Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

Shenxuanzong.

The inner court.

Somewhere in a quiet courtyard.

Wang Teng, wearing thin clothes, walked out of the room, looked at the top-grade spirit stone in his hand, glanced at Cui Ling, the naked woman lying on the bed, with a hint of disgust in his eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party was Nalan Xue's maid and had a Mahayana magic weapon, he would never become a dual cultivation partner with her.

It has to be said that Nalan Xue really cared about this woman, otherwise, she would not have given them a Mahayana magic weapon when they became a dual cultivation partner.

"Ye Qian'an, you didn't expect that I have already reached the Mahayana realm, but my strength will break through in the future. I will definitely make you pay a heavy price!"

Wang Teng hated Ye Qian'an to the core, and that was why he and Cui Ling became a dual cultivation partner.

Otherwise, he wouldn't bother to be with someone he's tired of playing with.

Wang Teng exhaled a breath of hot air and slowly walked to the pavilion to sit down. He was just about to reach out to pour a cup of tea and take a short rest, but at this inadvertent moment, an old man in a black robe suddenly appeared in front of him. The old man seemed to have suddenly descended from the void, silently and mysteriously.

Wang Teng was startled and stood up quickly, his face full of respect. He bowed deeply to the old man in front of him, and said with awe in his voice: "Junior greets senior."

The old man slowly raised his head, and his deep eyes on his weathered face seemed to be able to see through everything in the world.

His eyes fell on the teacup on the table, and then he stretched out his skinny hand, gently picked up the teacup, and shook it slightly.

The tea in the cup rippled, just like Wang Teng's uneasy heart at the moment.

After a moment of silence, the old man said calmly, "Has the Ye Qian'an you mentioned not come back yet?"

Wang Teng was slightly startled, and quickly shook his head, and answered carefully: "He has not returned yet. I heard that he went into seclusion after returning to Qingxuan Sect. So far, no news has been received."

Hearing this, the old man frowned slightly, with a hint of displeasure on his face. He put down the teacup, making a slight sound, which was particularly clear in this quiet pavilion.

The old man's tone was indifferent, like a chill wind, "I did know your master before, but that was hundreds of years ago. You've kept me waiting for eighty years, and I don't have time to play around with you here."

Beads of sweat appeared on Wang Teng's forehead. He knew the old man's strengths and weaknesses very well. If he angered him, the consequences would be disastrous.

He bowed again and said anxiously, "Senior, please calm down. I don't know when Ye Qian'an will return. But I will do my best to find out his news. Once I have any news, I will inform you immediately. Please give me some more time."

The old man snorted coldly, his eyes revealing a hint of impatience: "It's better to do this. If you keep me waiting any longer, neither you nor your sect will have a good ending. Remember, my patience is limited."

After saying that, the old man flashed and disappeared like a ghost, leaving Wang Teng alone standing in the pavilion, his heart filled with fear and worry.

Wang Teng stared at the old man who had disappeared and wiped the sweat off his face. He knew that it was not a wise choice to offend this powerful immortal.

The old man mentioned above was the friend of his former master Yun Yangzi, and was also the one Dan Yangzi asked him to find. Relying on the other party's identity, he was also doing well in the Shenxuan Sect.

But after all, time is limited and it is impossible for them to stay here forever. If Ye Qian'an doesn't come back, who knows what will happen.

"Ye Qian'an, please come back quickly!!!"

………………After dealing with the Bihe Kingdom, Ye Qian'an lay on the magic sword and flew slowly towards the direction of the Shenxuan Sect without any sign of impatience.

According to his strength, it would take less than a day to return to the sect, but the reason he did not do so was to be able to travel.

Gain knowledge.

After all, the more you walk and the more you see, the more your state of mind will change. You will notice things that you didn’t notice before, and you will understand things that you couldn’t understand before.

When you draw your sword with this kind of mindset, you can now use moves that you couldn't use before.

Ye Qian'an took a sip of wine and smacked his lips with satisfaction. At the same time, he raised his head and looked at the dazzling starry sky, and the past experiences of the years emerged in his mind.

Before I knew it, I was almost a hundred years old.

Sure enough, for cultivators, time is just a blink of an eye or a wave of a sleeve.

Ye Qian'an sighed deeply, sat up, and took out a piece of hand-carved jade from the storage ring. Under the bright moonlight, the jade piece was crystal clear.

This was what his master Leng Qianning left for him before he left. After this farewell, he didn't know how many years it would take for them to meet again.

Maybe decades, maybe hundreds of years...!
Even Ye Qian'an didn't know.

We can only rely on fate.

Ye Qian'an put away the jade piece in his hand, shook the wine gourd in his hand, then raised his head and looked at the Shenzhou continent in front of him, his heart filled with emotion.

This path of cultivation is indeed lonely. Even after a hundred years, there is still nothingness behind me. I am still alone, just like when I was a child.

Ye Qian'an leaned on the hilt of the sword, looked at the distant sky, put his hands behind his head, and quietly thought about the future.

a few days later.

Inside the main hall of Shenxuan Sect.

Elder Fujiwara Ten stared at the Tianjiao disciples under him and said calmly: "Now that eighty years have passed, the disciples who have not returned to the sect will be directly thrown out of the Tianjiao status, and the forces they belong to must also be disbanded."

Chi Hun, a disciple of the Red Fire Alliance, frowned and said unhappily, "Elder, what do you mean? There are still three days before the return of the Tianjiao. Junior Brother Ye Qian'an may still be on his way back and will be able to return to the sect on a chosen day."

"presumptuous!"

Seeing that someone dared to disobey him, Fujiwara Ten became furious. He slapped the table hard, stood up angrily, with a hint of anger in his eyes.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you question me? My words are the words of the Shenxuan Sect. Who among you dares not to obey?"

Fujiwara Ten was originally optimistic about Ye Qian'an, but unfortunately, Ye Qian'an was ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth and actually offended the young sect leader. So only death was waiting for Ye Qian'an.

After all, offending the young master is not a wise choice.

"You, the Red Fire League, must disband within two days. Otherwise, you should understand what the rules of the Divine Mysterious Sect are and do not disobey my orders." (End of this chapter)