Five Years Later! Meeting Lu Xueqi Again!

"Hmm?"

True Person Dao Xuan raised an eyebrow slightly.

To be honest, he was also a little startled to see Wang Quan Yan wielding the Dragon Slaying Sword so casually, but this was for the best; it saved him the effort of having to explain.

With that thought in mind, True Person Dao Xuan cast a calm, unreadable glance at Daoist Cangsong.

Usually, Daoist Cangsong helped him shoulder a great deal of the burden.

But why had he been acting against him at every turn today?

Sigh.

In the end, he still harbored some resentment toward him.

True Person Dao Xuan remained expressionless.

He waved his hand dismissively and said, "Very well. Since everything has been cleared up, you may all return to your respective peaks. This Daoist still has matters to attend to..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the several peak masters present, who had originally intended to say something more, saw the calm look on True Person Dao Xuan's face and had no choice but to bow and take their leave.

"Understood, Sect Leader Senior Brother."

The several peak masters departed from the Jade Purity Hall.

Wang Quan Yan also left under the gestured instruction of True Person Dao Xuan.

Stepping out of the Jade Purity Hall, the expressions of the various peak masters remained somewhat dazed.

Their gazes drifted toward the youth behind them from time to time, as if they were seeing the shadow of an old friend.

The cold, aloof Daoist nun looked somewhat stunned.

Tian Buyi and Su Ru, the husband and wife, exchanged a glance; they, too, were thinking of the late Wan Jianyi.

"Senior Brother Wan."

Daoist Cangsong murmured under his breath.

Everyone present heard his utterance of "Senior Brother Wan."

For a moment, the expressions of those present were unreadable.

However, Daoist Cangsong paid them no mind.

He looked at Wang Quan Yan with hesitation and said, "Nephew Wang Quan... Xiao Yan, may I call you that?"

Hearing this, Wang Quan Yan bowed slightly and replied, "Uncle Master Cangsong may address me as he pleases."

As for the shift in Cangsong's attitude?

Wang Quan Yan was not particularly surprised.

After all, Daoist Cangsong was the Qingyun Sect's number one Wan Jianyi devotee; he had even gone so far as to collude with the Demon Sect just to destroy the Qingyun Sect in order to avenge Wan Jianyi.

Such behavior was enough to show just how deep his feelings for Wan Jianyi truly were.

Now that Wang Quan Yan held the Dragon Slaying Sword and had mastered Wan Jianyi's ultimate technique, Ghost Slaying God, how would Daoist Cangsong view him?

Perhaps—he would regard him as the successor of Wan Jianyi.

To this, Wang Quan Yan would not reject the identity.

After all, he had indeed learned his skills from Wan Jianyi, so it was not inaccurate to call him Wan Jianyi's successor.

"Xiao Yan."

"If you have time, come visit my Dragon Head Peak."

Daoist Cangsong hesitated for a long time; he seemed to have much he wanted to say, but in the end, that was all he uttered.

As soon as his voice fell, he did not even wait for Wang Quan Yan's reply.

He turned around and strode away immediately.

It looked as if he were fleeing in a sorry state.

Seeing this scene, the other peak masters also took their leave one after another.

However, before departing, they all made a gesture of goodwill toward Wang Quan Yan.

For a moment, only Wang Quan Yan, Tian Buyi and his wife, and the cold, aloof Taoist nun Shui Yue remained at the scene.

She seemed to have something more to say.

"Xiao Yan, you..."

Tian Buyi looked at the Dragon Slaying Sword in Wang Quan Yan's hand.

He frowned slightly, but in the end, he sighed and said, "Forget it, you keep it for now."

He had no idea what kind of attitude Cangsong held now. Running away so fast—did he not even want the Dragon Slaying Sword anymore?

"Yes, Master."

Wang Quan Yan nodded slightly.

The Dragon Slaying Sword had been found by him in the first place, and it had practically latched onto him; there was no way he could return it anyway.

"Junior Sister."

Just then, Shui Yue, who had been silent for a long time, stepped forward.

She looked at Su Ru gently and said, "You haven't been to Small Bamboo Peak in a long time. Why don't you come over for a visit today?"

Hearing this, Su Ru glanced at Tian Buyi and nodded immediately. "Alright, Senior Sister. Some things have been happening at Grand Bamboo Peak lately, and I haven't been able to find the time. Since I'm free today, it's a perfect chance for us sisters to have a chat..."

Tian Buyi pursed his lips.

He did not interrupt the conversation between the two sisters.

Instead, he signaled to Wang Quan Yan on his own, intending to return to Grand Bamboo Peak together; after all, he knew that Shui Yue did not think much of him.

However, just at that moment, Shui Yue suddenly called out to Wang Quan Yan.

"Xiao Yan, why don't you come to Small Bamboo Peak for a visit as well? I remember the last time we met was five years ago..."

Hearing this, Wang Quan Yan was somewhat surprised.

He had not expected that Shui Yue would invite him as well.

Perhaps it was because of the Ghost Slaying God.

Thinking of this, Wang Quan Yan pondered for a moment.

He did not refuse Shui Yue's invitation, as he did indeed want to visit Small Bamboo Peak to see what level of cultivation she—the woman from his past—had reached now.

"Yes, Martial Aunt."

Wang Quan Yan bowed slightly.

Then, he stood beside Su Ru and Shui Yue.

Tian Buyi paused for a moment.

"Hmph."

He let out a soft snort.

Then, he walked away alone, looking rather dejected.

"Senior Sister, let's go too."

Su Ru could not help but laugh despite herself.

"Alright."

Shui Yue nodded slightly.

She turned her head and instructed Wang Quan Yan, "Xiao Yan, you should follow us on your sword."

"Understood."

Wang Quan Yan nodded.

The three of them walked to the mountainside of Tongtian Peak, then simultaneously summoned their immortal swords and took to the skies, engaging in Sword Control Flight toward Small Bamboo Peak.

Small Bamboo Peak was one of the seven branches of the Qingyun Sect.

However, it was rather unique, as this branch only accepted female disciples—a fact that had long since become an unspoken rule of the Qingyun Sect.

Arriving above Small Bamboo Peak, Wang Quan Yan lowered his gaze slightly. Glancing down, he almost thought he had arrived at Grand Bamboo Peak.

Small Bamboo Peak was much like Grand Bamboo Peak.

Green bamboo covered the mountains and plains.

It was precisely because of this that it earned the name "Small Bamboo Peak."

Shui Yue led the way for Su Ru and Wang Quan Yan as they flew, and they soon descended to the mountainside of Small Bamboo Peak. Many female disciples nearby saw them and hurried forward to offer their salutes.

"Greetings, Master, Aunt-Master Su."

Having said that, many of the female disciples turned their gazes toward Wang Quan Yan.

Clearly, they were quite curious about his identity.

Seeing this, Wang Quan Yan offered a slight bow to the many female disciples before him. "Wang Quan Yan of Grand Bamboo Peak greets you, Senior Sisters."

As soon as these words were spoken, a great commotion erupted among the crowd.

"Wang Quan Yan?"

"He is Wang Quan Yan?"

"I heard that the sword strike from the night before last was unleashed by him?"

"I remember that five years ago, Junior Brother Wang Quan seemed to have visited our Small Bamboo Peak as well, right? He was only this tiny back then; I never expected him to have grown so much now."

Seeing the many disciples clamoring before her, Shui Yue could not help but frown.

"Hmph."

She let out a soft snort.

In an instant, the entire scene fell silent.

Evidently, her authority as their master remained formidable.

"Where are Wen Min and Qi'er?"

"Reporting to Master, Senior Sister Wen Min is at Jingzhu Xuan, and Junior Sister Xue Qi is at the Moon Gazing Platform."

"Go call Qi'er over," Shui Yue commanded calmly.

With that, she turned to Su Ru and Wang Quan Yan and said, "Junior Sister, Xiao Yan, come sit for a while at Jingzhu Xuan first."

"Very well."

The group walked toward Jingzhu Xuan.

Upon hearing the name "Xue Qi," Wang Quan Yan could not help but raise an eyebrow.

After five years, was he finally going to see her again?