Guo Dong said, "I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to act recklessly in the outside world by relying on my reputation. It looks like it's inappropriate to keep it a secret from you, which makes you have such a ridiculous idea. I'll make it clear to you today that you are the disciple of I, Shui Yue Nunnery, not a free-traveling practitioner. If any sect wants to take you as their disciple in the future, you can just beat them away."
He Zhan had gradually recovered from the initial shock. Hearing this, he felt a bit upset, wondering what she meant by "don't act recklessly in the outside world by relying on your reputation". He didn't know that he had a relative who was an important figure in the Cultivation circle. More importantly, he still didn't know who this aunt of his was until now.
At the moment, he wanted to know something. As he was about to ask, he was stopped by Guo Dong, "Don't ask me about your parents. It's because I don't want to think about it, and I don't want to talk about it. At least for now, I gave you to Junior Master Lanxi to raise after you were born. You can treat her as your mother."
The Lanxi Nun was a famous and highly achieved practitioner of the previous generation in Shui Yue Nunnery, but she suddenly disappeared a few decades ago. It turned out that she went to raise a child.
Thinking of the old nun who had taught and raised him, He Zhan felt warm in his heart, so he didn't ask any more questions. Yet, he grew more curious.
This aunt of his was actually a senior master of the Lanxi Nun, which meant that she had a similar status as the Chief Nun of Shui Yue Nunnery.
Guo Dong walked toward the outside of the melon shed.
He Zhan caught up with her hastily, asking, "Aunt, what is the piece of yarn you gave me when I was little?"
"The Huanxi Yarn," Guo Dong replied.
He Zhan asked, "What about the dragon bone? Is it useful to drink it in the wine? "
"Only an idiot would use it that way," Guo Dong said.
He Zhan rubbed his nose embarrassedly, saying, "I had many magic pills at the time, so I didn't think of making them."
Thinking of something, Guo Dong said to him, "You should break through the Jade Gate this year. Remember to take the Three-Marrow Pill with the strong wine; it's the most effective."
He Zhan felt even more embarrassed and said, "A few years ago, I was a bit short on money, so I … sold that box of medicinal pills."
Guo Dong looked at him in Silence, saying, "The orthodox sects would know the origin of the medicine box the moment they saw it, but you wouldn't sell it to the small sects. I'm curious who would dare buy your medicine."
He Zhan hesitated for a moment before saying, "A young girl from the Platanus Sect."
Thinking of the scene she saw at the chess tournament of the Plum Meeting, Guo Dong reminded him, "She is much younger than you."
After saying this, she stepped into the air and quickly disappeared into the morning light.
Looking at the sky dyed red by the morning glow, He Zhan was silent for a long time, and then he sighed.
"Even if you're not satisfied with this nephew of yours, you're being a bit too cold, aren't you? Let's not talk about anything else. Can't you just give me another Three Marrow Pill?"
He grew up in the nunnery. He lived alone after the death of the old nun. Though he wasn't lonely, he was indeed like a duckweed. He suddenly found that he had a relative today, and it turned out that he had a background. The world in front of him had changed, and the scorching sunlight was so warm. Then, he thought of what Guo Dong said, feeling it was a bit strange. Was he the personal disciple of Shui Yue Nunnery from now on? Weren't all the disciples of Shui Yue Nunnery female? And what kind of a person was my aunt?
By now he was certain that his aunt was an important figure in the Cultivation circle, just as Tong Yan had predicted.
Thinking of this, he suddenly had a strong impulse.
It was the same feeling that the son of Duke Lu had when he found out that his family's backer was the Immortal Jingyang.
Who else could it be?
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It was still not hot in White Town in the late spring and early summer.
Compared to a few years ago, the snowline had retreated one hundred miles to the north. The fields were covered with scattered green grass, but the wheat, melons and vegetables still couldn't grow. The loofah wasn't among the crops and vegetables sent by Juye City.
Guo Dong walked to the front of the small temple, but she didn't enter it. She turned around and sat on the doorsill, looking at the fields in the north. She took out a cucumber from her sleeve and took two bites.
That deep and feeble voice rang out behind her, "It turns out that you have been training these young people. Do you want them to become like me?"
Guo Dong didn't turn around, saying, "It's a difficult thing to become a Saint. It's your capability that you can do it; it has nothing to do with me."
"Who do you think will be the best then?" asked the voice.
Guo Dong said, "It's beyond my expectation that the principal disciple of the Aoyama Sect is Guo Nanshan, who knows his place well. It's also beyond my expectation that Lo Huainan lost her Dao Heart. Tong Yan is too proud and aloof, so she is not suitable to be a leader. And Bai Zao, whom I thought was the best, is a bit weak and can't withstand the hardships. It's a pity that she has encountered a barrier recently, and I'm afraid she won't be able to overcome it."
The voice said sentimentally, "If you don't know the cause, how can you overcome it? Love is always like this."
After a moment of silence, Guo Dong said, "I've seen Zhao Layue, and I'm quite satisfied with her. Unfortunately, she has gone to the Shenmo Peak, and it's hard for her to get rid of the influence left by Jingyang."
"Why do you care about it so much?" asked the voice.
Pointing at the deep part of the snowland with the cucumber, Guo Dong said, "Back when I wanted to kill that person in the Snowy Kingdom, I traveled all over Chaotian to persuade various sects to help me. In the end, only one and a half people were willing to help me. You are one, and Mister Pei is half. I realized at the time that people like us are the odd ones in the Cultivation world, and the odd ones are the minority, so we can't change too many things. We need more people with the same goal, which is why I want to guide them when they are young, hoping that they will be less corrupted. "
The voice sighed, "When the young people grow old, they will become old people; it's impossible for them to remain the same young people."
"What you said makes sense," said Guo Dong, "but I have to give it a try."
The voice said, "I know you have the time, but you are still too impatient."
Guo Dong said in a slightly mocking tone, "You should be aware that everybody is impatient now."
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The collapsed cliffs outside Haizhou City were like horrible wounds on the ground, with rocks and broken trees everywhere; it was impossible to stand on them.
The scene in the ocean was even more terrifying. The rocks were everywhere, the shorter ones submerged in the white foam, and the taller ones pointed to the sky like sharp swords.
It was the same for the area of the surface of the ocean with a radius of ten square miles, extending to the deep part of the ocean and connecting with the famous chaotic rocks.
These rocks had been high up in the sky, and they were a part of the floating mountain enshrouded by the white clouds.
That night, the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean cut the Cloud Platform in half with his sword, and the floating mountain fell down from the sky. If Yimaozhai and a few other swordsmen hadn't joined hands to help, it would have caused a strong earthquake, and the populace in Haizhou would have suffered great casualties.
There were still many bloodstains among the chaotic rocks and the rubble, but it was unclear if they were from the Cultivation practitioners who had participated in the battle that night or from the severely wounded flying whale.
Standing by the broken cliff and looking at the scene in front of him, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect rubbed his nose reflexively, making it redder.
His line of sight followed the chaotic rocks on the surface of the ocean to the distance. When he saw the patch of chaotic rocks, he suddenly had a conjecture: Was it possible that there had been a floating mountain by the West Ocean many years ago, and it had been shot down by a powerful swordsman at that time?
Even if this conjecture was true, it must have happened tens of thousands of years ago since he didn't even know about it.
In Chaotian, only a few sects such as the Aoyama Sect and the Zhongzhou School had records of it.
He turned to the young man by his side, intending to ask him if he had heard of this matter; but he was taken aback by what he saw.
Yin San stood by the edge of the cliff with his hands folded behind his back, letting the ocean wind blow over his face. His eyes showed a joyful and relaxed expression, as if he had drunk alcohol.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect said, "It looks like everything is going as you wished."
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