Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

Looking at the conspicuous crimson in his palm, Gu Tianren took a deep breath.

As expected... he couldn't suppress it anymore.

A sense of fear for the future welled up in his heart, and countless bizarre and incomprehensible images flashed through his eyes, which were filled with countless fine lines. The knowledge and information that were poured into his brain in a very short time gave him a splitting headache.

The blood in his body felt as if it were about to boil, burning his meridians. The liquid that seeped from his eyes flowed back to his brain, into his heart, and continued to flow through his entire body.

"Young Master, the tea is here!"

Gu Asan rushed over from the tea room, carrying a brown wooden tray with exquisite tea sets on it, including a white jade teapot that was still emitting billowing steam.

As soon as he stepped into the room, he saw the blood that Gu Tianren had coughed up on the floor. He was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he almost lost control of his strength and nearly spilled the tea that he had painstakingly prepared.

"It's nothing..." Gu Tianren forced a laugh when he saw Gu Asan's panicked appearance. "I'm fine, it's just that my body is a little weak."

"Young Master..."

Gu Asan looked at Gu Tianren, who was pretending to be unaffected and had silently drunk his tea, his face still deathly pale. After hesitating for a long time, he humbly said, "Young Master, although it may be presumptuous of me to say this, I still have to say it..."

"Young Master's health is really not good, there's no need to hide it... If there's anything I can do to help, I will... I'll go through fire and water for you!"

Gu Asan spoke with conviction, his eyes filled with unwavering determination, as if Gu Tianren would roll up his trousers and bravely step onto the sharp blades if Gu Tianren truly asked him to climb a mountain of knives.

Faced with such a loyal servant, Gu Tianren, as the master, could only give a helpless bitter laugh. He raised his head, and his eyes reflected Gu Asan's honest and simple appearance.

He remained silent for a long time, as if weighing his options internally.

After a moment, he suddenly spoke up and asked, "Ah San, do you know a way to suppress the Divine Eye?"

“Suppress…” Gu Asan was taken aback. He remembered what he had done last night and suddenly felt a little flustered. His eyes subconsciously avoided Gu Tianren’s: “N-I don’t quite understand, young master…why did you suppress the Divine Eye? Isn’t that Lord Lan Yutianbing’s treasure?”

"Really? You think so too?" Gu Tianren wasn't surprised at all. He just said with a rather emotional tone, "But it makes sense. Lord Lan Yutianbing's creation can almost be considered a part of the Twenty-One Ultimate. It would be strange if I, who possess such a treasure, didn't cultivate the Divine Eye."

That's what I mean.

Gu Asan muttered to himself.

The current Palace Master is showing signs of impending death. If Gu Tianren's failure to cultivate the Divine Eye leads to Lan Chun succeeding him as Palace Master—

Gu Asan was genuinely worried that Gu Tianren would be targeted by Lan Chun for personal revenge.

That's why he hoped that Gu Tianren could cultivate the Divine Eye properly, become the next Palace Master of the Blue Feather Heavenly Palace, take charge of the entire Blue Feather Heavenly Palace, and become a hegemon in this Kuntian Domain.

Thinking this to himself, Gu Asan couldn't help but murmur, "Then... why don't you cultivate, young master, and instead try to suppress it?"

"For some very special reasons."

Gu Tianren gave a bitter laugh, but still chose not to explain.

He simply continued to circulate his spiritual energy, trying to suppress the burning sensation that seeped from his eyes into his internal meridians, and then said with great difficulty, "You don't need to ask any more questions. I have my own ideas."

"I will never cultivate the Divine Eye, absolutely not."

“But, the Palace Master—” Gu Asan wanted to offer more persuasion.

"It's okay."

Gu Tianren's lips curled up slightly, revealing a gentle and reassuring smile as he looked at Gu Asan: "Nothing will happen. Let's just continue like this, Asan. I know what you're thinking. Trust me."

Gu Asan: "..."

With a deathly pale face, Gu Tianren didn't say anything more, and Gu Asan naturally didn't ask any further questions.

He simply watched his master sip his tea, seemingly enjoying it, and even praised Gu Asan for his improved tea-making skills.

Is the young master like this because he still refuses to accept these divine eyes and chooses to suppress them instead?

Even if it meant his body was covered in wounds, he was unwilling to cultivate these eyes.

Then why did he take the other Divine Eye from Lan Chun in the first place?

Countless questions flooded his mind, and Gu A-San felt he couldn't make a judgment at all, not even—

Looking at Gu Tianren's smiling face, Gu Asan even began to doubt himself.

Did he really do something wrong?

……

……

After that, Gu Tianren asked Gu Asan to leave the house.

Gu Asan returned to his room, his mind almost entirely occupied with the matter of the Divine Eye. At that moment, he barely cared about his rumbling stomach and instead pulled out a small black box from the cabinet.

After opening the black box, Gu Asan looked at the coin lying quietly inside, gently picked it up, and gazed at the patterns on it, recalling their past meeting.

Arriving in the Kuntian Domain for the first time, he was alone and helpless, and knew nothing about this vast Kuntian Domain.

He tried stealing to survive, but he soon found that his methods were too weak, and he was reduced to begging on the streets.

However, people are cold-hearted, and no matter how much he pretended to be pitiful, no one gave him any money.

He could only compete with wild dogs for food.

Every day he would crouch in alleys, in the wilderness, and deep in the forest—competing with people or birds and beasts for food, but mostly with wild dogs. He can still recall the strange meat that had a slightly rotten smell.

No one cared whether he lived or died; his very existence was meaningless.

Gu Asan believed that he would die like this, in some place he didn't even know, discovered by some strange beast, his body eaten clean, his blood drunk as a thirst quencher, and finally his soul scattered to some unknown ghost place.

Until Gu Tianren appeared.

With a warm and gentle smile, the gentleman, who was both reassuring and mild-mannered, stopped the guard who was about to drive him away as he passed by and handed him the coin instead.

When he came into this world, Gu Tianren was the first person he met who made him feel warm.

The Blue Feather Heavenly Palace, though filled with icy cold, could not freeze Gu Tianren's burning heart.

Gu Asan took all of this into account.

He stared at the coin, feeling increasingly uneasy.

No.

That's not right.

If he himself caused all of this, he must take responsibility for Gu Tianren's suffering.

Even if he didn't have a way to alleviate Gu Tianren's pain, he at least had to tell Gu Tianren that the person who awakened the Divine Eye and the person who put the talisman on his forehead was Gu A-San.

He will only feel pain if he deceives his benefactor.

"Indeed, it's better to say it out loud."

Clutching the coins tightly in his palm, Gu Asan's face showed determination. He took a deep breath, then turned and pushed open the door to leave.

Before we knew it, night had fallen.

As the sky darkened and the bright moon hung high, the distance between the magnificent palace beneath our feet and the other blue-feathered celestial palace suspended above our heads seemed to be constantly closing.

The moonlight spilled onto the young man's resolute profile as he clutched the coins and arrived at Gu Tianren's house.

Although he still felt a little timid and hesitant, Gu Asan ultimately couldn't bear the pain in his heart and decided to tell Gu Tianren everything, and then give all the choices to his young master.

He was his benefactor, the person he was loyal to, not some Blue Feather Heavenly Palace.

Having figured this out, Gu Asan pushed open the door and entered—

"Young Master, I..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Gu Asan's eyes widened in shock, and he swallowed back the rest of his words in fright.

Reflected in her eyes were Duan Xingchen, who radiated a faint glow, and Gu Wangjun, who stood beside her with a somber expression and a sharp sword in his hand.

The sharp sword was aimed at Gu Tianren, who was lying on the bed, covered in sweat and in great pain. If Gu Wangjun exerted his strength quickly, the sword would pierce through Gu Tianren's heart and kill this chief of the Blue Feather Heavenly Palace on the spot!

How could Duan Xingchen and Gu Wangjun have anticipated Gu Asan's arrival? Their focus was entirely on Gu Tianren. Even now, if Gu Wangjun were to actually kill someone, he would still hesitate for a moment.

Just as he was about to finish his hesitation and prepare to strike, Gu Asan suddenly burst through the door.

"You...you are..."

Gu Asan stared blankly at Duan Xingchen and Gu Wangjun, whose actions at this moment clearly indicated that they intended to kill Gu Tianren that night!

why? !

Why did they do this to the young master?

Gu Asan was so frightened that he could hardly speak. He never expected that he would see such a horrifying scene when he broke down the door.

"Listen to me, this is..."

Before Xingchen could even offer an explanation...

next moment.

Gu Wangjun then felt an indescribable terrifying aura erupt from Gu Tianren.

His eyes suddenly opened, and within them were countless silver threads, along with an extremely dense demonic aura!

"what?"

Gu Wangjun frowned, not waiting for him to make a judgment—

The immense force struck, blasting Gu Wangjun, whose body was as large as a small mountain, away along with his sword!

Duan Xingchen stared blankly at Gu Tianren, who was surrounded by strong winds, with wide eyes and a terrifying aura, and swallowed hard.

magic.

A demon of terrifying proportions.

It was exactly the same scent that Duan Xingchen had sensed outside the Blue Feather Heavenly Palace—

Previously, she couldn't be sure of the demon's identity because it was too terrifying, too sinister, and too heavy.

Now, she was certain.

This aura, this demonic aura, is undeniable—

It belongs to the twenty-one extremes.

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