The Great Method of Seeking the Golden Immortal Dao

When he had first returned, Lingxu Zi had still been thinking about those monks of the Bodhi Sect. His young disciple could not simply vanish without rhyme or reason, so he had no mind for anything else for the moment.

Besides, like everyone else, he did care somewhat about Shen Yi's origins.

This young man had once been apprenticed to a six-winged silkworm demon.

Whoever took him in now would essentially be lowering themselves to the same rank as Demon Cultivators. It would indeed be rather embarrassing to speak of.

Moreover, the sin Qingguang, his senior brother, had committed, Qingguang himself was unwilling to touch even a shred of its karma, instead leaving Spirit Void Cave to clean up the mess. If Lingxu Zi agreed so readily, would that not put him a head shorter for no reason?

At the level of a Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal, one had transcended even life and death. Other than the supreme Great Dao, all one cared about was this little bit of reputation and good name.

But things were different now.

Even Golden Immortals accustomed to roaming free and unfettered—unless they truly had no other choice—which of them would wish to be looked down upon by the Sect Master?

Lingxu Zi was no exception.

Yet what his eldest disciple had done truly gave him not the slightest glimpse of hope.

Under such circumstances, a young junior with courage and sufficient strength had actually come knocking at his door himself. It truly moved him somewhat.

Ordinarily, without some special reason, few Golden Immortals were willing to take a cultivator who had reached the third rank as a disciple midway through their path. To put it bluntly, they were difficult to raise into one's own.

After all, at such a cultivation level, how could one