Chapter 99

In the vast and boundless virtual network, outside the Confucian world.

Two faint figures rushed out, clearly resembling the green and white snakes.

At this moment, the white snake had already fallen into a coma, completely unconscious, and was about to retreat to the real world along the pre-arranged route. This was a necessary measure for disruptors to prevent being traced to their real names after losing consciousness.

Xiaoqing, seeing her sister rapidly retreating, immediately caught up and stopped her, then took her to another virtual world: Earth.

Her sister's condition was too strange, and she was worried, so she had to take her to see the Master.

Since she was in the form of a yin spirit, Xiaoqing waited outside Earth for a few minutes until it entered the night, then merged into it.

Following a familiar path, she once again arrived at the foot of the mountain where her Master, Lishan Laomu, resided. She carried her sister and slowly climbed the mountain.

Just as she turned a corner, by the faint moonlight, she saw a familiar silver-haired old woman standing on the mountain path, her face solemn.

"Master." Xiaoqing's eyes immediately reddened, and she knelt down, feeling ashamed as she recalled her Master's previous warnings, unable to say a word.

"Get up, follow me up the mountain." Lishan Laomu's voice was calm, showing no emotion.

Xiaoqing was uneasy but dared not disobey her Master's command. She again carried her sister and followed her Master step by step up the mountain.

The mountain path was winding and difficult to navigate, but the three of them were not physical bodies but spirits, so they moved silently and swiftly, like the wind.

After half an hour, a thick white mist blocked their way.

Lishan Laomu raised her hand and lightly drew in the air, and the white mist dispersed, revealing a door. Behind the door, sunlight shone, indicating it was daytime, not night.

"Master?" Xiaoqing hesitated. As a yin spirit, she would be annihilated if exposed to sunlight.

"Afraid now?" Lishan Laomu snorted.

Xiaoqing lowered her head, speechless, deeply regretting her actions.

Lishan Laomu did not continue to scold her but walked in first. "Come in. Inside is my Peach Blossom Realm, which is harmless to yin spirits."

Xiaoqing felt relieved and entered. She immediately noticed the smooth and gentle flow of data around her, feeling extremely comfortable with no discomfort. The scenery here was also beautiful, with a clear blue sky and lush bamboo forests and colorful flowers. Various birds and beasts roamed freely among the bamboo and flowers, only slightly retreating when they saw people, showing no signs of panic.

A small path wound through the flowers, leading to a bamboo house not far away.

"Inside the bamboo house, there is a bamboo bed. Settle Xiaobai down first," Lishan Laomu instructed.

Xiaoqing did as she was told, carrying her sister into the bamboo house and laying her on the bamboo bed. When she came out and looked at her Master again, she was greatly surprised.

Her Master was no longer the image of a silver-haired old woman. She had transformed into a different appearance, looking less than thirty years old, with hair as black as ink, skin as white as jade, eyes as clear as water, dressed in a white feather robe, and a colorful sash around her waist, like a peerless beauty from a painting.

"Master...?" Xiaoqing asked uncertainly, her heart deeply shaken by this new appearance.

"It's me. I used the old woman's appearance outside to avoid drawing attention, but here it's unnecessary." Lishan Laomu smiled. "Which woman doesn't love beauty? Who likes a face like tree bark and a waist like a barrel?"

She looked at the bamboo house and sighed. "You don't need to worry about Xiaobai. It's just a minor injury. She'll be fine after a year or two of rest. Tell me about what happened to you."

Xiaoqing nodded and recounted everything that happened on Earth, without any concealment or exaggeration, simply repeating the facts.

After this ordeal, she had matured a lot.

Lishan Laomu listened quietly. After Xiaoqing finished, she remained silent, carefully examining the information about the Changqing Daoist in the Confucian world.

This time, she took the opponent more seriously, carefully reviewing all the images.

'Thorn Rose Squad, Rose Tree?' The true identity of Changqing Daoist appeared. This was not hard to find, as maintainers were a legal profession with public records.

'In the Age of Dragons, obtained a level 4 divine staff with level 2 authority, and defeated the fourth member of the Poison Scorpion Mercenary Group in a direct confrontation.'

Interesting. His adaptability and spellcasting skills are quite good.

'During the Dark Middle Ages, he turned the tide in the Vampire Squad, repelling a large number of maintainers and forcing the opponents out of the game single-handedly.'

Very impressive. If I only had Black Iron authority and was equally proficient in native spells, I might have only been able to achieve this much.

'In the Confucian world... Heaven and Earth, Clear Sky Spell... Dragon Trapping Diagram? Hm, this Dragon Trapping Diagram feels a bit off.'

Lishan Laomu carefully examined the images, increasingly feeling that something was wrong with the scenes from the Confucian world. Many details of the battles had a subtle, indescribable inconsistency, as if they had been altered.

But if they were altered, it didn't seem so. She was confident that no one in the Federation had the ability to alter holographic images to such a realistic extent, as it would require massive computational resources, beyond the capabilities of individuals or even organizations.

The holographic image finally focused on the battle at Jinshan Temple. Lishan Laomu's gaze fixed on Changqing Daoist, repeatedly observing the image, studying his movements, feeling a sense of familiarity.

Yes, familiar!

His every move, his steady walking posture, his calm and confident demeanor, especially his sword-like eyebrows, which would occasionally lift slightly when he spoke, as if he were smiling.

Lishan Laomu was captivated. She saw another figure in this person.

Of course, the two were incomparable, with completely different expressions and appearances, but there was a subtle similarity between them. If it were anyone else, they wouldn't have noticed, but she did, because she was too familiar with that person.

Tens of thousands of years ago, in the grand Zixiao Palace, heroes from all over the world gathered to listen to that person's teachings.

At that time, that person was radiant, and when he spoke eloquently, his long white eyebrows would lift slightly, filled with a sense of self-satisfaction and narcissism, as if saying: "The Daoist sects of the world began with me. Who dares to challenge me?"

No one dared to challenge him.

The three great Daoist sages and the two wise sages of the West all bowed their heads and called him teacher.

Yes, that self-satisfaction! That narcissism! This Changqing Daoist also had that aura.

Of course, this couldn't prove they were the same person, but it opened the floodgates of her past memories.

Her memories turned to ten thousand years ago.

"I know why you came to see me."

In the Zixiao Palace, he smiled at her, his eyebrows slightly raised, as if everything was under his control.

"Teacher?"

"You are the game administrator, right? I noticed it as soon as you came."

"Then why didn't you say anything and still taught me? Weren't you afraid your real name would be exposed?"

"My Dao is the Great Dao. It's not just the Great Dao in the game, but also the Great Dao of the Federation." He sighed, looking as if he alone was awake in a world of sleepers.

"I don't understand."

"One day, you will understand."

"…I'm here to kick you out of the game today."

"Are you sure you can defeat me?"

"I don't know, but I have to try. Teacher… I'm sorry."

"Ha ha, no need to trouble yourself. I will leave voluntarily. I'm already tired of this place. The heights are too lonely, too meaningless, truly meaningless."

This was their last conversation. After that, rumors spread that the Daoist Ancestor had merged with the Dao.

The three great Daoist sages and the two wise sages of the West believed it, but she alone knew the truth: he had truly left the game.

After that, she never saw him again.

"Sigh, Teacher, where did you go?"

Lishan Laomu shook her head and smiled, stepping back from the deep memories. She said to Xiaoqing, "This Changqing Daoist has already shown mercy. He repaid the evil you sowed with evil. This matter is settled. Don't provoke him again in the future."

"Yes, Master." Xiaoqing had been terrified by this so-called Changqing Daoist and dared not provoke him again.

Lishan Laomu nodded but couldn't resist checking the images of Changqing Daoist again.

After a long time, she made a judgment: this person might have some connection to her teacher. She decided to investigate thoroughly.

Online, his information was flawless, showing no special characteristics, but she didn't believe he could be flawless in the real world.

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