Xuan Cang, the Supreme God, went to the Luoshui.

Back then, he needed the heart scale of a white dragon for medicine. The dying white dragon clan leader voluntarily offered his heart scale, only asking for one thing in return. Since Xuan Cang had agreed, it was time for him to fulfill his promise.

The divination of this fateful calamity came at the right time, and he also wanted to see what capabilities this white dragon omen had to threaten him.

The majestic and noble Xuan Cang arrived at the Luoshui. As his spiritual power emerged, all the demons in the river, big and small, trembled in fear and scrambled to avoid him.

He originally thought the white dragon would show itself, but after standing above the Luoshui for a while, there was no trace of the white dragon. He reached out to investigate, only to find no signs of the white dragon anywhere, with only a hint of dragon clan aura lingering.

It had already left? Xuan Cang slightly furrowed his brows, closed his eyes to divine, then put down his hand and headed south.

Before he actively searched, he heard people discussing the white dragon.

Two small cultivators were talking. One said, "That Guiyi Immortal Sect is really lucky to be able to take in a disciple from the dragon clan, and it's said to be from the white dragon clan."

The other said, "Wasn't the white dragon clan wiped out long ago? How could a member of the white dragon clan appear now?"

"Who knows? After all, the dragon clan is powerful. It wouldn't be strange if some luckily survived."

Xuan Cang heard quite a few such discussions. That white dragon had become a disciple of Guiyi Immortal Sect? He found it strange. The white dragon clan leader had asked him for a promise back then and should have told this white dragon.

With a prior agreement, why didn't it go to Mount Youfu and instead went to that Guiyi Immortal Sect? Could it be that the white dragon felt its identity was unworthy of entering Mount Youfu?

Regardless, he had to meet that white dragon first.

The Supreme God Xuan Cang condescended to visit Guiyi Immortal Sect. The entire sect was overwhelmed with the honor. The sect master led a group of peak masters and personal disciples to bow and welcome him.

Xuan Cang had become a god for tens of thousands of years and naturally disdained such mundane immortal sects. Without even looking at the crowd, he only said to the sect master in front, "I want to see the white dragon. Take me to meet her."

When Xuan Cang entered Blazing Flame Valley, Bai Ling was completing a task assigned by her master, refining a piece of the Yin Overcast Iron. She had a petite figure, but held a large hammer in her hands. Raising the hammer was as light as a feather, and striking down was as heavy as a thousand pounds. Amidst the flying sparks, the earth shook and mountains swayed, and the entire furnace reverberated with loud clangs.

"Bai Ling, quickly stop for a moment and come pay respects to the Supreme God Xuan Cang! The Supreme God has specially come to see you." The sect master glanced at Xuan Cang's furrowed brows and hurriedly called out to Bai Ling.

Bai Ling, who was immersed in hammering, turned her head and saw the sect master and the handsome man beside him.

Bai Ling: Wow, so handsome!

Bai Ling's favorability towards Xuan Cang +100.

She was wearing white clothes, with her sleeves rolled up because it was too hot. Her hair was a bit damp with sweat, and her cheeks were flushed red, giving her a somewhat unruly appearance. Putting down the hammer, she walked up to Xuan Cang and bowed with a very good attitude.

"Bai Ling pays respects to the Supreme God Xuan Cang. How did the Supreme God know I was here and even specially came to see me?"

Xuan Cang's brows furrowed even more tightly as he spoke indifferently, "What a strange accent. Hasn't anyone taught you to speak properly?"

Bai Ling's smile stiffened, and her face fell in an instant. Great, this was the only person she had encountered since coming to this world who criticized her accent. What the hell does my accent have to do with you???

Bai Ling's favorability towards Xuan Cang -1000.

Xuan Cang's tone was indifferent. "Tidy yourself up and follow me to Mount Youfu. From now on, you will be my disciple."

He glanced at Bai Ling's current attire and frowned again, his displeasure evident. "Once at Mount Youfu, you must abide by its rules and cannot have unkempt clothing. Considering you are still a young beast lacking in manners, I will have someone teach you these things."

Bai Ling found him utterly ridiculous, and a surge of anger rose in her heart. "Are you done talking? If you're done, leave on your own. I already have a master, who said I wanted to acknowledge you as my master?"

What's the use of being so handsome when your eyes are on the top of your head, and you still look down on her like this and that. She was fed up with his attitude. What the hell!

Xuan Cang: "...What did you say?"

If the other party wasn't so powerful, Bai Ling would have cursed him out on the spot. But now she could only suppress her anger and say, "I'm saying, please go back on your own. I'll stay here."

Xuan Cang never expected that he would take the initiative to come and take in a disciple, only to be rejected. In his many years as a god, he had never encountered such an ungrateful person.

"The white dragon clan leader helped me with a small favor back then, and I promised him to take you as my disciple in return." He said in a deep voice, "Think carefully."

Bai Ling was very stubborn and only said one sentence: "I won't go to Mount Youfu."

Seeing her so obstinate, Xuan Cang was silent for a moment, then looked down at this little white dragon with a cold tone: "Among the dragon clans, the black dragons are the most revered. My original form is a black dragon. After becoming a god, I solely occupy a world of my own, creating Mount Youfu. How can the trivial little techniques here compare to my cultivation? Yet you say you are unwilling to be my disciple, truly foolish beyond belief."