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Chapter 1401: A Century of Reunion "Hm, it's that girl."

After advancing beyond the Separation and Union stage, Lin Xuan not only saw a significant increase in his cultivation but also greatly enhanced hearing and vision.

His gaze swept over several streaks of flying light. His expression showed clear surprise as he hadn't expected to meet an old acquaintance so soon after returning to the Baitian Pavilion. Was it the little girl's turn on duty today?

Thoughts raced through his mind as those streaks of light approached him.

Before him stood a young woman, tall and beautiful, her appearance surpassing Ye Ping'er in many ways. Though she couldn't be considered breathtakingly beautiful, she certainly lived up to the description of having bright eyes and a sweet smile.

"Salutations, Senior Aunty."

The two on-duty cultivators hurriedly bowed, though their opponent was merely an early-stage Condensation Core cultivator, her status in the Baitian Pavilion far exceeded that of several elders.

It was said that even seeing the two Pavilion Masters required addressing them as sisters.

"Zhousheng, is this you and your companion's doing? You say someone—"

Before she could finish, her voice abruptly stopped. Her gaze landed on Lin Xuan’s face, and a look of disbelief flashed in her eyes, her voice trembling slightly.

"Senior Ancestor, are you… Are you back?"

Of course, this girl was Moon’s beloved disciple.

Lin Xuan's expression softened as well. As the saying goes, love for one extends to their house. Just as he intended to greet her, Moon rushed out of the Tianji Manor like a gust of wind.

The two women were very close; though they were master and disciple by title, they were practically sisters.

"Xuan'er, is it really you?"

The young girl hadn't expected such a quick reunion with her beloved disciple. They had been apart for a century, so she had plenty to say.

"Senior… Senior Master?"

Zheng Ban was taken aback, his face showing extreme joy as he rushed over like a whirlwind and embraced Moon: "Senior Master, I— I finally see you again."

Before he could finish, tears welled up in his eyes.

Lin Xuan couldn't help but feel speechless. This girl, an early-stage Condensation Core cultivator, was openly weeping before her juniors, not caring if they would laugh at her.

He had seen many things in his travels, but this situation was truly unprecedented. He didn’t know how to handle it for a moment.

After nearly a cup of tea’s time, Zheng Zhen finally remembered that their senior ancestor was still waiting and blushed: "I'm sorry, Senior Ancestor, Xuan'er has been too rude."

"It's fine."

Lin Xuan smiled and waved his hand. He wouldn't take offense over such a trivial matter.

"Thank you, Senior Ancestor."

Zheng Ban’s face lit up with a sweet smile before she turned to the other cultivators beside her: "What are you all standing around for? Quickly pay respects to Grand Elder."

Before her words were out, she waved her hand and sent another transmission scroll.

"What, is this senior elder the Supreme Elder?"

The cultivators were shocked. Although Lin Xuan was the true master behind Baitian Pavilion, it was managed by three women—Zheng Ying, Zheng Yun, and Zheng Zhen. Few people had seen him in person, so most only knew his name. No one doubted Zheng Xuan’s words as they all knelt down.

"Rise."

Lin Xuan sipped his tea before speaking calmly: "Yes, please."

A quarter of an hour later, Lin Xuan was welcomed into a grand hall. Though it couldn’t compare to the vastness of the Heavenly Sea Pavilion, its splendor far surpassed any secular palace.

Only three people were in the hall—Lin Xuan and two Pavilion Masters from Baitian Pavilion.

Moon wasn't at the Tianji Manor; she had gone to her disciple’s cave for a private chat. Ye Ping'er was still new and hadn’t been brought down yet, so Lin Xuan sent someone to take her away.

"Sir, please drink."

Zheng Ying personally brewed tea for Lin Xuan. Despite not seeing each other in a century, she remained as generous as ever, more understanding than before.

Zheng Yun’s face was full of smiles; both had advanced to late-stage Condensation Core.

Compared to Zheng Yun, her talent was better, and her cultivation was slightly higher, nearing the peak of Condensation Core.

About a month ago, they learned from the messenger of the Heavenly Sea Pavilion about Lin Xuan's news. Both were thrilled but only truly relieved after seeing him in person.

"Congratulations on advancing beyond Separation and Union, my lady," Zheng Ying bowed gracefully with genuine joy on her face.

"Not bad; at just over three hundred years old, you've entered the legendary realm of Separation and Union. No one before or after will surpass you. I believe you can advance further to ascend to the Spirit Realm."

Zheng Yun’s clear voice was always soothing to the ears.

"Enough, we are family. Why do these two girls need to flatter me? Tell me about the current state of Baitian Pavilion?"

Lin Xuan took a sip of tea and spoke calmly.

"Yes, sir," Zheng Ying lowered her head, combed her hair, and opened her lips: "Since your departure a century ago—"

Meanwhile, several thousand miles away.

Tianzhou, in the Demonic Realm Mountains.

In a dark and eerie cave deep within the mountains.

"Is that so? You’ve finally made up your mind?"

A voice, neither male nor female, echoed with excitement on Feng Liang’s strange face.

"Yes, Master."

Field Xiaojian nodded resolutely. After days of contemplation, he had agreed to the suggestion of absorbing demonic energy into his body.

Choosing this path wasn’t without reason. Although Field Xiaojian was calm and ruthless by nature, he didn’t find the allure of Separation and Union too tempting. Originally, he wanted to steadily build a solid foundation before gradually advancing.

But time was pressing. Feng Liang pretended to give him time to consider but grew increasingly irritable as days passed.

His character was already unpredictable and harsh; under his roof, Field Xiaojian dared not truly anger him, fearing what this old monster might do if enraged.

Rather than die at his hands, he decided to take a chance. While the risk of absorbing demonic energy was high, there was still a chance for success.

Better to enter the tiger’s den and catch its cub. After weighing the pros and cons, Field Xiaojian decided to take the gamble.

"Master, I am willing to follow your advice. But you didn’t deceive me; do you really have an 80% chance of success?"

Field Xiaojian spoke slowly.

"Hmph, you’re too suspicious for a cultivator with such excellent talents. Would I lie about something like this? What benefit would it bring me if you died?" Feng Liang replied coldly.

That was true; after careful consideration, Field Xiaojian couldn’t find any flaws in his reasoning.

"Alright, then tell me what to do."

"It’s simple. You just need to temporarily seal your spirit awareness and all your magical energy."

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