Disciples

As Zhongli Zihan spoke with Li Wenxian, probing just how much Fu Henghua had imparted, Dragon Daoist happened upon another cultivator.

The handsome, valiant youth wielded the Deathless Sword Art with endless vitality, forcing Sima Xin to turn and retreat, yielding the "Sword Blossom."

"Fellow Daoist, impressive! You actually forced Sima Xin back?"

Sima Xin was, after all, a fellow traveler bound for the Southern Continent. Dragon Daoist had no wish to personally act and harm their harmony. Only after the youth forced Sima Xin away did he leisurely reveal himself.

Yet upon seeing the youth's face, the smile on Dragon Daoist's face abruptly froze. "Fu Qinghan?"

Fu Qinghan's expression changed drastically upon seeing Dragon Daoist appear.

After beating up people from the Jade Sage Pavilion and fleeing home, he had delivered a glaring slap to their face. Now that he had turned around and run into the Jade Sage Pavilion's foremost figure of this generation, he did not know what to do.

Dragon Daoist was clearly broad-minded. He quickly composed himself and smiled. "Regarding your matter, the Jade Sage Pavilion was in the wrong first. I will not pursue anything with you."

He considered himself of the same generation as Fu Henghua. Naturally, he would not lower himself to argue with Fu Henghua's nephew.

"This Evergreen Dao aura around you, this Deathless Sword Art—it must have been taught by him."

Dragon Daoist had once happened to see Fu Henghua use the Deathless Sword Art in the Southern Continent.

His opponent had been Dongfang Yunqi.

Taiyin snow flew, and all things withered. Within that snowfield of bitter midwinter cold, surging life remained serenely unmoved. Deathless and undying, it stood firm within Dongfang Yunqi's domain, displaying the profound wonder of vast and righteous longevity. And with Fu Henghua's sword momentum, it