"This Xuanmen will be entrusted to you in the future!"

"Daoran, I know that you have first embarked on the path of cultivation and pursue tranquility and inaction in dealing with people and the world, but you have really finished your energy and energy!

It was just because I was young and was competitive and got into trouble when I was fighting with the outer sect. Not only did I hurt my own foundation, but even the other brothers of the Xuanmen were chased and killed. When I was desperate, a benefactor happened to help me and help me get rid of my enemies. Only then did I protect the foundation of our sect and come to Yuehua Mountain to continue to inherit the sect!"

"I know the time is coming, and from now on, you, Li Daoran, will be the contemporary head of Xuanmen!

Remember to practice diligently in the future, at least you can maintain our Xuanmen inheritance and live up to the entrusted entrusted by ancestors of all generations!”

"Also, your junior sister is talented and can understand the practice at all. It's really aggrieved to stay in our Xuanmen. If she doesn't want to, don't force her! Let her leave! At least she can make a good relationship in the future!"

The old man who was talking then sank his voice, his eyes slowly closed, and he fell into darkness.

“Master?!”

The young man named Li Daoran knelt three meters in front of the old man. Looking at the peaceful old man in front of him, he couldn't help but call out and said softly.

It seemed that Li Daoran's voice was working, and the old man's head, which had been hanging down, slowly raised.

Li Daoran was startled, and his conditioned reflex body suddenly retreated, and a thought popped up in his mind.

A zombie fraud?

"Master!? You will not become a ghost and seek life if you die!? I am loyal to you! After death, you will definitely be buried in the depths of the back mountain of Yuehua Mountain, and it will not disturb you!"

When the old man heard this, his face turned from pale to red, and his beard seemed to be blown up a few times.

He glared at Li Daoran.

His hands trembled and took out half of the jade pendant from his arms, put it beside him, looked at Li Daoran, slowly closed his eyes that seemed to be nostalgic in the turbidity, and all his vitality was pulled out and turned into a sentence.

"I believe you! You are a good child! This jade pendant, not... this magic weapon, can find the descendants of the benefactor!"

Although this scene is creepy, it is just a reflection of the dying person.

“Master??”

Li Daoran waited for a long time, and when he saw that his master seemed to be no longer moving, he breathed a sigh of sadness in his heart.

The joys and sorrows of the past few days have really come too quickly.

A few days ago, my master broke through the realm and held a small ceremony. Unexpectedly, it was only a few days ago...

This matter is very strange. I remember that when something happened, a skull-headed vision suddenly disappeared from the master's body, and his master's realm fell down again, and his spirit was instantly sluggish.

What exactly is the skeleton vision?

Only I know this, even my junior sister has never seen it.

Li Dao then came and asked his master separately.

But the master was so secretive that Li Daoran could only judge from the fearful look that this matter was not something that his master did not say, and he could not say it, or dared not say it.

It should have been from that day that Master’s vitality was ruined until it was delayed to today’s limit...

Li Daoran then slowly walked up, knelt on the cushion, and kowtowed respectfully.

The old man who had passed away in front of him was the so-called leader of the Xuanmen.

Xuanmen, after Li Daoran joined Xuanmen, he learned from the relevant classics of Xuanmen.

The place where Xuanmen is located is the southern territory of the East Continent, under the jurisdiction of the Xuanyin Dynasty, Dushui County, and Yuehua Mountain.

It is a lower-level first-class sect.

All sects, families, dynasties and other forces in the world can be transformed into ninth-level forces.

The first to third grades are low, the fourth to sixth grades are medium, and the seventh to ninth grades are high. Above the ninth grade, it is the existence of the legendary holy land.

According to records in the sect, among the Xuanmen, a hundred years ago, it seemed that it was still among the fourth-grade middle-class sects.

There are even powerful people at the level of the God Refining Realm in the sect.

Although the fourth-grade sect has only entered this medium-grade sect, it is indeed much stronger than the Xuanyin Dynasty, which is currently the third-grade force.

But this time has passed, and the inheritance has become so declining that it has become unsuccessful and is on the verge of disbanding the sect.

Now, among this sect, except for the previous generation of Xuanmen sect who had just passed away, he and his junior sister are left!

Looking at the old master of the previous generation who had already stiffened his body, and then looked at the books of Xuanmen classics scattered not far away around him, Li Daoran turned into a long sigh for a long time.

This fantasy world is called the Heavenly Realm. The martial arts wind is extremely prevalent. Sects and other forces are like stars in the sky, scattered with stars, and countless others.

There are countless low-level sect forces like Xuanmen.

Li Daoran recalled the experience of coming to this world and passed it through it briefly in his mind.

"I am just a cultivator at the ninth level of the Body Forging Realm. If I want to preserve the inheritance of this sect, I must at least have the foundation building realm to have strength.

After all, there are still many sects around here that are eyeing each other often spy on the sect! If you know that the old sect leader is dead and there is no foundation-building realm to sit in the mountain gate, you will inevitably be divided into other sects!"

"How to solve this? Conceal it?

But this paper cannot keep the fire!"

Li Daoran's drooping eyelids flashed with a hint of thought.

When the old leader was alive, he actually didn't know Li Daoran's true cultivation.

In the knowledge of the old master, Li Daoran should be a casual monk.

People who do nothing and often neglect their practice.

If it weren't for my own encouragement, this practice would have been delayed every day.

But Li Daoran himself knew that his talent in cultivation was extraordinary.

Although I don't practice very hard.

But since I entered the practice, in less than a year, I have been practicing from the first level of the body-building realm to the ninth level of the body-building realm.

The only genius that was praised by the Xuanyin Dynasty was only one year, and he only reached the sixth level of the Body Forging Realm.

But then again, when the real crisis of the sect came, my cultivation level was still not enough.

Only by building the foundation, building the foundation, and perfectly building the body can the foundation be built!

What is built is the foundation of Tao, the beginning of practice.

This step should be considered the first hurdle for people in cultivation, and the importance of it is self-evident.

If you force the foundation building, if something uncontrollable happens at this step, then the consequences...

Building a foundation is not that simple. You still need to use the foundation building objects to build the foundation when your body is perfect.

The more magical the foundation building thing is, the more extraordinary it is!

It will have a greater impact on one's own cultivation in the future.

Thinking of this, Li Daoran frowned slightly.

The sects that are now destroyed may not be able to take out this foundation-building object!

My thoughts flashed, and I looked at the old sect leader's somewhat peaceful old face in front of me, and my eyes were sure.

"It's up to people!"

"Old Master, don't worry! I won't let this Xuanmen inheritance be ruined by me.

At worst, I just run away and come back in the future! I still understand the principle of keeping the green mountains and not worrying about burning firewood!"

Suddenly, a figure walked quickly from outside the Taoist temple.

The visitor was a woman.

Wearing a white long dress, she is fresh and beautiful, with a slender figure, but her face faintly reveals a hint of coldness.

There was a slightly slender sword around his waist, and a white silk strip casually tied up the ink-like and soft black hair on his head, giving him a hint of competent look.

This woman is the only junior sister of Li Daoran in the Xuanmen today, Han Youxuan.

"Master?"

The woman glanced at the situation in the Taoist temple, and her eyes fell on the old man who had no chance of life. There was no fluctuation in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth moved slightly, and she still asked out a voice.

"Master has gone away!"

Li Daoran stopped his words and then changed his mind.

"By the way, junior sister, come with me! I have something to discuss with you!"

Li Daoran looked at the person in front of him and thought of the old man’s dying about the placement of his junior sister before, so he slowly stood up and walked towards the side room of the Taoist temple.

I originally wanted to say it directly here, but looking at the old man who was sleeping, I felt a little touched.

If you mentioned this in front of the deceased master, it may interfere with Han Youxuan's ideas. There is a suspicion of using the master to suppress the junior sister.

In this way, I walked into the side door and couldn't see the master's appearance.

Psychologically, let the junior sister make her own true judgments as much as possible!

Junior sister Han Youxuan was a little confused, but she was not slow in movement. She followed Li Daoran in and closed the door casually.

"Master just said that he would hand over the position of the head sect to me, and also told me about you.
To be continued...