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"Meng Jingzhou." The carriage owner, like his voice, was a carefree young man, cheerful and amiable, as if he could strike up a conversation with anyone.,Over the past decade living in this small town, he had heard tales from the scholar about celestial swords striking heaven's gate, stories of river demons stirring up floods a hundred miles away, and accounts of immortal disciples wielding flying swords to vanquish demons and protect humanity. He had even witnessed slovenly Daoists swindling people, leaping into the sky to escape custody, only to be brought back down by officials who flew after them.,Meng Jingzhou's face became very confused, and he shook his head as well: "I tested my spiritual roots in the clan, but the elder had a worried expression and didn't tell me the result. He just said that my talent was amazing and joining any of the five great immortal sects would be no problem. Wait until I join one of the five great immortal sects, and I will know then. I secretly asked my parents, and they were even more worried than the elder, and didn't tell me either."。