"Shang Ling Immortal Lord, summoned by the saint!"
In Long Yun's station, a semi-saint came slowly and looked at Qin Xuan respectfully.
Qin Xuan looked sideways slightly and stood up immediately.
In a main hall within the station, Saint Long Yun was smiling all over his face.
"Chang Ling, this time, you have greatly won the glory of our Longyun Holy Land!"
"Many saints have come to congratulate you and wanted to see you, but they were all rejected by me!"
Qin Xuan was standing in the palace, but he didn't see any disturbance when he heard the words.
Sage Long Yun smiled, "Aren't you angry!?"
Qin Xuan said calmly: "Cultivation depends on oneself, external things can be superior, but they are still external things after all!"
"I have reached this point not relying on any force!"
These words made Saint Long Yun burst into laughter.
"He is indeed a man who can win the championship in a big competition. Such words are beyond the reach of others!"
He looked at Qin Xuan, full of admiration, "I'm calling you here this time for one thing!"
"Although you are in the fifth realm of Hunyuan, it is still difficult to become a saint. What's more, there are three levels to become a saint, and each step is extremely difficult. Many talented people have difficulty advancing within these levels!"
Saint Long Yun's eyes were bright, "I am a saint who has reached the second level of sainthood. I want to accept you as my disciple, are you willing!?"
Accept me as your disciple!?
When Qin Xuan heard this, his brows jumped slightly.
Although he had expected it, he never imagined that Long Yun would really dare to say this.
Regardless of his original identity, he created the Qingdi Palace, and he taught Long Yun how to become a saint. Do you want Qin Changqing to defeat Long Yun as his teacher?
Qin Xuan's lips moved slightly, and he almost blurted out.
"Sage Longyun, I'm used to being alone, taking the great road as my teacher and all things as my friends. The way of the saint may not be suitable for me!" Qin Xuan said slowly.
This sentence was completely different in the ears of Saint Long Yun. The way of the Saint may not be suitable for him?
A word that wakes up the dreamer!
"Is it possible that what you are cultivating is..." Long Yun Sheng's holy body trembled slightly.
Entering Hunyuan, there is more than just one way to become a saint.
There is also Hunyuan who went straight to the Half-Emperor and did not inherit Tianze.
Long Yun had thought of this before, but Qin Xuan took his words seriously.
The Immortal Lord Chang Ling under his command turned out to be a half-emperor and did not become a saint.
Long Yun's heart was filled with fear. Immediately, he slowly said: "In this case, it is not suitable for me to accept you as my disciple!"
"It doesn't matter, as a genius like you, you should not take the ordinary path!" Long Yun said slowly: "However, this time you avenged blood for my Longyun Holy Land, I should give you a heavy reward!"
As soon as the sound fell, a holy weapon appeared in the hands of Saint Long Yun.
This is a sword, shrouded in holy light. Next to the sword, there is a glass jade bottle, which is the holy elixir.
Qin Xuan looked at it, but there was no joy on his face.
Long Yun frowned slightly, "Are you dissatisfied?"
"No, it's by nature that you don't rejoice in things and don't grieve in yourself!" Qin Xuan said lightly.
Sage Long Yun was startled, and then he burst out laughing, "What a man who doesn't rejoice in things and doesn't grieve in himself. He deserves to be an extraordinary person!"
"Take it!"
Qin Xuan slowly took it, then nodded slightly and turned to leave.
Until Qin Xuan left, a voice sounded beside Saint Long Yun.
"Holy Lord, this person doesn't seem to have much respect for Longyun Holy Mountain!"
"The same is true for the Holy Lord!"
The person seemed to be the shadow of a ghost, with only a pair of dark red eyes emerging behind Saint Long Yun.
"If you can be as capable as this person, then you can do the same!" The smile disappeared from Saint Long Yun's face, "The strong have their own privileges!"
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Inside the station, when Qin Xuan returned, Zhao Yunshang hurriedly greeted him.
"What did the Holy Lord call you for?"
"It's just a reward!" Qin Xuan said calmly, and as he said that, he threw the holy sword and holy pill directly to Zhao Yunshang.
"I don't need it, so I'll give it to you!"
The holy light lingered, containing a touch of holy power, and Zhao Yunshang suddenly froze.
"This is a holy weapon!? This elixir..."
"Qin Xuan, do you really want to give it to me!?"
She looked at Qin Xuan in disbelief. Qin Xuan was only in the fifth realm of Hunyuan and he should be in more need than her.
Qin Xuan continued to pick up the scroll and said calmly: "I won't go!"
Not on!?
Zhao Yunshang looked at Qin Xuan and couldn't help but feel a little confused for a moment.
For the remaining few days, all the immortals from Longyun Holy Land stayed in the Qingdi Palace.
As for the key to the secret realm of time and space in Qin Xuan's hand, Qin Xuan will naturally not use it here.
Then, millions of immortals from the Five Courts left at the same time seven days later.
In Longyun Holy Land, Qin Xuan seemed to be as before, holding a scroll and brewing a pot of tea.
Immortals came to visit from time to time, but Qin Xuan never said a word. Those immortals left after asking for trouble.
And time seems to be passing quietly.
Qin Xuan took the scroll and stayed in this pavilion year after year, his ears closed to the world.
Every time it was Zhao Yunshang who brought some news to Qin Xuan, Qin Xuan would occasionally listen to it, but Zhao Yunshang's strength meant that he wouldn't hear anything very useful.
ten years!
Qin Xuan stayed in Longyun Holy Land for another ten years.
His cultivation level is constantly climbing, from the fifth realm of Hunyuan to the sixth realm.
However, the magic of returning to heaven is still there, and he has not truly returned to his peak state.
A single dull grain of flawless jade is enough to destroy its value, let alone someone like Qin Xuan.
The Emperor Yue Immortal Yuan, the Immortal Yuan Immortal Yuan, and the Qing Emperor Palace Immortal Thought in his body have still not returned to their peak, and are a little short of it.
But towards the end of the eleventh year, someone entered the pavilion and called Zhao Yunshang and Qin Xuan away.
At this moment, at the top of the Longyun Holy Mountain, a full five thousand immortals gathered here.
Everyone is in Hunyuan, and many immortals have incomprehensible expressions.
"Chang Ling Immortal Lord, do you know why the Holy Lord called us here?"
Someone came to ask Qin Xuan. Considering Qin Xuan's current status in Longyun Holy Mountain, few saints would dare to provoke him.
"I don't know!" Qin Xuan responded lightly. Beside him, Zhao Yunshang did not follow him and went elsewhere.
At this moment, a voice slowly sounded.
Immediately, five thousand immortal jade flew out from the top of the mountain, "This object was refined by the Holy Lord. If you refine it, it will be of great use!"
From the top of the mountain, a vast voice came.
The immortals were slightly shocked. They looked at the immortal jade in front of them and stared at it.
Many immortals immediately chose to refine it, while some hesitated a little, but still refined it.
Qin Xuan looked at this fairy jade, his brows slightly frowning.
"This is……"
Immediately, he looked at the top of the mountain, and there seemed to be a faint smile in his eyes.
Qin Xuan also followed the immortals to completely refine this immortal jade.
After the immortal jade was refined, it disappeared into Qin Xuan's eyebrows.
After everyone refined it, on the top of Longyun Holy Mountain, suddenly, the clouds opened and the fog dispersed.
Saint Long Yun slowly fell from the sky. This time, the holy Yun could not cover his face.
A middle-aged man clasped his hands behind his back and had a pattern of stars between his eyebrows.
All the immortals were suddenly shocked and bowed in obeisance.