Extraordinary Identity Jade Token

The story was finished.

Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi sat there, their gazes calm, their faces showing no discernible expression.

But deep within their eyes, there clearly hid something indescribable.

Gu Changyuan had at some point stopped eating his melon, simply listening quietly as the two siblings recounted their tale, his expression a bit gentler than usual.

The other disciples also listened quietly; no one interjected, no one interrupted.

It wasn't until they finished speaking that the hall fell into a brief silence.

A trace of sympathy welled up in the hearts of everyone present.

But to be honest, it wasn't much.

The fourteen Demon Ancestors now rested their gazes on these two newly arrived junior brother and sister, their eyes carrying a somewhat complex emotion.

Which of their own backgrounds was ever beautiful?

Ostracized by their races, their entire clans wiped out...

When the system first selected disciples for Gu Changyuan, having an unfortunate background seemed to be the most fundamental logic.

And another layer of fundamental logic was the grace of saving a life.

Every encounter with a disciple occurred at the very moment they faced life and death.

Gu Changyuan appeared, rescuing them from desperate straits, giving them new life and new hope.

In the system's view, only such disciples would be truly loyal to their master and loyal to the sect.

The facts were exactly as the system expected.

The thirty disciples, without exception, were fiercely loyal to their master.

They grew step by step, became stronger step by step, and ultimately expanded the sect to its current scale.

This was the new life their master had given them.

And it was a debt of gratitude they would spend their entire lives repaying.

Gu Changyuan looked at these two newly accepted disciples and slowly spoke, his tone still casual but carrying a rare trace of seriousness:

"At least from now on, this is your home. With me here, no one can ever bully you again."

Hearing their master's words, Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi slowly snapped out of the somber mood brought on by recounting their past.

The two were slightly stunned, the sourness in their eyes gradually dissipating, replaced by brimming warmth and gratitude.

"Mhm."

That "mhm" was very light, yet it carried an indescribable weight.

Gu Changyuan clapped his hands, dispelling the somewhat oppressive atmosphere in the hall.

"By the way, Xiao Kong, Xiao Shi, can you let me see your identity jade plaques?"

He changed the subject, his gaze falling upon the two of them.

Hearing their master's request, Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi did not hesitate at all. Each took out a jade plaque from their storage bags and, holding them with both hands, respectfully offered them to Gu Changyuan.

Back when Kong Chen was still around, he had repeatedly warned them not to show these jade plaques to strangers, lest they invite a fatal disaster.

Although Kong Chen could not see through the specific origins of the jade plaques, he could sense the extraordinary nature of their material.

Even just the jade plaques themselves could be considered rare natural treasures, inevitably drawing covetous eyes.

But facing Gu Changyuan, the two siblings had no defenses whatsoever.

They firmly believed that their master was absolutely not the kind of person to covet treasures, nor would he snatch away the only remaining things they had connected to their origins.

Gu Changyuan took the two jade plaques and examined them closely.

The two jade plaques were of similar size, about a palm in length and two fingers in width.

Their shapes were also extremely similar, both wider at the top and narrower at the bottom, with exquisite patterns engraved on the edges, resembling some ancient totem.

But their colors were entirely different.

Jun Mukong's piece displayed a deep, profound blue; Jun Anshi's piece was a gentle, mellow moon-white.

At a glance, one could tell they were a natural pair, complementing each other.

The moment he touched the jade plaques, Gu Changyuan felt their extraordinary nature, these were absolutely not ordinary treasures of the Nine Heavens Realm.

He knew the vast majority of natural treasures in the current Nine Heavens Realm like the back of his hand, and he could be certain that the materials used to make these jade plaques did not originate from the Nine Heavens Realm.

Gu Changyuan gently turned the jade plaques over, carefully sensing the aura contained within them. Faint spiritual energy lingered at his fingertips as he probed the secrets of the jade plaques.

A moment later, he spoke slowly:

"The material of these jade plaques probably does not originate from the Nine Heavens Realm. There is a high probability that they are items from the Upper Realm."

Hearing this, Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi froze simultaneously.

"The Upper Realm?"

Didn't that mean...

They actually came from a family in the Upper Realm?

The other disciples' gazes also fell upon the two jade plaques.

Although they were a distance away, with their cultivation levels, just relying on their divine sense to probe was enough to perceive the extraordinary nature of the jade plaques.

That aura and material indeed did not seem like something from the Nine Heavens Realm.

Gu Changyuan nodded gently, placing the jade plaques in his palm, and looked at the two siblings with a warm gaze:

"Looking at it this way, your parents are highly likely people of the Upper Realm.

It might be because of some compelling reasons that they had no choice but to send you to the Lower Realm.

After all, the restrictions of this world can protect you from being discovered by even more powerful existences."

Not abandoned.

But forced by circumstances.

Listening to these words, a distinct emotion surged in the hearts of Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi.

Since childhood, they had believed they were abandoned orphans, children that nobody wanted.

Although Kong Chen treated them very well and gave them a home, that feeling of being abandoned had always been buried deep within their hearts.

Now, their master was telling them—

Perhaps, they hadn't truly been abandoned after all.

Gu Changyuan looked at their slightly changing expressions, and a trace of emotion couldn't help but well up in his heart.

He had to say, if they really had the buff of having both parents alive, these two children had already surpassed one hundred percent of his disciples.

It seemed that among his thirty disciples, not a single pair of living parents could be found.

Even the sisters Mo Yingluo and Mo Yingyue were no exception.

Previously, when returning to the Heavenly Demon Sect, he had heard the news of their mother's passing.

As for their father, he later had a child with another member of the Succubus race.

That child had excellent talent, high demonic compatibility, and a Holy Demon Seed. Later, the child made great contributions in a battle, and their father's status within the clan rose significantly as a result.

But even so, Mo Yingluo and Mo Yingyue remained an indelible pain in his heart, as well as a pain for the entire Vampire and Succubus races.

Later, their father once brought an elder of the Vampire race to the Heavenly Demon Sect.

According to the two women, they brought extremely generous conditions that time, wanting to recall them and have them return to the family.

And the result?

The two women didn't even let him finish speaking before directly attacking and beating him to a pulp.

If the other party hadn't run away fast enough, their father would have almost been beaten to death on the spot.

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