttered to himself, "Goodness, this must be a fox spirit in human form. It's all an illusion, fake... fake."

He shook his head vigorously, but couldn't look away—Feng Yao was dressed in white, her eyes were like autumn water, and the ethereal beauty surrounding her was like a fairy descending from the heavens, a rare sight in the world.

"After a thousand years of cultivation, I have never seen such a perfect being." Wang Ye's mutterings were soft, but they did not escape the divine senses of the holy sons and daughters, eliciting a low sneer.

Feng Yao smoothed a strand of hair at her temple, her eyes filled with laughter, and her voice was as clear as a babbling brook: "Fellow Daoist Chen Xuan, your personal disciple certainly knows how to praise people."

"That won't do!" Zixia blinked her bright purple eyes, her tone innocent and carefree. "If that's the case, wouldn't Sister Fengyao have to call Brother Chen Xuan 'Master' in the future?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Yao was speechless, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

Han Jiuling carried the three of them forward slowly, and Dao Yi, Fusheng and the others tacitly stepped aside to make way for them.

At the end of the passage, a figure dressed in black with white hair stood with his back to the void, his clothes fluttering in the wind. The sword aura surrounding him, though not ostentatious, made the heavens and earth bow their heads in awe.

Even after a thousand years, that familiar aura remained etched deep within her soul. Jiang Linglong's delicate body trembled violently, her lips parted, and her voice trembled with disbelief: "It's... Master... Master... Is it really you?"

Zhang Lingyu was usually taciturn, but upon seeing his master again, a burning light shone in his usually cold eyes, and he couldn't help but shout, "Master!!!"

“Master… It’s been over a thousand years… Your disciples have finally found you…” Wang Ye’s eyes were glistening with tears, his voice choked with emotion, all the longing and grievances in his heart poured out at this moment.

Seeing this, Han Jiuling smiled and patted Jiang Linglong's head gently, saying, "Alright, nephews, these are all your uncles and senior masters. Go on, go see your good master."

The three turned around and saw that there was no malice in Han Jiuling's eyes. Looking at the black-clad, white-haired figure from behind, they instantly realized that everything before had been a joke.

Just then, Xia Jiuyou arrived, dressed in white, her face veiled, with only her phoenix eyes holding a faint smile as she nodded slightly to the three of them.

"Lingyu, Wang Ye, Xiao Linglong."

A voice, both familiar and distant, drifted over, as gentle as ever.

The three of them turned around abruptly and saw Lu Xueqi standing gracefully. She was wearing a light blue dress, and her gentle demeanor remained unchanged. She was none other than their senior sister, whom they had lost contact with a thousand years ago.

"Senior sister! Waaah... Senior sister, is it really you?" Jiang Linglong's silk and satin bindings came off in response. Her figure flew like a swallow returning to the forest. The moment she broke through the void, tears rolled down like broken pearls. She hugged Lu Xueqi's waist tightly, buried her face in her shoulder, and cried uncontrollably.

"Xueqi..."

"Junior Sister Xueqi!!"

Zhang Lingyu and Wang Ye also stepped forward quickly, their eyes filled with the joy of reunion.

But as soon as Wang Ye uttered the word "Junior Sister," Dao Yi, Xia Jiuyou, Han Jiuling, and the others turned around in unison, their eyes filled with mockery, and fell on Chen Xuan, who had his back to them.

"Ahem." Chen Xuan raised his hand and rubbed his temples, his voice carrying a hint of helplessness as he transmitted his thoughts, "Please don't misunderstand, everyone. Before they became my disciples, they were already fellow disciples of the Daoist sect."

"No need for explanation." Xia Jiuyou raised her phoenix eyes slightly, a playful smile curving her lips, her divine sense transmission full of teasing, "An explanation is just a cover-up."

Han Jiuling was overjoyed. He rolled up his sleeves and transmitted his thoughts with schadenfreude: "Even if you talk until the end, you can't escape the fact that the more you explain, the worse it gets. Although this kind of thing is against morality, you're so stubborn, who can refute you?"

Xuan Yi, Huang Quan, and the others joined in the commotion, their laughter almost overflowing as they exchanged glances.

Chen Xuan felt his head was about to explode. Fortunately, everyone was communicating through divine sense, so Jiang Linglong and the other two didn't hear it. Otherwise, he would have really wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground.

"Master!"

After a brief moment of tenderness with Lu Xueqi, Jiang Linglong transformed into a streak of light and rushed straight towards the figure in black with white hair, subconsciously ignoring the holy sons and daughters along the way.

She clung tightly to Chen Xuan's neck, burying her face in his shoulder, tears streaming down her face: "Master, sob sob... Linglong misses you so much!"

Despite his stubbornness, Chen Xuan's heart softened instantly when he saw the disciple he had poured his heart and soul into nurturing.

He gently hugged the little girl's waist, patted her back softly, and said in a gentle voice, "How old are you now? You still cry like a child when we meet?"

"Waaah, no!" Jiang Linglong choked back tears and rubbed against his shoulder. "Master will always be Master. In front of you, Linglong will always be the same as when I was a child."

"Alright, alright, I understand." Chen Xuan raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, then looked down at her carefully, his eyes full of satisfaction. "It's been a thousand years since we last met, but you haven't changed at all. You're still as charming and delicate as ever."

"Hehe!" Jiang Linglong burst into laughter through her tears, her eyes sparkling with pride. "Master, Linglong is amazing now! I can even kill a Celestial Immortal who's beyond my level!"

Her eyes were fixed on Chen Xuan, nothing else mattered, and she didn't care about the strange looks around her. In her heart, this master was her heaven and earth, her only faith and family on her path of cultivation.

"Yes, I saw it all." Chen Xuan's fingertips glowed softly as he gently rubbed her head. "Indeed, very strong."

As they spoke, Wang Ye and Zhang Lingyu stepped forward, their bodies straight. The moment they knelt down, subtle ripples appeared in the air as they respectfully bowed: "Disciples greet Master."

Chen Xuan waved his hand, and his gentle magic lifted the two of them up. He smiled and said, "Not bad. I thought that with your aptitude, it would be difficult for you two to keep up with Linglong's pace. I didn't expect that you would have obtained quite a few opportunities in the past thousand years."

"Hehe." Wang Ye scratched his head and smiled憨厚ly, "If it weren't for my junior sister's repeated help, my senior brother and I would not have been able to improve our aptitude to this level."