The founder of all religions

Longyuan Mansion, Xuantian Pavilion.

Lu Wangsheng stood outside the quiet courtyard, waiting anxiously.

As the director of the branch library, he was in an extremely bad mood at this moment.

Longyuan Mansion is located in a remote place. It can be regarded as the last one among the thirteen mansions in Youzhou. If it were placed among the nine states in the world, it would not be ranked among the top.

Now, the triennial Xuantian Pavilion assessment is finally ushered in. I wanted to show off in front of the special envoys in order to win the opportunity to be promoted and leave this remote country as soon as possible.

Who would have thought that during his bad years, members of the special envoy would be attacked on his territory.

This kind of weird thing happened to him. It was like the gutter oil was pouring out of his ancestral grave, and his family was in such a state of decline.

When Lu Wangsheng received the news, he was in a state of confusion in his best friend's boudoir. His subordinates reported the news outside the door, and he was so frightened that he became weak on the spot.

"These days...even people from the Xuantian Pavilion dare to touch them? Who is so heartless and crazy about riding a horse?"

Lu Wangsheng cursed in his heart, looked cautiously into the small courtyard, and couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead.

At this moment, the elegant wing room was filled with a faint smell of blood.

Long Jianfei was leaning on a cane and wrapped in bandages, looking anxiously at Luo Narcissus, who was pale and yet to wake up on the bed.

A middle-aged man is checking his pulse.

He was wearing a toga, his eyes were bright, there was no expression on his face, and there was an air of calmness and authority between his brows.

"Uncle Master, how is Narcissus?" Long Jianfei couldn't help but ask.

"It's nothing serious." Chen Wangdu said calmly.

"She practiced the [Tide Guidance Technique], and her inner breath was like a thousand waves. When she fell, she protected her heart and saved her life."

Xuantian Pavilion's techniques are all over the world, and there are 108 kinds of inner breath guidance techniques alone. In comparison, the collections of two or three gates in Luofu Mountain seem extremely shabby.

This is the innate superiority of the disciples of the great sect, and the skills they practice are far superior to those of ordinary sect disciples.

"Fortunately." Long Jianfei breathed a long sigh of relief.

After falling from such a high place, even with his [Seventh Level Inner Breath Realm] cultivation, the inner breath was almost completely shaken away.

If Luo Shuixian hadn't practiced a special technique, he might have met the King of Hell at this moment.

"That damn boy."

Thinking of this, Long Jianfei gritted his teeth, and the figure of Li Mo emerged in his mind.

"He's no ordinary boy."

Chen Wangdu stood up, and a quiet light flashed through his condensed eyes.

His right hand lightly traced a path, and the air vibrated, making a harsh roar. The terrifying fluctuations made Long Jianfei change his expression.

"A body of flesh and blood, with bare hands, can actually catch a rune weapon!?" A solemn look appeared on Chen Wangdu's calm face.

"are you sure?"

"Sure." Long Jianfei gritted his teeth and said.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Li Mo's almost crushing strength and methods had remained in his heart like a brand, and he couldn't get rid of it.

"I didn't expect that a place like Longyuan Mansion would hide such a young master, like a hidden dragon hidden in the abyss, with a restrained edge." Chen Wangdu said in a deep voice.

As the special envoy for recruiting students in Longyuan Mansion, he knows almost everything about the talented disciples of each major sect.

There are seven major sects in Longyuan Mansion, and among the famous genius disciples, there seems to be no one who can compete with the master Long Jianfei mentioned.

This made Chen Wangdu even more curious.

At such an age, with such cultivation, it stands to reason that he should not be unknown.

"Could it be just passing by?" Long Jianfei guessed.

He really didn't want to believe that such a monster could come out of a place like Longyuan Mansion, and even he felt deeply powerless.

"It's also possible." Chen Wangdu frowned slightly.

This possibility is very low.

Since the Shenzong eradicated the law, the world's martial arts have withered away. All major mountain gates are under the supervision of the Xuantian Pavilion. Ordinary monks have to apply for registration when moving around in the world, let alone traveling across the state.

"Where did you meet this person?" Chen Wangdu asked.

Long Jianfei pondered for a moment.

"That place is closest to Luofu Mountain."

"Luofu Mountain!? It's actually that place."

Chen Wangdu looked surprised.

If it were other masters, they might not be able to remember a mountain gate like [Luofu].

But as a master of Xuantian Pavilion, he is no stranger to this name.

Three hundred years ago, from such a small mountain, an extraordinary disciple came out...

Entering the capital alone left a mark in the history of Xuantian Pavilion.

So far, the black sword's evil reputation is a taboo in the eyes of many noble families that they are unwilling to mention but cannot get around.

"The mountain gate where the Black Sword used to be...three hundred years have passed..." Chen Wangdu murmured softly.

At the mention of that name, even he had a deep awe in his eyes.

"Uncle Master, when Black Sword became famous, why didn't Luofu Mountain rise with the tide?" Long Jianfei couldn't help but ask.

"A rising tide lifts all boats?" Chen Wangdu couldn't help but shake his head.

"I'm afraid you don't know how domineering and powerful the Black Sword was back then. The enemies he provoked, just name them, are all existences that are beyond your reach in this life."

When Long Jianfei heard this, his expression became even more confused.

"In this case, three hundred years have passed, why is Luofu Mountain still there?"

"That's where the black sword came out..."

Chen Wangdu's eyes narrowed.

"The predecessors have disappeared, but the remaining power is still there."

Long Jianfei couldn't help but be moved when he heard this.

"Uncle Master, do you think the boy I met is a disciple of Luofu Mountain?"

Chen Wangdu was stunned, his eyes flashed suddenly.

"If that's the case, that would be really interesting."

Heijian is the last disciple of Luofu Mountain to enter the Xuantian Pavilion.

Now that three hundred years have passed, if someone from this small mountain gate were to enter the capital alone and worship at the Xuantian Pavilion, I don't know what kind of shock it would cause.

"Uncle Master, you don't want to find this person and lure him into the library."

Long Jianfei's expression became a little unnatural, and he looked at Luo Narcissus on the bed intentionally or unintentionally.

"Jianfei, you have to know that everything in the world cannot be escaped from four words."

"What?" Long Jianfei asked subconsciously.

"Weigh the pros and cons."

Long Jianfei was stunned for a moment and then fell silent.

Chen Wangdu's meaning was obvious. Although he and Luo Shuixian were slightly injured, their lives were not affected. Even if they suffered some losses, they could be made up for.

But the young man Long Jianfei talked about was indeed what he said. If Chen Wangdu dug him out, he would be able to stand out in this recruitment.

Originally, he was responsible for a place like Longyuan Mansion. He did not seek merit, but only no faults. It could only be regarded as a hard job.

But if you really dig out decent seedlings, it will be a great achievement. It will be of great help to Chen Wangdu, Long Jianfei, and even Luo Shuixian in the future.

Weighing the pros and cons, this opportunity is certainly not to be missed.

"Uncle, I understand." Long Jianfei nodded.

At this moment, he also had to put aside his narrow personal grudges.

"If this person is really a disciple of Longyuan Mansion, I will go all out and apply to the main hall for a place as a Xuanmen seed." A ruthless look flashed in Chen Wangdu's eyes.

"Xuanmen seeds!?" Long Jianfei was stunned.

The Xuantian Pavilion recruits disciples, and although they all start at the same time, they are divided into three, six, and nine levels.

Xuanmen seeds are the highest level of evaluation, and the application for such a quota is extremely strict and requires passing the assessment of the envoys sent by the above.

If the application fails to pass, Chen Wangdu, as the recommender, will also be charged with the crime of arbitrary recommendation.

But once passed, the rewards he will receive will probably far exceed those of other recruitment envoys.

Long Jianfei never imagined that his uncle would think so highly of this young man he had never even met.

"Who is that boy?"

Long Jianfei clenched his hands, and Li Mo's figure kept flashing in his mind like a demon, lingering.