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Three Disciples, Three Legacies.
Author: Jimmy-Chuuu
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As time passed and he grew older, Juedai Jianren, who was estimated to be two hundred years old, decided to take three young children as his disciples.

He then passed down his magic to them, each according to the natural talents of the three children.

The first disciple, who was very fond of fighting, was given a cultivation book called the Book of Long Xuan Shu. This disciple turned out to have a very high cultivation talent, with pure energy so strong that it was hard to find a match.

With an extraordinary ability to cultivate true energy, this first disciple effortlessly created martial arts style after style, becoming an extremely feared figure in the martial world (Jianghu).

All the deadly sword arts and palm arts are contained in the book, making it both a dangerous and highly desirable legacy.

Juedai Jianren's second disciple was someone who was deeply steeped in the art of healing. His deep interest in healing led his teacher, Juedai Jianren, to give him the Book of Heavenly H
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