A berserk aura instantly enveloped Qin Xuan.
"Kid, do you know my rules for treating injuries? The slightest misstep will cost you your cultivation at best. At worst… your soul will be shattered and dispersed!"
Under the terrifying pressure, Qin Xuan stood ramrod straight, gritted his teeth, and said, "I am willing to endure the Grand Elder's tempering!"
Du Hongshan stared at him for a long moment before a ferocious grin stretched across his face. "Good. You've got guts. Worthy of the title Daoist of the Cyan Cloud Sect."
"Then follow me. I happen to be in need of a cleaner!"
With that, he waved his hand. A crimson glow enveloped Qin Xuan, and they transformed into a streak of blood-red light, tearing through the ancestral hall's tranquility and shooting into the sky.
They left Du Haixian and the other two Elders in the ancestral hall, staring at each other in dismay.
Second Elder Du Hongming, in particular, was displeased, having been slighted by Qin Xuan.
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