Tian Yuan

Chen Qingyuan and Lin Changsheng had discussed the matter of registered disciples many years ago.

If you meet this silly boy in the future, please take good care of him.

When Lin Changsheng heard that the boy from the Yun family was coming, he had to step in to resolve the problem, but no one else knew about it.

"Junior Yun Qingmo, pays homage to Sect Master Lin."

Yun Qingmo bowed to Lin Changsheng in front of him with great respect.

"My junior brother told me about your matter." In front of everyone, Lin Changsheng acknowledged Yun Qingmo's identity: "I am a registered disciple. This is true."

wow——

After getting the testimony of the sect leader, there was a commotion in the hall. Everyone was shocked and looked at Yun Qingmo carefully, as if they had discovered something rare and were very surprised.

Who is Chen Qingyuan? He is the ancient god of war, the most powerful being standing at the top of the world.

If he wants to accept a disciple, even if it is just a nominal disciple, the disciple should be a world-famous and extraordinary genius.

Although Yun Qingmo can be called a genius, there is still a big gap between him and the top geniuses.

Everyone couldn't understand why Chen Qingyuan wanted to accept him as his disciple. More than half of them thought that Yun Qingmo was just lucky and that good things must have come from his ancestors' graves.

It’s true, it’s indeed the good deeds of our ancestors.

"Since you are here, then stay in Qingzong and live in peace."

Lin Changsheng immediately arranged an elegant and quiet residence for him.

"Thank you, Master."

Yun Qingmo was overjoyed and bowed again.

"I'm very curious, when my junior brother wanted to take you in as his disciple, but you refused, what was your thought?"

Lin Changsheng didn't mind letting everyone know about this, and he wanted to have some fun: "I know that Junior Brother concealed his true appearance at that time, so you couldn't see it. No matter what, you gave up the best opportunity. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to become Junior Brother's official disciple in the future."

"Junior..." Yun Qingmo hesitated for a long time, not knowing how to answer.

"This kid almost became your Majesty's personal disciple?"

A certain guest elder was stunned.

"No!"

The elders could no longer remain calm and cried out in shock.

"Just him? His direct disciple?"

There was a lot of discussion and it was very noisy.

Being stared at by countless pairs of eyes, Yun Qingmo had no words to express his pain, but endured it silently.

Before coming, Yun Qingmo had thought about the possibility of this situation and was mentally prepared.

"Silly boy, you probably won't have a peaceful life in the future."

Lin Changsheng gave a reminder.

"Master, what do you mean by this?"

Yun Qingmo took a half step forward and asked with a bow.

"Let's not talk about the geniuses in the universe. In our Qing Sect, there are countless people who want to worship Qing Yuan as their master. Since you have become his disciple, you will naturally attract much attention."

Lin Changsheng smiled with a hint of amusement, and explained: "Let me remind you again, when fellow disciples spar, they should stop at a certain point and not hurt anyone's life."

"Ah?" Yun Qingmo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

For no apparent reason, a chill surged up from my heels to my forehead.

In just half an hour, the news of Yun Qingmo spread to every corner of Qing Sect and even to all parts of the galaxy.

Moreover, since it concerns Chen Qingyuan, it will soon spread to various prosperous places in China, causing quite a stir.

After a few days, someone arrived at the gate of Yun Qingmo's mansion and expressed his intention to visit and exchange ideas.

The geniuses of the same age thought about it and couldn't ignore it. They wanted to see what kind of person this registered disciple of His Majesty was.

So, Yun Qingmo embarked on a path of forced conquest, either on the way to fight or in the process of fighting.

Who told you to be so high-profile and to so bluntly expose the master-disciple relationship with Chen Qingyuan?

Seeing that he could not suppress the news, Lin Changsheng took the opportunity to confirm Yun Qingmo's identity, adding fuel to the fire and making things even more exciting.

"It's a good thing to sharpen your skills a little bit."

Deep in Qingzong, there is a hazy white mist.

Lin Changsheng stood on the top of the mountain, with an immortal look and a pair of clear eyes that pierced through the void. He saw the scene of people queuing up to challenge Yun Qingmo. The corners of his lips curled up as he muttered to himself, "As your uncle, I have the responsibility to teach you."

If he had known that this would be the situation, Yun Qingmo would definitely not have come to recognize his relatives so early. At least he would have to wait until his strength reached a certain level to avoid many troubles.

The matter has come to this, there is no point in regretting.

let's hit!

Try your best to defeat the talented fellow students who come to compete with you and show your own strength, only then can you convince everyone.

Appropriate exchanges among fellow disciples are conducive to the continued development of the sect.

No elder would try to stop this kind of thing, but many elders secretly opened the market and placed bets for fun.

......

Ruins of Fallen Gods, Zilian Dynasty.

In a prosperous ancient city, Chen Qingyuan spent some spirit stones and rented a relatively simple courtyard to temporarily settle down.

You can't always stay in a corner of a street. Sometimes there will be law enforcement teams patrolling back and forth to check the identities of passers-by to see if they are dangerous people.

In order not to be disturbed, Chen Qingyuan had to move to another place where he could live a quiet and comfortable life.

He stayed here for about half a year, taught Tang Wan'er several times, gave her guidance, and dispelled the fog ahead.

On this day, Tang Wan'er broke through the bottleneck and successfully broke through to the fusion stage under the watchful eyes of Chen Qingyuan.

It took him several hours to stabilize his state of mind. The first thing he did after opening his eyes was to walk up to Chen Qingyuan and bow to express his gratitude: "Your Excellency, I have no way to repay your kindness."

"No need to be polite."

Chen Qingyuan originally thought that Tang Wan'er would need at least three to five years to break through, but she succeeded in just half a year. Her comprehension was extremely high, which was gratifying.

Tang Wan'er came out of the bottom of society and knew that opportunities were hard to come by and she must seize them.

Compared with those who grew up in ancient religious sects, Tang Wan'er has more perseverance, cherishes the present, and perseveres.

"Keep your original intention and keep going. Your future is limitless."

This statement is not just a compliment, but Chen Qingyuan's serious evaluation.

"Remember your teachings."

Tang Wan'er bowed.

"Your cultivation has improved, and it's time for me to leave this ancient city."

After living there for half a year, Chen Qingyuan decided to set off and head to the next intersection.

"You...you're leaving?"

Tang Wan'er's expression changed slightly, revealing her reluctance.

"We can't stay here forever!" Chen Qingyuan whispered, "Rest well, and keep going."

"younger generation......"

Tang Wan'er seemed to be worried about something, she hesitated and seemed hesitant to speak.

"Just say what you want to say."

Chen Qingyuan sat on the chair.

After hesitating for a while, Tang Wan'er bit her red lips tightly, suddenly knelt down, lowered her head, and encouraged her courage: "I know that I am born in a poor family and have no extraordinary talent. However, I have a desire in my heart. I want to worship you as my master and serve you by your side."

After saying these words, all the strength in Tang Wan'er's body was drained. Her body trembled slightly and she fell to the ground with her forehead pressed against the ground. She held her breath and concentrated. She could clearly hear her own heartbeat and pulse, as if she was waiting for judgment.