Zhuge Xueling and Zhuge Xuening

The disciples had long grown accustomed to her form of address and thought nothing of it.

Gu Changyuan reached out to hug her, gently rubbing her head.

"Xing'er, come try the new pastry."

He picked up a piece of Dragon Beard Crisp and brought it to her lips.

Gu Xing'er took a bite, her small mouth bulging. After chewing a couple of times, her eyes instantly curved into crescents, and her face revealed a blissful smile exactly like Jun Anshi's.

Looking at her, Gu Changyuan could not help but sigh with emotion in his heart.

This little girl's cultivation was growing incredibly fast.

He had never seen her seriously cultivate. Every night, she would just lie on her bed and fall fast asleep, while her body began to automatically absorb the power of the stars during the night.

Coupled with the fact that he occasionally prepared medicinal baths for her, fed her spirit fruits, and used various heavenly materials and earthly treasures to nourish her meridians, three years had passed.

She had forcefully advanced one major realm per year—she was now already at the peak of the Golden Core realm.

Even Ye Qingxue and the others marveled that this little girl's speed of improvement was simply terrifying.

Gu Changyuan held the Dragon Beard Crisp in one hand for Gu Xing'er to eat, while his other hand stroked her head, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding disciples.

These senior disciples were now all at or above the fifth level of the Half Immortal realm. Reaching this level, it was difficult to have any visible breakthroughs in a mere three years.

Their improvements were more focused on their comprehension of the Great Dao and their mastery of laws.

Instead, it was the two youngest ones who had changed the most.

Jun Mukong still chose the longsword.

Kong Chen was a sword user, and since he had learned from him since childhood, he was already accustomed to the feel of a sword.

After coming to the Holy Land, he tried other weapons but ultimately returned to the sword.

However, the sword in his hand now was no longer the ordinary iron from back then.

Rather, it was a spatial longsword that Gu Changyuan had brought back from the Ruins of Disorder, which perfectly complemented his Void Dao Body.

However, just like with all his previous disciples, the longsword's power was sealed by him using a secret technique.

After all, it was a weapon of the Immortal grade or higher. Even if he did not seal it, it would still be suppressed by the rules of this world.

That weapon would also gradually unseal itself as their cultivation improved.

Jun Anshi was different.

She had never come into contact with other weapons while under Kong Chen's tutelage. Upon arriving at the Holy Land, she tried out sabers, spears, swords, and halberds one by one, ultimately choosing the long spear.

In her hands, the long spear possessed both a woman's agility and an unexpectedly fierce sharpness.

Gu Changyuan possessed countless spear cultivation techniques, so he gave her many of them.

He himself also used a spear, but his method of use was rather simple and brutal—locking onto the enemy and directly throwing the spear in his hand to strike them down.

This method of use was obviously not suitable to teach Jun Anshi.

However, the Celestial Holy Land was full of talented individuals, and there were plenty of people who knew how to use a long spear, so naturally, there were people who could instruct her.

Over the past three years, because the brother and sister were Gu Changyuan's personal disciples, their status in the Holy Land was on par with the other ten patriarchs.

Although their cultivation was not high, their talents from the Void Dao Body and the Time Dao Body were plain to see, so the respect the Holy Land disciples had for them came from the bottom of their hearts.

And when the siblings faced those disciples, they never put on airs.

They were as easygoing as their master, Gu Changyuan, always smiling at everyone they met, and had excellent relationships within the Holy Land.

Gu Changyuan's gaze fell upon the two siblings. As he was thinking, his right hand suddenly felt a sticky sensation.

He looked down.

Gu Xing'er had already finished the Dragon Beard Crisp in her hand and was intently licking the crumbs off his fingers. Her small tongue curled again and again, licking them completely clean.

What a gluttonous little girl.

Gu Changyuan gently tapped her on the head, then took another piece and placed it in her hand.

"Grandmaster!"

"Grandmaster!"

Two tender, childish voices rang out from outside the courtyard.

Gu Changyuan looked toward the sound and saw two tiny human cubs marching on their short legs, pattering toward him.

They were very small, wearing matching twin hair buns and identical little dresses, running like two waddling little penguins.

They were precisely Xu Mengyao's twin daughters—Zhuge Xueling and Zhuge Xuening.

The two children were now three years old, right at the age of running and jumping.

It was just that they were still too small. When they ran up to Gu Changyuan and looked up, they only reached his knee joints.

"Xiao Ling, Xiao Ning."

Gu Changyuan smiled and crouched down, opening his arms. The two little dumplings plunged straight into his embrace, soft and carrying a milky scent.

With one in each arm, he lifted them up steadily.

The two little dumplings sat obediently on his arms, and before long, they were attracted by the fragrance coming from the stone table.

Four eyes turned over in unison, staring eagerly at the white pastries.

With a thought from Gu Changyuan, two pieces of Dragon Beard Crisp floated into their hands.

The two little dumplings held them with both hands, nibbling on them in small bites like two little hamsters, getting crumbs all over their faces.

Outside the courtyard gate, two figures jogged in after them.

Dugu Shiling and Gongsun Qingling ran up to Gu Changyuan, panting slightly, their faces bearing a bit of apology and a bit of the guilt of having done something wrong.

"Grandmaster, we apologize... we only just noticed that Xiao Ling and Xiao Ning ran over here."

Gu Changyuan shook his head.

"It is no matter. They are in the Holy Land anyway, so how dangerous could it be?"

The entire Holy Land was covered by his divine sense. If he really needed to find these two little girls, it wouldn't even take a single breath of time.

Furthermore, the two little dumplings had protective restrictions placed on them by him. Even if they really encountered some accident, they would be protected instantly.

He looked at the two little ones in his arms, whose faces were covered in food, and added another sentence.

"Besides, these two girls have inherited a bit from their mother."

Hearing the grandmaster's words, Dugu Shiling and Gongsun Qingling nodded silently in their hearts, deeply agreeing.

Gu Changyuan's divine sense swept across the entire Holy Land, and then he asked.

"Where is Mengyao? Don't tell me she already ran out to play."

Dugu Shiling thought for a moment, figuring that the grandmaster had probably already checked with his divine sense, and nodded.

"Yes, she dragged martial uncle out to play yesterday."

Gu Changyuan shrugged helplessly.

He really hadn't misjudged this girl; whenever she had a chance, she would run outside.

Fortunately, Dugu Shiling was around and could help take care of the two little dumplings.

It was just tough on her, an unmarried maiden, having to start taking care of children before even having a Dao companion.

Gu Changyuan slowly shifted his footsteps outward, allowing the Dragon Beard Crisp that had been obscured to be fully displayed in front of the two women.

"Since you have already come here, you might as well taste the freshly baked Dragon Beard Crisp. You have worked hard these past few days."

Gu Changyuan said with a smile.

Hearing this, the two women quickly waved their hands, indicating that they did not feel it was hard work.

"Not at all, not at all, we feel very happy to be able to take care of them. And it does not affect our cultivation."

As the two women spoke, they stepped forward, picked up a piece of Dragon Beard Crisp, and tasted it carefully. The delicious flavor could not help but make the two women's eyes light up.

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