Then, is Chu Xuan overly confident?

After leaving the Li’an Demon Sect, the wounds on Chu Xuan’s body gradually healed, but the wounds in his heart did not heal so quickly.

He stared blankly at the grey sky, suddenly shedding a line of clear tears from his eyes.

Chu Xuan reached into his chest and took out a scroll, unfolding it silently.

This was a very lifelike portrait, depicting an elderly Daoist in a cyan robe, who appeared to be quite otherworldly.

His face was gaunt, his hands clasped behind his back, standing atop a cyan lotus in a pond, with his gaze seemingly falling upon Chu Xuan.

Chu Xuan suspended the scroll in the air, knelt down and bowed, his voice hoarse as he said, "I beseech the Master for his attention, this unworthy disciple shall now return the sect’s treasured artifact to the Dao Palace."

The portrait naturally descended, rolling into a scroll shape and flying back into Chu Xuan’s arms, seemingly without any sign of blame.

This portrait was a self-portrait by the Cyan Lotus Daoist, the founding master of the Cyan Lotus Daoist Palace, before his ascension, containing a fragment of his divine will, quite extraordinary.

At the same time, it was also one of the foundational assets of the Cyan Lotus Daoist Palace. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Why was the Daoist Palace so small, with so few people—in this generation, including the servants, there were only a few hundred people—and yet others were so wary of them?

Regardless of other matters, the Cyan Lotus Daoist Palace had seven ascending masters, and since the palace’s inheritance to this day, they have seemingly never used their ultimate trump card—to have an ascending master strike from the celestial realm.

In other words, their sect could use this seven times; this is what is called formidable power.

Even if this could not be used as a nuclear weapon to bombard other sects everywhere, such operations as saving someone were still achievable.

Of course, neither Floating Cloud Son nor Chu Xuan wished to invoke Master Qinglian personally for such trivial matters, only in the most extreme circumstances would this possibly happen.

Even without using the ultimate means, the portrait itself was an extremely powerful magical artifact.

Not only was it crafted by the master himself, but it had been passed down through generations of Daoist Palace disciples, worshipped for over six thousand years, and the "Master Qinglian" in the portrait had long birthed true intelligence, able to act independently as if the master had returned.

This made the power of this item exceed that of a top-tier celestial tier artifact; calling it a supreme item would not be an exaggeration.

With this item for protection, along with the Six Souls Banner, it could even unleash the old ghost within the banner, giving Chu Xuan the confidence for his journey.

Even in the worst-case scenario, if the Dark Demon Sect used an Immortal Artifact, he could still retreat safely without falling here.

Now recalling the scene when he was leaving the mountain: Master personally took down the portrait enshrined in the ancestral hall and handed it to him, Chu Xuan could not help but feel silent.

Floating Cloud Son said thus: "It will give you a chance to retreat safely; if you can’t save someone, then give up."

At that time, Chu Xuan solemnly promised Master that he would certainly bring the portrait back, not easily wasting the sect’s foundation.

But he never expected that the sword that injured him would come from Qingqing’s hand...

From Qingqing’s final tears, Chu Xuan could sense that she might have other reasons behind her actions, but on the surface, he only saw her heartlessness.

Moreover, after the event with Ji Mingyu and now Qingqing doing the same again, Chu Xuan was tired and already didn’t want to delve into the reasons behind it.

He himself should settle down and focus on loving one person, someone who is truly worthy of his love, so he would never face betrayal again.

Touching the portrait in his chest, Chu Xuan planned to return to the sect first.

Suddenly, he remembered the day he went down the mountain for training; he had used the Turtle Divination Technique to predict the fortune of this journey, and the result was:

Great misfortune, and calamity with bloodshed.

He laughed self-deprecatingly, no longer lingering, and headed straight to the Cyan Lotus Daoist Palace.

...

"Master, this is a great opportunity!"

Little Snow Mink transformed into human form unhesitatingly, hugging Ji Mingyu’s arm and shaking it, her expression showing a hint of urgency.

Ji Mingyu was quite moved too, not expecting this matter to take such a turn. Watching Chu Xuan and Qingqing’s relationship grow better day by day had almost made her depressed.

Little Snow had advised her to stop watching, that watching too much would make her sad; nothing changed no matter what.

But Ji Mingyu just couldn’t let go of Chu Xuan for even a day, as if her life revolved around this man, she lived for this.

Not to mention a whole day; even half an hour without watching would have her pining and uneasy.

So during this time, Ji Mingyu could only continue watching with a mindset of "one day I’ll get rid of this little b*tch," feeling both angry and jealous.

Unexpectedly, Qingqing turned out to be an idiot too, easily deceived by her clever mother, and then manipulated by her mother even more.

Even through Chu Xuan’s perspective, Ji Mingyu had fathomed most of the underlying reasons, not to mention noticing the flaw in the little chubby Zhao Tiande and knowing there was something wrong with him.

She also knew that Chu Xuan’s second visit was thoroughly prepared and not overly confident due to previous success.

This way, Qingqing might not find it simple in the future to clear things up with Chu Xuan.

Because essentially, she did not trust Chu Xuan, believing she had to harm him to protect his life.

Wouldn’t it be possible, without doing this, for Chu Xuan to have the capability to save his own life?

Moreover, after being hurt by Qingqing once, Ji Mingyu could see that Chu Xuan was a bit withdrawn again, just like when he had been hurt by her.