While watching the Indigo Thunder Peak Master losing his composure, Lin Yun stowed the medal and smiled, “Thank you for your praises.”

“Two bottles aren’t enough. One more!” The Indigo Thunder Peak Master said.

“It’s more than enough,” Lin Yun smiled, stowing the remaining three hundred thousand Nirvana Pellets.

“Secluded disciple… That’s equivalent to half the position of a Saint Elder. Ye Qingtian, you must be grateful to the Dragon Origin Great Saint,” the Indigo Thunder Peak Master said solemnly. “The Dragon Origin Great Saint might not seem friendly, but he has a warm heart. A few hundred years ago, he hugged the corpses of his disciples and cried. It’s hard to imagine seeing a Great Saint cry.”

Lin Yun asked, “Was he not accepting any more disciples because of this? What exactly happened?”

“The past is the past, and I was young then,” the Indigo Thunder Peak Master said, unwilling to mention it further. He continued, “Right, all the newly conferred saint disciples must be stationed in the God Burial Woods for half a year. So you have to be prepared for it.”

“The God Burial Woods?” Lin Yun was surprised because he had long heard of it before. There were myths that many deities died in the...