One person: Lu Jin, do I look like your master?

"Tu Junfang?"

Wang Xuan looked at the man he was holding, whose face was gradually turning purple from suffocation, and spoke calmly to confirm his identity.

"Exactly...that's it..."

With all his might, Tu Junfang managed to squeeze out a few words from his constricted throat, his eyes filled with fear and a hint of bewilderment.

He couldn't understand why this terrifying young man in white knew him.

Surprisingly, upon hearing this, Wang Xuan actually let go of her hand.

Caught off guard, Tu Junfang fell to the ground, clutching his throat and coughing violently. He gasped for air, looking at Wang Xuan with suspicion and confusion, completely unable to understand what the other was trying to do.

Wang Xuan looked down at him, his voice still calm, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority:

"Seeing how hard it was for your Three Demons Sect to preserve its lineage, and how your ancestors shed blood and sacrificed their lives for the country, I will let you go today."

He paused, his tone turning cold:

"Get out of Longhu Mountain now, immediately."

Tu Junfang was startled and suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief!

An extremely complex emotion surged into Tu Junfang's heart in an instant. Shock, bewilderment, a long-lost sense of shame that he himself thought had long since disappeared, and immense confusion.

His method involves manipulating and controlling a person's "three corpses"—ignorance, greed, and anger. While this may seem wicked, his sect, the "Three Demons Sect," was indeed a legitimate school dedicated to researching, guiding, and ultimately eliminating the three corpses in order to achieve the righteous path. It was not a heretical sect.

However, as Wang Xuan knew, during that massive catastrophe that swept the entire country, almost the entire Three Demons Sect resolutely came out of seclusion.

Using methods they were perhaps not good at in direct combat, they fought and maneuvered against the invaders, and almost all of them died heroically, resulting in the extinction of most of their lineage.

Tu Junfang can be said to be the only remaining successor in the world, whose lineage is extremely incomplete.

His joining Quanxing was, to some extent, indeed an attempt to fill the gaps in his sect's heritage by observing and inciting the Three Corpses of more people in a more "free" and even more "evil" environment.

These long-buried memories and origins that he almost didn't want to recall were revealed by such a young stranger in a single sentence, and... he was spared his life because of it?!

Wang Xuan stopped looking at him, his eyes seeming to say: I let you go, it has nothing to do with you, it's only because of the glory of your ancestors.

Tu Junfang struggled to his feet, his emotions a complex mix. He gave Wang Xuan a deep look, as if trying to memorize his face, but ultimately said nothing, only solemnly cupping his hands in a respectful gesture towards Wang Xuan.

Without hesitation, he turned and staggered away into the dark woods at top speed, without even glancing back at his unconscious companions.

He knew very well that the other party was only sparing him out of respect for the long-deceased martyrs of the Three Demon Sect. This sentiment was incredibly profound, but it was reserved solely for him.

He had no right or face to plead for the other Quanxing lackeys.

Moreover, there is no real camaraderie among fellow disciples in the Quanxing sect; when disaster strikes, everyone flees for their lives.

In the blink of an eye, the once-aggressive Quanxing group was reduced to a pile of corpses and two dumbfounded young men.

Wang Xuan seemed to have done something insignificant, adjusting Lu Jin's position on his shoulder without even glancing at Zhang Chulan and Lu Linglong, and continued walking towards the Celestial Master's Mansion.

"Wait...wait a minute!" Seeing this, Lu Linglong could no longer hold back. She broke free from Zhang Chulan's hand and rushed over, blocking Wang Xuan's path, and asked urgently:

"What happened to my great-grandfather? Is he alright?!"

Zhang Chulan, supporting Zhi Jinhua, quickly followed, looking at Wang Xuan with a mixture of wariness and curiosity.

Wang Xuan then stopped, his gaze falling on Lu Linglong's worried face, and spoke softly:

"He was emotionally agitated and mentally exhausted, and fainted. He is not in mortal danger and just needs to rest."

His voice was calm, yet it carried a power that compelled people to believe him.

Upon hearing this, Lu Linglong breathed a slight sigh of relief, but looking at her unconscious great-grandfather, she still felt heartbroken.

She wanted to say something more, but Wang Xuan had already walked around her and continued walking forward, clearly not wanting to say anything more.

Zhang Chu quickly pulled Lu Linglong, who was still in a daze, and whispered:

"Follow them first, we'll talk about it when we get back to the Celestial Master's Mansion!"

The two exchanged a glance, suppressing the myriad questions in their hearts, and quickly followed behind the mysterious and powerful young man in white.

Under the moonlight, Wang Xuan carried Lu Jin on his back, walking unhurriedly, as if the conflict that had just instantly suppressed Quanxing had never happened.

Chapter 58 The Crying Master Lu

The next day, the morning sunlight streamed gently through the window lattices into the side rooms of the Celestial Master's Mansion, dispelling the chill of the night and bringing a sense of tranquility and peace.

After the uproar and chaos of the Quanxing sect's attack on Longhu Mountain last night, Longhu Mountain has finally returned to peace.

A faint smell of blood and the scorching heat of clashing Qi still lingered in the air, but the main fighting had ceased.

This time, due to Wang Xuan's intervention, the plot took a huge turn.

The most crucial point is that Tian Jinzhong's hands and feet have been healed by Wang Xuan.

He is no longer that fragile, helpless old man who needs constant care, but a true top-tier superhuman of the older generation who has recovered some of his fighting power!

This dealt a devastating blow to Gong Qing's plans from the very beginning.

He had originally planned that even if Old Tian's hands and feet recovered, he would only have been fully recovered for a few days.

They would certainly be unable to adapt and exert their full strength. With his and Lü Liang's abilities, they would still have a high chance of succeeding in a sneak attack and uncovering the secret that Old Tian had guarded for decades.

However, he seriously miscalculated.

When he and Lü Liang sneaked into Tian Lao's room under the cover of night and in the chaos, attempting to subdue Tian Lao with the Minghun Technique, what awaited them was Tian Lao's earth-shattering counterattack, fueled by decades of accumulated anger and humiliation!

A strong person with an iron will, even if bedridden for decades, once regaining the ability to move, the power they unleash is far beyond what Gong Qing and Lü Liang, these two juniors, can imagine!

If it weren't for the fact that Elder Tian was still recovering from serious injuries and had a sliver of kindness that prevented him from killing them, these two would probably have been killed on the spot!

In the end, Gong Qing and Lü Liang could only flee Longhu Mountain in a sorry state, covered in wounds and filled with utter terror. Their plan to steal Elder Tian's memories had completely failed.

The Quanxing sect suffered heavy losses and was severely weakened in this attack on the mountain. Dou Mei, Gao Ning, and Shen Chong, three of the Four Madmen, were all killed by Wang Xuan. Only Xia He, who had the foresight to escape with Zhang Lingyu, managed to avoid defeat.

In addition, a large number of Quanxing gang members who went up the mountain to cause trouble were captured or defeated by the timely response of employees of Nadutong Company and Taoist priests of Tianshi Mansion.

It is easy to imagine the immense pressure and punishment that Gong Qing, as the main planner and leader of this operation, will face upon returning to Quanxing. His position as acting leader is likely to come to an end.

These external disturbances and purges have not yet reached the depths of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

Inside the room, Lu Jin slowly opened her eyes.

The initial confusion quickly faded as he looked around the familiar guest room.

Memories of last night flooded my mind like a tidal wave—Yuan Tao's provocation, the siege of the Four Madmen, the torment of the Twelve Labors Formation, the heart-wrenching pain and illusions, and... that white figure that seemed like a celestial being descended to earth!

He suddenly raised his hand and saw the carefully bandaged wound on his right index finger.

The excruciating pain from his self-harm still seemed to haunt him, serving as a stark reminder that what he had witnessed the previous night was not an illusion.

"Last night... I think I... saw... Master?"

Lu Jin murmured to himself, his aged hands trembling slightly, a surge of indescribable bittersweet emotion welling up in his heart.

That pure, almost ethereal state of rebirth, that familiar yet strange profile...

Just then, the door to the side room was gently pushed open with a soft creak.

Lu Linglong carefully poked her head in, carrying a basin of clean water and a clean towel.

When she saw that Lu Jin had already sat up and was staring blankly at his fingers, she exclaimed in surprise:

"Grandpa! You're awake?!"

She hurried to the bedside, placed the basin on the shelf beside it, and looked Lu Jin up and down with concern:

"How are you feeling? Is there anything else that's bothering you? You scared me to death yesterday!"

"Hmm? Linglong?"

Lu Jin snapped out of her daze and subconsciously rubbed the back of her neck, feeling a sharp pain there.

"I'm fine... it's just my neck, it feels like I've been hit with a stick..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Linglong's face flashed with embarrassment and guilt.

Last night, after Wang Xuan carried Lu Jin back to the Celestial Master's Mansion, she and Zhang Chulan followed closely behind.

From Wang Xuan's brief narration, she roughly understood what had happened—her great-grandfather had been knocked unconscious by the mysterious senior Wang Xuan with a chop to the neck due to excessive emotional excitement, and was then brought back to recuperate.

She finally learned about Wang Xuan's identity, as well as his complex and subtle relationship with her great-grandfather and the Sanyi Sect—they all came from the same source.

This filled her with curiosity and awe towards Wang Xuan.

Lu Jin, having weathered many storms, quickly regained his composure. He threw back the covers and prepared to get out of bed, his tone urgent:

"No, I have to go find that old fox Zhang Zhiwei and get to the bottom of this! What exactly happened last night?! That young man..."

He is now filled with questions and urgently needs to find an experienced master to get some answers.

Seeing this, Lu Linglong knew she couldn't stop them, so she quickly stepped forward to help them up.

"Grandpa, please slow down! I'll go with you. The Celestial Master and Senior Wang Xuan should be in the main hall."

Lu Jin caught the name, paused, and looked at Lu Linglong.

"It's...it's the senior in white who saved you yesterday."

Lu Linglong explained.

"He's the one who brought you back."

Lu Jin's eyes flickered as he silently memorized the name. Without saying another word, he quickly walked towards the main hall of the Celestial Master's Mansion with Lu Linglong's support.

Passing through the corridors, we arrived at the solemn and majestic main hall. Before even entering, we could hear two voices conversing inside.

A voice, old and gentle, with a hint of teasing, came from Zhang Zhiwei, the old master.

The other voice was calm and composed, sounding very young, yet possessing a serene demeanor.

Lu Jin's heart stirred, and he quickened his pace to enter the main hall.

Inside the main hall, the morning light streamed through the tall doors and windows, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

The old Taoist master Zhang Zhiwei, dressed in a Taoist robe, stood side by side with a young man in a plain white robe, with a tall and upright posture.

The young man stood with his back to the palace gate, dressed in white, his hair as black as ink. Even just his back view exuded a pure, otherworldly, and extraordinary aura, blending strangely harmoniously with the ancient surroundings.

If it wasn't the same figure from last night, then who was it?

The old Celestial Master was the first to spot Lu Jin entering, and a bright, obviously mocking smile immediately appeared on his face as he raised his voice:

"Hey! Isn't this our crybaby, Mr. Lu? What's wrong? Are you awake? Does your neck still hurt?"

Wang Xuan, who was standing next to him, slowly turned around upon hearing this.

The morning light shone on his face, his handsome features calm and undisturbed, his deep eyes like an ancient, cold pool, looking at Lu Jin, who had just entered the hall and whose expression had instantly become incredibly complex.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

Chapter 59 The Greatest Blessing bestowed upon the Trinity Sect by Heaven

Lu Jin's gaze met Wang Xuan's calm eyes. For a moment, the old master's teasing, the great-granddaughter's worries, and even the lingering sounds of morning bells and evening drums seemed to be shut out.

He looked at the white-clad youth standing side by side with the old Taoist master Zhang Zhiwei, whose robes fluttered in the wind.

The morning light streamed through the high windows, gilding them with a soft golden edge and outlining a transcendent silhouette.

This scene, like a wedge, suddenly opened the most cherished and most painful treasure box in Lu Jin's memory.

In a fleeting moment of daze, time seemed to flow backward.

Decades ago, in the grand mansion of the Lu family, where the atmosphere was lively and guests were numerous, his mentor, Zuo Ruotong, was a man of integrity and elegance, like a celestial being descended to earth.

He often stood side by side with the previous generation's Celestial Master, Zhang Jingqing.

One was the leader of the Sanyi Sect, who possessed the ability to defy fate and reach the heavens; the other was the head of Longhu Mountain, the leader of the Zhengyi Sect.

Two of the world's greatest talents, one still and the other dynamic, one as aloof as jade and the other as majestic as a mountain, discussed philosophy and metaphysics with ease, exchanging sharp words and debating existence and non-existence.

He, like Zhang Zhiwei, a young and ambitious man who was already a leader among his peers, could only stand by with immense respect and longing, his heart filled with yearning and pursuit of that profound and lofty realm.

Those were the brightest and most carefree times of his life, yet they also became the source of eternal regret and pain.

Thinking of this, he felt a slight pain in his face again. As for the reason, those who know, know!

"You stubborn old man! Who are you calling a crybaby?!"

Lu Jin was suddenly jolted awake from his reverie, his face flushing with an unusual heat. He quickly tried to cover up his momentary lapse and turbulent emotions by angrily cursing the old master, especially trying to dispel that damned "slap illusion."