Checking in for 100,000 Years Chapter 1027: Master?

"The Ninth Temple Master is indeed one of the avatars of the Black Ming Divine Spider; however, which disciple of the Dragon God Sect is he?"

Ye Yun observed the Ninth Temple Master with a subtle flicker in his eyes, scrutinizing him intently.

The middle-aged man presented a sturdy physique, complete with thick eyebrows and large eyes, projecting an image of uprightness and honor. Such an appearance was fairly common within the Dragon God Sect.

Consequently, it proved difficult for Ye Yun to form a definitive judgment based solely on his looks.

"Young lady, what is your name?"

The Ninth Temple Master offered a slight smile, his gaze exceptionally gentle.

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

Gu Anran responded with a faint smile.

She felt an inexplicable warmth towards the Ninth Temple Master, a sensation akin to facing her senior brother.

This feeling was one she cherished greatly.

"Gu Anran... Hmm, that name carries a heroic spirit, no less than a man's. A fine name indeed!"

The Ninth Temple Master mused with a smile.

Following this, a hint of awkwardness crossed his face as he admitted, "As for my name, I've actually forgotten it long ago. It was only after arriving in the Divine Land that I gave myself a new one: 'Cang Ming'."

"Oh!"

Gu Anran acknowledged with a nod.

Ye Yun's heart stirred, and he inquired with a smile, "Temple Master, your name seems significant; is it perhaps derived from the Cangnan Continent and the Black Ming Divine Spider?"

"Precisely! One should never forget their origins. After all, coming from the Cangnan Continent, which was once my home..."

Cang Ming's gaze drifted in a particular direction, his face tinged with nostalgia.

"Temple Master, do you retain any memories of your past life?"

Gu Anran moved closer, conjuring a barrier with a raise of her hand to encompass herself, Ye Yun, and the other two, then posed her question mysteriously.

"My memories from my previous existence seem to have vanished entirely; I recall nothing..."

Cang Ming sighed, his expression etched with melancholy.

"Then you are truly to be pitied. I, however, recall fragments, which is how I found my senior brother..."

A wave of shared empathy washed over Gu Anran. She suddenly clasped Ye Yun's hand, looked at Cang Ming, and lamented, "Fortunately, I have my senior brother; otherwise, I would never have made it to the Divine Land!"

"Your senior brother managed to cultivate to the Third Level of the True God Realm from that place; he must be an extraordinary genius!"

Cang Ming offered his praise.

His gaze flickered, unexpectedly settling upon the sword sheathed behind Ye Yun.

The hilt of this particular sword evoked a sense of familiarity within him.

"May I have a look at your sword?"

Cang Ming's voice deepened as he made the request.

"Certainly."

A tremor went through Ye Yun's heart. He unfastened the sword from his back and presented it to Cang Ming.

Cang Ming accepted it and drew the blade. Upon witnessing the severely damaged state of the sword, his gaze froze, and his body gave a slight tremor.

"This is... the sword I lost when I first entered the Divine Land; how did it fall into your possession?"

Cang Ming looked directly at Ye Yun, his eyes burning with intensity as he questioned him.

Before Ye Yun could respond, Gu Anran interjected, "Temple Master, we purchased it from a street vendor in Yunxiao City!"

"Ah, I see."

Cang Ming murmured, his fingers tracing the blade, a profound sense of affection surfacing in his eyes.

From his earliest recollections, this sword had been his constant companion. Later, upon entering the Divine Land, he had endured countless battles, yet it was lost at a crucial juncture.

At this precise moment.

A significant ripple stirred within Ye Yun's heart.

He fixed his gaze intently on Cang Ming and reiterated his question: "Is this sword truly yours, Temple Master?"

"Would I, your Temple Master, utter a falsehood? This sword accompanied me all the way from the Cangnan Continent, through countless skirmishes, hence its current damaged state,"

Cang Ming declared with solemn conviction.

Hiss!

Upon hearing this, Ye Yun drew a sharp breath.

A fifty percent probability existed that the Ninth Temple Master, Cang Ming, standing before him, was his master.

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

However.

Ye Yun found himself leaning increasingly towards the former possibility.

This sword, which his master had never parted with in the past, was certainly with him during the catastrophe that befell the Dragon God Sect. The likelihood of it being lost was exceptionally slim.

Contemplating this, even Ye Yun, with his steadfast Dao Heart, felt an overwhelming surge of excitement.

One hundred thousand years ago.

When Ye Yun was merely an infant, he was discovered abandoned in the wilderness by his master and brought back to the Dragon God Sect.

Subsequently, his master nurtured him into adulthood, showering him with unwavering care.

It could be said that his master treated him with the affection of both a mentor and a father, bestowing upon him a grace as profound as a mountain.

Yet.

Ye Yun had not transmigrated before his own birth; rather, upon crossing over, he had entered the body of the infant found in the wilderness.

The infant's birth time should not have exceeded one month back then. Due to the absence of a 'golden finger' and being less than a month old, Ye Yun was exceptionally feeble.

It was a stroke of luck that he wasn't devoured by wild beasts during that period. As the dark night enveloped the land, the mountain winds howled with ferocity, and the temperature plummeted drastically. Just as Ye Yun felt the icy grip of death closing in, his master made a timely appearance. His master scooped him up from the desolate ground and brought him back to the hallowed halls of the Dragon God Sect.

From that pivotal moment, the infant's entry into the Dragon God Sect marked the genesis of its future glory. His master ascended to become an invincible powerhouse, a figure of legend, unrivaled across the vast Cangnan Continent. Any cultivator of the Eternity Realm would find themselves trembling at the mere mention of Ye Yun's name.

...

"Senior Brother, is everything alright?" Gu Anran, noticing Ye Yun's subtle tremor, couldn't help but inquire.

"It's nothing. It's just that seeing the sword returned to its rightful owner, I feel a sense of joy for Palace Master Cang Ming..." Ye Yun replied with a smile, a flicker of crystalline emotion momentarily surfacing in his eyes.

"This sword has long since severed its connection with me. Since you admire it, I shall bestow it upon you!" Cang Ming offered the sword back with both hands, his words accompanied by a warm smile. The young man before him exuded a profound sense of affinity, creating an atmosphere as comforting as a gentle spring breeze.

"Thank you... Temple Master." Ye Yun accepted the sword with a light smile, then retrieved the Bronze Treasure Box and placed the White Dragon Sword within its protective confines.

A look of curiosity dawned on Cang Ming's face. Gu Anran, standing beside him, provided an explanation, "Temple Master, my Senior Brother is in the process of repairing this sword..."

"I see..." Cang Ming nodded, his gaze lingering on the ancient and enigmatic Bronze Treasure Box. The method of repair he was witnessing was unlike anything he had encountered before.

"Senior Brother, is Palace Master Cang Ming our master, or perhaps another disciple of the Dragon God Sect?" Gu Anran suddenly projected her inquiry mentally. She recalled their earlier encounter at the stall where the White Dragon Sword was acquired, and Ye Yun had alluded to its origins.

"Palace Master Cang Ming seems to have lost his memory. Based solely on this sword, we cannot definitively ascertain if he is our master, but he is undoubtedly a disciple of the Dragon God Sect..." Ye Yun transmitted back, after a moment of contemplation. Although he harbored a strong suspicion that Cang Ming was indeed his master, he refrained from offering a definitive answer to his junior sister without absolute certainty.

"Understood!" Gu Anran acknowledged with a nod, a hint of disappointment in her expression.

Suddenly, Ye Yun's demeanor shifted, and a smile graced his lips as he declared, "The repair is complete." With that, he opened the Bronze Treasure Box and withdrew the White Dragon Sword. The revitalized White Dragon Sword now blazed with brilliant silver light, emanating a formidable aura. Its quality had been restored to the supreme grade of the Emperor Level.

"What astonishing speed for a repair!" Cang Ming, witnessing the transformed sword beside him, displayed a look of profound shock. He marveled at the nature of the box, where a damaged treasured sword, placed within for such a brief duration, emerged completely restored. The feat was simply beyond comprehension!