Master and Disciple Discuss the Kunlun Mirror

After struggling for an unknown amount of time, just as Wang Xian was about to collapse.

"Buzz..."

With a sound, the crescent moon in his Sea of Consciousness suddenly fissioned, transforming into a red sun.

The sudden shocking change caused Wang Xian to roar skyward in pain.

He desperately shouted: "Master, save me!"

He abruptly opened his eyes, and Wang Xian had returned to the Daoist temple.

Looking at the old Daoist priest in front of him, Wang Xian murmured dazedly, "Master, I had a dream..."

"Eat something first!"

After the master and disciple drank a pot of tea and ate a few biscuits, the old Daoist priest sighed.

He said, "Your Martial Uncle worried about you for a whole day and night, yet you, like a gust of wind, returned here..."

"I'm afraid even your Martial Uncle wouldn't have imagined that after disappearing, you not only survived but also broke through to the Golden Core Realm. Now, even Xiong Er probably can't beat you."

Wang Xian was greatly shocked: "Disciple hadn't broken through when I was at the Sword Sect?"

While examining himself internally, he asked, "Master, is this my Golden Core? Why is it only the size of an egg? Will it get any bigger?"

"No, unless you break through to the Nascent Soul Realm."

The old Daoist priest took his small hand and looked at it, then smiled.

"This time, the Four Great Sects, except for Hundred Flower Valley, seem to owe you a favor."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xian silently took out the Youming Sword and placed it and three Nà Jiè on the table.

He said, "There are five hundred Líng Shí here, given by Martial Uncle."

"These two Nà Jiè contain ten thousand Líng Shí, from Xuantian Sect and Sword Sect. Donghai gave five thousand, and I gave half to Senior Sister, keeping the other half."

"There's also some that disciple won from them in matches... Now Master won't have to worry about Líng Shí anymore!"

Finally, pointing to the Youming Sword on the table, he said, "Master, you handle this sword. It cannot benefit Hundred Flower Valley!"

The old Daoist priest laughed heartily upon hearing this: "Correct, it cannot benefit that crazy woman."

While putting away the Líng Shí, the old Daoist priest chuckled, "The grudges over these four Spirit Swords have nothing to do with you. You were just delivering the swords for her, earning some hard-earned money for your escape..."

Wang Xian was stunned upon hearing this.

After a while, he tentatively asked, "Could it be that Master knows that White Robe Senior?"

The old Daoist priest nodded: "You met her on your way to the Sword Sect?"

Wang Xian nodded and smiled, "Disciple met Senior Bai and had a dream..."

"Later, she gave me a Jade Tablet, which recorded evidence of Sima Jue from the Academy framing disciple..."

"Later, I showed the recording to Martial Uncle and Senior Sister. The Jade Tablet can be replayed once, so I gave it to Martial Uncle."

"Senior Bai helped me refine the Inner Core of a Thousand Year Black Snake, saying she only refined a small part, and I can slowly refine the rest."

Wang Xian did not mention the matter of the four swords. The swords were already on the table, so there was no need to say more.

The old Daoist priest sighed upon hearing this.

He gently stroked the Youming Sword and sighed, "In this way, you and she now have Karma. If this causes further disturbances in the future, it might sweep over to you. Are you afraid?"

"Not afraid!"

Wang Xian shook his head: "Disciple dreamt of a divine sword last night, saying that only someone with a life like mine, who has faced death countless times, is worthy of being its master one day..."

The old Daoist priest was stunned at first, then burst into laughter.

He said seriously, "Remember, there is no absolute right or wrong, no absolute good or evil in this world..."

"Otherwise, why would the Academy Law Enforcement Elder and Son frame you before?"

Wang Xian nodded upon hearing this: "Disciple will remember Master's teachings."

The old Daoist priest said again, "The principles of being a person, the Principle Between Heaven and Earth, are all within that Daoist Scripture. It has already been branded into your bloodline and Divine Soul..."

After speaking, he put away the Youming Sword.

With a wave of his hand, a Three Chi Qingfeng Sword was placed in front of Wang Xian.

Wang Xian couldn't help but ask, "Master, this sword?"

The old Daoist priest smiled and said, "Until you reach the Nascent Soul Realm, use this Three Chi Qingfeng Sword from the Dao Sect. Your Master used it to slay many evildoers back then!"

Wang Xian picked up the long sword with both hands, his eyes slightly startled at the two words on the sword hilt.

"The sword's name is Qingfeng?"

"Otherwise?"

"Master, I like this name!"

"Tell me, did you learn a sword technique from that woman?"

Wang Xian giggled, "I've learned a bit of the superficial stuff, it's called 'Yi Jian Jingshen'. Does it sound very powerful?"

"Oh, it sounds very powerful!"

The old Daoist shook his head and placed a large bag of dry rations on the table.

Wang Xian looked around and tried to ask, "Master, where is Xiong Er? Why hasn't my Senior Sister returned yet?"

"Xiong Er went crazy in the mountains."

The old Daoist said with a bitter smile, "Don't mind those troublesome matters for now. You, for your master, go to a place and bring your Senior Sister back for me..."

"What happened to Senior Sister?"

Wang Xian was startled, "Could it be that something happened to the Daoist temple while I was away these few days?"

In his opinion, which fellow had the guts to provoke even the little princess of the Donghuang Family?

The old Daoist shook his head, "That's not it. Your Senior Sister went into the Kunlun Mirror to cultivate. It's been several days, and there's been no news."

"What is the Kunlun Mirror?"

"It's the Kunlun Mirror, oh, it's an Illusion Realm."

"Okay, disciple will go see if Senior Sister has been bewitched by that monster."

"Entering once costs two hundred Líng Shí."

Hearing this, Wang Xian was speechless for a moment.

He finally understood why Master and Senior Sister were so poor. So there was a money-burning stove waiting for him here?

After a long silence, he said with a bitter smile, "Okay, I'll go take a look."

The old Daoist laughed heartily, "Just right, you brought the Líng Shí back!"

With a wave of his hand, a pile of Líng Shí in front of Wang Xian turned into ash...

A Spiritual Energy Vortex appeared before the master and disciple.

The old Daoist said softly, "Go, come back soon!"

With that, he waved his hand and pushed Wang Xian into the vortex.

In a moment of heaven and earth spinning, Wang Xian, who had entered the Kunlun Mirror, felt as if he were trapped in darkness.

So, he simply closed his eyes.

His Spiritual Sense probed all around, but it was still a dense mist and darkness.

The further he went, the thicker the mist became. Faintly, a woman's hand reached out to slap him!

In that instant, Wang Xian felt extreme terror, his scalp tingling. A giant shadow in his Spiritual Sense tried to envelop him!

"Zeng!"

The Qingfeng Sword cut out instantly. A wisp of sword light made the shadow's form twist, and it gradually faded like a ghost.

After walking about a hundred zhang, he left the area covered by the mist.

He thought that the illusion realm in the Kunlun Mirror was indeed horrifying.

Fortunately, he had undergone tempering in the Sword Sect, otherwise, he might have just died upon entering!

As he walked, he didn't know how many mountains he crossed or how many rivers he passed.

Walking by a river, he looked up and saw a snow mountain standing like a towering giant, standing indifferently, emitting a faint divine light!

It looked like a snow mountain during the day, but at night, under the starlight, it resembled a giant.

Sometimes he couldn't help but shout to the sky, "Senior Sister, where are you?"

Moving forward, it was a wasteland.

Incomplete God-Demon Corpse lay on the ground, along with weathered weapons scattered across the wasteland. Could this be an ancient Gods and Demons Battlefield?

Some bones still carried divine might and demonic might, clearly the bones of gods and demons!

In the blink of an eye, the moon came out.

Tired from walking, Wang Xian raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

He looked down and let out a startled scream. His hands had actually turned into ghastly white bones!

Just like the dream he had on the way to the Sword Sect...

He opened his clothes and saw that the flesh and blood on his chest had disappeared, revealing ghastly white ribs!

"Master..."

Wang Xian screamed. Of course, the old Daoist wasn't here, and no one paid him any heed.

He wailed inwardly, "I've turned into a pile of white bones, and you're not coming to save me, Master!"

Are you really so big-hearted?

Just then...

A leisurely song came from the sky, the melody deep and melodious.

It was just like when his mother used to call Wang Xian home for dinner...

Wang Xian wanted to cry, but he couldn't.

He reached out to embrace the woman in the clouds, but it was a pair of ghastly white bone arms...