After greeting the five people, Tu Shan Hanyan returned to Gu Changyuan's side.
Gu Changyuan patted her head again, then swept his gaze over all the disciples present:
"Since the introductions are done, Lingxi, Little Yi, Little Feng.
Take Qingling and the others to their respective peaks to arrange their accommodations first, and then introduce them to the elders of each peak."
Yue Lingxi, Xiao Yi, and Han Feng replied in unison, then led Gongsun Qingling and the other two away.
Seeing that besides herself and Qin Yu, only the two senior sisters were left in the area, Fang Yuwei also spoke up:
"Master, Sixth Senior Brother and I will also take our leave first."
Gu Changyuan nodded:
"Alright."
After the two left, Gu Changyuan's gaze fell upon Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi.
Being looked at by their Master like this, the two felt inexplicably nervous.
"I know."
Gu Changyuan spoke slowly, his tone peaceful:
"You are very unaccustomed to the sudden change in your identities today.
And you have many doubts—wondering why I took you in as disciples."
Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi exchanged a glance, then nodded in unison.
Indeed.
They themselves did not understand what virtues or abilities they possessed to be favored by such a mighty figure.
Gu Changyuan continued:
"Actually, your talents are not as simple as they appear on the surface."
He looked at Jun Mukong:
"Xiao Kong, you possess the Void Dao Body."
Then he looked at Jun Anshi:
"Xiao Shi, you possess the Chrono Dao Body."
"Both of you possess ancient space-time physiques rarely seen in ten thousand years. You could be called true peerless geniuses."
As his voice fell, Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi were stunned.
Void Dao Body?
Chrono Dao Body?
Ancient space-time physiques?
Them...?
Looking at their bewildered expressions, Gu Changyuan explained:
"The reason you haven't felt it is that these physiques have not awakened yet.
That is why your aptitudes seemed somewhat mediocre."
He paused, the corners of his mouth curving up slightly:
"However, I can help you complete the awakening."
"When the time comes, you will no longer need to feel inferior due to low talent.
Instead, you must face your identities and your talents head-on."
Gu Changyuan raised his right hand, and two streams of spiritual energy slowly condensed in his palm.
The first stream of spiritual energy trembled gently.
The frequency of the tremor was extremely fast, so fast it was almost invisible, yet one could clearly feel it—the space around it was fluctuating violently.
Fine ripples spread outwards with the spiritual energy at the center, causing layers of folds wherever they passed.
Occasionally, when a few ripples collided, they would directly tear open pitch-black fissures, revealing the nothingness of chaos within.
That was the power of space.
The second stream of spiritual energy presented a completely different scene.
It quietly hovered in Gu Changyuan's palm without any fluctuation or tremor.
But if one stared at it, they would find that everything around it was slowing down.
The flow of the air, the drifting of spiritual energy, and even the light around that stream of spiritual energy seemed to have sunk into a quagmire, slowing down at a visible rate.
What was even more bizarre was that the spiritual energy itself was slowly "reversing."
It wasn't moving, but reversing in its state of existence.
That was the power of time.
Gu Changyuan looked at the two streams of spiritual energy in his palm, the corners of his mouth curving up slightly.
He withdrew the spiritual energy and his gaze fell back onto Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi, his tone gentle:
"Of course, I won't demand that you adapt to your identities right away. Just take your time."
He paused, a hint of a smile in his eyes:
"Here with me, there is no need for complicated formalities.
Your senior brothers and sisters also interact according to their own personalities and habits.
You are the same; just act naturally and don't feel constrained."
Hearing this, a warm current welled up in Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi's hearts.
They looked at their Master before them, their eyes full of gratitude and respect.
To be honest, they wouldn't develop any arrogance just because their Master pointed out their physiques.
Quite the opposite.
They knew very well that if their Master hadn't stepped in to save them today, they would have long died under the blades of those pursuers.
No matter how strong the dormant physiques in their bodies were, without a perceptive person to recognize them, and without the opportunity to awaken.
They would ultimately be nothing but a speck of dust in the torrent of thousands of competing geniuses, perishing silently.
It was their Master who had given them a second life.
And it was their Master who had given them a chance to truly show themselves.
The two exchanged a glance, then bowed together:
"Yes, Master."
Gu Changyuan nodded in satisfaction.
With a wave of his right hand—
A ray of light flew from his fingertips, landing on the periphery of the circular area formed by the ten disciples' residences surrounding his own dwelling.
Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi only saw two exquisite houses rising from the ground at a visible speed.
First the foundations, then the beams and pillars, followed by the walls, doors, windows, and roofs...
Every brick and tile, every piece of wood and stone, under the guidance of that light, landed precisely where they belonged.
In just ten breaths of time.
Two brand-new houses stood there.
Their style remained consistent with the surrounding buildings.
Gu Changyuan clapped his hands and said casually:
"From now on, these will be your residences.
If there is any furniture you want to add later, or if you need anything, you can come to me, or ask your senior sisters and brothers."
"Yes, Master."
Gu Changyuan nodded:
"Alright, go familiarize yourselves with the houses first.
Some items for daily use are already inside. You two siblings take a moment to relax and adapt. Tomorrow, I will take you to meet your other senior brothers and sisters."
"Understood."
The two bowed again, then turned and walked towards their respective houses.
After the two walked far away, Gu Changyuan's gaze fell back onto Tu Shan Hanyan.
The little girl was tilting her head up, looking at him with a face full of expectation.
"Xiaoyan, did you have fun playing these past few days?"
A bright smile instantly bloomed on Tu Shan Hanyan's face, and her fluffy tail started swaying along:
"Of course I did! Senior Martial Uncle not only took me to play in Heavenly Secret City, but also went to several surrounding cities! I bought so, so much food!"
She gestured as she spoke, her excitement practically overflowing.
Gu Changyuan helplessly bent his finger and gently tapped the little girl's forehead, his tone carrying a hint of doting:
"You little girl, you really are a glutton. You never forget about food wherever you go."
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