79: They are husband and wife, brother and sister, father and daughter

Gu Liangyuan stayed within the clouds, watching Jun Ao Zhi's performance with a mischievous smile.

My dear Disciple, you must be very happy the moment you learn the truth.

Immediately, Gu Liangyuan thought of the five Grand Elders, plus the rhyming maniac he hadn't taken in yet; he now had five personal Disciples, just enough for each to have a Dao Protector.

With the five Elders' Void Refinement Realm cultivation, it was enough to protect them until Soul Transformation.

It was just that his own strength improvement needed to be accelerated.

Gu Liangyuan believed that after he reached Soul Transformation, with his various methods, battling above his Realm would be a trivial matter. Even without using the Pseudo-Immortal Strike, below Body Integration, he would definitely be able to escape calmly.

“Alas, improving strength too quickly is also a kind of trouble. Once I reach Soul Transformation, the Dao Protectors' cultivation will be a bit insufficient.”

“Right now, I only have five trump cards: Law Manifestation of Heaven and Earth, Sub-Wu Sword Formation, Pseudo-Immortal Strike, Nine Kill Sword, and the Great Vehicle experience card that will soon be in hand. This is too unstable.”

“It seems the path of teaching Disciples is long and arduous.”

Gu Liangyuan's Forget Love Sutra had been comprehended to its highest Realm, allowing him to act as he pleased without overstepping bounds.

He fully understood his Heart-Nature; he knew that his inner self also had a desire to show off, commonly known as showing off.

At the same time, he possessed an innate caution.

Therefore, the stability he understood was not just about life-saving measures.

Rather, it was about being able to retreat unscathed after showing off in any situation.

Only then could it be called stable!

The Qianqiu and others below naturally did not know the emotions in Gu Liangyuan's heart.

At this time, the four sat in a circle, and Qianqiu was asking Mo Chen:

“Junior Brother Mo, what exactly is this Demon Race?”

Mo Chen pondered for a moment, then began to explain:

“There are countless races in the world. Legend has it that in ancient times, a hundred races contended for supremacy.”

“During the great war, countless races were annihilated, and ultimately only the Yao Race, Human Race, Demon Race, Asura Race, and a few other major races remained.”

“After another great war, the Human Race unified the world, and the Yao Race became vassals. The rest of the races were driven to live in the harsh, desolate edges of the continent.”

“The Demon Race is one of the more powerful races among these, and also one of the races most at odds with the Human Race.”

Qianqiu asked again: “Why are they at odds with the Human Race?”

Jun Ao Zhi also felt like talking at this point and explained:

“Because most Demon Race people do not cultivate propriety and lack human ethics.”

“It sounds like nothing, but let me put it this way.”

“I once heard of a Demon Race couple who were siblings and also father and daughter.”

“Ah?”

Jun Ao Zhi's words made the three people's brains work rapidly.

Mo Chen raised a hand: “Don't speak, let me sort this out.”

“A son and his mother had a daughter, and then the son married this daughter?”

Jun Ao Zhi nodded: “Yes.”

“Things that seem absurd to us are commonplace among the Demon Race.”

“If it were just that, it would be fine, but these Demon Race types are numerous and possess techniques to lead people into the Demonic Path.”

“If one is not careful, they will fall into the Demonic Path, into the endless pursuit of desire.”

“Of course, nothing is absolute; there are also individuals of excellent Heart-Nature among the Demon Race, but they are extremely rare.”

Qianqiu first nodded, then asked again:

“Then what's the deal with the Demonic Path?”

Jun Ao Zhi explained again:

“People of the Demonic Path are fundamentally still human; they still adhere to some propriety. It's just that these people share the same beliefs as the Demon Race, worshipping the Demon Race's twelve Demon Gods and pursuing ultimate power.”

“Inevitably, some of their Cultivation Techniques are similar to those of the Demon Race. Some even have private contact with the Demon Race.”

“These people also have a rather vague concept of good and evil. Although their reputation in the Cultivation World is not very good, as fellow Human Race members, it's not to the point of complete annihilation.”

“One can only say that those with different Daos do not conspire together.”

Qianqiu smiled sweetly: “Thank you, Junior Brother, for clarifying.”

Qianqiu's smile was like the blooming of an epiphyllum, stunningly beautiful. To describe it as 'alluring' would be no exaggeration.

Even Song Xianer, also a woman, felt her heart race slightly because of it.

But Jun Ao Zhi was completely unfazed.

Because in his heart, there was only Little Red.

As the four spoke, the flying boat had already entered the territory of the Nanxuan Sect.

As soon as they landed in front of the Nanxuan Sect's mountain gate, a middle-aged man in the Late Stage of Foundation Establishment hurried over to greet them.

When he saw that there were four people, a smile appeared on his face.

However, as he approached and sensed the cultivation of the four, the smile on his face gradually faded.

“It is not easy for the four Fellow Daoists to travel so far.”

“I have already prepared a spiritual feast. Please, quickly follow me into the Sect.”

“After you have eaten and drunk your fill, the four of you can return.”

At this time, Qianqiu and Song Xianer both had their faces covered with thin veils, making it impossible to discern their emotions.

Mo Chen had a calm expression, completely unconcerned by this.

But Jun Ao Zhi, this young master, listening to the Nanxuan Sect Master's words, couldn't help but feel annoyed:

“I say, old man, what do you mean by that? Are you looking down on us?”

The Nanxuan Sect Master repeatedly cupped his hands in supplication:

“The four of you are all Disciples of the Holy Land, talents of exceptional beauty, how could I dare to look down on you?”

“It's just that that Devil Head is incredibly strong; even I am not his opponent.”

“That's why I sought help from the Holy Land, hoping to invite Golden Core Disciples to assist.”

“With the cultivation of the four of you…”

Jun Ao Zhi jumped off the flying boat: “You're a Sect Master, yet you lack even this basic common sense.”

“Can our Holy Land's Foundation Establishment be the same as your ordinary Foundation Establishment?”

“Battling above one's Realm, that's just commonplace, alright?”

“Oh?”

The Nanxuan Sect Master's eyes lit up:

“Fellow Daoist possesses the ability to battle above your Realm?”

Jun Ao Zhi puffed out his chest and smiled slightly:

“No!”

Nanxuan Sect Master: …………

Jun Ao Zhi changed the subject:

“But these two Senior Sisters of mine do.”

The Nanxuan Sect Master looked at Qianqiu and the other woman, tentatively asking:

“Such Prodigies must surely not be unknown in the Holy Land. May I ask who you two are?”

The two women said in unison:

“Our teacher is Gu Liangyuan.”

The Nanxuan Sect Master was startled: “You mean that Gu Liangyuan who entered Nascent Soul in a single day?”

The two women nodded.

“Then Fellow Daoist must be Qianqiu, the first Disciple of Forget-Love Peak, right?”

Qianqiu nodded again.

Upon hearing this, the Nanxuan Sect Master immediately relaxed, a warm smile appearing on his face:

“So it's the Prodigies of Forget-Love Peak. It was my oversight. Please, the four of you, quickly follow me into the Sect.”

Jun Ao Zhi looked smug:

“Lead the way.”

The Nanxuan Sect Master quickly moved forward, about to lead the way.

Just as the Nanxuan Sect Master turned his head, Jun Ao Zhi's expression changed!

He flipped his hand, and the great club of 'Convincing with Virtue' appeared in his grasp.

Mo Chen's eyes narrowed, and the Remnant Blood Sword hung before his chest.

Qianqiu raised a hand, and the Autumn Water Sword gleamed with cold light!

Song Xianer tapped her right foot, her body moving with the sword.

The Nanxuan Sect Master in front only felt a chilling Killing Intent behind him.

Just as he was about to turn his head, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, causing him to stumble.

Immediately after, his shoulder ached as the Remnant Blood Sword pierced into it.

Qianqiu and Song Xianer arrived one after another, placing their long swords on either side of the Nanxuan Sect Master's neck.

“Speak, what conspiracy do you have, luring Holy Land Disciples here?!”