On the other side.
Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi arrived in front of the houses Gu Changyuan had built for them.
The two houses stood side by side, connected by an exquisite corridor in the middle.
Elegant spiritual plants were planted on both sides of the corridor. A gentle breeze blew past, bringing a faint, refreshing fragrance.
The two of them first stood still in front of the corridor.
Jun Anshi looked around, and after confirming there was no one else around—
The expression on her face instantly changed from her previous dignified and reserved look to uncontrollable excitement!
"Jun Mukong!"
She lowered her voice, but couldn't suppress the ecstasy in her tone:
"Holy crap! We actually became the disciples of the Sacred Ancestor of the Celestial Holy Land! It feels like a dream!"
As she spoke, her right hand viciously grabbed her brother's left hand and pinched it hard!
"Hiss—!!!"
Jun Mukong gasped, almost jumping up in pain!
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!"
He desperately tried to pull his hand back.
"Lighter! If you think it's a dream, pinch yourself, don't pinch me!"
Jun Anshi held on tightly, her face blooming into a wide smile:
"Aren't I just too happy?"
Her eyes darted around as she suddenly thought of something.
"Right! I take back the bad things I said about you before! I didn't expect your dream to actually be true!
To think there really was an opportunity there, and such massive resources at that.
I'll still be your sister in my next life!"
Jun Mukong finally pulled his hand back. While rubbing the red pinch mark, he looked at his disrespectful sister with a look of disdain:
"Stop, stop, stop! If you pinch me again, I won't want to be your brother anymore."
Jun Anshi pouted:
"Hmph, then don't."
After saying that, she let go of his hand and skipped towards her own house.
Jun Mukong stood there, looking at his sister's cheerful back, and shook his head helplessly.
He let out a soft sigh.
Then, he also turned and walked towards his own room.
Pushing the door open, he was greeted by simple yet elegant furnishings.
A bed, a desk, a few rows of shelves, and a small cultivation area.
By the window, an unknown spiritual plant was stretching its leaves towards the sunlight.
Jun Mukong could feel the rich spiritual energy on this mountain, which was even denser than the core area of their previous sect.
He could also sense that this house seemed able to gather spiritual energy again, increasing its density by another notch.
He walked to the window, looking at the unfamiliar scenery outside, the towering main peak in the distance, and the faintly visible palaces and pavilions above the clouds.
The corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up into a slight smile.
Celestial Holy Land.
Disciple of the Sacred Ancestor.
All of this really felt like a dream.
But the red pinch mark on his hand still throbbed with a faint pain.
—It wasn't a dream.
...
Time quickly passed to the second day.
Gu Changyuan, who said he would lie down for a day and did exactly that, didn't slowly get up until the afternoon sun was at its brightest.
He stretched lazily, his bones letting out faint cracking sounds.
Muttering to himself, he shifted his figure and directly appeared outside Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi's houses.
Sensing their master's aura, the siblings walked out of their respective rooms almost simultaneously.
They came before Gu Changyuan and bowed in unison:
"Master."
Gu Changyuan nodded:
"Let's go, I'll take you to meet your other senior brothers and sisters."
Saying so, he brought the two outside Bai Ling'er's house.
Bai Ling'er walked out first, followed by Tushan Hanyan and Gu Xing'er.
Ye Qingxue also happened to be there chatting, evidently having waited for a long time.
"Grandmaster!"
As soon as Tushan Hanyan saw Gu Changyuan, she immediately let go of Bai Ling'er's hand and trotted over to him.
Gu Changyuan smiled and rubbed her head:
"Let's go, I'll take you back to the Sky Demon Pavilion."
The smile on Tushan Hanyan's face instantly froze for a moment.
Are we going back so soon?
A hint of reluctance flashed in her eyes—these past few days, playing in the Human Realm with her martial aunts, seeing so many novel things, and eating so many delicious foods, she hadn't had enough fun yet.
Gu Changyuan naturally caught the little girl's expression and added with a smile:
"I'll bring you here to play often in the future. Let's take you back first."
Hearing this, the reluctance on Tushan Hanyan's face instantly dissipated, replaced by a radiant smile:
"Mhm!"
Gu Changyuan turned his gaze to Ye Qingxue and Bai Ling'er:
"Qingxue, Ling'er, do you want to go together?"
The two nodded almost simultaneously.
Their movements were so fast, as if they had been waiting for their master to say this.
Gu Changyuan didn't say anything more. With a wave of his hand, he brought everyone directly to the second floor of the Sky Demon Tower in the Sky Demon Pavilion.
As soon as he appeared, the ten Demon Ancestor disciples of the Sky Demon Pavilion instantly sensed it.
In just two breaths of time, figures appeared one after another on the second floor.
Gu Changyuan casually walked to the main seat and sat down as usual. After the other ten Demon Ancestor disciples arrived, they took their respective positions on both sides.
Their gazes involuntarily fell upon Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi beside Gu Changyuan.
Once all the demons had taken their places, the ten Demon Ancestors said in unison:
"Master."
Gu Changyuan nodded slightly, raised his hand towards Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi, and introduced:
"These two are your new junior brother and junior sister, Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi."
As his voice fell, looks of surprise appeared simultaneously on the faces of the ten Demon Ancestors.
Master actually took in disciples again?
Gu Changyuan turned his gaze to the siblings and said:
"Xiao Kong, Xiao Shi. This is the Sky Demon Pavilion of the Demon Realm.
And the Ten Great Demon Ancestors here are also my disciples, which means they are your senior sisters and brothers."
Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi were instantly so shocked that their mouths formed an "O" shape, their eyes full of disbelief.
They never expected that their master's disciples actually included the top powerhouses of the Demon Realm.
No wonder Master said they were his thirty-first and thirty-second disciples. They had only seen ten in the Celestial Holy Land earlier; it turned out there were another ten disciples here in the Demon Realm.
But that only added up to twenty. Didn't that mean... there were another ten elsewhere, could it be in the Devil Realm?
They didn't know much about the overall situation of the Nine Heavens Realm, having only heard about it from their previous master.
The Nine Heavens Realm was divided into the Human, Demon, and Devil Realms, inhabited respectively by human cultivators, demon cultivators, and devil cultivators. Cultivators from the three realms occasionally interacted with one another.
Other than that, they had no further understanding, and they had certainly never seen demon or devil cultivators with their own eyes.
Now, seeing ten top Demon Ancestors of the Demon Realm all at once, who were also their senior brothers and sisters, they still felt a profound sense of shock in their hearts.
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. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
