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Like a mirage, Yuan Bai suddenly stopped his steps. He looked at the figure lying on the ground with his aged eyes, and supported Zhuge Liuyun's frail body up. His right hand shot out a beam of golden light into Zhuge Liuyun's body.

Yuan Bai's eyes lit up, and then he let out a soft sigh. A trace of hesitation appeared between his brows, and he said, "Forget it, everything is up to fate. Why be so persistent!" After saying that, he carried Zhuge Liuyun in his arms, turned into a mirage, and quickly disappeared.

In a trance, Zhuge Liuyun felt as if he was in a dream where he was taken away by an old deity. After that, he felt as if he was soaking in a hot spring. His whole body was warm and comfortable.

After that, Zhuge Liuyun saw an old man sitting cross-legged beside him. The old man had a head of crane hair, a long beard, and thick wrinkles on his forehead. First, he revealed a strange ruddiness, similar to that of the old deity who brought him away in his dreams.

"Brat, you're awake!" While Zhuge Liuyun was daydreaming, the old man had already opened his eyes. He looked at him gently and asked.

"Old man, did you save me?" Zhuge Liuyun asked.

The corner of Yuan Bai's bearded mouth twitched as he asked in astonishment and anger, "You called me an old man? Is that what you call your savior? " As the Great Elder of the Golden Spear Sect, who would not be respectful to him? But now, someone actually dared to call him Old Man?

Facing Yuan Bai's anger, Zhuge Luoyun was completely confused. This was what he used to call the old man who brought him up. He was not angry, so he said, "Isn't this a bit too much to call you?"

Seeing Zhuge Liuyun's clear eyes staring straight at him, Yuan Bai finally gave up and said with a wry smile, "Right, right, right …"

As if he had thought of something, Yuan Bai's amiable face suddenly turned serious as he said, "Kid, you must remember what I'm about to say. Otherwise, if I lose my life because of this, this old man will not be responsible!"

Hearing Yuan Bai's serious tone, Zhuge Liuyun immediately became serious. He joked as it was a big matter related to his own life. Otherwise, Zhuge Liuyun wouldn't have been able to live till now by himself.

"Kid, you are currently in the Cloudy Dreamy Mountain's Golden Spear Sect, and my name is Yuan Bai, I am the Great Elder of the Golden Spear Sect!" However, after a moment, he continued, "Boy, I went to great lengths to see the sunrise today, but I didn't expect to meet such a silly boy like you. Coincidentally, this old man also wants to accept a disciple, and I noticed that you have some talent, so I brought you back here!"

In fact, what Yuan Bai didn't say was that although Zhuge Yuanyun had the talent to cultivate, it was far from enough. He could only be considered as someone who could barely cultivate. Such talent was something that even a small sect like the Golden Spear Sect disdained.

However, when he heard all of this, his eyes became brighter and brighter. He was excited in his heart, Xuan Cultivators were a very rare and powerful group of people in the Tian Xuan Land, they had obtained a strong and magical power through their unique cultivation methods, and they were now in the upper echelons of the entire continent. It was said that powerful Xuan Cultivators could break mountains with a wave their hands, and could topple rivers with a lift of their hands. Who would have thought that he would also have the chance to become one of them!

With a bitter smile, Yuan Bai interrupted Zhuge Yun's daydreaming and said in a deep voice, "Brat, don't think too highly of yourself. If it was before, you might have been able to walk away with the title of 'Great Elder's last disciple', but now …"

Yuan Bai's mood became even more downcast as he said, "In the world of mysterious cultivators, only the strong can protect themselves, and only the strong can control the life and death of others. Otherwise, you will only be able to live a mediocre life, and may even be killed and controlled by others. Yuan Bai looked at Zhuge Yun with a profound look, then stood up and threw a small gray bag to him, "The things in the bag are all for you. If you want to live, use them."

After Yuan Bai left, Zhuge Liuyun stood up. Only then did he discover that all the wounds on his body had completely healed. Furthermore, he had changed into a new set of clothes. He was wearing a white long robe. Before he could be happy, he found out that the token the old man left for him was gone. This made him a little flustered, although Zhuge Liuyun was not interested in some Sect Leader of the Heaven's Secrets Sect, but those things were the last things the old man left for him. It contained his memories, so it was very important.

After tossing and turning for a long time, he finally found the purple gold Eight Trigrams Dress on the bed. He opened it and saw a palm-sized golden compass wrapped in it. The eight trigram diagrams around were intertwined with each other, giving off an ancient and mysterious aura. But the strange thing was, the compass itself was unusable, because the needle of the compass had never been changed, and even though it was forced by external force, it was still unshakable, as if it was born like this.

He let out a light sigh, put down the compass that he was researching but to no avail, then turned to look at the grey bag that Yuan Bai had thrown over. The cloth bag was plain and flat, about the size of a fist and weightless in his hand. Zhuge Liuyun frowned and mumbled, "The old man is so stingy!"

He tried pouring out the contents of the bag, but something unexpected happened and a bunch of items actually appeared. The first thing he picked up were two books; one of them had the words "Golden Profound Art" written in an ancient seal, and the other had the words "Dazzling Gold Spear Art" written on it.

Next was a jade bottle with three 'Mystical Qi Pills' engraved on it. Then, there were ten shiny pieces of stone that emitted a special energy wave. Finally, there was a book wrapped in string.

With excitement, Zhuge Liuyun picked up the story of the mysterious cultivator and started to read it. With his photographic memory, it only took him half an hour to finish the book.

Mysterious Techniques, Mystical Stones, Medicinal Pills, Heavenly Treasures, Divine Weapons, Treasures and so on were all indispensable to the world of Mysterious Cultivators. Next, the world of Mysterious Cultivators was even more dangerous.

After reading all of this, the waves in Zhuge Liuyun's heart surged even more. He put away the low-rank mystical stones and other things on the bed, and left only the "Golden Mysterious Technique" to start his first practice.

According to the cultivation technique, the first step of cultivating the Xuan Qi was to sense the Heaven and Earth, until Xuan Qi was produced in the body. Of course, this world referred to the inner world, which was the inner part of the body. It did not refer to the outside world, which was not something an ordinary person could touch.

Sitting cross-legged with an open mind and silently circulating a specific mental cultivation method, Zhuge Liuyun began to comprehend the mystical Qi. This was an extremely boring and boring process. During this period of time, he had to maintain an ethereal state and not slack off in the slightest. One hour, four hours, six hours … Time passed by slowly just like that. Six hours had already passed, and even Zhuge Liuyun felt his body becoming numb, yet his body remained empty like a wild field.

It was recorded in "Golden Profound Art" that those with outstanding talent could sense profound energy in one hour, those with mediocre talent could sense profound energy in six hours, and those with poor talent could sense profound energy in five hours. However, he had been like this for such a long time now. It seemed that his talent was far worse than his own.

He smiled wryly in his heart, but he was not discouraged. Finally, when the eighth hour was about to end, a trace of special energy fluctuations suddenly appeared within his body and started to gather within his dantian.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he immediately started to circulate his Golden Mystical Technique, and strands of golden energy began to gather. Two hours passed, and Xiao Sheng opened his eyes.

"Bang, bang, bang …" He suddenly heard a knock on the door and was startled. He opened the door and found a twenty-something year old man wearing gray clothes. There was a golden gun imprint embroidered on his collar. He had a thick face and was holding a lunchbox.

The man smiled gently at Zhuge Liuyun and said, "Brother Zhuge, I am Liu Qianqi. I brought you food on my Master's orders." He had gone into the house and laid food on the table.

"Could it be that Brother Liu is also Master's disciple?" Zhuge Liuyun asked.

"Hehe, how can I be compared to junior? I am just an honorary disciple of master. My status is completely different from junior's." Liu Qianqian replied with a smile, but a trace of hatred and hatred flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"Senior brother Liu, don't belittle yourself. I still need your care!" Zhuge Chaoyun shook his head and smiled gently as he said humbly. He took out an low grade mystical stone and quietly placed it in Liu Qianqian's hand. He had been wandering since he was young, so he naturally knew some ways to survive. As the saying went, money is good work, only benefits can move others, and thus there would be less trouble.

Seeing the glow that was unique to the mystical stones, Liu Qianqi's smile became even more ardent. After exchanging greetings for a moment, he finally bid his farewells to Xiao Sheng. The smile on his face instantly disappeared, and what replaced it was endless hatred and envy. He said in a voice that only he could hear, "You little bastard, all these things belong to me, I will get them back sooner or later, hmph!"

At this moment, Zhuge Liuyun was immersed in the battle with the food. He would never have thought that not only did he not reduce the trouble, but it became even more troublesome.

He wiped out the food like a tornado and burped comfortably. It could be said that ever since the old man had passed away, he had never had a meal as heartily as this.

He held an exquisite jade pot in his hand, and his nose was twitching. The intoxicating aroma of the wine invaded Zhuge Guanyun's sense of smell. He took a sip, and the warm feeling made him feel intoxicated.

The old man often drank with a gourd-shaped jug in his hand. Over time, the little Zhuge Chaoyun also learned about it, and from then on, there was another little alcoholic in the world. It was a pity that the jug of wine was buried together with the old man's corpse. Besides, Zhuge Liuyun didn't have the spare money to buy wine. It was a joyous event in his life to revisit!

(This book will definitely not break or write for no reason. This is for sure, but for important matters, everyone will definitely support me. Please read through this book and everyone, if you see it, please pick a collection.