Heaven-Piercing Peak.
The next morning.
The towering hall stood among the clouds, its glazed tiles reflecting dazzling golden light in the morning sun.
Several cranes lazily preened their feathers, not even bothering to lift their eyelids.
Ye Xuan stood before the hall doors and straightened his Daoist robe.
Tian Buyi hadn't come.
Ye Xuan had no idea why the other man hadn't come.
But Tian Buyi was his master, and Ye Xuan was his disciple.
He couldn't exactly drag Tian Buyi here by force.
"Come in."
Just then,
a voice sounded beside Ye Xuan's ear.
At that,
Ye Xuan stepped over the tall threshold.
The hall was dimly lit. Statues of the Three Pure Ones sat high in the place of honor, while incense smoke curled upward.
A middle-aged Daoist in a dark green robe stood with his hands behind his back, facing away from Ye Xuan as he studied a painting on the wall.
It depicted an ancient pine, gnarled and proud, standing tall and alone.
"This disciple, Ye Xuan of Great Bamboo Peak, pays his respects to Martial Uncle Sect Master."
Ye Xuan gave a perfectly proper salute.
His movements were flawless, beyond reproach.
After all, he was here to get something out of the old man, so he had to show the proper respect.
Dao Xuan Zhenren slowly turned around.
His eyes were unfathomably deep, like two ancient wells, as he scrutinized Ye Xuan.
"So this is the Innate Dao Body?"
Dao Xuan wondered to himself.
So young.
He really was only twelve.
Most children were still playing in the dirt at that age.
Yet this little fellow had already reached the Shangqing Realm. He was an absolute monster.
"I heard from your master..."
"You want to learn the Slay Ghosts and Gods True Art?"
Before long,