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The white-robed old man, his face contorted with rage, looked down at Sun Fang from mid-air, exuding an oppressive aura.

Sun Fang's heart tightened, and he quickly cupped his hands in protest, "Reporting to Grandmaster, this disciple has not come to acknowledge a godfather!"

"This disciple has only heard of Eunuch Su's unparalleled combat prowess and admires him greatly. I wish to come here to pay my respects to this master, and have absolutely no intention of currying favor!"

"Not the best."

The white-robed elder snorted coldly, his tone filled with extreme arrogance and authority: "My Heavenly Martial Sect has not stooped to the point where disciples need to grovel before others and acknowledge them as fathers!"

"Eunuch Su is currently in seclusion for cultivation. Your noise here will disturb his peaceful practice. Please leave immediately!"

"Your disciple obeys!"

Sun Fang dared not disobey in the slightest. He was so intimidated by his grandmaster's imposing aura that he immediately leaped into the air and soared out of the palace.

In the forbidden area of ​​the imperial palace, ordinary cultivators are strictly prohibited from flying through the air. However, Sun Fang had already disregarded these rules and only wanted to escape this place as soon as possible. This shows the immense pressure that the sudden appearance of this elder of the Heavenly Martial Sect had brought him.

Once the two had completely disappeared from sight, the crowd in the library courtyard erupted in murmurs and whispers.

"Just who is this white-robed senior? His aura is terrifying!"

"It was already made clear that they are from the Heavenly Martial Sect! They must be top-tier experts at the Martial Emperor realm!"

"I recognize him. He's Elder Songhe of the Tianwu Sect! He reached the mid-stage of Martial Emperor hundreds of years ago, and now that so much time has passed, his cultivation must have already reached the late-stage of Martial Emperor!"

"In the late stages of Empress Wu's reign, he was already among the top cross-realm powerhouses on the Wulong Continent. No wonder he disdained to have his disciples recognize Eunuch Su as their godfather!"

"I've heard that during this Black Mist Calamity, countless powerful individuals from the Heavenly Martial Sect have crossed over from other realms, their strength unfathomable."

"There's something else you might not know: Eunuch Su previously killed a peerless genius from the Heavenly Martial Sect who had been sealed away for ten thousand years! The two sides already had a deep-seated grudge!"

"Eunuch Su can easily suppress an early-stage Martial Emperor and severely injure a mid-stage Martial Emperor, but what are his chances of winning against a veteran late-stage Martial Emperor like Elder Songhe?"

"Since they have a long-standing grudge, Elder Songhe held back from making a move just now, presumably because he wasn't entirely confident he could defeat Eunuch Su!"

"It may not be out of fear! Perhaps it's for the sake of the human race's overall interests, and he doesn't want to lose combat power in internal strife. After all, that genius of ten thousand years is not his personal disciple, so there's no need for him to risk his life for revenge."

"Have you forgotten the most crucial point? None of us are native cultivators of this world. The higher our cultivation level and the older we are, the stronger the repulsion and suppression from the rules of the Tianyuan Continent will be! Elder Songhe's strength will certainly not be able to be fully utilized!"

Opinions varied, and the voices were noisy.

Everyone's eyes turned to the second floor of the library, filled with anticipation.

They all wanted to see if Elder Songhe's visit to exert pressure and the tense standoff between the two sides would disturb Su Mu's seclusion, and how he would react.

The second floor of the library remained completely silent and still.

On the balcony, Jinzi lay lazily, its wings drooping, looking listless.

Wen Qianzhu held her young son Su Song and sat quietly beside Jinzi, equally bored and with a serene expression.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Su Mu was already completely immersed in a profound understanding of the Imperial Way and the Way of the Sword.

The Enlightenment Pill entered his body, allowing his soul to completely enter the Dao and immerse him in a profound state of enlightenment, isolating him from all external sounds, disturbances, and disturbances.

If it weren't for a cataclysmic event on the scale of the collapse of heaven and earth and the Great Dao, there would have been no way to pull him out of his state of enlightenment.

He was completely unaware of the passage of time, having already been immersed in this mysterious state for several days.

He had no experience taking the Enlightenment Pill for the first time. If he had known that a single enlightenment would take so long, he would have taken care of the trivial matters of accepting disciples and establishing kinship first, and then calmly swallowed the pill to seek enlightenment.

Time flows slowly, and two more days have quietly passed.

May 3rd, early morning.

A clear and pure Daoist aura emanated from Su Mu's body, and he finally completely broke free from the state of entering and comprehending the Dao.

His eyes slowly opened, deep as the sea, with countless Daoist principles hidden within, as if he could see through all things in heaven and earth and see through all illusions. His temperament was completely different from before.

Su Mu slowly got up, stepped out of the room, and arrived at the second-floor balcony.

Upon seeing this, Jinzi immediately flapped its wings and stood up, chirping loudly at him with great affection.

As Su Mu fed Jin Zi with the inner core of a demonic beast and its pure essence blood, he turned to Wen Qianzhu beside him and asked softly, "Have I been in seclusion for a long time?"

"It hasn't been long, less than ten days in total," Wen Qianzhu replied softly.

For top martial arts masters, seclusion for several days or even dozens of days is commonplace and not worth mentioning at all.

Downstairs in the courtyard, the group of cultivators who had been waiting anxiously for many days were instantly invigorated when they saw Su Mu appear, their eyes filled with excitement and anticipation.

Everyone could clearly see that the inner core and essence blood that Su Mu casually took out were all top-grade treasures, and they became more and more convinced that relying on this person would definitely bring unlimited opportunities.

Su Mu glanced around but didn't see Xiao Yunshang. He asked again, "Where has Miss Xiao gone? What have you been busy with lately?"

"She left the palace early this morning," Wen Qianzhu replied truthfully. "She joined forces with powerful figures she knew from all sides to actively clear away the remaining black mist within the Great Qian Empire and wipe out the hidden remnants of the Ghost Clan."

Su Mu was slightly taken aback, and inwardly sighed that Xiao Yunshang had an extremely strong sense of responsibility.

No wonder she was so concerned. The black mist and the strange race that crashed with the interdimensional warship have spread throughout the heartland of the empire. If they are allowed to grow and spread, they will eventually cause a great disaster and threaten the foundation of the Great Qian Dynasty.

"These people downstairs are all here to recognize you as their godfather," Wen Qianzhu whispered a timely reminder.

Su Mu nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the dense crowd below. He spoke loudly, his voice carrying clearly throughout the hall: "Thank you all for waiting."

As soon as he finished speaking, he swayed and gracefully descended from the second floor, landing steadily in front of the main entrance of the library.

Chang Wei and Chai Min retreated in unison, standing on either side of Su Mu behind him, silently guarding him with respectful posture.

"I already know the purpose of your visit."

Su Mu calmly swept his gaze over the thousand people present, his tone flat yet carrying an undeniable authority: "However, there is a rule regarding my adoption of sons and daughters that you may not yet be aware of."

"I will plant a blood soul curse mark on those who submit to me."

"I have spared no expense in using a vast amount of high-level resources to cultivate everyone, so naturally I do not want to raise ungrateful wretches. I hope you will understand."

"If you cannot accept this rule, you may leave on your own; I will not force you."

"I, Su Mu, guarantee that anyone willing to accept the Blood Soul Curse Mark will be treated without the slightest mistreatment!"

Upon hearing this, the courtyard of the library instantly erupted in uproar and became a hubbub of voices.

Previously, everyone only knew that joining Su Mu could bring opportunities and break through shackles, but they had never heard of the restriction of the Blood Soul Curse Seal.

Everyone knows what the Blood Soul Curse Mark means—from now on, one's life and loyalty are controlled, leaving no room for autonomy, making it a hundred times more binding than ordinary martial arts oaths or sect blood oaths.

"I told you there's no such thing as a free lunch!" someone complained angrily in a low voice. "It's not enough to have a sugar daddy; we also have to be cursed and treated like slaves!"

The appearance of the Blood Soul Curse Seal instantly deterred most of the cultivators.

These were all proud and arrogant martial arts masters, who spent their lives pursuing freedom and the pinnacle of martial arts. None of them were willing to completely hand over their fate to others. Even if the other party could offer them extraordinary opportunities, they could hardly accept becoming subservient.

"Let's go! Let whoever wants to do this 'recognizing a father as a master' thing do it!"

"The Blood Soul Curse Seal is too domineering; it's simply unacceptable!"

"That's true, but what Eunuch Su said makes sense. A large amount of high-level resources are hard to come by, and no one would cultivate a stranger's strength for free."

"Alas, what a pity that such an extraordinary opportunity is ultimately beyond my reach."

In an instant, a large number of cultivators turned and left, leaving the library courtyard much emptier as the crowd dispersed.

Su Mu remained calm and unmoved by this.

Like gold being sifted from sand, only the dross remains. Those who left were not sincere and were never worth cultivating; those who remained are the ones who truly understand the situation and are wholeheartedly seeking progress, and their numbers remain considerable.