Seeing Qing Yu disappear without a trace, Xuan Ming frowned and stared at the white elixir in his hand.
The elixir was pure white and slightly transparent. There seemed to be a white Yuan Qi lingering within it, undulating and undulating.
From this appearance alone, one could basically tell that this elixir did have the effect of replenishing true qi.
However ——
“Humph!”
Xuan Ming coldly snorted as the blazing inflammatory energy instantly scorched the white elixir in his hand, “And why do I need an elixir.”
At the same time, the surrounding Yuan Qi continued to converge and was absorbed and refined by Xuan Ming.
With the speed at which a True Dan realm martial artist could gulp down Yuan Qi, Xuan Ming would only need a few moments to make up for this loss of True Qi. That Daoist Qing Yu’s gift of the elixir was either a deliberate sneer or a hidden agenda.
Whichever it was, it was right to destroy the elixir outright.
A short while later, the agitated Yuan Qi slowly stopped, and Xuan Ming’s gaze was fixed on the still burning grove not far away, the flames in his hands brightening and flickering, “Daoist Qing Yu, we will meet again.”
The flames tumbled as Xuan Ming rode the blazing flames and flew away.
“Yes will see you again ——”
In the burning grove, the figure of the white-haired Daoist quietly appeared.
“There is still a long time to go, and in the future, we will deal with each other many times.”
“Niko–”
On the green sky, the white Godly Jun bird flapped its wings and hovered above the grove.
Qing Yu’s feet tapped the ground and his figure floated upwards, landing lightly on the white phoenix’s back.
“Next, should I make a name for myself and mix in with the meeting of the Daoist Truth Seekers?” Qing Yu sat cross-legged on the back of the white phoenix and mused.
It could be foreseen that this time, the Daoist Discourse Meeting would be extremely lively. The competition for the names of the four great Daoist sects was not the main focus, there would definitely be unexpected people taking turns to appear at that time.
When the Daoist clan holds a meeting to discuss the execution of devils, how can the devil’s path not take part in it? If the Blood Demon Cult didn’t make a fuss, they would be embarra*sed to come out and meet the rest of the demon disciples.
The scene was such that Qing Yu wanted to go and see if there was any chance to fish in the water.
However, since the venue of the Taoist Conference has suddenly changed to Tai Chen Palace, Qing Yu is not afraid to send a sheep into the tiger’s mouth. However, it was necessary to make a name for the participation in the Taoist discussion.
Although with Qing Yu’s Daoist skill at the True Dan realm, he wouldn’t be unable to enter the Daoist Conference, but he was afraid that some people would come looking for him on impulse.
“Since I want to put on a vest, who should I look for?”
This time, instead of creating a vest out of thin air, Qing Yu was going to replace someone and go to the Daoist Discourse meeting at Tai Chen Palace. In this way, there was no need to make up a fake background.
A vest is not something that can be done by changing a face, clothes and a name. A vest that really wants to socialise with people needs to have a proper background.
The Daoist Sect is not too big, but not too small, and the Daoist experts of the True Dan realm are actually known in all sects within the Daoist Sect. If you don’t have a proper background, it is very easy to be suspected.
Especially at this critical moment, one bad move and they might suspect you of being a spy of the Blood Demon Sect and send people to watch you all day long.
As he was thinking about which unlucky guy he could replace, a sudden whim came to Qing Yu’s mind.
“Hmm?”
Qing Yu couldn’t help but look to the bottom left. In that position, there seemed to be a certain person that had caught his attention.
“Oh~” Qing Yu stretched his voice, “Interesting.”
That person had actually spotted Qing Yu as well, and was transmitting his divine thoughts from afar, inviting Qing Yu to come and meet him.
The white haired daoist looked like an immortal walking on the red earth, with a very immortal aura.
The breeze blew, and his swaying form slowly landed on a pine tree below, tapping his toes on the top of the tree to stop his form.
“Poor Daoist Qing Yu, I have met this fellow Daoist.”
Under the tree opposite Yu Qing Yu, a young Daoist priest in a dark purple Daoist robe with a simple hairpin on his head was sitting on the ground with his knees crossed, his hands clenched in a Daoist dictation, and a mysterious Qi lingering around his body, not like a mortal.
The Daoist priest had a handsome face and appeared to be in his twenties, but his aura of indifference and simplicity was such that one could not help but overlook his young face.
Hearing Qing Yu’s words, the young Daoist slowly opened his eyes, and his ancient wellless eyes looked at the white-haired Daoist standing at the top of the tree, nodding slightly, “I am Xuan Du, I have met you.”
“Xuan Du? Your name makes me feel like I’ve heard it all before. I heard that when Lord Tai Shang Dao was walking in the jungle in the past, his name was Xuan Du. What is your relationship with Lord Tai Shang Dao?” Qing Yu asked, fondling Qiu Li’s scabbard with the fingers of his left hand.
“Tai Shang Dao is a single lineage, one master and one disciple, the master is Tai Shang and the disciple is Xuan Du. The Xuan Du of the past is the Tai Shang of today. The Xuandu of today is the Tai Shang of the future.” The Taoist priest named Xuan Du said indifferently.
‘In that case, he is the Daoist son of Tai Shang.’ Qing Yu thought to himself as he examined the young Daoist priest below him.
Taishang Daozi, once the number one on the human list. His person was incomparably mysterious and his movements were erratic. His battle records in the eyes of the world were few and far between, but it was these few battles that made him the undisputed number one on the People’s List.
He once overpowered Zhang Yangping with a snap of his fingers, and with his mere presence, he scared the old scoundrel Lin Huai Gou, the oldest man on the human list, into not daring to move. Although he was a mysterious man, legends of him have been pa*sed down in the jianghu.
There was once a Tong Shen realm powerhouse who claimed that he would be the first person of his generation to advance to Tong Shen.
Of course, all this is in the past. At this time, Tai Shang Daozi was already at the True Dan realm, a realm so different from the past that he could no longer be viewed with the same old eyes.
If he was still wasting away in the Divine Origin realm, Qing Yu would not have treated him with such solemnity.
“I did not expect that I would be able to meet Tai Shang Daozi today, I am indeed fortunate.” Qing Yu floated to the ground and smiled at Xuan Du.
“I can feel that we are of the same path, otherwise, why would I have invited you down to see me?”
Xuan Du slowly rose and took a step forward, his indifferent face without a ripple, but his body had an invisible Qi, slowly pressed towards Qing Yu, “Saints forget love, the lowest is less than love, love is only in the mortal generation. Fellow Daoist, what I have said is correct.”
“Yes, and no.”
The smile on Qing Yu’s face faded into thin air, as if it had never appeared before, and his indifferent and distant eyes appeared in his eyes.
“To forget love is not to be heartless. The Dao is emotionless but affectionate, the Dao is affectionate but emotionless, to be in love and not to be burdened by love is the right way of the Dao. The state of mind of the Daoist is said to be forgetful of love, but in reality it is emotionless.”
Qing Yu gazed into Xuan Du’s eyes and lightly stated his understanding of forgetfulness.
