Chapter 1021: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 1021 Senior Brother Qin!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Luo Sha's whole body stiffened.

The shoulder Xu Zhangqing had patted still retained the warmth from the palm, but this warmth now felt like a branding iron, scalding hot.

He stood in place, his eyes—which were usually half-narrowed, carrying a touch of laziness and coldness—were now wide open, his pupils slightly contracting.

His lips moved a few times, but not a single word came out.

Originally thought, he had disguised himself well.

Jiuyou Sect Sect Master Luo Sha, decisive in killing, ruthless in methods, no one had ever doubted the face beneath this mask.

Even to the point that Qin Baili had grown accustomed to the name "Luo Sha," accustomed to speaking, acting, and thinking under this identity.

And the name Qin Baili was like a copper coin buried beneath the deep sea, rust-stained, long since should have been forgotten by everyone.

But now, Xu Zhangqing had called it out all at once.

Not "Luo Sha," not "Sect Master Luo," but "Qin Shixiong."

Called so naturally, intimately, as if the interval of over a hundred years had never existed.

"You..."

Qin Baili's Adam's apple rolled up and down once before he barely found his tone: "When did you discover it?"

Xu Zhangqing withdrew his right hand, then replied: "As early as our first meeting, I felt inexplicably familiar."

Qin Baili frowned tightly: "First meeting?"

"Mm."

Xu Zhangqing nodded slightly, his gaze carrying a hint of scrutiny: "The aura on your body is indeed well hidden, but some things cannot be hidden."

Such as temperament, feeling, even that proud figure.

At the time I only felt familiar, but did not think in that direction.

After all, everyone says Qin Baili died in that explosion over a hundred years ago.

He paused, then continued: "Later, when I first met Lu Chen Yuan, I finally confirmed it."

Why, a decisive evil cultivator leader, would be so friendly to me?

Why, someone who does not place human life in his eyes, would be so courteous to me?

However, how many whys can there be?

It all comes down to the other side being one of our own!

Qin Baili suddenly understood: "I see."

Xu Zhangqing looked directly into Qin Baili's eyes, seriously saying: "Qin Baili, a thirty-year-old Earth Grade Golden Core Sword Path genius, the most dazzling person of that generation of Dongting Immortal Sect."

Everyone thought you were reduced to ashes in that explosion.

But in fact, you not only survived, but also infiltrated the Huang Quan Alliance, playing a beautiful inside-outside coordination.

Upon hearing this, Qin Baili fell silent for a long time.

At this moment, his heart was even more a mixture of feelings.

Over these hundred-plus years, he had grown accustomed to keeping to himself, accustomed to facing everyone and everything under the identity of Luo Sha.

How many times sitting alone late at night, he would take out that broken sword and wipe it repeatedly, the only thing left beside him after the explosion, belonging to Qin Baili.

Every time after wiping it, he would tell himself to endure a little longer, endure until the day of revenge and vindication.

But in fact, whether that day would come or not, no one knew.

After a long while, he finally exhaled a long breath.

This breath was exhaled very slowly, very heavily, as if removing the stone pressing on his chest for over a hundred years, bit by bit.

"Over a hundred years."

Qin Baili's voice was somewhat hoarse; he raised his right hand, pinched the mask almost fused with his skin, his fingertips exerting slight force, removing the false face worn for over a hundred years, then revealing a middle-aged face full of vicissitudes.

Between his eyebrows were engraved two deep vertical lines, his temples already frosted white, his jawline still hard as if carved by a knife.

Only those eyes, in the depths of the pupils shining with sharp light, as if that young Sword Cultivator who once looked down on the world over a hundred years ago was still alive.

"After so long, there is actually still someone who remembers the name Qin Baili."

"Actually still someone remembers, Dongting Immortal Sect once had such a young and ignorant Sword Cultivator."

"And this person, actually is you, Junior Brother Xu!"

He raised his head, looking at Xu Zhangqing, his eyes surging with indescribable emotion.

Speaking of it, he and Xu Zhangqing were not very close.

Over a hundred years ago, the time they spent as fellow disciples added up to not long, the words spoken and faces met, over and over, were just a few times.

Back then, Xu Zhangqing was completely unremarkable.

And Qin Baili was already a Sword Path genius watched by ten thousand eyes.

Between the two, there was a chasm called "Aptitude."

One was a heaven's pride famous under heaven, the other an obscure spirit farmer silently in a corner.

But such a person who had only met a few times had remembered him for over a hundred years.

Not remembering the name "Qin Baili," but recognizing him.

"You have worked hard."

Qin Baili said in a low voice: "It was not in vain that I hibernated in the Huang Quan Alliance for so many years."

One person, in an environment full of evil cultivators — the pressure was self-evident.

But back then, all he wanted was to avenge the fellow disciples who had been blown to death.

Xu Zhangqing looked at him seriously, his tone even more solemn than before: "Qin Shixiong, you don't need to disguise yourself anymore."

Lu Chen Yuan is dead, the Huang Quan Alliance is a group of dragons without a leader, and now they are nothing to fear."

Qin Baili gave an "oh," neither confirming nor denying it.

He of course knew Lu Chen Yuan was dead, and also knew the Huang Quan Alliance was a group of dragons without a leader.

But he always felt this matter wasn't that simple, and wouldn't end easily.

Xu Zhangqing said in a deep voice: "Next, the Central Region will be breached by the Demon Realm."

And beside me, there are far too few helpers."

Those capable of helping me include Vice Sect Master Mo Qiu Shui — this man is meticulous, a Fu Dao Grandmaster, and not weak in strength."

Second Disciple Lin Feng counts as one too; his talent isn't top-tier, but he makes up for it with a steady mind and reliable actions."

As for Eldest Disciple Sun Shangxiang, Third Disciple Qingyao, Elder Sister Yu Caiqing, Elder Brother Li Sancai, Junior Brother Han Su — their strength isn't enough; they can only handle miscellaneous tasks within the sect and can't hold up the scene outside at all."

Those truly able to stay by my side, besides Mo Qiu Shui and Lin Feng, only Li Chuan remains."

At most, just three people."

After speaking, he stared straight at Qin Baili, the meaning going without saying.

To this, Qin Baili took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, his tone had regained its usual coldness: "I don't refuse, but I have one condition."

Xu Zhangqing nodded: "Speak."

Qin Baili said slowly: "The name Qin Baili — let it stay in the past."

No need for everyone to know that the sword cultivator from back then has returned."

He looked at Xu Zhangqing, a flicker of wistfulness in his eyes: "It's been over a hundred years; few remember Qin Baili anyway."

Those who remember also all think he's dead."

Now jumping out to say he's not dead — how many people would care?"

The past is past; whether he returns or not means nothing to the Tianyuan Realm."

As long as you still remember, that's enough."

Xu Zhangqing smiled slightly, quietly waiting for what came next.

Sure enough, the next second, Qin Baili changed the subject: "But if you truly need helpers, the Rakshasa of the Jiuyou Sect can disappear."

Elder Qin of the Qingmu Sect can appear!"