The group of people from Xuanling Holy Land stood in the back, all dressed in white. They looked at the coffin in the bamboo house, puzzled, and talked secretly.

They still didn't know who had passed away, but had attracted so much attention from the master.

The Holy Lord made a bold guess and thought to himself: "Of the two friends of the founder, only one is here now. Could it be that..."

Thinking of this, the Holy Lord shuddered and couldn't believe it.

How could a being who could stand on equal footing with the founder pass away in the blink of an eye?

"Girl, come here."

Wang Taohua quickly calmed down the slight discomfort in his mood. Then, he turned to look at Su Qianran beside him, speaking in a gentle tone.

"Ancestor."

Su Qianran walked over quickly, leaned forward slightly, and waited for instructions.

"After ten years as a maid, you are qualified to carry his coffin."

Wang Taohua said seriously.

"It is an honor for this disciple to carry the coffin for you, young master."

Su Qianran took the matter seriously.

"you."

Then, Wang Taohua pointed at the Holy Lord Xuanling.

The Holy Lord was suddenly called out, and was inexplicably startled. He was slightly startled, and immediately walked to Wang Taohua, bowed, and said respectfully: "Ancestor, what can I do for you?"

"Since you are a loyal person, I will grant you a position as a coffin bearer. Are you willing?"

Wang Taohua had a serious expression.

"No one dares to disobey the orders of the ancestors."

The Holy Lord glanced at the red coffin not far away from the corner of his eye. Although he didn't know who was in the coffin, he knew that the person must be an extraordinary person to be treated so solemnly by the ancestor. He was in awe and nodded in agreement without hesitation.

Moreover, the Holy Lord captured a very key word.

赐！

No matter who he is, it is a great blessing for him to have a Saint Lord-level figure carry his coffin.

The Holy Lord never questioned the decisions of the ancestors and was devout and respectful.

Su Qianran, who was standing on one side, speculated from various signs and perhaps guessed something. He kept staring at the coffin, his eyes flickering and his expression changing subtly.

Wang Taohua and Yan Ze looked at each other and stood in front of the red coffin.

Everyone watching this scene was stunned.

"The Grandmaster is going to carry the coffin himself!"

"And there is this Senior Yan, the quasi-emperor of the time, a great man standing at the top of the world."

"Who is the person in the coffin?"

"This is no small matter."

"My God!"

The spectators were all shocked and stunned.

The Holy Lord was obviously stunned. He really didn't expect that the Grand Master and Senior Yan would carry the coffin personally.

Regardless of who is in the coffin, being able to carry the coffin with these two is already a great honor, enough to be a source of bragging for the rest of your life.

Su Qianran was slightly startled, but soon calmed down.

The more shocking the Grandmaster's behavior was, the more it confirmed Su Qianran's guess deep in his heart.

At Wang Taohua's signal, the Holy Lord and Su Qianran put away their emotions, stood behind the coffin, and held their breath.

"Raise the coffin!"

Immediately afterwards, Wang Taohua fell down.

The four of them exerted their strength at the same time and lifted the coffin up.

Surrounded by a crowd of people, he strode towards the Xuanling Holy Land.

Thousands of eyes gathered together, and the scene was boiling.

"Which peerless great man passed away?"

"The entire sect is in mourning. Could it be that one of the ancestors of Xuanling Holy Land has passed away?"

"Go get some information, quick!"

"Such an incident would shock the entire Cangyu Province."

Countless cultivators were stunned, and the news spread like wildfire in all realms.

After a ceremony, the coffin was buried in the deepest part of the cemetery, along with the valuable clothing.

Only after Wang Taohua gave the order did everyone disperse one after another.

It was not until several years later that the Holy Lord knew who was in the coffin. When he knew it, he realized how glorious it was to carry the coffin.

Inside the cemetery, there was a person who did not move and just stood there motionless.

This person was Su Qianran, who had been staring at the tombstone. No one knew what he was thinking.

After offering a glass of wine, Wang Taohua was about to leave when Su Qianran called her, "Ancestor!"

Wang Taohua turned around and looked at him.

"This young master, is...is he His Majesty?"

Su Qianran bowed first, hesitated for a moment, and then mustered up the courage to ask.

Wang Taohua smiled but did not answer the question.

Afterwards, Wang Taohua took a step towards the distance, and her figure disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds, making it impossible for others to track her.

Looking at the direction where the master left, Su Qianran became more certain of this guess.

The master remained silent just now, which must be his agreement.

Some things can only be understood, not expressed in words.

It was not until this moment that Su Qianran finally had a sudden realization.

Why was this young man able to see at a glance where his sword skills were lacking and give very detailed guidance?

Why do I have an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this young master?

Why did the Grandmaster let me be a maid for ten years?

It made up for the regrets of the past and laid the foundation for the great way of swordsmanship.

"Grandmaster, thank you."

Su Qianran murmured, tears of gratitude.

Turning around and facing the tombstone, I recalled the scene of my first meeting with Chen Qingyuan, who was conceited, aloof and arrogant.

Fortunately, Chen Qingyuan was generous and didn't take it seriously. Otherwise, Su Qianran wouldn't be where she is today.

"Being able to serve tea and water to you is the greatest blessing in my life."

The ten years of serving as a servant in the bamboo forest became Su Qianran's most precious memory.

Standing in front of the tombstone, looking back on the past, I didn't move for a long time.

People in every corner of Cangyuzhou were talking about the funeral of Xuanling Holy Land, and rumors were flying everywhere.

Wang Taohua and others ignored these things.

......

The realm of enlightenment, the ninth heaven.

The wisp of original soul power that had drifted to all parts of the world no longer continued to wander, but returned to its body in a very special way, ending this journey.

The soul power merged, carrying the Taoist power of that top-notch holy medicine.

Although Chen Qingyuan possesses many precious medicines and the Emperor's Dao Fruit, he will not despise the power of this holy medicine.

No matter what era, top-notch holy medicines are rare in the world and extremely precious.

"Seven reincarnations, more than five hundred years."

With the return of this ray of soul power, Chen Qingyuan, who was sitting cross-legged in the Taoist temple, had several circles of light patterns on his body. He slowly opened his eyes and whispered to himself.

A powerful force surged out from Chen Qingyuan's body, rippling throughout the Taoist temple, causing the space to collapse and all kinds of strange scenes to appear and disappear.

“It’s time to take this step forward.”

Chen Qingyuan's body was surrounded by a layer of mist made of spiritual energy, which often obscured his figure and appearance, making him look mysterious, ethereal and illusory.

As soon as he finished speaking, his aura suddenly increased.

"Rumble--"

The surrounding space couldn't bear it at all and collapsed suddenly.

Because the power was too terrifying, this space could not recover in a short period of time. It was extremely chaotic and made a hissing sound.

"Wow"

The long river of spiritual energy that rushed here surged backwards.

The next moment, Chen Qingyuan stopped sitting cross-legged and stood up. His vast power swept in all directions, about to burst the temple.