Chapter 125: Why Is the Immortal Sect an Immortal Sect?

"Uncle, let me speak first." Mo Mo Bu Yu felt his matter might be more important: "Just now, I..."

He had only spoken a few words when he suddenly fell silent, his expression growing dazed.

What just happened?

Mo Mo Bu Yu felt his mind was blank, save for a single phrase flickering within it.

The Dao-Union Blade Cultivator, seeing him suddenly freeze, asked with concern: "What were you going to say, Mo Bu Yu?"

"I was going to say..." Mo Mo Bu Yu strained to search his memory, yet found nothing—finally, he muttered unconsciously the phrase that flashed in his mind: "Xin Xin You Suo Huan..."

Xin Xin You Suo Huan? The Dao-Union Blade Cultivator's expression shifted slightly—had Mo Bu Yu really figured it out? Sigh...

"Since you've figured it out, I won't hide it from you anymore."

Huh? Mo Mo Bu Yu snapped back to awareness, feeling bewildered inside.

What did I figure out?

"That's right—Ruyan... she has become my Dao Partner."

The Dao-Union Blade Cultivator's eyes held a trace of guilt, yet also a sense of relief.

Hum~ Only a buzzing filled his ears; Mo Mo Bu Yu's expression went slack, his mind, already empty, now utterly void.

Little sister... became Uncle's Dao Partner?

"When the Desert Blade Gate merged into the Righteous Alliance, there was a brief period of turmoil. Your master was severely injured and fell into a coma."

"It was then that Ruyan came to me and said she had long since..."

The Dao-Union Blade Cultivator explained the events of that year, but Mo Mo Bu Yu heard nothing—only a deafening buzz in his skull.

"Dad!"

A clear, melodious voice stirred a sense of familiarity in Mo Mo Bu Yu and pulled his thoughts back.

Looking toward the source of the voice, he saw a petite girl in a school uniform running toward him—her familiar features seemed to merge with a voice from his memory.

"Little sister!" he cried out involuntarily.

Then the petite girl rushed over, grabbed the Dao-Union Blade Cultivator's arm, and gazed curiously at Mo Mo Bu Yu with sparkling eyes.

"Dad, who is this...?"

"This is your Senior Brother Mo." The Dao-Union Blade Cultivator explained, then turned to Mo Mo Bu Yu: "Mo Bu Yu, this is my daughter with Ruyan—Liu Yingying."

"Hello, Senior Brother Mo."

Liu Yingying greeted cheerfully, extending a slender, pale hand.

Mo Mo Bu Yu finally understood everything—his body reeled as if struck by lightning, standing frozen in place.

One cultivation retreat later, the little sister he liked became a senior, and had a daughter calling him Senior Brother.

Is there anything more tragic in this world? What a classic case of the green-haired lad meeting the victim.

Hmm...

But then again, that wasn't quite right—the little sister had always liked this uncle.

Then how should one describe this situation?

"The world is vast—truly, nothing is impossible." Xu Xing, shouldering the black-and-white Dao banner, sighed.

Xiang Yuanjun now turned her gaze toward Mo Mo Bu Yu; in her perception, countless threads of karmic connection wove into a net, each linked to the others, one tug moving all.

Yet two of these karmic threads were especially thick, entwined and stretching far into the distance.

They belonged to Mo Mo Bu Yu and Liu Yingying.

Clearly, without external interference, these two were destined to share a karmic entanglement.

What scene would unfold then?

"Indeed, as Brother Dao said—the world is vast, nothing is impossible." She too sighed softly.

Hum~ Xu Xing retracted the black-and-white Dao banner.

"Let's go—we should leave this place."

He found the young Sword Sect disciples' on-the-spot responses and handling adequate; there was no need to remain longer. "Mm."

Xiang Yuanjun gave a slight nod, then vanished alongside Xu Xing.

As for the karmic entanglement between Mo Mo Bu Yu and Liu Yingying, neither intended to interfere.

It was amusing—judging from their karmic ties, had no external force intervened, Mo Mo Bu Yu might have had a sliver of a chance at Dao Union.

But severing this karmic thread would drastically reduce that possibility.

So, let it unfold as it will.

City Hall, Mayor's Office.

"That's roughly the situation."

"Thank you, Elder. I will draft a report and send it to the Ancient Cultivator Response Department shortly."

"Appreciated."

Zixuan Zhenjun gave a slight nod. Before him stood a tall, well-groomed young man—the mayor of Qingqiu City.

"I should be the one thanking you for your assistance," the mayor said with sincere tone.

But upon hearing this, Zixuan Zhenjun's eyes flickered with annoyance.

"It is my duty. No thanks needed."

Then, behind Zixuan Zhenjun, space shattered like a broken mirror—he turned and stepped into it, vanishing.

Seconds later, the shattered space mended itself.

"He saw through it." A lazy voice came from the side.

It was a youth of striking, even somewhat bewitching looks, half-leaning against the sofa, a blood-red, eerily beautiful long blade gripped in his hand.

"Your words and your heart don't match — did you really think you could hide it from a Sword Cultivator of the Combined Dao realm?"

"There's no need to conceal it." The mayor gave a gentle smile. "Whether it's talking behind his back, or sneering at him in his heart, as long as it doesn't get in the way of the senior's business, he won't blame me."

The pride of a Sword Cultivator — he wouldn't bother himself with such trifling matters.

"Do you know what that is called?" The bewitching youth tapped a finger lightly against the scabbard.

"I humbly ask the councilor to enlighten me." The mayor said deferentially.

This time, however, it was sincere.

"According to the founding Speaker of the Righteous Alliance — that is, our great Saint Emperor Yuan — what you're doing is called 'deceiving a gentleman with his own square,' or in plainer terms, bullying him for being a good man."

"The councilor's words have reason." The mayor smiled. "But I feel this is actually a kind of arrogance — the Xian Sect's arrogance toward the likes of us."

"You're thinking far too highly of yourself." The bewitching youth stood, gazing out through the massive floor-to-ceiling window. "When he left, he didn't even spare me a glance. You haven't yet earned the right to be looked down on by him."

Junior Brother should have already picked up Mo Bu Yu by now. I hope Mo Bu Yu can take it more lightly once he knows everything.

Turning around, he gripped the hilt and gave a gentle pull; a short stretch of the blood-red, gleaming blade slid free, and the afterglow of the setting sun seemed, in that instant, to be eclipsed.

"And even if this is arrogance, what can you do about it? He simply looks down on you — what can you do about it?"

The mayor felt everything in his field of vision drowned beneath an overwhelming tide of crimson light, yet he kept his smile.

"Yes, I am powerless."

Seeing him like that, the bewitching youth lost interest as well, sheathed the blade, and sat back down.

"It's precisely because there are too many people like you in the Alliance — people who don't understand the Xian Sect — that you think they're arrogant."

So long as the Alliance has no Apex existence for a single day, one must honestly keep one's head down and behave.

"Heh." The bewitching youth gave a self-mocking laugh.

The Xian Sect, ah…

Now only very few people still remember why the Xian Sect was called the Xian Sect.

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