The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

Everyone raised their glasses again: "To peace and tranquility on earth!"

The banquet lasted until late at night, and then everyone dispersed.

Before leaving, Pei Hanchuan said to Chen Xuan, "Master, I will come again next Mid-Autumn Festival."

Taiqingzi said, "This old Taoist priest has come too."

Shen Cangming said, "This disciple has brought the spirit shrimp from the East Sea."

Sha Wanli said, "This disciple has brought jujube cakes."

Ying Yuehua said, "The Ying family brought snow lotus from the northern frontier."

Yu Xuzi said, "Kunlun brought the ten-thousand-year-old snow ginseng."

Wang Mingyuan said, "Lingxiao brought some newly developed spiritual tea."

Chen Xuan nodded.

The crowd dispersed, and the courtyard returned to silence.

Lu Yao brought over a bowl of hangover soup: "Senior brother, have some soup."

Chen Xuan took it and took a sip: "It's sweet."

"I added osmanthus honey."

Lu Yao sat down next to him with a grin, "Senior brother, how about we celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival like this every year from now on?"

Chen Xuan looked at her smiling face, then glanced at Wu Minghuang and Shangguan Wan'er, who were clearing away the dishes in the distance.

Finally, I looked up at the bright moon in the night sky.

"it is good."

He said softly, "We'll celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival like this every year from now on."

Three years later.

The spiritual energy has been fully restored.

The environment of heaven and earth is now able to accommodate the normal cultivation of Nascent Soul cultivators, and the Divine Transformation stage is no longer an unattainable legend.

Under the guidance of the nine inheritances left by Chen Xuan, the human race flourished.

Pei Hanchuan broke through to the late Nascent Soul stage and became the number one swordsman in the world.

He opened a lecture hall at Yuqing Sword Ruins to teach swordsmanship. Every time he gave a lecture, the seventy-two peaks were filled with sword cultivators from all over the world.

What he talked about most was not sword techniques, but "the heart of the sword".

He said the highest level of swordsmanship is not about cleaving the heavens and splitting the earth, but about protecting.

Wu Minghuang broke through to the mid-Nascent Soul stage. Instead of rebuilding the Tianfeng Dynasty, she founded the "Tianfeng Sect" with the aim of protecting the people of the Central Plains.

Her Phoenix Flame Spear Technique spread throughout the world, and young people who came to learn from her lined up from Zhengzhou to Qingcheng Mountain.

Shangguan Wan'er broke through to the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm and took charge of the internal affairs of the Tianfeng Sect.

She also serves as the president of the "Committee for the Study of the Deeds of the Holy Teacher".

This was a title she bestowed upon herself—she had over thirty researchers of ancient texts from various schools of thought under her command, dedicated to collecting and organizing all of Chen Xuan's aliases and deeds over the past 9,800 years.

There are currently twelve confirmed aliases, and at least eight more are yet to be verified.

After Lu Yao formed her golden core, she pestered Chen Xuan to teach her the first three moves of the Cangming Sword Technique.

She practices swordsmanship in the courtyard every morning, and the azure sword light reflecting off the white plum blossoms has become a scenic spot in Qingcheng Mountain.

The people of the small town at the foot of the mountain often say that there are immortals on Mount Qingcheng, and every morning they can see the azure sword light and the crimson phoenix flames shining together.

Taiqingzi reconstituted his golden elixir, achieving perfect enlightenment.

He stepped down as the head of Taiqing Temple, passing the position to his disciple, and moved to the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, where he would go up the mountain every day to drink tea and play chess with Chen Xuan. He said that after three hundred years of cultivation, this was the most comfortable time for him.

Shen Cangming broke through to the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and under his leadership, the East Sea Sword Sect became the number one sword cultivator sect in the East Sea.

He would come to Qingcheng Mountain once every three months to report his cultivation progress to Chen Xuan, and each time he would bring a basket of deep-sea spiritual shrimp.

Chen Xuan said that it was not necessary to bring it every time, as it was a token of his disciple's goodwill.

Sha Wanli broke through to the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and the Hunyuan Sect was rebuilt.

He inscribed the complete Hunyuan Seal Technique on the sect's stone wall for all disciples to study and comprehend.

At the very top of the stone wall is inscribed the following line of text: "The Hunyuan Seal Method, passed down from the Holy Master Hunyuan Zhenren. Disciple Sha Wanli, the first person in five thousand years to master it completely."

Ying Yuehua was rewarded for her merit in protecting the Demon Suppression Tower. Chen Xuan used the Danxia Method to cleanse her marrow and meridians, allowing her to break through to the peak of the Golden Core stage.

The Ying clan held a powerful position in the northern frontier, yet Ying Yuehua still personally wiped every brick and stone of the Demon-Suppressing Tower every day. She said it was the Ying clan's duty.

Based on the Three Seal Array Diagram, Yu Xuzi elevated Kunlun Daoist practices to new heights.

Kunlun regained his position as the leader of the Daoist sect, and every day, cultivators flocked to Wendao Peak to pay homage to the Three Jade Tablets.

Wang Mingyuan has retired.

He resigned from his position as the head of Lingxiao and bought a small courtyard at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain. Every day, he would go up the mountain to play chess with Taiqingzi and also mooch some snacks made by Lu Yao.

He said the best decision he ever made was changing Chen Xuan's threat level from "high-risk observation target" to "unapproachable existence".

Ye Li took over as the head of Lingxiao.

On her first day in office, she changed Chen Xuan's file level from "Unevaluable" to "Human Guardian" and added a sentence to the first page of the file: "Any disrespect for Mr. Chen Xuan is a provocation against all mankind."

Lin Xiaoman became the youngest chief researcher at the Lingxiao Research Institute.

Her research focuses on "the textual research on the pseudonym of the Holy Master and the correlation analysis with ancient seals," and she works closely with Shangguan Wan'er's committee. The two video chat once a month to exchange the latest findings.

As for Chen Xuan...

He is still at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

After the nine inheritances dissipated, he was no longer in a hurry to break through, but instead began to accumulate again.

He meditates, drinks tea, feeds sparrows, and prunes plum branches every day. Occasionally, he gives Lu Yao pointers on swordsmanship, and sometimes he is dragged by Wu Minghuang and Shangguan Wan'er to go shopping.

Some say the Holy Master has become weaker.

Some say the Holy Master is only temporarily dormant—his insights from the peak of the Fusion Realm are still there, and breaking through again is only a matter of time.

But everyone knows one thing.

No matter what level the Holy Master is at.

He will always be the last line of defense for humanity.

Qingcheng Mountain Taoist temple, early morning.

The thin mist had not yet dissipated, and the birdsong in the mountains was crisp and clear.

Chen Xuan pushed open the courtyard gate, and sunlight poured in.

The old plum tree in the courtyard is in full bloom, its branches covered in white blossoms like snow, exuding a sweet fragrance.

The Cangming Sword hummed softly in the blue stone, its blade reflecting the morning light, gleaming with a deep, ethereal blue.

Several sparrows hopped on the branches, and when they saw Chen Xuan come out, they flew to his shoulder and chirped for food.

Lu Yao called from the kitchen, "Senior brother! Breakfast is ready! I made Ganoderma lucidum porridge today!"

Wu Minghuang called out from the courtyard, "Sir! I'll make lunch! We haven't even used the snow ginseng that Kunlun sent yesterday!"

Shangguan Wan'er called from the side room, "Master! Last night, I discovered another clue. Six thousand years ago, there was a 'Penglai Guest' in the East Sea who once repelled a million sea monsters with a single melody. I suspect that was also your alias!"

Chen Xuan stood at the courtyard gate, listening to these sounds.

Nine thousand eight hundred years of vicissitudes flashed through his eyes.

Ten thousand years ago, on Tianmen Mountain, a lone warrior stood shoulder to shoulder with the Nine Netherworlds to seal the heavens.

Nine thousand years ago, the resolute act of sealing Tianyuan before the Demon-Suppressing Cliff in the Northern Frontier.

The composure with which the demon Kun was suppressed at the bottom of Penglai in the East China Sea seven thousand years ago.

Five thousand years ago, the western Gobi Desert was riddled with three caves.

Four thousand years ago, the ruthlessness of the insect king was sealed in the dense forests of southern Xinjiang.

The icy cold that suppressed the Cold Demon in the Northern Underworld Ice Plains three thousand years ago.

The gentle and subtle teachings of alchemy were passed down on the shores of the East China Sea two thousand years ago.

A thousand years ago, people lived a simple life on Mount Qingcheng, raising birds and drinking tea.

The guardians who drew the line between heaven and earth in front of Tianmen Mountain three hundred years ago.

The calmness of awakening again three years ago after the resurgence of spiritual energy.

And today—

The courtyard is filled with old friends; peace reigns in the world.

He smiled, stepped over the threshold, and walked into the courtyard.

"They're here."

He responded and walked towards the kitchen.

A new day begins.

Sunlight spilled onto the bluestone slabs, onto the old plum branches, onto the Cangming Sword, and onto his faded blue robe.

A mountain breeze rustled through the white plum blossoms in the courtyard.

Several sparrows took flight from the branches, skimming over the green tiles and white walls of the Taoist temple, over the morning mist and sea of ​​clouds in the mountains, over the small town at the foot of the mountain with its wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys, and flew towards the clear blue sky.

Above the sky, there were no more cracks.

Spring has arrived, and flowers are in bloom on this earth.

(End of the article)