"This Ninth Temple Master is undoubtedly confirmed to be one of the avatars of the Black Ming Divine Spider, but who exactly is this guy among the disciples of the Dragon God Sect?"

Ye Yun quietly watched the Ninth Temple Master, his gaze slightly flickering, constantly scrutinizing him.

The middle-aged man before him was sturdy, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, looking upright and honorable. This kind of appearance is quite common in the Dragon God Sect.

Thus, it’s difficult for Ye Yun to make a specific judgment based on appearance.

"Young lady, what’s your name?"

The Ninth Temple Master smiled slightly, his gaze very gentle.

"My name is Gu Anran, and what about you, Temple Master?"

Gu Anran smiled lightly.

She felt an indescribable sense of affection towards the Ninth Temple Master.

This sense of affection was similar to facing her senior brother.

She liked this feeling very much.

"Gu Anran... Hmm, there’s a sense of heroism not inferior to men in that name. It’s a good name!"

The Ninth Temple Master smiled and murmured.

After speaking, a slight look of embarrassment appeared on his face, and he said awkwardly, "As for my name, in fact, I’ve long forgotten it. Later, when I came to the Divine Land, I gave myself a new name: ’Cang Ming’."

"Oh!"

Gu Anran nodded.

Ye Yun’s heart was moved, and he smiled and asked, "Temple Master, your name bears great significance; could it be derived from Cangnan Continent and the Black Ming Divine Spider?"

"Indeed! One mustn’t forget their roots, after all, coming from Cangnan Continent, which used to be my hometown..."

Looking in a certain direction, Cang Ming’s face showed a nostalgic expression.

"Temple Master, do you still remember your previous matters?"

Gu Anran stepped closer, raised her hand to set down a barrier, enveloping herself, Ye Yun, and the other three, and asked mysteriously.

"The memories of the previous life seem to have completely vanished; I remember nothing..."

Cang Ming sighed, his expression forlorn.

"Then you are indeed pitiful; I do remember some, so I found my senior brother..."

Gu Anran felt a sense of shared sympathy rise within her heart. She suddenly grabbed Ye Yun’s hand, looked at Cang Ming, and sighed, "Luckily, I have my senior brother, or I wouldn’t have been able to come to the Divine Land!"

"Your senior brother was able to cultivate to the True God Realm Third Level over there; he must be an extraordinary genius!"

Cang Ming praised.

His gaze flashed, suddenly falling on the sword behind Ye Yun.

The hilt of this sword gave him a familiar feeling.

"Can I take a look at your sword?"

Cang Ming said in a deep voice.

"Sure."

Ye Yun’s heart stirred; he took the sword from his back and handed it to Cang Ming.

Cang Ming took it, drew the sword from its sheath; upon seeing the severely damaged blade, his gaze froze, his body slightly trembling.

"This is... the sword I lost when I first entered the Divine Land; how did it end up in your hands?"

Cang Ming looked at Ye Yun, his gaze burning as he asked.

Before Ye Yun could speak, Gu Anran explained, "Temple Master, we bought it at a street stall in Yunxiao City!"

"Oh, I see."

Cang Ming murmured, touching the blade with his hand, revealing a look of deep affection in his eyes.

Ever since he could remember, this sword had always been with him. Later, entering the Divine Land, he experienced countless battles, yet he lost it at a critical moment.

At this moment.

A commotion rose in Ye Yun’s heart.

He seriously stared at Cang Ming, asking again: "Is this sword really yours, Temple Master?"

"Would I, the Temple Master, lie? This sword followed me all the way from Cangnan Continent, fighting south and north, so it’s severely damaged."

Cang Ming said loudly, looking solemn.

Hiss!

Upon hearing this, Ye Yun gasped.

The Ninth Temple Master Cang Ming before him, there’s at least a fifty percent chance—he is his master.

The other fifty percent chance, he might be some other disciple of the Dragon God Sect.

However.

Ye Yun leaned more towards the former.

This sword, which his master never let go of back then, was certainly held during the catastrophe at the Dragon God Sect.

The likelihood of losing it is extremely small.

Thinking of this, even Ye Yun, who has a steadfast Dao Heart, felt overwhelmingly excited at this moment.

One hundred thousand years ago.

When Ye Yun was still in swaddling clothes, he was picked up in the wild by his master and brought back to the Dragon God Sect.

Then, his master nurtured him into adulthood all the way.

It can be said, his master treated him like a mentor and a father, with heavy grace like a mountain.

However.

Ye Yun didn’t crossover from before the infant was born, but when he crossed over, he entered the infant’s body in the wild.

At that time, the infant’s birth time should have been no more than a month.

Back then, Ye Yun, due to the lack of a golden finger and being an infant less than a month old, was extremely weak.

He was fortunate at that time not to be eaten by wild beasts.

In the dark night.

The mountain wind was fierce, and the temperature was very low.

Just as Ye Yun felt he was about to freeze to death, his master appeared, picked him up from the ground, and took him back to the Dragon God Sect.

From this day onward, after the infant entered the Dragon God Sect, it laid the foundation for the Dragon God Sect’s splendor.

His master cultivated an invincible powerhouse.

Undefeated across Cangnan Continent.

Any Eternity Realm powerhouse would tremble upon seeing Ye Yun.

...

"Senior Brother, what’s wrong?"

Gu Anran noticed Ye Yun’s slight shiver and couldn’t help but ask.

"Nothing, it’s just that seeing the sword returning to its original owner, Senior Brother feels happy for Palace Master Cang Ming..."

Ye Yun said with a smile.

A glimmer of crystalline tears passed through the depths of his eyes.

"This sword has already lost its connection with me; since you like it, I’ll give it to you!"

Cang Ming handed the sword back with both hands, smiling as he spoke.

This white-clothed youth in front of him gave him a very good feeling.

Making him feel closeness like a gentle spring breeze.

"Thank you... Temple Master."

Ye Yun smiled lightly, took the sword back, then took out the Bronze Treasure Box and tossed the White Dragon Sword inside.

Cang Ming revealed a curious expression.

Gu Anran explained beside him, "Temple Master, my senior brother is repairing this sword..."

"I see..."

Cang Ming nodded, continuing to observe the ancient and mysterious Bronze Treasure Box.

This method of repair, he was seeing for the first time.

"Senior Brother, could Palace Master Cang Ming be our master, or is he some other disciple of the Dragon God Sect?"

Gu Anran suddenly transmitted the inquiry.

She remembered when they bought the White Dragon Sword at the stall, her senior brother had mentioned the sword’s origin.

"Palace Master Cang Ming has lost his memory; based solely on this sword, we cannot determine if he is our master, but undoubtedly, he must be a disciple of the Dragon God Sect..."

Ye Yun thought for a moment, transmitted the reply.

Though he speculated that Cang Ming is highly likely his master, without absolute certainty, he didn’t want to give his little junior sister a definite answer.

"Alright!"

Gu Anran nodded, looking slightly disappointed.

Speaking of which, just when Ye Yun suddenly moved, he smiled, and said: "The repair is done."

Saying this.

He opened the Bronze Treasure Box, took out the White Dragon Sword.

The restored White Dragon Sword was fully ablaze with silver light, its breath powerful, its quality restored to the Emperor Level supreme grade.

"What a fast repair speed!"

Cang Ming, seeing this sword beside him, suddenly showed a shock on his face.

What kind of box is this?

A damaged treasure sword was placed inside for such a short time, and it came out completely restored.

It’s simply inconceivable!