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His opponent in the final was Shen Yuheng, who was proficient in both swordsmanship and body techniques and had been undefeated for seven years since he first started practicing.

When Su Xuan stepped onto the arena, Shen Yuheng was already standing there waiting, with three flying swords hovering beside him, their blades shimmering with spiritual light, indicating they were of high quality.

"Your physical body is indeed terrifying," Shen Yuheng said, drawing his main sword from his back and pointing it at Su Xuan.

"But my sword isn't just for slashing."

Before he finished speaking, three flying swords shot out simultaneously, not to strike head-on, but to cut in from three tricky angles. The sword energy intertwined to form a dense net, sealing off all of Su Xuan's escape routes.

Su Xuan did not retreat.

He took a step forward, golden patterns appeared on his right fist, his blood surged, and he precisely released one-tenth of the power of the Mingwang Body.

A punch landed squarely on the center of the sword net.

The three flying swords were flung away at the same time, and the spiritual light on the swords dimmed instantly. Shen Yuheng's wrist was twisted by the recoil, and his tiger's mouth was split open.

Su Xuan gave him no chance to catch his breath. With his second step, he was already in front of Shen Yuheng.

Shen Yuheng retreated frantically, holding his main sword horizontally in front of him to block.

The fist struck the sword, producing a loud clang, and the high-quality spirit sword cracked open in the middle.

Shen Yuheng was swept away from the ring by the force of the punch, tumbling twice in mid-air before crashing to the ground and sliding for more than ten feet.

The entire room fell silent.

On the high platform, the sect leader slowly stood up from his chair, looked at the gray-robed youth on the arena, and gently clapped his hands together three times.

"it is good."

Just one word.

Elder Lingguang was faster than the sect leader, having already gotten up from his chair and stepped down from the platform.

He walked at a steady pace, but each step was firm, heading straight towards the arena.

The Second Elder opened his mouth as if to say something, but after glancing at Elder Lingguang's back, he closed it again.

Elder Lingguang walked down to the bottom of the arena, looked up at Su Xuan, and his wrinkled old face was full of a kind smile.

"Boy, come with me. From today onwards, you will be my last disciple."

Su Xuan jumped off the arena and knelt on one knee.

"Disciple greets Master."

This posture was impeccable, respectful yet with a hint of youthful naiveté, perfectly matching the reaction of a young man from a rogue cultivator who had suddenly been chosen by the sect's strongest elder.

The sect leader tossed a golden token down from the high platform, and its spiritual light landed in Su Xuan's hand.

True disciples, golden token.

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The screen was immediately flooded with comments.

"Su Shen's acting was phenomenal! That little expression when he knelt on one knee almost made me believe it!"

"Elder Lingguang is taking on a disciple on his own initiative—this scenario is too perfect! We don't even have to fight for it; resources are being delivered right to our door!"

"Wait, don't you guys think that old man's enthusiasm is a bit excessive? A peak Golden Core cultivator, is he really that eager to help a Foundation Establishment junior?"

"No milk! No milk! No milk!"

Halfway up the main peak, there is a secluded cave.

The concentration of spiritual energy is more than ten times that of the inner sect. The cave is embedded with a mid-grade spirit-gathering array, and the array's eye is connected to a branch of a top-grade spiritual vein deep within the main peak's earth veins.

Su Xuan sat on the futon, toying with the golden true inheritance token in his hand.

Elder Lingguang was being too kind to him, giving him whatever he wanted—his cave dwelling, cultivation techniques, pills, spirit stones—and even granting him partial access to the sect's secret treasury.

But Su Xuan didn't rush to look through the secret archives.

We can't discern Elder Lingguang's intentions yet, so let's play it safe and observe the situation.

For the next few months, Su Xuan lived a very comfortable life on the main peak.

Elder Lingguang would come every few days to guide him in his cultivation techniques, his attitude gentle and patient, and there was nothing wrong with him.

Su Xuan also played the part of a talented but still shallow-foundation physical cultivation newcomer, asking for guidance when necessary and being respectful when appropriate. The scene of the kind teacher and filial disciple was pleasing to the eye for onlookers.

Six months later.

In the sect's mission hall, Su Xuan accepted a B-level dispatch mission to investigate the anomaly of depleted spirit mines in the Dry Bone Mountains on the border of the Eastern Wilderness.

The task itself is not difficult and is suitable for true disciples to go out and gain experience.

Su Xuan flew on his sword for three days and arrived at the area of ​​the Dry Bone Mountain Range.

The desolate Gobi Desert stretches to the horizon, with not a blade of grass growing on the gray-brown rocks. The spiritual energy in the earth's veins is indeed several times thinner than in normal mining areas.

Su Xuan landed on the top of a mountain peak, preparing to release his divine sense to explore the veins of the spirit mine, when suddenly his mind was jolted.

A hundred miles away, two waves of spiritual energy at the Golden Core level collided violently, one of which he was extremely familiar with.

Elder Lingguang.

Su Xuan shuddered. His first reaction was not to approach, but to suppress his aura to the extreme.

In a canyon a hundred miles away, two figures were engaged in a fierce battle.

Elder Lingguang's gray robes fluttered, golden energy surged around him, and his palm techniques were fierce and ruthless, each strike aimed at the opponent's vital points.

Opposite him was a middle-aged cultivator dressed in black robes, with a mid-stage Golden Core cultivation level. Blood was gushing from multiple wounds on his body, clearly indicating that he was no match for Elder Lingguang.

"You old scoundrel Lingguang, you've gone mad!" the black-robed cultivator roared hoarsely.

"I have no grudge against you, why have you chased me for three thousand miles!"

Elder Lingguang did not reply, but instead conjured a golden blade of light about a foot long in his palm and slashed horizontally.

The black-robed cultivator raised his magical artifact to block, but the golden blade shattered the artifact along with the protective aura, and then struck his chest with undiminished force.

Blood splattered.

The black-robed cultivator fell to the ground, a deep gash on his chest revealing bone. His spiritual energy rapidly dissipated, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Elder Lingguang walked up to him, squatted down, and pressed his withered fingers directly into the wound.

The black-robed cultivator let out a bloodcurdling wail.

Elder Lingguang withdrew his hand from the wound, his five fingers holding a fist-sized white ball of light. Golden threads flowed inside the ball, radiating extremely pure Geng metal power.

The origin of Geng metal.

A sacred object of the metal element.

Su Xuan's breath hitched for a second.

The Five Elements Foundation Building Method was still missing three sacred objects: metal, wood, and earth. He had been searching for these objects for over a year without success, but now they had appeared right before his eyes.

Elder Lingguang carefully placed the Geng Metal essence into a jade box and turned to leave.

Su Xuan's mind raced. He planned to find a reason to trade with Elder Lingguang after returning to the sect, as he had quite a few good items.

The thought had just crossed my mind.

Elder Lingguang abruptly stopped in his tracks.

The hunched figure slowly turned around, his cloudy old eyes staring directly in the direction where Su Xuan was hiding, a hundred miles away, with perfect accuracy.

Su Xuan's heart sank to the bottom.

Was discovered.

No, it wasn't that they were discovered; it was that Elder Lingguang's divine sense was constantly scanning the surrounding environment, and his shielding talisman blocked most of the detection.

However, this old man's cultivation level was at the peak of the Golden Core stage, so the talisman could only cover 70% of the anomaly, leaving 30% enough for him to detect it.

In the distance, Elder Lingguang removed his kind and benevolent mask, his lips parting to reveal an extremely sinister smile.

"Come out, my good disciple."

Su Xuan did not move.

Elder Lingguang raised his hand and waved, and a golden spiritual energy transformed into a giant palm, shattering the giant rock where Su Xuan was hiding across a distance of a hundred miles.

Amidst the flying pebbles, Su Xuan's figure came into view.

Elder Lingguang's figure flashed, and in the next instant he appeared three zhang away from Su Xuan, his speed so fast that even his afterimage could not be seen.

"Master," Su Xuan said, standing still.

"What's going on?"

He's still acting.

Elder Lingguang tilted his head and looked at him for a few seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

"Still acting?"

The old man's smile vanished in an instant, replaced by an expression that was cold to the bone.

"I only have three years left to live. Why do you think I took you as my disciple?"

Su Xuan's pretense became meaningless at this moment. He looked at the old man in front of him who had been hiding a knife in his smile for more than half a year and slowly released a trace of the spiritual power that had been suppressed in his body for a long time.

"You're after my body?"

Elder Lingguang clapped his hands and nodded approvingly.

"Smart, no wonder it's the shell I chose."