I have changed my destiny and become an unparalleled immortal.

The Purple Void Sect lies deep within the sea of ​​clouds.

Two figures stood atop the rolling clouds, seemingly merging with the heavens and earth as one, with only occasional gusts of wind ruffling their clothes.

One of the men was dressed in a purple-gold Taoist robe and looked very dignified. His brows showed the composure that comes from being in a high position for a long time.

This person is Luo Zhen, the current sect leader of the Zixu Sect.

Standing next to him was an old man whose clothes were tattered and dirty, and who had a broken gourd hanging from his waist.

That's the day he slept in the tree during the outer sect competition and passed on his magic to that strange person, Gu Yun.

Their gazes seemed to pierce through layers of clouds and rocks, landing directly on the dilapidated alchemy room on the back mountain.

An old man and a child were happily eating a string of candied hawthorns around a campfire.

Luo Zhen looked at his unruly little tyrant, who even his own father couldn't control.

He actually sat obediently next to an old man who was at the first level of Qi Refining and called him Grandpa. His expression was quite complicated.

After a while, he looked away.

"Uncle-Master, what do you mean by arranging for Ling'er to go there? How did you find out about this Gu Yun?"

The old man uncorked the gourd, tilted his head back, and took a swig of strong liquor. He smacked his lips, and a glint of shrewdness flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

"This person... is very strange."

The old man pointed downwards.

"Especially his soul. That soul was like a candle flickering in the wind, shrouded in a mist I couldn't see through. That's why I passed on the Thirteen Pearls of the Purple Mansion to him."

At this point, the old man paused, and his tone became somewhat intriguing.

"What's even more interesting is that he was able to disrupt the workings of fate. When I was trying to predict his destiny, all I saw was chaos. It was as if he shouldn't exist, yet it was also as if he existed in every place."

Upon hearing this, Luo Zhen was startled.

Disrupting the workings of heaven? Only many powerful people can do that. Gu Yun was originally just a useless person from an ordinary prince's family...

"As for why Ling'er was sent there..."

The old man looked down at the warm and harmonious scene below and let out a soft sigh.

"It's because of the 'Thirteen Pearls of the Purple Mansion' cultivation technique. This technique originated in ancient times. After the Demon Lord who created this technique died, no one else in the world was able to successfully cultivate it. Later, the Demon Lord encountered problems during the cultivation process, but the specific reason is unclear."

"Our sect obtained it by chance. Since then, some powerful people in the sect have tried to cultivate it, but the result is always the same: their minds become disordered, they go crazy and die, and they are completely unable to cultivate successfully."

Luo Zhen frowned, his eyes filled with worry.

He said to his martial uncle.

"Uncle-Master, this is demonic art. The ancestral teachings strictly forbade its cultivation; it's a path tantamount to death. How could you still…?"

"Nonsense!"

The old man waved his hand, interrupting Luo Zhen.

"What exactly are you referring to as demonic and righteous arts? Do you know who this Demon Lord is?"

There was a hint of reminiscence in the old man's eyes, as if he were telling a very long-ago secret.

"That Demon Lord... used to be a very loyal person, and he was also the former lover of our first sect leader! If it weren't for the tricks of fate, this 'Thirteen Pearls of the Purple Mansion' might have become our sect's most treasured artifact."

Luo Zhen's eyes widened; he had never heard of such sect secrets before.

The old man looked at his shocked expression and snorted.

"In ancient times, there was no distinction between good and evil. It was only later, as people's hearts changed, that the distinction between good and evil arose."

"The main difference between the righteous path and the demonic path lies in the person, in their heart! If a person on the righteous path does demonic things and slaughters all living beings, they are also a demon; if a person on the demonic path does righteous things and protects one's territory, they are also righteous!"

These words were like a resounding bell, stirring a surge of excitement within Luo Zhen.

He remained silent for a short while, then nodded. But immediately afterward, he looked troubled.

"Uncle-Master is right. However... the world has changed. The Righteous Alliance is powerful and would rather kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free when it comes to demonic cultivators. Our Zixu Sect is too weak now. If someone discovers that someone in the sect is cultivating the Demon Lord's inheritance, it will surely be a catastrophe."

This is also what Luo Zhen is most worried about.

There's nothing to regret about an old handyman who's about to die, but it's a different story if it affects the entire sect.

The old man nodded, seemingly understanding. But then he shook his head, a slightly wicked smile playing on his lips.

"The Thirteen Pearls of the Purple Mansion can accommodate the learning of other cultivation methods."

"If he also learns righteous cultivation methods and covers himself with righteous energy, the probability of being discovered will be greatly reduced. Outsiders will think that he just has some kind of special physique."

At this point, the old man's drunkenness vanished. He then adopted an arrogant demeanor.

"Furthermore, if this person can truly cultivate to the level of the Demon Lord back then, or even surpass him... then he will possess the ability to change the rules! At that point, so what if he is discovered? The rules are made by the strong!"

Luo Zhen took a deep breath, his heart trembling.

How could my uncle have such high expectations for Gu Yun?

He thought for a moment, then suddenly seemed to remember something and immediately turned to look at the old man.

"So... by sending Ling'er over there, you intend to keep her tied to the sect?"

The old man gave him an approving look.

"I was quite surprised that this kid was able to succeed in his cultivation. But he is a variable, and a dangerous one at that."

"Those who cultivate this path value emotions highly, yet they are also exceptionally ruthless. If, in the future, they successfully cultivate their profound techniques but cannot control them, and even develop in the direction of demonic cultivation, then it will be a huge disaster for the Zixu Sect."

The old man pointed downwards and said softly:

"Ling'er is a girl with a pure and innocent heart. Gu Yun is also a person who values ​​loyalty and affection. For an old man and a young man to establish a deep connection... it's like a lock."

"There is a lock that binds the heart of the demon. This lock is also a rope that binds him to the war chariot of the Purple Void Sect."

Luo Zhen felt a chill run down his spine.

Is this really the seemingly crazy martial uncle? His scheming and manipulative nature has reached such a level.

His own daughter had unexpectedly become the most crucial piece in this game of chess.

But this is indeed the best solution at present.

If Gu Yun really develops, then Ling'er will become his biggest weakness, and the Zixu Sect will become his home.

Luo Zhen asked, "Then... should we give this person special attention and training?"

Now that the bet has been placed, shouldn't we offer some benefits?

The old man pondered for a while, first nodding, then shaking his head.

"Trying too hard will only make him look bad. It will make him wary. Resources don't need to be deliberately given to him. Let him work hard in difficult situations. That's how you'll develop a strong enough heart."

"but……"

The old man's body began to gradually become thinner, as if it were about to disappear into the wind.

"Martial arts techniques... are indispensable. Arrange them according to the situation, just don't draw too much attention."

The old man had barely finished speaking when his figure vanished completely into the sea of ​​clouds, leaving only a faint scent of wine.

Luo Zhen bowed deeply to the void.

Since he was chosen by my master, let's try our luck at this gamble.