"Master, I plan to go down the mountain for a walk."
At Xuanjing Mountain of the Three Purities Sect.
A handsome youngster spoke to an Old Daoist.
He wore a cheeky, grinning expression.
Had any other disciple said such a thing, the old Daoist would most likely have slapped them half-crippled.
The old Daoist had never taken in softhearted disciples. How could he possibly allow them to indulge themselves?
Yet this youngest disciple happened to suit his tastes perfectly, and so became the exception.
The old Daoist Xuanjing snorted twice. "Little devil, who are you going down the mountain to plague this time?"
He sized up Lu Chuan.
Late Celestial Realm!
Even Dao Lord Xuanjing's eyelids twitched at the sight.
He had known that Lu Yang, Lu Chuan's previous life, possessed monstrous talent—he had risen to first place on the Earth Rankings without any backing. But he had never expected him to become even more overbearing after reincarnation.
How long had it been?
Less than a hundred years, and he was already nearly at the Spirit Severing Realm.
The old Daoist was scared stiff.
By comparison, even he, a Dao Lord, could only look up at Lu Chuan's back when he had been in the Celestial Realm.
For that reason, Dao Lord Xuanjing held extremely high expectations for Lu Chuan.
He was cultivating him with the aim of making him a fellow Daoist.
Thus, his demands of Lu Chuan were also exceedingly high. He rarely praised him, fearing that this little devil would become too unrestrained.
Now, however, it seemed Lu Chuan's Dao Heart was even firmer than he had anticipated.
Li Rui's split soul, Lu Chuan, chuckled. "I'm about to enter the Spirit Severing Realm, so I thought I'd go down the mountain and temper my Dao Heart."
"Bullshit."