Thud—

Chen Mo collapsed to the ground, fainting instantly.

Exclamations erupted at the scene, and several figures swiftly flew to the platform; they were Huo Wuya, Shen Zhixia, and a few Peak Masters.

"Master, what's wrong with my brother?" Shen Zhixia asked anxiously.

Huo Wuya took Chen Mo's wrist and inspected carefully. His expression eased slightly, saying: "Don't worry, his body is not seriously harmed, but his divine soul is somewhat unstable. It was due to excessive expenditure during the teaching process; after some recuperation, he should be fine."

"That's good."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at his words.

Not to mention that Chen Mo had imparted wisdom to them, the Imperial Consort and Daoist Venerable were still within the Sect; should anything go wrong, it would be hard to explain to them.

After Huo Wuya confirmed Chen Mo's wellbeing, he asked Shen Zhixia to take others and return to their residence to rest.

Watching their departing figures, Huo Wuya hesitated for a moment, as if making a decision, then stood up to face the disciples below.

The air gradually quieted down, with all eyes gathering on him.

Huo Wuya cast his gaze over every face, then spoke loudly:

"I'm sure you all realize how precious that inheritance is."

"Mr. Chen could have comprehended it alone, yet he actively chose to share it with all disciples of Martial Saint Mountain; it's because of this that you can have the honor of listening to this teaching that spans a millennium!"

Everyone present certainly knew the high value of this insight.

Although it couldn't rapidly increase their strength, it fundamentally reshaped their understanding of martial arts, because only with a solid foundation could one possibly progress further.

The Great Dao contains three thousand paths, all leading to the same destination. Even upon one day breaking through to the Heavenly Human Realm, one can still derive new understandings from it.

Such creation is far more valuable than any cultivation technique or martial arts, and Chen Mo is willing to share it with everyone, what immeasurable magnanimity is this?

Huo Wuya continued, "As far as I know, before coming to Martial Saint Mountain, Mr. Chen handled several significant matters in the Southern Border... not only did he exterminate remnants of the Gu God Sect, saving thousands of people from peril, but he also personally destroyed a barbarian tribe!"

"What?"

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned.

Even Zi Wenzhong and others looked confused, not expecting Chen Mo to have achieved such feats, yet he never mentioned a word about it.

"Mr. Chen once said, the true hero fights for the nation and its people."

"Now it appears that this statement is not only a slogan but a martial arts path he personally practices!"

"We martial cultivators should emulate Mr. Chen to be worthy of the Holy Sect's name!"

Huo Wuya's voice echoed across the square like a bell, "I hereby declare that from today onwards, Mr. Chen shall serve as our Sect's Guest Elder Tributor, on the same level as Elder Xuanxiao! Furthermore, I will send several disciples to the Capital City to continue participating in court events, learning Jianghu ethics with Mr. Chen!"

"Indeed so!"

"We have no objections!"

"Mr. Chen's chivalrous spirit and abundant martial virtues make him truly a model for us!"

"A master in imparting knowledge and guidance, he deserves to be called Master Chen!"

Below, everyone voiced agreement, eyes gleaming with fervor.

At this moment, their reverence for Chen Mo reached its peak, bringing along a newfound impression of the court.

"Alright, everyone return to your cultivation, today's insights must be well digested, don't waste Mr. Chen's painstaking efforts." Huo Wuya waved his hand and said.

"Yes."

The disciples responded in unison.

As the crowd dispersed, the square returned to silence.

Tan Han approached, scratching his head, and said: "Sect Master, isn't this decision a bit rash?"

Jiang Zhiyun also hesitated, saying: "There's no issue with appointing Mr. Chen as Sect Tributor, but putting him on the same level as Elder Xuanxiao might be too exaggerated, isn't it? That's only second under you... and not mentioning that it hasn't happened within the Sect before, Mr. Chen himself might not even agree..."

"Regardless of his agreement, our attitude must be sufficient." Huo Wuya gazed at the Qilin lazily yawning on the ground and said helplessly, "After all, he is the sole direct disciple recognized by the Qilin, you wouldn't actually want to call him Senior Uncle Ancestor, would you?"

"..."

For a moment, they were speechless.

This matter wasn't a whim from Huo Wuya but a well-considered decision.

Chen Mo's identity was far too special, upon careful consideration, the Guest Elder status was the most suitable.

It wouldn't seem too distant and yet avoid overstepping boundaries, and this way, Chen Mo could also become a link between the court and Martial Saint Sect, providing certain assurances for the Sect's development in the future.

"Initially, when Chen Mo absorbed the ultimate sword intent, I felt uneasy inside, but unexpectedly he returned with such a grand gift; in hindsight, we gained more from it." Tan Han couldn't help but sigh.

After all, the sword intent within the Sword Washing Pool was extremely formidable, not everyone could withstand it; only a few could enter the pool to cultivate.

Whereas Chen Mo publicly imparted teachings, allowing the entire Sect to benefit, the relative value was clear.

The one most awkward, however, was Zi Wenzhong.

He had clashed with Chen Mo multiple times, and each time ended in embarrassment.

This time, having listened to the ancestor's teachings, he gained considerable insight, feeling indebted to the other party.

"After suffering several thrashings, I still have to thank him; this situation is just..." Zi Wenzhong rubbed his brow, showing a distressed expression.

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Shen Zhixia supported Chen Mo, leading him back to the courtyard.

Upon entering the bedroom, she gently placed him on the bed, and fetched a basin of clear water, wetted a cloth, and wiped away the dust on his face from when he fell.