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A distant, ancient bell tolled, suddenly shattering the eternal night of Zhongnan Mountain.

The bell tolled with a solemn and austere sound, like the clanging of metal, piercing through the clouds and splitting rocks, shaking the mountains and forests, and instantly reaching every corner of the Quanzhen Sect.

On the mountain path, the lantern in the hands of the night patrol disciple fell to the ground with a "thud," and the flame went out.

In the quiet room, the Taoist priest, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and a surge of true energy almost rushed back to his heart meridian.

The elders of the sect who were in deep meditation were all abruptly awakened from their deep meditation by the sound of the bell!

Seven Star Bell!

When this bell rings, either the sect leader or the seven disciples will face a life-or-death calamity, or the sect will face annihilation!

Why does it cry out tonight?

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Before the bell had even finished ringing, four figures emerged from the various peaks, stepping into the darkness of the night.

These were the other four sons besides Qiu Chuji, the Master of Changchun!

That night, Zhongnan Mountain was completely sleepless.

……

Inside the Jade Void Palace, the lights were bright.

The air, however, felt oppressive, almost solidified.

The five masters of Quanzhen sat in five different directions, their expressions solemn and iron-like.

Qiu Chuji recounted everything that happened at the Cliff of Contemplation, including the mind-blowing scene when he explored Shen Mo's meridians, without missing a single word.

He tried his best to describe the "origin" of that power and the chaotic "sea of ​​stars" that could not be measured by common sense.

Every word he uttered was like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of his four fellow disciples.

The main hall was deathly silent.

Yu Yangzi Wang Chuyi, known for his fiery temper, had his eyebrows furrowed into tight knots and remained silent.

Liu Chuxuan, the immortal, held the teacup in mid-air, the tea rippling due to the violent trembling of his hand.

All eyes eventually turned to the head seat.

There sat an old Taoist priest with white hair and beard and a gaunt face.

The leader of the Quanzhen Sect, Danyangzi, is Ma Yu.

Ma Yu kept his eyes closed and listened quietly until Qiu Chuji finished speaking, at which point he slowly opened his eyes.

Those were eyes that revealed no emotion.

He didn't look at Qiu Chuji, but turned to the fire-working boy in the hall who had remained silent from beginning to end.

"You, come here."

The voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.

Shen Mo stepped forward as instructed.

He could sense that each of these five old Taoist priests possessed an aura as vast as mountains and as deep as the sea, far surpassing that of people like Yin Zhiping.

But he was not afraid.

Because he could not sense any killing intent from these people, only a complex emotion mixed with extreme shock, fanaticism and inquiry.

I am safe for the time being.

Ma Yu raised his withered hand, extended two fingers, and placed them on Shen Mo's pulse.

His movements were lighter and slower than Qiu Chuji's.

A stream of true energy, a hundred times purer than Yi Zhiping's, trickled into Shen Mo's body.

next moment.

Ma Yu's body trembled violently in front of the naked eye!

It was just a tremor.

The four disciples behind him all changed color! They could clearly see that the moment Ma Yu's true energy entered, this senior disciple, whose cultivation was already unfathomable, had a straight white steam rise from the top of his head with a "whoosh" sound!

What shocked them even more was that the large chair made of thousand-year-old ironwood beneath Ma Yu made a crisp "crack" sound from the armrest, as he squeezed it and cracked it!

The inner breath goes berserk!

What a terrifying sight it must be for the Master to lose his composure like this!

a long time.

Ma Yu finally slowly withdrew his finger. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he uttered a sentence in an almost dreamlike tone that shocked everyone.

"What my junior brother said is absolutely correct."

"This is not something that can be accomplished by human effort..."

He paused, his voice carrying an unprecedented sense of awe.

"...is the self-formed body of the Great Dao."

These words completely shattered the last shred of doubt in everyone's hearts!

Qiu Chuji suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing with murderous intent as he stared intently at Zhao Zhijing, who was already ashen-faced in the corner.

"Master, this wicked man is wicked and nearly destroyed the thousand-year-old foundation of our Quanzhen Sect! What should we do with him?!"

Ma Yu did not answer; his deep gaze turned to Shen Mo, his tone unusually gentle:

"Shen Mo, this whole thing started because of you. In your opinion, what should be done?"

In an instant, all eyes were focused on Shen Mo.

This is not just a problem, but a test.

This will test the true nature of this young man who possesses the "Taoist embryo."

Zhao Zhijing also suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with a last glimmer of pleading, as he gazed at the young Taoist boy he had previously bullied.

Shen Mo's gaze swept calmly over Zhao Zhijing, then met Ma Yu's eyes and slowly began to speak.

"This disciple does not know."

"He is like yesterday's dust to me, insignificant."

"Everything is up to the sect leader and the other masters to handle according to the sect rules."

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in the eyes of all five!

What a perfect line: "Yesterday's dust is nothing to worry about!"

These words contained neither the vindictiveness of youth nor the feigned magnanimity of youth.

Rather, it is a genuine indifference and detachment that comes from the very core of one's being.

It was as if his level of understanding had already surpassed that of someone who would bother to dwell on such trivial grievances.

This kind of mindset is worthy of this Daoist body!

Ma Yu's eyes revealed deep approval. He nodded, then looked at Zhao Zhijing, his tone regaining the authority and coldness of a sect leader.

"Remove his martial arts skills and expel him from the mountain sect."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Chuyi's figure had already turned into a blur.

Before Zhao Zhijing could scream in agony, a finger was pointed at his dantian, and then he was dragged out of the main hall like a dead dog.

Clean and efficient.

A promising third-generation leader was thus reduced to a useless person.

But at this moment, no one cares about his fate.

All attention returned to Shen Mo.

How to treat this "living Dao embryo" became the biggest, and also the most fortunate, problem that the five grandmasters had ever faced in their lives.

"Let him become my disciple?" Liu Chuxuan muttered to himself, then smiled bitterly, "Among us... who is qualified?"

Yes.

Their techniques are all acquired, so how can they teach someone who is born with a primordial Dao body?

That's not teaching, that's pollution!

That's a terrible waste!

For a moment, the five top Taoist masters fell silent.

After an unknown amount of time, a dazzling light suddenly burst forth from the deep eyes of Sect Leader Ma Yu!

He slowly stood up, looked around at his four junior brothers, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Since we have no one suitable to be our teacher, then we will not seek a master!"

He took a deep breath, and his voice suddenly rose.

"We...recognize our ancestors and return to our roots!"

Upon hearing this, Qiu Chuji and the other three were first taken aback, then their minds were shaken, and their faces simultaneously showed a look of sudden realization and an uncontrollable joy!

Wonderful!

That's brilliant!

Without saying another word, Ma Yu took the lead and personally guided Shen Mo toward the forbidden area behind Yuxu Palace.

The four sons followed closely behind.

Yin Zhiping was so excited that he trembled all over and followed at a distance, not daring to even breathe loudly.

In the forbidden area behind the mountain, there is a portrait of Wang Chongyang, the founder of the Quanzhen School and the Central Divine.

Under the joint witness of five of the world's top Taoist masters, Shen Mo performed the ritual of three bows and nine kowtows before the portrait of the otherworldly Taoist.

The ceremony is over.

Ma Yu stepped forward, straightened his Taoist robe, and his expression became extremely solemn.

He turned around, faced the crowd, and announced in a voice loud enough to carry throughout the entire back mountain:

"I, in my capacity as the third leader of the Quanzhen Sect, hereby declare!"

"Shen Mo, from this day forward, your late master Wang Chongyang will accept you as a disciple on your behalf, placing you among our junior brothers, as the second generation of disciples of the Quanzhen Sect!"

The sound was as loud as thunder, shaking the leaves in the forest to fall.

"Your position is equal to ours, on par with the Seven Masters of Quanzhen!"

"Bestow a Taoist title—"

Ma Yu's gaze fell on Shen Mo's calm and expressionless face, and finally settled on it.

"Silence!"

An hour ago, he was still a bullied fire-working novice.

An hour later, he had ascended to the heavens and become the Xuanmo Zhenren, who was on par with the Seven Masters of Quanzhen!

Yin Zhiping was so excited that his legs went weak and he almost knelt down.

I... have actually become the... junior apprentice of this living legend?

Just then, Ma Yu's gaze fell on him.

"Yin Zhiping has rendered meritorious service in protecting the Dharma."

"I grant you permission to consult with your Uncle Xuanmo about Taoist practices at any time."

Yin Zhiping suddenly looked up at the boy who had just been given a new identity.

He saw that "Uncle-Master Xuanmo" was looking at him calmly.

On that young face, there was no trace of pride or elation, only a deep, unfathomable calm.

It was as if all these earth-shattering changes were something he should have taken for granted.