I am an incredibly handsome man, and my fiancée refuses to call off the engagement even at the cost

The war that wiped out both the Immortal Realm and the God Realm was called the Emperor War. The "Emperor" level leaders from both sides participated, resulting in a mutually destructive war where both the Immortal Emperor and the God Emperor perished. Countless other powerful figures also died.

The last war between gods and immortals that Umir participated in also ended in mutual destruction, but in terms of ferocity, it was nothing compared to the war between the gods.

After hearing this, Gu Yan's brain started working at lightning speed.

Dugu Meng didn't participate in the Imperial War; he must have gone mad before it began and then been trapped inside the bronze gate. He was in a neutral camp, so who drove him insane? Who has that kind of power?

My master participated in the Imperial War and must have suffered severe injuries at that time. Has he regained his former strength?

These god-emperors and immortal emperors must all be old monsters. Apart from my master, did the others leave behind any contingency plans for resurrection?

Did Master bring things like the Tai Chi diagram and the Human Emperor Sword to Earth?

"Fellow Daoist Gu, what are you thinking about?" Bai Xing couldn't help but ask when Gu Yan remained silent for a long time.

Gu Yan smiled and said, "It's nothing. I'm just very shocked because it's the first time I've heard about these things."

Gu Yan smiled, a smile as beautiful as pear blossoms and the bright moon, causing Bai Xing's heart to skip a beat again. His mind began to wander once more.

The more he looked at the boy in front of him, the more he felt that he resembled the fairy Daiyu.

Why are these two siblings so similar?

Such perfect beauty, it's astonishing that two people like them exist in the world. What a beautiful sight it would be if these brother and sister stood together.

Bai Xing couldn't help but let his imagination run wild. When he realized his thoughts had wandered off, he cleared his throat, his cheeks slightly flushed, and said:

"By the way, I haven't asked you yet, what brings you here to pay your respects to my master?"

"Well..." Gu Yan thought for a moment, wondering whether she should tell Bai Xing.

"Unless it's something particularly important, I can still make decisions for Master," Bai Xing said with a smile. He was not only Chi Tian's disciple, but also Chi Tian's grand-nephew.

Immortal King Chitian had no children, and within the Great Sun Golden Crow clan, no one possessed stronger cultivation or greater talent than Bai Xing. Therefore, he was essentially the crown prince of the Great Sun Golden Crow clan. He indeed made decisions on behalf of his master, Chitian, in many matters.

"I actually wanted to see the most original 'Great Sun Golden Crow Manual'," Gu Yan said.

After he finished speaking, seeing Bai Xing's solemn expression, Bai Xing said, "This... I really can't stay here. I have to wait for Master to return. I'll ask Master first. How about this, Fellow Daoist Gu, you can stay here for a few days. I'll tell Master as soon as he returns."

"Your Majesty, how many more days until you return?" Gu Yan asked.

"About ten days," Bai Xing said.

Gu Yan said, "Then I will visit again in ten days. I have something to attend to, so I'll take my leave now."

Gu Yan stood up and bid farewell to Bai Xing. His departure so abruptly disappointed Bai Xing, who had hoped to continue their conversation. Bai Xing had so many questions for Gu Yan, especially regarding Fairy Lin.

Gu Yan left the residence of the Great Sun Golden Crow Clan and went to the Wood Spirit Palace. He wanted to see Qing Xuanzi, but when he got there, he found that Qing Xuanzi was still in seclusion.

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In the wide corridor, the young man in white stood in the middle, looking at the tightly closed door in front of him.

After the boy in white stood there for a long time, a figure appeared behind him.

The old man, dressed in a blue robe and holding a whisk, smiled and said when he saw the white-robed youth turn around, "Grandmaster has arrived."

Gu Yan said with amusement, "You call me Grandmaster? I'm only a Great Luo Golden Immortal, and you're already calling me Grandmaster?"

"You are the ancestor's disciple, so what should I call you if not ancestor? As for your cultivation level, with ancestor's cultivation speed, it probably won't be long before you leave this good-for-nothing junior behind," Xiao Yu said with a smile.

"Has Master never come out?" Gu Yan asked.

"no."

"Didn't he ever send you a single message?" Gu Yan asked again.

Xiao Yu shook his head: "No, that one either."

Gu Yan was a little discouraged. He had a bellyful of questions, but couldn't find anyone to answer them. His master ignored him, Dugu Meng wouldn't satisfy his curiosity, and no one else could answer his questions.

"I'll be staying here for a few days, could you arrange a place for me to stay?" Gu Yan said to Xiao Yu.

"Yes, Grandmaster!" Xiao Yu held the whisk and cupped his hands in greeting.

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The Wood Spirit Palace is filled with exotic flowers and rare herbs. When the wind blows, it carries a rich fragrance, and pink petals dance in the wind.

The old Taoist priest in blue, leading the young man in white, passed through the outer corridor of a palace. Suddenly, two figures approached: a purple-haired man in a purple robe and a young woman in red. These two were none other than Song Qi and Lu Yan.

Lu Yan and Song Qi were quite surprised to see their master walking with a stunningly handsome young man in white. When they discovered that this stunningly handsome young man in white looked almost exactly like Lin Daiyu, their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"You, you, you..."

Lu Yan's eyes widened. How could this person be related to Lin Daiyu...?

Song Qi's pupils dilated in shock. This... this person is...?

"Master, who is this person...?" Song Qi couldn't help but ask.

"You have no respect for elders. This is your ancestor," Xiao Yu said solemnly.

Patriarch? What?

Song Qi and Lu Yan were shocked and puzzled.

Lu Yan looked at Gu Yan, and after staring at his face for only a few seconds, her heart began to pound wildly. He was so handsome, so incredibly handsome. They had the same face, but she disliked Lin Daiyu's face, yet she liked this man very much.

Song Qi was stunned; he was completely bewildered. Could this person be Fairy Lin? No, how could Fairy Lin be a man? Moreover, Fairy Lin was a late-stage Golden Immortal at the peak, while this was a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

The peak of the late-stage Golden Immortal realm and the Great Luo Golden Immortal seem to be only one step apart, but countless Golden Immortals are trapped there their entire lives, unable to take that step. This seemingly small distance is actually a difference of an entire realm.

Therefore, Song Qi didn't think about things like "Lin Daiyu breaking through in a short period of time and then turning into a man".

"What are you standing there for? Pay your respects to the patriarch!" Xiao Yu's expression darkened, and he released his imposing aura.

Sensing the overwhelming pressure emanating from him, who possessed the power of a Celestial King, Song Qi and Lu Yan hurriedly bowed and greeted Gu Yan, saying, "Greetings, Ancestor."

Gu Yan's impression of Song Qi was so-so, but his impression of Lu Yan was extremely bad. He looked at Xiao Yu beside him and said, "Grand-nephew, your taste in disciples isn't very good. You're so indulgent; aren't you afraid of causing a big disaster in the future?"

"Grandmaster's words are wise. I will definitely discipline her more strictly in the future." Xiao Yu bowed to Gu Yan with his whisk in hand. He knew that Lu Yan had a bad temper, but because she was the daughter of an old friend, he had always been a little indulgent towards her. Now that Gu Yan had said this, he was determined to discipline Lu Yan properly in the future, so that she would not cause any real trouble in the future.