"When I swallow a golden elixir, I realize that my fate is determined by me and not by God."

"If you rely on yourself alone, you will never be able to catch up with him in your lifetime."

"But who is I? What treasure is the Purple God Crystal? As long as you practice hard and help me return to Yuanyang Territory, I will accept you as my direct disciple and let you cultivate the golden elixir, Nascent Soul, and even become more powerful."

Hou Jingyan said disappointedly: "I want to worship him as my teacher."

"Is it because my qualifications are too poor that he doesn't accept me?"

The purple figure was stunned on the spot.

He is a great true king, but his attractiveness is not as attractive as a strange ghost cultivator in the foundation-building realm?

"I am the true king."

"I want to worship him as my teacher."

"What are you kidding about?"

"I am ten thousand times stronger than him. As long as you take me as your teacher, someone with his level will serve you tea and water."

"I want to become my teacher."

The Purple Lord felt that this child was stupid and could not communicate at all.

But then I thought: "You worship me first, and I will find a way to make you worship him as your teacher."

"Really?"

"Fidelity."

Hou Jingyan returned home and saw his second uncle and second aunt waiting for him.

"Jing Yan, what did that senior say to you?"

The second aunt hurriedly asked, she was afraid that Hou Jingyan and Senior Zhuji had told him about the sect token. If Hou Jingyan wanted to take it back, they would not be able to fight with Senior Zhuji's support.

"I didn't say anything. Second uncle and second aunt, please feel free to send your brother to Qingyun Temple."

"When my brother leaves, I will also pack up and leave."

Hou Jingyan saluted respectfully.

He wanted to chase that senior and couldn't be stuck here.

Hou Jingcong will definitely have a bright future after entering Qingyun Temple, and his second uncle's family does not need to worry about him.

…

The wheel turned, and Tu Shanjun came back to his senses.

After many twists and turns, the cause and effect finally came to an end.

Tushanjun felt relieved and relaxed after letting go of this heavy thing on his mind, but it was also mixed with some complicated emotions. After all, he had been carrying it for so many years.

It's over, there's nothing to worry about.

"Thank you Miss Rong'er for your kindness, but we'd better go back to the inn to stay." Ding Xie rejected the enthusiastic Yuan Xin Dan Pavilion.

He is not a fool. The drunkard of Yue Xin Dan Pavilion does not care about drinking. Zi Shaoqing's eyes are tied to Tu Shanjun.

You can sell the Yin Soul Pill to them, but you can't sell all of it to the Fallen Heart Pill Pavilion. What if they withhold it because the effect is too good.

After returning to the inn, Ding Xie asked teasingly: "Brother Tushan, although that baby's spiritual root qualifications are not very good, but he has a tough mind, why don't you accept him?"

Tu Shanjun glanced at him: "Why don't you know?"

Accepting a disciple is a matter of luck to others, but he, Tushanjun, only looks to the Banner Master.

Wen Yue also became a banner master first and then became a disciple.

Otherwise, if he introduces a magical weapon, why would he accept a disciple?

Ding Xie stopped joking and thought: "Brother Tushan, send out another batch of Yinhun Dan, and we should leave. My family can't delay."

"Yeah." Tu Shanjun nodded.

He is only active in Yangcheng. If he really follows Ding Xie to Wanfa Sect, he will definitely stay in the banner and not come out.
Chapter completed!