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Xianwei Planet – 2 Years Later

The twin moons of Xianwei hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the ancient sect grounds. A large courtyard bustled with activity as Star Network's Xianxia Division set up their broadcasting equipment.

This was no ordinary interview.

Today, Xiaolan, the young prodigy, would speak.

Only 13 years old, she had already made a name for herself across the cultivation world. With her mysterious flute techniques, legendary golden eyes, and talent that rivaled the greats, she had been dubbed the Successor of Liufeng, the founder of the revered Spirit Sect.

No one knew where she came from. No one knew her origins.

But her power spoke for itself.

The interview was being broadcasted live across the galaxy.

Billions tuned in to watch.

At the center of the scene, a refined young girl in white robes sat with an air of effortless grace. Her long, silky black hair cascaded down her back, and her golden eyes shone with a wisdom far beyond her years.

In front of her sat Elder Wen, a respected host of Star Network's Xianxia Division. He had interviewed emperors, immortal sages, and ancient monsters.

But even he was intrigued by this young genius.

Taking a deep breath, he started the interview.

"Xiaolan, the world has dubbed you Liufeng's successor. Many great sects have even tried to recruit you, but you remain independent. How did you achieve such strength at such a young age?"

Xiaolan smiled faintly. A hint of nostalgia flickered in her golden eyes.

She lowered her gaze for a moment before answering.

"It is all thanks to Teacher."

The moment she spoke, the chat of the live stream exploded.

> [Who is her teacher?!]

[Another hidden ancient expert?!]

[I bet it's some secluded old monster!]

[Someone please find out who it is! We need to pay respects!]

Elder Wen's eyes flashed with interest.

"Teacher?" he repeated. "Who is this teacher of yours?"

Xiaolan's golden eyes grew even more reverent.

"My teacher is a great master of the Dao. A figure beyond mortal comprehension. The depth of his knowledge is infinite, and his wisdom transcends time itself."

The chat exploded again.

> [WHAT?!]

[WHO IS THIS MONSTER?!]

[ANOTHER SLEEPING LEGEND?]

[PLEASE, GREAT MASTER, ACCEPT ME AS A DISCIPLE TOO!]

Elder Wen was now completely absorbed.

"This… teacher of yours. Can you tell us more about them?"

Xiaolan nodded solemnly.

"I first encountered Teacher when I awoke with my golden eyes and flute. I did not understand my path. I was lost. But Teacher guided me."

She clutched her flute.

"He told me my flute was a vessel of power. That I must attune myself to its resonance. That only through perseverance would I understand its mysteries."

Her voice grew softer.

"And he was right."

The camera zoomed in on her face as she continued.

"Teacher never sought fame. Never sought recognition. He only imparted knowledge selflessly, guiding those who were fated to walk the path of cultivation."

She paused.

And then, with absolute sincerity, she said:

"I owe everything to Teacher SilentQuill."

Silence.

For a moment, the entire galaxy held its breath.

Then—

BOOM!

The chat erupted.

> [WHO THE HELL IS SILENTQUILL?!]

[THAT NAME SOUNDS LIKE A SCHOLAR FROM THE HEAVENLY LIBRARY SECT!]

[IS HE FROM THE ANCIENT DAOIST CLANS?!]

[I MUST FIND HIM! PLEASE, SENIOR QUILL, ACCEPT ME TOO!]

Elder Wen looked like he had just uncovered an ancient prophecy.

"SilentQuill… A master hidden from the world…"

He turned back to Xiaolan, his voice eager.

"Where can we find this great master?"

Xiaolan shook her head. "Teacher does not reveal himself easily."

Her golden eyes flashed.

"But I know this much—his words can be found across the Star Web. Those fated may discover them, just as I did."

The interview ended with Xiaolan playing a melody on her flute.

And across the galaxy, billions searched for the name SilentQuill.

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Meanwhile, on a Certain Planet…

Linxia yawned, stretching as he reached for his terminal.

He had just woken up from a nap and was feeling refreshed.

But the moment he opened his system interface, his drowsiness disappeared instantly.

[Ding! Congratulations! Your novel The Sightless Path has surpassed 100 million views!]

[Ding! You have gained 23 million new followers!]

[Ding! You have obtained 23 million EXPR!]

Linxia's mind froze.

His fingers twitched.

His breath caught.

"…W-what?"

He blinked rapidly, trying to process what he was seeing.

23 million followers?! 23 MILLION?!

His book was barely 3 months old!

And yet, in the span of a single night, his numbers had exploded.

He checked the comment section, and his soul almost left his body.

> [GREAT MASTER SILENTQUILL, PLEASE TEACH ME!]

[MASTER QUILL, THIS DISCIPLE BEGS FOR GUIDANCE!]

[SILENTQUILL! SILENTQUILL! SILENTQUILL!]

Linxia's hands shook.

What. The. Hell. Was. Happening?!