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Wu Siyue silently observed everything and increasingly felt that taking the initiative to talk to Chen An was absolutely worthwhile.

There were footsteps outside the door.

Meng Huan's expression wasn't good, but he still opened the door ahead of time and stood in the doorway.

A handsome young man walked in with his hands behind his back, his disdain quite obvious.

Behind him followed a pretty young girl with a smile on her face, but there was no trace of kindness in her expression.

"We have guests." The young man snorted coldly. "I am Jin Nian, this is my sister Jin Si, and the three of you are?"

Chen An felt instinctively uncomfortable after just one glance at this person.

After her mental strength improved, she seemed to be able to sense other people's magnetic fields.

After a long silence, Chen An said coldly, "I am Chen An."

"My name is Wu Siyue."

Mu Jingtai's face darkened; he despised people with such dark intentions more than anything else in his life.

Others might feel awkward, but he doesn't; if he doesn't want to talk to someone, he simply ignores them.

Just as Wu Siyue was about to introduce Mu Jingtai, he noticed a hint of malice flash in the boy's eyes.

This was the expression Qu Juefeng wore when he was thinking about how to torture him; he angrily shut his mouth.

Jin Nian stood to the side and said with a smile, "Hahahaha, senior brother, distinguished guests, the sect leader invites you."

Chen An didn't care whether he had to see the sect leader or not, but he still gave Meng Huan face.

Mu Jingtai had heard a lot about this sect leader and was very interested in the rumors surrounding him.

Wu Siyue had no idea what to do, but seeing the two of them walking forward, he followed them.

The main peak isn't far from here; we arrived there soon.

The sect leader's house was very simple, a house made of pine wood perched on the mountainside.

Inside the room, the sect leader sat cross-legged on the bed, waiting for the arrival of the group, but his eyes were filled with endless sorrow.

He is a man of principle, and his motto is: upright.

This is precisely fairness and righteousness.

But a person who is too upright will not make friends. He felt the sadness of the world deeply, but Meng Huan happened to be three parts like him.

Upon arriving at their destination, Jin Nian and Jin Si did not intend to leave.

After Meng Huan knocked lightly on the door, he bowed and waited at the door, which then opened by itself.

The old man in front of me had white hair and beard, looked very tired, and only a sliver of light remained in his eyes.

He said in a deep voice, "Jin Nian, Jin Si, you two go down."

After the two had walked away, he spoke again: "I am Daoist Mingyuan. The three of you can sit down by yourselves."

When the sect leader spoke to them, the previous sense of distance was gone.

Chen An had a good impression of this sect leader; Meng Huan bore a resemblance to him.

The four of them sat around Daoist Mingyuan, and their breathing unconsciously became quieter.

He was the only Nascent Soul Realm cultivator in the Xu Hua Sect. Because of him, the Xu Hua Sect was not annexed or wiped out.

"Young lady, you must be Chen An. I heard from Xiao Huan that you two have become sworn brothers. Don't blame me, I've been asking about you these past few days."

Chen An didn't mind him inquiring; judging from how he addressed Meng Huan, he must treat his disciple like a child.

It's no big deal to care about your own child: "So what do you think of me?"

Daoist Mingyuan forced a smile: "You are smarter than Xiao Huan, so your cultivation will be quite good in the future. This child is of good character and straightforward. In the future, please help me look after him."

Meng Huan listened from the side. He knew that being too upright was not a good thing, especially with the two siblings watching him like hawks.

After much hesitation, Chen An did not take out the pill he had just received.

The pills she gave to Madam Yuan were found in the ruins of the clan's stronghold. After receiving the tenfold reward, she still has nine pills left.

Of course, besides this, she also has many pills and medicinal herbs that can increase lifespan, making her a true little rich woman in the cultivation world.

It wasn't that she was reluctant to give it to him, but rather that Chen An felt that Daoist Mingyuan, as the head of a sect, must be richer than herself.

He could definitely buy life-extending pills if he wanted to, so his refusal to use them must be due to his own concerns.

“Since we have sworn brotherhood, we are now siblings,” Chen An replied quickly, knowing that oaths made in the world of cultivation would surely come true.

Daoist Mingyuan held Meng Huan's hand and looked at the whitening sky in the distance.

After a long pause, he instructed, "Xiao Huan, you must remember what I said. I have less than a hundred days to live. All the sects are waiting for me to die. If you can't hold on, take some kind of fire seed with you."

Meng Huan looked very serious and simply said, "Master."

If that day ever comes, Meng Huan, by his very nature, will never do as his master says.

After a moment of realization, Chen An understood that he had made a foolish mistake; this sect leader truly couldn't buy the medicine to prolong life.

"Cough cough."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Chen An reluctantly took out a purple pill from his storage ring.

Similar to the one given to Madam Yuan, this pill had also lost most of its potency.

But it's definitely not a problem for Daoist Mingyuan to last for thirty to fifty years.

Thirty to fifty years is enough time for him to find the treasure that will keep him going.

"This pill can prolong life, why don't you give it a try?"

The way Mingyuan Daoist looked at Chen An suddenly changed. He had no other desires, as long as he could hold on until Meng Huan reached the Nascent Soul stage.

But the old guys in each sect simply wouldn't give him that chance.

He had been searching the entire cultivation world for a year, but no one offered him any help.

A few days ago, he heard that the Zhaoning Sect had awarded a life-extending pill to the third-place winner of the martial arts tournament, and he couldn't help but feel envious.

Now that he had obtained it, even though he had lived for countless millennia, he was somewhat excited.

"Whatever you want, if I have it, I'll give it to you."

Chen An wanted to extort a large sum of money, but the person in front of him was Meng Huan's master.

“You are my elder brother’s master, and also my master.”

Daoist Mingyuan didn't say anything more, tilted his head back and swallowed the pill, and his spirits instantly improved a lot.

Chen An recalled that across the entire continent, there was no record of anyone who reached the Nascent Soul Realm dying of old age. If he were to die today, he would definitely be the first person to do so.

"Here you go. The Xuhua Sect is not as good as the Zhaoning Sect, but it still has quite a few treasures."

Master Mingyuan handed a sword to Chen An.

Although he was reluctant, he couldn't leave without repaying the debt, considering that the person had saved him and the people of the Xu Hua Sect.

Meng Huan knew better than anyone else the origin of this sword—it was the sword of Daoist Mingyuan.

From the time he could remember, his master had carried him on his waist, and countless demonic cultivators and villains had died from this sword.

My master was filled with righteousness, and his sword was also full of righteousness. After killing countless people, there was not a trace of blood.

Chen An recognized the sword's value but did not take it.

"Like my elder brother, I'll call you Master."

"Since you received my elixir, you must thank me. If I don't want this sword, you'll have to go to the trouble of finding something else."

“I can accept it, but I hope to give this sword to my elder brother.”

Tears welled up in Mingyuan Daoist's eyes; he had originally intended to leave this sword to Meng Huan.

"Then I'll give you some more things."

Chen An smiled and stopped him, calling out softly, "Master."

Daoist Mingyuan looked up at Chen An, very happy that his disciple had such a sworn sister.

If Meng Huan hadn't reached the Nascent Soul Realm when he went west, and Chen An was by his side to help him, Daoist Mingyuan would be very at ease.