Chapter 1 The Beginning

It was still about eight days before the birthday of the Linglong Holy Lord.

He could only stay in the Ziqing Holy Land for a maximum of seven days. Spending one day using the formation to travel would be just about right.

The distance from the Wanchu Holy Land to the Ziqing Holy Land wasn't very far, but to increase the speed, Lu Changsheng rode the Ziqing Dual Swords, heading towards the Ziqing Holy Land at an extremely fast pace.

The Ziqing Dual Swords under his feet didn't take the form of flying swords, but rather formed a purple and cyan light beneath his feet.

In just half a day,

Lu Changsheng arrived at the Ziqing Holy Land.

The Ziqing Holy Land was filled with magnificent buildings and immortal palaces. Lu Changsheng felt that the Ziqing Holy Land was somewhat similar to the Shumen Holy Land—not completely, but similar in some aspects.

Before Lu Changsheng could take the initiative to pay his respects, the voice of the Ziqing Holy Lord sounded.

"Ziqing disciples, follow me to welcome Lu Changsheng!"

As the loud voice echoed, countless sword lights appeared instantly. All the disciples of the Ziqing Holy Land gathered, riding their flying swords in a grand manner, and came to welcome Lu Changsheng outside the holy land.

The ten thousand disciples welcomed him with great fanfare, showing immense respect.

No, it was even too terrifying.

Although he was the Daomen Senior Brother, the Kylin Child of Zhongzhou, and had achieved so many small accomplishments, it was still an exaggeration for the entire holy land to welcome him.

Even the Ziqing Holy Lord came out to greet him personally. This was a great honor.

Lu Changsheng immediately bowed from afar and said, "Holy Lord welcomes me with such a grand ceremony, it is truly a great favor. Changsheng is ashamed."

To be honest, neither the Yin Yang Holy Land, the Shumen Holy Land, nor the Wanchu Holy Land had shown as much respect as the Ziqing Holy Land. The Holy Lord of the Holy Land personally came to welcome him, making it seem as if they were welcoming the return of their founding patriarch.

"No! Nephew Changsheng is recognized by the Ziqing Dual Swords, which means he has a connection with my Ziqing Holy Land, a connection with the two patriarchs of my Ziqing Holy Land. This grand welcome is not just for Nephew Changsheng."

"More importantly, it is to welcome the Ziqing Dual Swords. The patriarchs have said that if anyone comes to the Ziqing Holy Land carrying the Ziqing Dual Swords, they must be welcomed with great ceremony. So, Nephew Changsheng, don't be restrained."

The Ziqing Holy Lord said this,

informing Lu Changsheng why he was being welcomed with such a grand ceremony.

"So, that's the rule." Lu Changsheng didn't feel any sense of loss. On the contrary, if so many people really came to welcome him, Lu Changsheng would feel that something was wrong.

"Nephew Changsheng, you must be tired from your journey. I have prepared a banquet. Nephew Changsheng, don't be polite. There will be delicacies and fine wines, no less than those in the Wanchu Holy Land."

The Ziqing Holy Lord said with a hearty laugh. He was somewhat gaunt, like a solitary swordsman, but his personality was also very straightforward. He directly invited Lu Changsheng to the banquet.

In fact, he had attended too many banquets these past few days, eating delicacies every meal, which had become a bit tiresome.

However, since the Ziqing Holy Land was treating him with such hospitality, Lu Changsheng couldn't refuse, so he naturally followed the Ziqing Holy Lord to the banquet.

"I am Li Ran, the Holy Son of Ziqing. Greetings, Senior Brother Lu."

The Ziqing Holy Son, Li Ran, bowed to Lu Changsheng, appearing very respectful and courteous.

"Junior Brother Li, you are too polite. I have long admired your name."

Lu Changsheng gave a classic opening line. Anyway, whether he knew them or not, he would say he had long admired them first.

"What great name do I have? I can't compare to one-hundredth of Senior Brother Lu's."

Li Ran said with a wry smile, just like his master, somewhat upright.

How am I supposed to answer when you say that?

"Junior Brother Li, you jest, you jest."

Lu Changsheng chuckled lightly.

Then, he followed Li Ran to the main peak of Ziqing, where the banquet had been prepared. At the banquet, Li Ran kept offering wine, and the other true disciples of the Ziqing Holy Land also praised him incessantly.

Kylin Child of this generation, peerless genius, immortal sword of ancient times, integration of sword arrays, in short, they said all the nice things they could without spending a penny, which reminded Lu Changsheng of someone.

Qian Yiyuan.

Yes, that Qian Yiyuan who didn't know what to say.

However, what surprised Lu Changsheng was,

the Ziqing Holy Land didn't say anything about making him a Supreme Elder or some kind of Dharma Protector Elder.

This really made Lu Changsheng a little unaccustomed.

But when the banquet was about to end, the Ziqing Holy Lord raised his glass and looked at Lu Changsheng.

"Nephew Changsheng, you have gained the recognition of the Ziqing Dual Swords, which means you have a connection with the two patriarchs of my Ziqing Holy Land. Naturally, you are also related to the Ziqing Holy Land. I won't say any sentimental words. All disciples, listen to my order!"

"From now on, when you see Lu Changsheng, you will all address him as Senior Brother. Li Ran, you too, understand?"

The Ziqing Holy Lord spoke like this, directly arranging the title of Senior Brother for Lu Changsheng.

And this Senior Brother was no longer just the meaning of Daomen Senior Brother, but the true Ziqing Holy Land Senior Brother.

Sure enough, in the end, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of being a butterfly. You are a blessing and also a tribulation.

Those who are lucky cannot escape the calamity.

What is supposed to come will eventually come, and what is not supposed to come will occasionally come too.

The banquet ended.

The Ziqing Holy Lord asked the Holy Son to take Lu Changsheng to an upper room to rest.

In the blink of an eye, it was late at night.

Lu Changsheng didn't fall asleep.

He only slept occasionally and didn't sleep every day. When it was quiet at night, he would always look up at the stars, wondering which one was his planet.

And just at the hour of yin (3-5 AM),

a figure appeared outside the door.

It was the Ziqing Holy Lord.

Lu Changsheng sensed it instantly.

Of course, this was also because the Ziqing Holy Lord didn't choose to hide. Otherwise, Lu Changsheng would have found it difficult to notice.

However, when the Ziqing Holy Lord arrived, he didn't knock on the door directly, but waited outside for a long time.

A full hour later, the Ziqing Holy Lord finally knocked on the door.

Creak.

Opening the door, although Lu Changsheng was curious about what the Ziqing Holy Lord was doing visiting late at night, he was still very respectful and said, "Changsheng greets the Holy Lord."

Seeing Lu Changsheng, a look of hesitation appeared in the Ziqing Holy Lord's eyes.

He didn't speak.

He just stood outside the door, silent.

"Holy Lord, if there is anything Changsheng can help with, I will not refuse. The Daomen under Heaven is one family. Changsheng is not only the Daomen Senior Brother but also has a connection with the Ziqing Dual Swords. If I can help the Ziqing Holy Land, it can be regarded as repaying this karma."

Although he didn't know what the Ziqing Holy Lord's purpose was, Lu Changsheng knew that the other party must be asking for something.

Instead of awkwardly staring at each other here,

it was better to speak directly, make things clear, and be more proactive. This could be considered giving a favor.

Sure enough, with Lu Changsheng being so direct, the Ziqing Holy Lord sighed and then said,

"Since Nephew Changsheng has said so, it would seem a bit pretentious if I didn't say it."

"I implore Nephew Changsheng, save my Ziqing Holy Land."

The Ziqing Holy Lord opened his mouth, and one sentence made Lu Changsheng surprised.

Save my Ziqing Holy Land?

This was the Ziqing Holy Land, known as one of the top ten holy lands in Zhongzhou. What kind of trouble had they encountered that would make the Ziqing Holy Lord say such a thing?

He didn't think too much and said, "Holy Lord, please speak clearly."