Golden Core Treasures for the Daoist Heir!

"Welcome home, Daoist Heir!"

"..."

Cheers rolled through the air. Chen Zhuo looked up and saw disciples on all five main peaks of the Qiwu Mountain Range cupping their hands toward him in respectful salute.

Uncle-Master Xu and Uncle-Master Lu were lending him their support as well. Around him, Daoist resonance shimmered like the sun and moon.

The Daoist Heir?

For a moment, Chen Zhuo did not know what to say.

Head over there—never miss an update again.

Clearly, Ming's status had risen again.

From a True Disciple of the Thunder Vein to the Qiwu Daoist Heir.

Fine. At least he was not the Qiwu Sword Seed.

Beside him, Xu Chan gave a cold laugh. "Senior Brother Wang has calculated this well!"

Lu Xu gave an awkward chuckle and smoothed things over. "Junior Brother Xu, much of the Thunder Vein is at Great Li Mountain now, so the sect can hardly look after them all. Besides, Nephew-Disciple Chen is our sect's first disciple with a Heavenly Spiritual Root in five thousand years. Naming him Daoist Heir is entirely justified."

"And with the sect's morale so low, spreading word of Nephew-Disciple Chen's Heavenly Spiritual Root will greatly lift the spirits of the Sword Gate, even the whole of the Nine Sects. Why wouldn't we?"

Xu Chan knew it was a good thing. He merely snorted a few times and said no more.

The Daoist Heir stood above all True Disciples.

In five thousand years, the sect had named only three Daoist Heirs.

Xu Chan had never been one. The last Daoist Heir had been Junior Brother Wei of the Flame Vein, fifty years ago. Born with both a Separation Fire Body and a Clearbright Sword Body, Junior Brother Wei had been a natural sword cultivator. Even so, he had not been