"No." Tang Xintian shook her head, "I want to take revenge with my own hands, but I'm not strong enough. Please let me practice with you. I want to be your disciple."

Su Bai didn't expect that Tang Xintian would make such a request. He didn't know whether to agree or reject for a moment.

"Is that okay?" Tang Xintian's big eyes flashed, as if she was eager.

"I have nothing to teach you."

Su Bai was obviously reluctant, but Tang Xintian refused to give up and followed Su Bai all day long, making Su Bai unable to practice with peace of mind.

Su Bai couldn't bear to scold her, so he could only sigh and said, "When you were in Beixuanzong, you should have seen the disciples practicing. Cultivation is not achieved overnight, it is a very arduous journey, and it is even related to your talent. If

You are not suitable for cultivation, and no matter how much I teach you, it won't change the results much."

"I understand, but I will work hard." Tang Xintian insisted on becoming Su Bai's teacher.

Su Bai had no choice but to agree. After all, she was sincere.

In the days that followed, Su Bai took care of Tang Xintian's cultivation. Although Tang Xintian was the daughter of the head of Beixuan Sect, Tang Tian protected her very well and could not bear to let her endure hardships, so she stopped practicing.

She learned the sword moves Su Bai taught her very slowly and did not show any special talent.

The older people in Tai Cang Pavilion all persuaded Su Bai to give up, saying unceremoniously that any disciple he could find in Tai Cang Pavilion would be far more talented in cultivation than Tang Xintian.

Su Bai just smiled at such words. Although Tang Xintian lacked talent in cultivation, she was willing to work hard. Su Bai saw his own reflection in her. Perhaps, Tang Xintian would also stand in this world in the future.

The most pinnacle existence in the world.

On this day, Su Bai was teaching Tang Xintian the sword move of "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Clan", when a piece of bad news reached his ears.

Beimang True Immortal wants to unite three powerful people of True Immortal level to attack Tai Cang Pavilion.

He claimed that he wanted to avenge his dead disciple.

Naturally, Su Bai couldn't just sit idly by and ignore this matter.

After all, Beimang Zhenxian's disciple died in his hands.

"This old ghost from Beimang is determined to fight against me, Taicang Pavilion. In this case, we can only accept the challenge!"

A cold look flashed across Hao Weiren's eyes. He wanted them to hand over Su Bai from Taicang Pavilion. It was simply a fool's errand!

Su Bai followed many seniors outside Taicang Pavilion and saw golden thrones appearing in the void. There were three thrones. On each throne sat a powerful man of the true immortal level. The one in the center

That person is the True Immortal Beimang.

"Has it finally appeared..." Immortal Beimang, who sensed Su Bai's aura and squinted his eyes, slowly opened his eyes wide and stared at Su Bai below. He immediately stood up and said coldly, "Su

Bai, you killed my disciple for no reason. Even if Taicang Pavilion protects you today, I, Beimang, will still take your life!"

"Killing your disciple for no reason?" Su Bai felt that this excuse was extremely ridiculous. He did it with Chu Qiong's consent. Chu Qiong didn't take him seriously at all, and he was killed carelessly in the end. Can he be blamed for this?
Chapter completed!