I tried to kill the heroines of destiny, but they ended up chasing after me.

Call me the Guardian!

"But this is only your first day in office..."

"the next day!"

"Guardian, may I ask how much silver I need to go to Yedu City?"

"Twenty taels."

The man cursed under his breath, and Ah Jie, who was snorting through his nostrils, threw the silver into the money box behind him and jumped onto the teleportation array without a word.

Seeing the previous person being summoned away, the old cripple stepped forward and said, "Guardian, this old man wants to go to the Heavenly Demon Sect. How much would you like to charge?"

A-Jie nodded. This old guy was much more sensible than the one before, but he lacked common sense. The teleportation array in Baiqi City could only cross three cities at most, so how could it reach the Heavenly Demon Sect? "I can't go."

The old cripple had experience in Red Lotus City and knew a thing or two: "Lord Guardian, could you help me see how much it would cost to go to a city closer to the Heavenly Demon Sect?"

"Be specific, just tell me where you want to go. I don't have time to help you. Don't try to fool me, old man." Ah Jie waved his hand impatiently.

The old cripple hesitated for a moment, then handed over the token in his hand: "Guardian, would you like to take a look at this?"

Ah Jie shrugged it off, took the token, and muttered, "Old man, don't try anything funny..."

Upon first handling it, Ah Jie could tell that the material was extraordinary.

"Gu Qici".

He didn't recognize the name on the front.

But he happened to know the design of the token and the meaning of "two dragons playing with a pearl".

A direct disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect...

He lowered his nose and groveled, "Sir, you're too kind of a joker. Just call me Xiao Jie, and I'll arrange it for you right away."

He turned around and skillfully adjusted the policy.

The old cripple, imitating his predecessors, prepared to throw twenty taels of silver into the prize box.

Ah Jie stopped him, saying, "Don't flatter me, old man. How could I accept your money? Consider it compensation for my earlier offense. Please go upstairs."

The old cripple tried several times, but he was no match for the young and strong Ah Jie.

Since they hadn't invested any money, they had to give up.

He walked onto the teleportation array and stared at the token that A-Jie had returned to him for a while.

I glanced at Ah Jie again.

This 'noble guardian' once again turned his haughty gaze to the next person who arrived: 'Call me the guardian!'

An unusual emotion was brewing in his heart.

The 'big shots' we used to see don't seem to be much different from ordinary people...

He raised his head slightly.

The old man's hand gripped the token tightly.

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Chapter 41 As the Holy Son's Future Daoist Companion

“Yaoyao, let’s stay in a nicer inn. We’re not short of money now. The beds are soft. After your mother died, we haven’t had a good life… I miss it.”

"Grandpa, I felt like I was in a daze for a long time before I became more clear-headed. Staying at an inn... where are we going to get the money?"

“The hard times are over. My grandfather is now considered someone of importance. Even the soldiers who used to be my servants have to bow and scrape before me. They are very respectful to me.”

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"Young brother, I want to go to the Heavenly Demon Sect. Could you please help me find the nearest city?"

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"Get me a batch of the finest fabric to dress my granddaughter up beautifully."

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"Yaoyao, let's go to another restaurant. The food here isn't very good. We've been living a hard life for too long. I want to eat something I never dared to dream of before."

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"Young brother, I want to go to the Heavenly Demon Sect. Could you please help me find the nearest city?"

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"Bring out your signature dishes."

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"Hurry up, I need to go to the Heavenly Demon Sect and check out the nearest city. Don't delay my important business."

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"Finally...we've arrived..."

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Heavenly Demon Sect.

Wuwang Peak.

Elegant and ethereal.

The spiritual energy flows like silver and rivers, silently passing through mountains, rivers, and stars for millions of years.

Moonlight falls into the well, and dawn fills the sky.

The first wisp of scorching heat swept across Wuwang Peak, and the dew that had gathered on the spiritual herbs on the peak overnight had vanished without a trace.

All the hard-earned savings were easily drained dry. It's a pity, this is the fate of grass.

The two rode their swords through the air, sitting cross-legged, occasionally casting their gazes to survey the crowd below.

Five years and one day.

Today happens to be the famous Ascension Ceremony of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Within a radius of thousands of miles, families with means would bring their children to try their luck.

One person attains the Tao and the chicken and dog ascend to heaven.

Wuwang Peak was the opportunity for these mortals to break through the Gate of Life and Death, but it was also the place where dreams shattered.

Countless young men and women stood there dumbfounded.

The two outer sect elders remained silent, showing no intention of presiding over the meeting.

No one was willing to leave, and for the time being, no one was willing to take the lead and ask questions, fearing that a single word like "no patience, unqualified" would render five years of hard work futile.

A discordant sound shattered the tranquility.

"This is the Heavenly Demon Sect? It's so grand, no wonder there were so many people along the way..."

An elderly man dressed in brocade robes, leaning on a cane, stepped forward with his granddaughter, who was wearing a fox fur coat.

Upon hearing this, an outer sect elder opened his eyes and scrutinized Liu Xiyao: "Your aptitude is so-so that you can barely enter the sect, but you are not qualified. First, you are not punctual, and second, you are not good at judging situations. You can take your granddaughter back now."

He naturally assumed that the two were there to participate in the assessment.

The old cripple, his face still bearing the bruises of fist wounds, slightly toned down his arrogant demeanor and held the token in his hand: "Take a look at this?"

That was his invincible weapon.

He carefully observed the changes in the expressions of the two elders to gauge the true limit of the token.

The two elders noticed a surge of spiritual energy caused by a spiritual object.

He cast a surprised look at her: "Where did you come from?"

One of the elders' expressions changed, and he gestured with his hand.

The old cripple sensed a powerful suction force. He gripped the token tightly, refusing to let it slip from his hand, but he was still no match for the cultivator's methods.

"what?"

The outer sect elder exclaimed in surprise and turned to ask another person.

"Is Master Gu at the sect? I've been seeing her running around a lot lately, I wonder what she's up to. Old Peng, send her a message."

Old Peng's face darkened: "You don't know how to use telepathy? At your age, you don't even have your own telepathy spirit stone?"

The elder holding the token smiled awkwardly: "Well... I don't have her telepathic communication skill, so I can't call her."

"Don't look, I don't have any either. I don't want it and I dare not ask for it. I reckon that only the sect leader and the holy son have it."

It is not to say that the status of elders is necessarily higher than that of disciples.

As an outer sect elder, he was at best a marginal figure among the higher-ups, having exhausted his potential and barely stepped into the realm of creation.

Gu Qici is a young man who has already reached the Po Jun level, and the Shu Mountain Holy Land has tried to poach him several times. His future is limitless, and he is almost a shoo-in for the position of vice sect leader.

On the surface, the two sides are roughly equal in status.

The actual difference...

The two elders looked at each other.

"Give it to me."

A cool, detached female voice eased their awkwardness.

Her long, golden hair cascaded naturally over her shoulders, gently held in place by a pink ribbon.

Her eyebrows were like cold smoke, and her eyes like cold stars, concealing a sense of utter desolation.

"My benefactor! My benefactor! Do you still remember me?"

The old cripple called out hurriedly.