As he watched Qing Yu disappearing without a trace, Xuanming frowned and stared at the white elixir in his hand.

The elixir had a pure white color with a slight transparent appearance. Within it seemed to swirl white primordial energy, rising and falling, phasing in and out.

Just by the look of this elixir, one could essentially tell it indeed had the effect of replenishing True Qi.

However...

"Hmph!"

Xuanming let out a cold snort, and intense flame power instantly incinerated the white elixir in his hand into nothingness, "I need no elixir."

At the same time, surrounding primordial energy continuously gathered, being absorbed and refined by Xuanming.

With the speed at which a True Core Realm Martial Artist could inhale and absorb primordial energy, Xuanming needed only a moment to replenish the depleted True Qi. The act of Taoist Qing Yu offering the elixir was either deliberate taunting or harboring malicious intent.

Regardless of which it was, destroying the elixir outright was the right decision.

After a short while, the turbulent primordial energy gradually calmed down, Xuanming's gaze firmly fixed on the small burning woods not far away, his hands displaying flames flickering uncertainly, "Taoist Qing Yu, we will meet again."

Flames roiled as Xuanming rode upon the fierce blaze, quickly departing.

"We will meet again..."

Within the burning woods, the figure of the White-haired Taoist quietly emerged.

"There's plenty of time, in the future, we shall have numerous dealings."

"Shhh—"

In the clear sky above, a majestic white bird flapped its wings, spiraling and hovering above the small woods.

Qing Yu lightly stepped on the ground, his figure floated up and gently landed on the back of the White Phoenix.

"Should I assume a title to infiltrate the Debating Conference for seeking the truth?" Qing Yu mused as he sat cross-legged on the back of the White Phoenix.

One could foresee that this Debating Conference would be extremely lively. The battle for fame among the Four Great Taoist Sects wasn't the main event, surely there would be unexpected people taking the stage one after another.

When the Taoists gather for a grand assembly to discuss slaying demons, how could the Demon Path not take part? With the Blood Demon Sect disciples running rampant in Ji Province, if the Blood Demon Sect didn't make a scene, it would be too embarrassing to meet fellow associates from the other demon sects.

Such a spectacle, Qing Yu was indeed interested in seeing if there was an opportunity to seek advantage in the chaos.

Dragon Tiger Mountain suddenly changed its tune, moving the location of the Debating Conference to Taizhen Palace. Qing Yu was not afraid of walking into a trap. However, he did need to procure a title to participate in the conference.

Although with Qing Yu's True Core Realm Daoist Skill, attending the Debating Conference wouldn't be an issue, he was concerned that some might get impulsive and come looking for a desperate fight with him.

"If I am to wear a disguise, whom shall I choose?"

This time, Qing Yu did not intend to fabricate a cloak out of thin air; instead, he planned to replace someone, to attend the Debating Conference in Taizhen Palace. This way, there was no need to create a false background.

A disguise was not just changing one's face, clothes, and adopting a new name. A real disguise meant for social interaction needed the right background.

The Taoist community is neither too large nor too small; the True Core Realm experts within the different sects of the Taoist community were all somewhat renowned. If you do not have a suitable background, it is very easy to be suspected.

Especially at this crucial moment, one slip and people might suspect you of being a spy from the Blood Demon Sect, and have someone monitor you for every moment of the day and night.

Just as he was wondering which unfortunate soul could take his place, Qing Yu felt a sudden whim.

"Hmm?"

Qing Yu couldn't help but look towards the lower left. In that position, it seemed like a certain person had caught his attention.

"Oh~" Qing Yu drew out the sound, "Interesting."

That person had also noticed Qing Yu and was remotely transmitting Divine Thought, inviting Qing Yu to meet.

With a light flick of his horsetail whisk, Qing Yu's body floated down, his three thousand strands of hair gently spreading like feathers, giving the White-haired Taoist an otherworldly charm as if he were descending from the heaves, full of immortal aura.

The Qing Feng breeze swayed, and his drifting figure slowly landed on a pine tree below, toes lightly touching the treetop, firmly stabilizing his form.

"Taoist Qing Yu, greets this fellow Daoist."

Across from Qing Yu, at the bottom of a large tree, sat a young Taoist in a deep purple Daoist robe with a simple Daoist hairpin on his head, sitting cross-legged on the ground, fingers forming a Tao Technique, with Mystic Energy lingering around him, not seeming like a common mortal.

This Taoist had a handsome countenance and appeared to be in his twenties, but his indifferent and archaic air involuntarily made one overlook his young visage.

Hearing Qing Yu's words, the young Taoist slowly opened his eyes, his wells of stillness glancing at the White-haired Taoist standing atop the tree, and he gave a slight nod, "I am Xuan Du, greetings, fellow Daoist."

"Xuan Du? Fellow Daoist's name rings a bell. I've heard that the Tao Master of the Supreme Tao, in his days wandering in the worldly society, was known by the Daoist name Xuan Du. May I inquire as to the relationship between fellow Daoist and the Supreme Taoist?" Qing Yu lightly ran his fingers over the scabbard of the Qiuli, asking.

"Supreme Tao has always been passed down in a single line, one master and one disciple, the master as Supreme, the disciple as Xuan Du. The Xuan Du of the past is the Supreme of today. The Xuan Du of today is the Supreme of the future," the Taoist known as "Xuan Du" said blandly.

'So he is, in fact, the Supreme Daoist.' Qing Yu scrutinized the young Taoist below, thinking to himself.

The Supreme Daoist once topped the list of famed individuals, shrouded in mystery with an elusive presence. His recorded battles in the eyes of the world could be counted on one hand, but it was these few battles that made him the undisputed number one on that list.

He once subdued Zhang Yangping with a flick of his fingers, and with sheer presence, frightened the notorious Nanjiang Fisherman, Lin Huaigou, into paralysis on the list of famous individuals. Though mysterious, his legend always circulated in the martial world.

There was once a warrior of the Divinity Realm who claimed he would be the first amongst his peers to Ascend to God.

Of course, all that is in the past now. The present Supreme Daoist is now a True Core Realm cultivator, his Realm vastly different from before, and he can no longer be viewed in the same old light.

If he were still wasting away in the Divine Origin Realm, Qing Yu would not be so solemn.

"However, I never expected that today I would have the honor of meeting the Supreme Daoist," Qing Yu said with a smile, drifting down to the ground, facing Xuan Du.

"Why put on such pretense, fellow Daoist? I can sense that we are kindred spirits, otherwise why would I have invited fellow Daoist down for a meeting?"

Xuan Du slowly stood up and took a step forward, his indifferent face showing not a ripple; yet, his body exuded an intangible presence, slowly pressing towards Qing Yu, "The Saint forgets love, the lowest are bound by it. Those who cherish love are among the common. Fellow Daoist, does my statement hold true?"

"True, yet not quite so."

Qing Yu's smiling expression faded as if it had never appeared, his lofty and detached gaze took its place in his eyes, the left hand trailing Qiuli and the right held behind his back, merely standing there but with a sense of depth and solidity.

"Forgetting love is not heartlessness. The Dao is heartless yet holds love, the Dao cherishes love yet is loveless. Those who are cherished by love are not burdened by it; such is the true principle of the Great Dao. Fellow Daoist's Mental State claims to be Forget Love, yet it is, in actuality, heartlessness."

Qing Yu gazed into Xuan Du's eyes and faintly expressed his own understanding of Forget Love.

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