Rewrite My Fate to Become the Daoist Ancestor

Sect Leader Senior Brother?

Such a powerful young girl has a sect backing her? Who could have taught them?

Is there really an Immortal in this world? Is this why His Majesty insists on coming here despite his busy affairs? Is there an Immortal here?!

Everyone present was shocked in their hearts.

Upon hearing this, Chu Yu’s eyes lit up,

there’s only one sect here, the ’Cyan Mountain’.

The Sect Leader Senior Brother in the girl’s mouth must be that Immortal—Ning Xunqiu.

He secretly observed the girl.

The young girl in front of him had clear, innocent eyes, apparently inexperienced with the world, fair skin, simple clothing, about ten years old, slender and delicate, yet the eight hundred Armored Warriors couldn’t stop her.

Who could contend with such a person stepping out into the world?

Chu Yu took a deep breath, beginning to ponder his words carefully.

"This little sir, if you have any requests, please make them, but do not harm His Majesty," Chen Zhong, his face pale, held his chest and stepped forward to persuade, his voice trembling slightly.

That was fear, mingled with respect.

This was a martial arts powerhouse who could take on an army single-handedly.

"I only want my sheep," the girl said.

"Hurry and gather the young girl’s sheep," Chu Yu ordered the soldiers.

Soon, the soldiers gathered the scattered sheep, but some goats had perished in the recent chaos.

The girl looked at the goats, frowning slightly, feeling a pinch of heartache. She had used quite a few of the Sect Leader Senior Brother’s "Wasted Pills" on these goats; the meat was delicious, nourishing, and a rare delicacy.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have raised them herself.

"It’s all a misunderstanding." Chu Yu introduced himself, "I... I am Chu Yu, the king of Yu Country, also a Cyan Mountain disciple, perhaps your senior brother."

"Senior Brother?" The girl paused, stared at Chu Yu for a while, and then shook her head, "I’ve never seen you on the mountain, you’re lying to Ah Qing."

So, her name is Ah Qing... Chu Yu said, "Ah Qing, take me to see Ning Xunqiu, and naturally, you will know my identity."

"You know the name of the Sect Leader Senior Brother."

Ah Qing tilted her head in thought for a moment, then withdrew the bamboo stick from Chu Yu’s forehead, warning him,

"Don’t think about escaping, with your mediocre skills, you can’t escape, and they can’t protect you."

"I wouldn’t dare."

Chu Yu barely stood up and ordered, "Chen Zhong, come with me, everyone else stay here."

Ah Qing slowly herded the goats, ascending the mountain path at a leisurely pace. Behind her, Chen Zhong supported Chu Yu, both of them visibly weakened with their Inner Strength greatly reduced.

Ahead, in a clearing before the main hall of White Cloud Peak, someone was practicing swordsmanship, enveloped in purple Qi. A sudden gust of wind arose, and fallen leaves coalesced without scattering, creating an impressive scene.

Another figure above the level of a Grandmaster... Chu Yu and Chen Zhong witnessed this, their hearts filled with awe.

The power and display of this sword technique far exceeded the "Spirit Sword" wielded by Ah Qing.

"Senior Brother Zhao." Ah Qing called out from afar to the person practicing swordsmanship, "Ah Qing caught a sheep thief at the foot of the mountain, he claims to be a Cyan Mountain disciple too."

Hearing this, Chu Yu looked a bit embarrassed.

"Sheep thief?"

Zhao Ping turned his head, his gaze falling on Chu Yu, seeing his disheveled hair, pale face, and labored breathing, as if he had just been through a serious illness, he asked with confusion,

"Chu Senior Brother? Who beat you up?"

He immediately stepped forward, took out a brown pill, and gave it to Chu Yu to take, then thought for a moment and gave another to Chen Zhong.

The pill worked instantly.

Chu Yu’s face immediately flushed, feeling a significant rise in Inner Qi, his eyes widened, "When did our sect have such Treasure Pills?"

Chen Zhong, standing beside, also took the pill and felt the change in his Inner Qi, he gasped in surprise.

For a Martial Artist, a great medicine beneficial for the Inner Qi Realm like that, this pill was a treasure worth a thousand gold, capable of causing Third Realm Martial Artists to fight desperately over it.

The effect was indeed no less than the "Great Rejuvenation Pill" of Yunlan Sect in Qi Country.

The main thing is.

Such a "Treasure Pill" was used for minor injuries, and seeing the attitude of these Cyan Mountain disciples towards this Treasure Pill, even a retainer got a share, so it seems it wasn’t something rare.

If one cultivated Inner Qi and had this Treasure Pill every day, reaching Grand Circulation in Inner Qi by twenty and becoming a Grandmaster wouldn’t be out of reach.

"Oh, the Sect Leader Senior Brother has been obsessed with alchemy the last couple of years, he fiddles with these, it’s not unusual," Zhao Ping casually replied.

Fiddling? Can you fiddle out a Treasure Pill?

Chu Yu and Chen Zhong slightly twitched their mouths.

"Ahem, does Senior Brother have a share of this Treasure Pill?" Chu Yu blurted out.

Zhao Ping hesitated for a moment.

"There are some left after Ah Qing fed the sheep, do you want some?"

Ah Qing glanced at the two, the "Treasure Pills" Zhao Ping gave were what she used to feed the sheep, the Sect Leader Senior Brother had instructed these Wasted Pills were for livestock, not for consumption, she was very obedient.

Since Chu Yu was indeed a Cyan Mountain disciple, if he wanted, she’d give him some.

"Feed the sheep?" Chu Yu paused.

Zhao Ping coughed, quickly changing the topic, "Chu Senior Brother, do you have any important matters this time up Cyan Mountain?"

"I came to find the Sect Leader Junior Brother, where is he now? Golden Summit or Purple Mist Peak?" Chu Yu said, intending to head to the back of the White Cloud Hall to find Ning Xunqiu. His urgency arose naturally from seeing the hope of Yu Country’s revival.

Just with Ning Xunqiu’s support of some "Treasure Pills", coupled with Ah Qing and Junior Brother Zhao Ping coming down the mountain to assist him, he had confidence in extending Yu Country’s era by several decades.

"Chu Senior Brother, stop." Zhao Ping reached out to block him, then turned and called out to Ah Qing who stood to the side, "Ah Qing, could you notify the Sect Leader Senior Brother?"

Ah Qing nodded in agreement, her figure blurred, transforming into a green shadow that swiftly vanished from sight.

"Such impressive Qinggong!" Chu Yu praised.

He turned to look at Zhao Ping, whom he had met a few times before his master descended the mountain, a mere eight-year-old child just beginning to practice martial arts, and now, three years later, he was already a Grandmaster.

"Your sword technique is extraordinary; it shouldn’t be the Cyan Mountain Transmission ’Seventy-two Paths Cross Sword Technique’." He curiously inquired.

Zhao Ping nodded, "The ’Seven Swords of Cross and Vertical’ created by the Sect Leader Senior Brother, I only managed to grasp one sword due to my dull aptitude, just barely entering."

"Entering?!" Chen Zhong was shocked, "Your sword technique is only considered entry-level? Entry-level has such power?"

"So Ah Qing Junior Sister has also learned one sword? At such a young age, with just a bamboo stick, she could break through the army..." Chu Yu gently touched the scar on his forehead, recalling the spiritual bamboo stick of Ah Qing.

This sword technique, even at entry-level, could produce Grandmasters; if one built an army with it... Eight hundred Grandmasters would be invincible across the land.

Zhao Ping suddenly realized, pointing at the mark on Chu Yu’s forehead, "So, Senior Brother, you were hit by Ah Qing here, huh?"

"That’s not the point."

Chu Yu frowned, then showed a look of disbelief, "The point is, Ah Qing, by herself holding a bamboo stick, charged into the eight hundred Forbidden Army, knocked over more than a dozen Inner Qi Realm Martial Artists with a few strikes, and captured me."

"That’s quite normal." Zhao Ping reacted calmly, "Ah Qing realized the True Intent of the ’Spirit Sword’ while playing in the mountains, let alone you, even if I fought with Ah Qing, it would be several days before I could get off the ground."

Among Ah Qing, Zhang Han, and himself, he had the worst talent.

Chu Yu was speechless.

"Is this normal?" Chen Zhong asked weakly.

During their conversation, a strong medicinal aroma suddenly filled the air, as if alive, it seeped into every pore, making them involuntarily inhale the fragrance.

Chu Yu and Chen Zhong looked up, filled with amazement, seeing a figure walking from the sky, each step in the void stirred ripples...

This... Is this walking on air?

Plus the unique fragrance upon entering, is there truly an Immortal in the world! And right before their eyes!

Chu Yu was excited, being a Cyan Mountain disciple himself, a sense of sect pride welled up, he straightened his clothes, putting on a smile, and approached.

Ning Xunqiu descended, his eyes turning to Chu Yu.

"Who hit you?"

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