Daoist Sect, Wenda Peak.

The Sect Leader Xiang Yan was sitting on a mat inside the room, attempting a breakthrough.

As the Sect Leader of the Daoist Sect, he had many responsibilities, and the time he could dedicate to cultivation was always compressed, resulting in little progress over the years.

However, due to the Daoist Sect’s recent revival after the severe loss of primordial energy from the fifth floor of the Origin Spirit Realm, with many new talents emerging, he felt quite gratified as the Sect Leader.

Yet, ever since the Seventh Junior Sister received the Dao Ancestor’s inheritance and saw the precepts left by the Dao Ancestor, Xiang Yan suddenly felt the burden on his shoulders grow significantly heavier.

This fierce-looking bald man was actually a meticulous and extremely patient person.

But now, when he was alone, signs of endless anxiety occasionally surfaced on his face.

Xiang Yan realized he seemed to be getting more and more impatient, and somewhat eager for quick success.

The Daoist Sect has developed to this day for a thousand years.

Currently, it is a millennial enterprise resting on his shoulders.

If it were previous Sect Leaders, at least there would be the Junzi Temple’s Observatory Master to share the burden.

But now, the position of Junzi Temple’s Observatory Master has been vacant for many years, with no particularly suitable candidates.

Fortunately, the brothers and sisters are united and congenial, unlike other sects with factions and constant infighting.

The Four Great Sects are aware of each other’s situations. A piece of harmony, uniting as one, only the Daoist Sect stands alone.

When there are many people, avoiding conflicts and disputes, or preventing factions and cliques is quite rare.

After failing to break the bottleneck again, Xiang Yan opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath of foul air.

A trace of anxiety appeared on his face once again.

Due to his fierce appearance, a hint of irritation seems as if he is about to kill someone.

“Indeed, over the years, I’ve been somewhat unable to make time for cultivation, becoming too lax.”

The sudden emergence of Chu Huaixu did not alleviate Xiang Yan’s sense of crisis.

As the Sect Leader of the Daoist Sect, he never believed that all pressure should be placed on a young person.

The position of Sect Leader is both an honor and a responsibility.

And in the era of impending catastrophe, it represents the trust of the entire sect in him.

Today, with the rare loosening of the bottleneck, he closed his eyes once more for a final attempt at a realm breakthrough, then returned with no success.

Upon opening his eyes, the frustration on his brow grew heavier.

Then, suddenly, a gentle breeze inexplicably blew inside the room.

Xiang Yan’s eyes were full of astonishment as his pupils slightly trembled, glancing at his shoulder.

Even though his robe was spotless, it seemed as if an invisible hand gently brushed the dust off his shoulder, then patted him.

Xiang Yan seemed to vaguely hear the words the Law Enforcement Elder often said to him in the past.

The Law Enforcement Elder always followed the rules, even in private, addressing him as Sect Leader.

Only in this kind of situation would he say:

“Third Junior Brother, don’t pressure yourself too much.”

The breeze dissipated inside the room, and Xiang Yan’s hideously fierce face froze, his pupils trembling more intensely.

“Eldest Senior Brother!”

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In the Purple Bamboo Forest, a slender Daoist Nun sat high on a giant rock, facing the stone wall ahead, still confining herself.

“Rustle, rustle, rustle—.”

She heard the sound of bamboo leaves behind her.

A breeze blew through, caressing the Purple Bamboo Forest where the slender Daoist Nun was in seclusion.

The wind leisurely circled, seemingly wanting to take a good look at the place where the Seventh Junior Sister had long been.

During this self-confinement, Shen Man’s face always bore serenity.

At this moment, however, she suddenly opened her eyes, carrying endless astonishment in them.

She was an amnesiac brought up the mountain by her master, unaware of her origins.

Even the name Shen Man was given to her by a serendipitous suggestion from the Little Junior Sister.

Initially, everyone in the Junzi Temple hoped she would remember her past.

She actually didn’t know, nor did she understand, is the past really that important?

When the confusion appeared in the Daoist Nun’s eyes, the Eldest Senior Brother would occasionally gently pat her head, smiling, “If you can’t remember, just take your time, but can you eat a bit more next meal?”

He always felt the Seventh Junior Sister seemed like someone detached from the mortal world.

But this was too slender.

At this moment, facing the stone wall, the Daoist Nun’s eyes trembled slightly.

She only felt that when the breeze passed by, there was another gentle pat on her head.

The wooden hairpin she wore in her hair began to tremble uncontrollably, emitting waves of sword humming.

This normally stuttering spokesperson suddenly spoke exceptionally clearly:

“Eldest Senior Brother…”

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In a refined small courtyard, Chu Yinyin was practicing swordsmanship.

Just as she was about to stab forward, a breeze swept by.

This Daoist Sect high member, whose cultivation level and realm were the lowest, sensed an extremely familiar aura.

The old maiden was instantly stunned on the spot.

“E…Eldest Senior Brother?” she attempted to inquire.

Among the current generation of the Junzi Temple, Chu Yinyin disliked two people the most.

The first was Nangong Yue, because she envied this woman immensely, yet due to flaws in her cultivation technique, she always remained a little girl.

The second was Lu Pan.

Because he was the Eldest Senior Brother, and was responsible for disciplining everyone, which was his duty.

While the rest in the Daoist Sect were well-disciplined and obedient, even Li Chunsong, except for his gambling habit, stayed out of trouble.

Only Chu Yinyin was unruly and lawless.

She rarely admitted her mistakes and never changed.

Which is why Lu Pan was always the strictest with her.

To the extent that she often wondered if Lu Pan disliked her.

She was unwilling to break through her realm and deliberately suppressed it, and Lu Pan was also the one who discussed this matter with her the most.

But how could Chu Yinyin listen?

“It’s enough, the Sixth Realm is enough.” She would always respond this way with endless impatience: “Lu Pan, you’re the most nagging! Always lecturing me with a stern face!”

As everyone knows, the unruly little junior sister usually only calls out everyone’s names and rarely calls senior brother or senior sister.

At this moment, the gentle breeze was just swirling aside.

It didn’t brush past the girl’s shoulder to gently pat her shoulder.

It didn’t brush past the girl’s head to gently touch her head.

Lu Pan always knew that the little junior sister really disliked him.

Better not provoke her to anger and annoy her.

The breeze just circled around the courtyard, as if merely observing her was enough.

And when the wind drifted out of the courtyard, Chu Yinyin instinctively reached out.

But how can one catch the wind?

The girl took short strides, jogging forward to chase it.

Her face was full of surprise and bewilderment, mixed with some confusion, yet her heart instinctively tightened.

“Lu Pan?”

“Lu Pan!”

She stopped in her tracks and then couldn’t help but jog forward again, asking tentatively, her tone becoming more and more certain:

“Master brother?”

“Master brother!”

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The gentle breeze will always dissipate.

It went to every place in the Beyond the Mountain region.

It couldn’t bear to leave everything about the Daoist Sect, most reluctant of all to leave his junior brothers and sisters.

Everyone’s masters left early, so he, as the senior brother, was always a bit different from an ordinary senior brother.

On Hidden Spirit Mountain, a Broken Spear appeared.

It wasn’t placed at the top of Hidden Spirit Mountain but fell to the mid-mountain region.

Even though it was broken, it still held the rank of an Upper Grade Spiritual Artifact.

And the reason for the mid-mountain region having such a rare Upper Grade Spiritual Artifact is because of the personal choices of these predecessors.

They didn’t want an inheritor who was a peerless prodigy.

Just someone with a slightly ordinary fate connected to theirs.

And if one couldn’t even reach the mid-mountain, then a treasure too good would be a curse, not a blessing.

At this moment, one figure after another quickly climbed Hidden Spirit Mountain.

Xiang Yan and others reached the Broken Spear, all falling into silent contemplation.

Refusing to believe, Li Chunsong and Zhao Shuqi exchanged a glance and immediately used their Body Technique to descend the mountain rapidly, heading quickly to Junzi Temple to check if the master brother’s Life Token had shattered.

All the way, the betting hound kept rubbing his hands nervously.

He forced a dry smile at Zhao Shuqi and said, “Fifth brother, let’s have a bet… let’s bet one!”

“You know, I always lose when I gamble in my life.”

“Right? You know me!”

“I bet master brother, he…” As Li Chunsong’s rubbing grew faster and faster, his palms began to tremble slightly by the end.

He stopped halfway.

Because ever since Chu Huaixu went up the mountain, he started winning every bet.

For a moment, he didn’t know what to do, not knowing what to bet on.

“No… no more bets! Stop betting!” His voice was a bit choked, his throat very dry, and his heart held some fear.

The two soon arrived at the repository for Junzi Temple disciples’ Life Tokens.

Lu Pan’s Token was split in the middle, shattered to pieces.

“How did it shatter, how did it shatter.”

“Fifth brother, how did it shatter…”

Zhao Shuqi’s eyes kept widening, widening.

Those dark golden pupils began scanning around and he quickly dashed outside the room.

He seemed to have detected something, flying straight toward the direction of the Dao Bell in the temple, and began Transmitting to everyone.

Everyone gathered in front of the Dao Bell, no one speaking for a moment.

In just three breaths, suddenly Hongzhong sounded, the Dao Bell emitted two loud sounds.

“Dong——!”

“Dong——!”

Beside the Dao Bell, two golden characters began to appear.

——[Pine and Cypress].

Then, these two characters slowly dissipated, transformed into a stream of cyan airflow, merging into the heavens and earth.

The power of Pine and Cypress, drawn from the heaven and earth, now returned to it.

There was no more Pine and Cypress Dao Seal in the world.

A deathly silence, an ongoing silence.

But it was as if there were sounds around everyone’s ears.

The memories in everyone’s mind started to churn ceaselessly.

After a while, everyone’s gaze returned to Chu Yinyin, noticing her unusual state.

“Is it enough?”

“Is it really enough?”

“Chu Yinyin, your Sixth Realm… is it really… enough!!!?”

The Daoist Ten Elders, questioning their hearts.

This recognized most talented in this generation of Junzi Temple disciples, her aura gradually began to unbalance, and violent streams of air began to erupt around her!

She gently tapped her Elder Token and retrieved a bead emitting multicolored clouds from her Storage Token, instantly refining it into her body as auxiliary Heavenly and Earthly Treasures.

Then, not even needing to sit cross-legged, she merely slowly closed her eyes.

She had said countless times before: Believe it or not, I’ll make a Realm Breakthrough for you to see.

And the realm she had suppressed for years, naturally, was easily broken through like this.

Her body, at a visible rate, became even more youthful, and she shrank a bit.

On this day, little junior sister Chu Yinyin entered the Seventh Realm.

“Master brother, I listened to you, I listened to all of your words, I’ve made the breakthrough.”

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