You do have good judgment, knowing that our sect is wealthy.

Xiao Ruobai looked at Fatty Wang, who looked as if he was about to cry. Naturally understanding the stormy waves crashing in his heart at this moment, Xiao Ruobai could not help but laugh out loud and deliberately teased him,

"That's right, it's the very same Qingxuan Sect that you were so enthusiastically plotting against as the 'oriole behind the mantis' outside the ruins of the Motian Sect. So, what do you think? Are we quite the 'fat sheep'?"

"Big brother! My dearest big brother! Please don't scare me! I know I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!"

Fatty Wang almost knelt on the spot. His chubby face was deathly pale, and he repeatedly bowed with his hands clasped together, his voice laced with a crying tone.

"I was blind as a bat, my heart clouded by lard! How could I have known this was your sect! If I had known, even with ten thousand times the courage, I still wouldn't have dared!"

His cowardly display caused the corner of Fang Hanyu's mouth, who was standing to the side, to twitch almost imperceptibly.

Meanwhile, the usually aloof Ling Xi could not help but cast a strange glance at Fatty Wang. Her gaze was extremely complex, as if looking at an eccentric fool who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth, yet was somehow inexplicably fearless and heroic.

This Purple Bamboo Peak was the place where their Master presided. Let alone a minor Cave Heaven realm cultivator like him, even if a Great Emperor came in person, whether they could walk out vertically was still up for debate.

And you actually entertained the thought of robbing the disciples of this place?

Fatty Wang felt completely unnatural under Ling Xi's gaze. It felt like pricking needles on his back. He buried his head even lower, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to dive into.

He looked at Ling Xi pitifully, his voice carrying a pleading tone. "I truly didn't know this was your and big brother's sect. If I had known, even if you lent me a hundred guts, I wouldn't have dared!"

Fang Hanyu stood to the side with his arms crossed, a playful smile resting on his lips as he spoke unhurriedly, "You do have a good eye, though, to know that our sect is a 'fat sheep'."

These words frightened Fatty Wang into a shudder, causing another layer of cold sweat to break out. His intestines were green with regret now. Why had he been so blind back then to target the Qingxuan Sect of all places?

This was no fat sheep; it was clearly an immemorial fierce beast that could swallow him in one gulp!

Seeing him so terrified, Xiao Ruobai stopped teasing him. He restrained his smile and patted his shoulder. "Alright, I'm just joking with you. Master and everyone in the sect are not petty people. Since we brought you back with us, we naturally won't pursue past matters."

Hearing this, the heart that had leaped to Fatty Wang's throat finally settled down a bit. However, his eyes were still filled with shame and lingering fear as he looked at the three of them, whispering, "Big brother, second brother, and third sister are still the most benevolent..."

Xiao Ruobai led the three of them toward the inner sect.

Fatty Wang followed closely behind at every step. Looking at the pavilions and towers along the way that appeared simple but hid profound mysteries, as well as those disciples who seemed ordinary but actually possessed deep and solid auras, the awe in his heart grew deeper.

This Qingxuan Sect truly hid dragons and crouching tigers; it was far more terrifying than it appeared on the surface.

He secretly rejoiced. Fortunately, he hadn't actually made a move back then, otherwise he would probably have long since turned into a handful of yellow earth.

Before long, the group arrived in front of a purple bamboo forest.

Fatty Wang suddenly sniffed the spiritual energy here, and his eyes instantly went wide and round!

The spiritual energy outside had merely felt abundant, but the moment he entered the range of this purple bamboo forest, it instantly became more than a hundred times denser!

Taking a deep breath, he could feel his cultivation base faintly growing! Moreover, this spiritual energy was incomparably pure, carrying an indescribable Dao rhythm.

The purple bamboo stood tall and verdant, the leaves rustling as if containing the great Dao's celestial melodies. The forest was shrouded in mist and clouds, looking ordinary yet giving off an unfathomable feeling.

"This... this is..."

Fatty Wang looked at the purple bamboo forest in front of him in shock, only now realizing that this place was absolutely not as simple as it looked on the surface!

There was a whole world hidden within! An absolute masterstroke!

"Let's go, Master should be in the courtyard," Xiao Ruobai said, taking the lead to walk deep into the bamboo forest. Fang Hanyu and Ling Xi followed closely behind.

Fatty Wang hurriedly gathered his thoughts, suppressing his shock, and cautiously followed at the very back, his chubby face once again filled with awe and anticipation.

This was more like it! The residence of a big shot truly could not be judged by common sense!

Passing through the quiet and secluded bamboo forest path, a simple yet elegant courtyard appeared before their eyes.

The courtyard gate was wide open. One could faintly see the stone table and stools inside, as well as... a white-robed figure sitting at the table, leisurely sipping clear tea.

The figure's aura was peaceful, as if he had merged into one with the surrounding environment. Not a trace of cultivation could be seen from him. He looked just like an ordinary youth from next door, his brows and eyes carrying a hint of lazy leisure, and the corners of his mouth even held a faint smile.

Fatty Wang froze, subconsciously glancing left and right—he didn't see anyone else?

He immediately started muttering in his heart: Who is this? Looking so young, could it be a martial brother of the big brothers?

That makes sense! Big brother Xiao and the others already possess heaven-defying talent, and the sect behind them is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. It wouldn't be strange to have a few equally young and powerful martial brothers!

He quietly assessed the white-robed youth, and the more he looked, the more he felt this person was far from simple. Although he couldn't see the depth of his cultivation, that entirely natural disposition was absolutely not something an ordinary cultivator could possess.

"The big brothers are already this strong, so their martial brothers must not be far off. Perhaps this is also a hidden genius!"

Fatty Wang thought to himself, becoming increasingly cautious. He even lightened his breathing, deeply afraid of losing his manners in front of this martial brother.

But right at this moment, the three walking in front—Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, and Ling Xi—all stopped in their tracks. They bowed to that white-robed figure, their tone respectful to the extreme, as they spoke in unison:

"Master, your disciples have returned."

"Mas... Master?!"

Fatty Wang felt as if he had been struck on the crown of his head by a sudden thunderbolt from the nine heavens. His entire body instantly stiffened in place, his brain going completely blank. His mouth opened wide enough to fit a fist, and his eyes bulged larger than brass bells as he stared fixedly at that excessively young white-robed youth.

This... this person is...

The peerless big shot who flattened the Liuli Holy Land with a single finger, who made a terrifying existence that blotted out the sun like Little Black willingly serve as a servant, who taught monster-like disciples like Xiao Ruobai and the other two, and whom he had visualized countless times in his mind?!

The Master he had sketched in his heart was supposed to possess an immortal demeanor and Daoist bones, with pure white hair and beard, surrounded by Dao principles. Within the opening and closing of his eyes, stars should be born and destroyed. When sitting or lying down, chaotic energy should naturally swirl around him. The moment he opened his mouth, it should be the great Dao's celestial melodies, an ancient supreme being capable of casually triggering heaven and earth anomalies!

But the person in front of him...

Looked only a few years older than Big brother Xiao and the others. Dressed in simple white robes, he was leisurely drinking tea. Never mind Dao principles or anomalies, he didn't even emit the slightest oppressive aura of an expert. He looked exactly like a carefree noble young master!

Hearing their words, Gu Changge rubbed the slightly cool rim of his cup with his fingertips. He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Xiao Ruobai's trio, his tone flat and without waves: "You're back."

Immediately after, his gaze landed on Fatty Wang, who was standing stiffly at the courtyard gate.

That gaze seemed gentle, but it seemed to carry a penetrating power that saw through everything. The moment it touched him, Fatty Wang's entire body stiffened, feeling as if he had been seen through completely from the inside out.

His past thoughts, his recent shock, and even the slight bit of luck and apprehension hidden at the bottom of his heart had nowhere to hide, as if he were standing naked under the blazing sun.

He instinctively held his breath, every ounce of fat on his body tensing up. He didn't even dare to breathe heavily.

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