Yellow Court Daoist

"Nisha also came."

"Nisha is as diligent as I am, calling us over must mean there's a reward."

Simon became excited.

First, because he was called over together with Nisha, he felt that their relationship was somewhat different now, which inexplicably delighted him.

Second, he guessed that they were probably called over this time because of their diligence and not being lazy, to be rewarded.

Simon occasionally stole glances at Nisha, then pondered what kind of reward Lord Horace would give him.

He was asked to stand upright without slacking, even if no one was watching, Simon didn't feel tired. The sun shone on his face, making it hard to keep his eyes open, but Simon didn't sit down.

Nisha did the same, standing obediently.

However, among the thirty companions in total, no one dared to sit down, at most they stood a bit more relaxed.

Until noon.

As a fine sweat formed on Simon's nose and he was wondering whether Lord Horace had forgotten about them, he saw Lord Horace, Lord Sinier, and Lord Burns walking over.

Baron Guang Yuan was also there.

Simon blinked.

This was his first time observing the baron from such a close distance. Truly a man who could subdue the Purple-eyed Bone Dragon, though he did not look very strong, standing beside the three Guardians, Simon noticed Baron Guang Yuan at first glance.

He watched as Baron Guang Yuan approached.

Simon felt a bit nervous.

He even missed hearing what Baron Guang Yuan and the three Guardians were talking about, just seeing Baron Guang Yuan point at him and including Nisha and four other companions.

"Come with us."

Simon, in a daze, followed behind Baron Guang Yuan, side by side with Nisha.

Shortly after.

They arrived in front of a stone house.

...

Down the mountain.

Simon was still somewhat dazed.

"From today onwards, you six are my disciples under the guidance of Guang Yuan."

"The Dao is profound and serene, true purity is forever upheld. When one Yang returns to its origin, the teachings are forever complete."

"Simon, from now on your Daoist name is 'Xuan Cheng', as my fourth disciple."

The voice of Baron Guang Yuan echoed in his ears.

Now.

Baron Guang Yuan was his master.

"I actually became the disciple of the master?" Simon couldn't believe it, his steps were somewhat unsteady.

"Simon."

"Oh no, Fourth Junior Brother."

Nisha looked at Simon beside her and generously walked up to stand with him.

"Ah?"

Simon was stunned, looking at Nisha.

"You should call me Senior Sister." Seeing Simon's dumbfounded look, Nisha couldn't help but laugh.

"Senior Sister."

Simon snapped back to reality, realizing Nisha was given the Daoist name 'Xuan Ning' by the master, ranked first among their six, the senior disciple.

"Hehe."

"Stop dazing, let's hurry home. Father and mother will be so happy to hear this news."

Nisha pulled Simon and ran down the mountain.

She was a year older than Simon, more mature. But being suddenly accepted as a disciple by Baron Guang Yuan, she was still overwhelmingly excited. She only thought of hurrying home to tell her parents the good news.

Simon's eyes widened, his head spun, unconsciously following Nisha's brisk pace, heading home.

...

After dismissing the newly accepted six disciples to go home and pack their luggage, Lu Qingfeng returned to the stone house.

"Two human kids, two little Minotaurs, two young ones from Black Prison Clan."

"Their talents and diligences are not bad. If nurtured properly, they can be pillars for the Guangyuan Immortal Sect in the Barbarian God Realm."

Lu Qingfeng pondered.

Arriving in the Barbarian God Realm and encountering such a situation, it would be a pity to do nothing. Especially a great situation like the visible split in the realms of the Barbarian God Realm should be taken advantage of.

"The Six-Eyed Venerable and God of the Year Tai Sui had begun their arrangements 300 years ago, sending countless True Immortal disciples to reincarnate here. In 300 years, they must have gained some influence in the Barbarian God Realm."

"However, I have the Enlightenment Method, with various techniques and Magic Artifacts to inherit, not necessarily weaker."

"A battle for the Great Dao."

"This lifetime, however, I must compete."

With reincarnation as a backup, Lu Qingfeng had no worries, wanting to make a big move, "Building a sect to gather fortune can at least accelerate cultivation in this lifetime."

Therefore.

Lu Qingfeng specifically instructed Horace and the others to select thirty children from the three clans who had not yet begun to cultivate the methods of the Barbarian God Realm from the Watcher's Nest.

Choosing the best among them, he took six as disciples.

This is to teach the Immortal Dao Methods in the Barbarian God Realm.

"The methods of the Barbarian God Realm are somewhat biased."

"Later, ascending to Primordial, proper Great Methods are still needed."

Building a sect was not an overnight event; Lu Qingfeng first took in disciples and slowly trained them. He didn't need the Guangyuan Immortal Sect to conquer territories for him, just to help educate and consolidate fortunes for him.

Fortune is elusive.

Although Lu Qingfeng had experienced sixteen lifetimes and had some insights, he was still somewhat perplexed and still exploring.

...

After taking on disciples.

Not hurrying to establish a sect.

Lu Qingfeng cultivated in the Watcher's Nest, teaching the six disciples and also understanding the surrounding situation.

Unaware of time passing.

In the Star Shining Floating City.

Duke Doyle's mansion saw Dark Night Elves entering and leaving.

"How's it going?"

In a secret room, Duke Doyle swirled a glass vessel in his hand, talking to himself in the empty room.

In the void.

A figure emerged from the darkness, with pointed ears, also a Dark Night Elf.

"Duke Lorrel sent Zar to invite Guang Yuan from the Watcher's Nest, but was refused," Defoe respectfully reported.

"Hmph."

"I've always said that Lorrel's approach simply won't work."

Duke Doyle swirled the test tube, waved his hand, and a transparent vessel holding dark red liquid appeared, falling into Defoe's hand, "This is 'Dark Night and Silence Water'. Once opened, it naturally evaporates. If Baron and Viscount smell this, they will fall into a beautiful slumber. Find a chance to stun him and bring him to Fern Wall Mountain."

"Yes."

Defoe responded.

In the end, Duke Doyle added, "Every human lord is very important to Lorrel, so be sure not to harm him. I don't want to anger that crazy woman."

"I understand,"

Defoe nodded, tucking away the 'Dark Night and Silence Water' and vanished from sight.

"Lorrel is too conservative, too kind-hearted."

"Toynbee is too upright, too rigid."

"Night is about to fall, and there's not much time left for Star Shining Floating City."

In the secret room, a long sigh from Duke Doyle echoed.

...

Watcher Nest.

Inside the stone house.

Lu Qingfeng looked at the Dark Night Elf bound by the Demon Suppressing Golden Ring in front of him and couldn't help but smile, "It seems that Duke Doyle has great confidence in you and this potion. Sending a fellow elf to deal with me shows his firm belief in your success."

"His Grace means no harm, he simply wishes for your presence."

Defoe frowned inwardly, struggling secretly.

However, the power of the golden ring magic device was formidable, binding him tightly, leaving no room for escape.

He felt utterly hopeless.

He never expected—

That coming here full of confidence, he would be captured in an encounter.

With his strength as a Viscount Lord, he was discovered by the newly risen lord in front of him before he could release the potion. A flash of five-colored divine light knocked him down, and before he could recover, a golden light enveloped his head.

Thereafter, he could not break free.

Such insidious methods, even Duke Doyle, if caught off-guard, would suffer greatly.

Defoe looked at this Baron Guangyuan, utterly shocked.

"Stop struggling."

"The fighting spirit within you has been sealed by my secret technique. With the Demon Suppressing Golden Ring binding you externally, how could you possibly escape?"

Lu Qingfeng looked at the Dark Night Elf, with an even broader smile on his face.

If judged merely by the level of energy, the Dark Night Elf in front of him was approximately equivalent to a Solid Pill Realm cultivator.

However, in terms of physical body, he couldn't compare to a Solid Pill True Man who was forging his True Body.

His fighting spirit was strong but lacked versatility.

Only the innate talent of 'invisibility' was noteworthy.

Hidden in the darkness, concealing all signs of presence, making it difficult for one to detect. Striking silently with lethal blows, even lords of the same rank would find it hard to sense beforehand.

A natural-born assassin.

That was Lu Qingfeng.

At Daluo Cave Temple, all illusions are shattered, Defoe's use of 'invisibility' was boldly executed in the stone house, but was instantly detected by Lu Qingfeng. His innate talent was broken by a burst of five-colored divine light, and his fighting spirit was henceforth sealed.

Perhaps even Defoe himself did not expect to be subdued so easily.

"His Grace truly means no harm, please forgive Defoe for his offense," Defoe conceded.

He certainly did not wish to die here because of Duke Doyle's 'kind' invitation.

"Whether there is malice is not for you to say."

Lu Qingfeng stepped forward, his expression unchanged, and calmly said, "Let me see what Duke Doyle has instructed."

"What are you going to do?!"

Seeing this, a bad feeling surged inside Defoe.

"Five Ghosts Soul Capturing Technique!"

Lu Qingfeng's eyes flickered with a sinister glint, and five yin winds appeared from all directions, drilling into Defoe's body.

"Ah!"

Five ghosts possessed him, the chill of yin energy bone-deep.

Defoe's body turned cold, and he couldn't help but scream out loud. His soul seemed to be tearing apart, and he let out shrieking howls of unbearable agony.

Lu Qingfeng turned a deaf ear.

Images flickered before his eyes—

...

In the secret room.

Duke Doyle took out the 'Dark Night and Silence Water', instructing Defoe not to hurt him.

...

Somewhere in Floating City.

Defoe and a Grey Elf were entangled passionately, bliss apparent on their faces.

The voice of the Grey Elf echoed in Defoe's ear—

"Kill that man, take the magic artifact, and leave some traces."

"Duke Doyle is aggressive, Lorrel is stubborn. Tsk, really looking forward to the two dukes falling out."

...

The crying stopped, the howling ceased.

Lu Qingfeng waved his sleeve, and the Five Ghosts hid away. Defoe's body was soaked with sweat, his face pale and his gaze dull, evidently tormented severely.

"Such a cliched framing."

"Such a cliched conspiracy."

Lu Qingfeng found it somewhat dull.

Brusquely, he slapped his own chest, spitting out three large bowls of heart blood into the air.

"This—"

Watcher Nest, seeing this, Defoe was startled.

But he saw Lu Qingfeng form a sword with his fingers, hovering over the void, drawing the blood, while murmuring softly.

As the heart blood in mid-air transformed into strands of Evil Silk, wriggling like earthworms, forming mysterious characters. With insufficient heart blood, the characters gradually began to dissipate.

Lu Qingfeng looked towards Defoe.

"No!"

"Don't!"

His expressionless face, in Defoe's eyes, resembled that of a devil from the seventy-second layer of the Abyss.

Even.

More terrifying than an unreachable devil.

Lu Qingfeng paid no heed.

He formed a seal technique, transforming the Demon Suppressing Golden Ring on Defoe into golden light, which he captured in his hand. With a swoop of True Yuan, he tossed the powerless Defoe aside.

The next moment.

Bang!

Defoe's face showed unresolved terror; his entire body exploded, blood and Divine Soul all sacrificed for the 'Demon Evil Entangling Silk Divine Spell.'

Lu Qingfeng's eyes flickered.

Visualizing from Defoe's memories, the Grey Elf he had passionately interacted with. Mysterious characters in the air twisted like dragons and snakes, turning into a blood light that vanished into the void.

"Sigh."

Having finished this, Lu Qingfeng's face also turned slightly pale.

He sat down cross-legged, resting and recuperating.

...