Fairy, please don't do this!

Gu Jinzhao was prepared and responded gently, "Ling'er said that when the cold poison flared up and you were on the verge of death, an old man saved you."

"Seeing that you have extraordinary potential, he took you as his disciple and taught you the methods of cultivation."

He paused, then continued, "If they ask for details, just say he is like a raging fire, his appearance is unclear, and he calls himself 'True Lord of Fire Virtue'."

"When I was teaching you cultivation, I once cleaved through the void with a single sword and took you to travel the world."

The Fire Virtue True Lord was obviously a fake; it was all to create a powerful master for Luo Ling'er.

The mere description of "splitting the void with a single sword" was enough to instill awe in them, preventing them from harboring any wicked thoughts towards it.

After all, a sword cultivator who can achieve this level must be at least a second-grade Dao-seeking realm cultivator.

Such an existence is definitely not something the Luo family can afford to provoke.

Night is falling!

After eating and drinking her fill, Luo Ling'er picked up her longsword and began practicing the "Luo Qian Sword Technique".

The sword light shimmered in the moonlight, like frost and snow.

Gu Jinchao looked at his little apprentice's focused figure as he practiced swordsmanship, a tender smile appearing on his face.

Actually, he didn't want Luo Ling'er to take this risk.

But as she survived the cold poison time and time again, and her complexion improved, suspicion was bound to arise sooner or later.

Especially the matriarch of the Luo family who caused the death of Luo Ling'er's mother.

She will not let this child live.

Since it will be exposed sooner or later, let's take advantage of this competition to win the championship and steal the soul tablet from the ancestral temple.

At that time, the sky will be high and the sea wide, allowing them to soar freely.

……

Inside the Dao Realm Library.

A graceful figure with snow-white hair, dressed in a plain white Taoist robe, sat at the desk, calmly flipping through the ancient book in her hands.

Another elegant woman, also dressed in a Taoist robe, stepped forward, glanced at the mountain of books, and immediately looked puzzled: "What is Master looking for?"

Gong Lingyun gave her most of the ancient books and whispered, "Find the True Yang Sword Palace!"

Mu Yiren also sat down and asked in confusion, "The True Yang Sword Palace was destroyed in ancient times. Why is Master looking for this force?"

Gong Lingyun said calmly, "Find a sword!"

"What sword?"

"Red Sky!"

Upon hearing this, Mu Yiren was stunned.

Noticing her unusual behavior, Gong Lingyun raised her eyes slightly: "What's wrong?"

Mu Yiren hesitated for a moment before asking, "Why does Master want to find this sword?"

Gong Lingyun didn't explain further, only saying, "This sword might be related to your grandmaster."

She had long suspected that her master was not a sword spirit.

The sword spirit was born from the immortal sword, while the [Xuanming] left by the mother was only a semi-immortal artifact.

But why is the master inside the sword?

Is it because [Xuanming] is different?

Or is there something else?

Therefore, Gong Lingyun returned to Yunyan Mountain and Sea and found relevant clues in the old Gong family residence where her mother lived.

【Xuanming】is a family heirloom of the Gong family.

In ancient times, the first head of the Gong family was a sword-forging boy for the Sword Ancestor, who helped forge a celestial sword called "Liangyi".

With this sword, the Sword Ancestor established the tradition of the Sword Way.

Later, in order to become an immortal, he opened the Heavenly Gate with his sword.

No one knows what the final outcome will be.

Even the ancestor of the Gong family, who was the sword-forging boy, did not know whether the Sword Ancestor had ascended to immortality or perished in the process.

But on that day, the world lost its color, and lightning flashed and thunder roared.

A broken sword came from the sky, returned to the forging furnace, and emitted mournful cries.

The ancestor of the Gong family recognized it at a glance as the [Two Elements] Immortal Sword, but for some reason it broke into two pieces, and the sword spirit was completely destroyed.

In his quest to find the Sword Ancestor, he traveled the world, solely to retrieve the other part of the Zhiyang Sword and reforge the [Two Elements].

Gong Lingyun speculated that the master in [Xuanming] was not a sword spirit, but the other half of the [Liangyi] Immortal Sword.

Therefore, they checked the ownership of all the semi-immortal artifacts in the Dao Realm.

Then, she discovered that the origin of the [Crimson Sky] sword in the True Yang Sword Palace was a mystery, and that it was also an extremely yang sword.

She had intended to follow this clue to continue investigating her master's whereabouts, but she never expected that the True Yang Sword Palace had already been destroyed.

Seeing how concerned her master was, Mu Yiren remained silent for a moment before finally speaking frankly: "This disciple knows who has this sword!"

Gong Lingyun's previously calm gaze suddenly rippled: "In whose hands is it?"

Mu Yiren recounted: "Gu Jinzhao told me that when he was guiding his junior sister Lin Qingci back to the sect, he entered a secret realm left by the Zhenyang Sword Palace, from which he obtained the Zhenyang Sword Manual, a legacy of the Sword Palace, as well as a semi-immortal weapon."

She believed that her master would not harm her fiancé, much less take away his semi-divine artifact, which is why she told him the truth.

Gong Lingyun was slightly taken aback: "He is the Lord of the Crimson Sky?"

She had given Gu Jinzhao some pointers and knew that he practiced the Supreme Yang Sword Technique.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the True Yang Sword Manual of the True Yang Sword Palace.

Thinking that Gu Jinzhao's roast chicken tasted extremely similar to his master's, Gong Lingyun was somewhat dazed.

Could it be that he really has some connection with his master?

Chapter 388, Gong Lingyun is disappointed again! (3K)

There are two days left until the Desert Hunting Ceremony.

Mu Yiren arrived in the Northern Border, accompanied by Gong Lingyun.

At this moment, in the small pavilion in the backyard.

Mu Yiren wore a plain white Taoist robe, her clothes as white as snow, and her black hair was simply tied up with a wooden hairpin.

She sat upright on the stone bench, her expression cold and aloof, yet a faint smile played on her lips.

Lin Qingci, on the other hand, wore a green dress, as elegant and graceful as bamboo and orchid.

She sat quietly opposite Mu Yiren and pushed a cup of fragrant tea in front of her: "The wind is cold in the North, Sister Mu, have a cup of fragrant pine tea from the North to warm yourself up."

Mu Yiren picked up the teacup and took a small sip: "Sister is indeed very considerate, but the tea is not cooked properly."

"The crispness of the cedar didn't come out; all that remained was a bitter taste..."

Upon hearing this, Gu Jinzhao's expression immediately turned strange.

These seemingly poisonous words made him realize instantly that his initial anger had subsided, and it was now Xiao happy's turn to take over with her sharp tongue.

Lin Qingci was also taken aback, but there was no annoyance on her face. Instead, she looked at Gu Jinchao and asked, "What do you think of this tea, Senior Brother?"

Why is the fire on me again?

Gu Jinchao thought to himself, but on the surface he smiled gently, picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"The water in the north is hard, and cedar leaves are more resistant to brewing than tea leaves in the south, so it is indeed difficult to control the heat."

"Junior Sister, you've done quite well to reach this level since you've just arrived in the Northern Territory."

These words were spoken in a balanced and appropriate manner, neither offending Mu Yiren nor embarrassing Lin Qingci.

Mu Yiren's gaze swept across her fiancé's face, and she said with a half-smile, "You know how to talk, you don't offend either side."

"But when it comes to being a person, sometimes being too smooth can make you seem hypocritical."

Gu Jinzhao was suddenly stung, and his face stiffened as he said, "Sister Yiren is joking."

"Those who cultivate themselves only need to have a clear conscience; why should they care about what others say?"

“Brother-in-law is right!” The big loli next to her immediately raised her head and agreed, “Just like how my senior sister often says that Red Bean is lazy, Red Bean doesn’t care.”

She has been "bullied" by Mu Yiren quite a bit during this period.

Having finally escaped the clutches of evil, they naturally had to retaliate.

Mu Yiren glanced at her: "So you're still stuck at the seventh rank and can't catch up with me!"

Hongdou felt no shame whatsoever; on the contrary, she looked proud: "That's the cultivation level I achieved through hard work!"

Mu Yiren said indifferently, "Eat your fill and sleep, sleep your fill and eat, you're practically as lazy as a pig, how can you talk about rigorous cultivation?"

Hongdou puffed out her cheeks and said with great dissatisfaction, "Don't I often spar with my senior sister?"

Mu Yiren's lips curled slightly: "Then let's have a sparring session later!"

Red Bean immediately lowered her head, picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into her rosy little mouth, chewing as she said, "This cedar cake is so delicious, Little Fox, what do you think?"

The calico cat, who was lying on the table eating pastries, pecked its head and said, "Delicious!"

Seeing that her junior sister was no longer responding, Mu Yiren turned to her rival in love: "Sister, you have been a disciple of Tantai Jianzheng for some time now, and it seems that you have made quite rapid progress in the Path of Destiny."

"Could you please tell me when I will be able to marry Gu Lang?"

Lin Qingci glanced at Gu Jinzhao casually and said in a low voice, "Qingci's attainments in the Dao of Destiny are still shallow, not even at the beginner level, how could she possibly calculate it?"

Seeing that she avoided answering, Mu Yiren turned to Gu Jinzhao and said, "Gu Lang, you also cultivate the Dao of Destiny. Could you please tell us a fortune about our marriage?"

Gu Jinzhao met the tender gaze of his childhood sweetheart and felt Lin Qingci's resentful stare, and felt a chill run down his spine.

Xiao Xi's sharp tongue is a master at starting fights; she can drag him into a chaotic situation in just a few words.

Just as he was caught in a dilemma, a clear and pleasant voice came: "I have something important to discuss with Fellow Daoist Gu in private."

Gu Jinzhao felt as if he had been granted a pardon and immediately stood up: "Senior Gong, you can just call me Jinzhao."

He smiled apologetically at Mu Yiren and Lin Qingci, then led Gong Lingyun quickly away from the backyard to a secluded pond.

The pool water was clear, reflecting the vast sky of the North.

Several koi carp swam in the pond, creating ripples.

Having left the stone pavilion, where open and covert struggles took place, Gu Jinzhao finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Senior Gong, what do you wish to ask?"

Gong Lingyun's gaze fell on him: "Yiren told me that you once inherited the True Yang Sword Palace and a semi-immortal weapon called [Crimson Sky]."

Gu Jinzhao was slightly taken aback, then nodded: "That's right."

Gong Lingyun asked, "Could I borrow Chixiao for a look?"

"Of course!"

Without hesitation, Gu Jinzhao slowly took out the Crimson Cloud from the Earthly Branches Mirror and handed it over.

Gong Lingyun took the sword, her slender white fingers gently stroking the scabbard before slowly drawing it out.

Zheng—

The sword rang out clearly and melodiously, like a dragon emerging from the abyss.

The sword is crimson like blood, with hidden dragon patterns flowing around it. Its sharpness is restrained, yet it possesses a majestic aura.

Gong Lingyun examined it closely, her delicate brows gradually furrowing: "How did you obtain this sword?"

This [Crimson Sky] sword shines brightly, as if it were newly forged, completely different from the rusty [Mysterious Darkness] sword, and they don't seem to be the same sword at all.

Most importantly, the [Mysterious Netherworld] in her hand did not resonate at all.

Of course, it is also possible that the loss of contact was due to the demise of the sword spirit.

But surely there must be some reaction at all?

Gu Jinzhao embellished his previous experience and recounted it in detail: "By chance, I entered a secret realm left behind by the True Yang Sword Palace."