Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 2000 Returning Home in Glory
Chapter 2001

After the lively homecoming ceremony, it's time to reward those who have contributed.

With a flick of his finger, Liu Qinghuan produced a storage ring. He casually handed the ring to Yan Zhengfeng and gave the instructions:

"Inside here are three Immortal Spirit Wells and a Sword Testing Platform."

"Three mouths?" Yan Zhengfeng and the elders around him were stunned for a moment before revealing their surprise and delight.

The sect elders and sect leader all knew about the mission to search for the Immortal Spirit Wells at the sect assembly, but they didn't expect Liu Qinghuan to find three at once.

“That’s good.” Liu Qinghuan said, “One of them is the Flowing Clouds Immortal Spring, with rich and pure immortal energy. It will be placed in the back mountain of the sect for Senior Brother Dayan and other members of the sect to use.”

There are also two Immortal Wells. One of them is called Qinglan, which I exchanged with Li Shan. Its immortal light is like jade, and its spiritual energy is like the surging tide of the sea. It is extremely pure.

The other one, however, is a celestial well with both metal and fire attributes…

At this point, Liu Qinghuan paused, recalling what had happened a few days ago.

After winning that battle that raged through the nine heavens, his fame grew ever more illustrious, and his reputation in the cultivation world reached its zenith. Invitations to banquets were countless, and even when he went out casually, he was always met with all sorts of chance encounters and romantic getaways.

He gave a lecture at the temple, and the number of cultivators who rushed to the scene almost burst the temple alive.

For this reason, he simply stayed indoors for the next few days, and it was at this time that the cultivator surnamed Qu came to his door.

This person had previously wanted to exchange the Golden Fire Immortal Well in his possession for a primordial magic treasure.

But the others weren't stupid either.

Primordial treasures are incredibly rare and precious; only a handful appeared at the entire trade fair. Each one could attract countless people to fight over them. Who would willingly exchange such a priceless treasure for a mere Immortal Spirit Well?

In comparison, while the Golden Fire Immortal Well is a rare treasure that can aid in cultivation, it is far from being an unattainable unique item, and naturally it is even less likely to catch the eye of cultivators who possess ancient magical treasures.

Therefore, even as the sect conference was drawing to a close, this cultivator surnamed Qu was unable to achieve his wish.

Perhaps finally seeing clearly that his obsession was futile and recognizing reality, the cultivator surnamed Qu finally let go of his unrealistic expectations and turned to Liu Qinghuan, hoping to exchange the Golden Fire Immortal Spirit Well for a Heaven-Rank pill.

Unfortunately, Liu Qinghuan had no more Heaven-Rank pills left. In the end, he exchanged a ten-thousand-year-old spiritual herb for the Golden Fire Immortal Spirit Well.

"This well was born from the source of the immortal vein of Geng Metal Fire, and the immortal energy it produces is pure and refined, which is extremely beneficial to the cultivation of cultivators with metal and fire spiritual roots. Place it together with the Qinglan Well on Jiuzang Mountain."

"Yes, Your Excellency." Yan Zhengfeng accepted the storage ring with both hands and bowed in response.

"As for that sword-testing platform, it is said to be an ancient secret realm." Liu Qinghuan continued slowly, "Within the secret realm, the laws of heaven and earth are self-contained, and it can withstand the full force of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator."

Yan Zhengfeng was overjoyed upon hearing this: "There are still two small secret realms within the sect for lower-level disciples to practice in, but higher-level disciples have never had a suitable place to train. This Sword Trial Platform is just the right place!"

"There are other supplies, as well as rewards for the disciples' training. You can distribute them according to the sect's rules and merits," Liu Qinghuan instructed.

In this sect conference, in addition to winning third place in the secret realm treasure hunt, many of the disciples who went out also showed their talents and performed well on the later competition stage.

In addition, the trade fair yielded many gains. The sect's resources were exchanged for a considerable amount of more needed resources, enough to satisfy the sect members' cultivation needs for a period of time.

The Wen Shi Sect's foundation was ultimately lacking, especially in terms of top-tier cultivation resources, where it was severely deficient and stretched thin.

Take the three Immortal Spirit Wells that were acquired this time, for example. The spirit stones taken out by the sect were enough to buy one of them, and the other two were filled with his own private funds.

However, the foundation of a sect can never be built overnight. Only through years of accumulation and refinement can its shortcomings be gradually made up.

The illustrious reputation of top immortal sects is the result of the accumulation of dozens of generations of cultivators passing down their knowledge, and the legacy of their lineage and the accumulation of treasures over thousands of years. It is by no means something that can be caught up with overnight.

The Wen Shi Sect has only just gained a foothold in the cultivation world by taking advantage of Liu Qinghuan's influence. The road ahead is still very long.

Sitting in the main seat, Liu Qinghuan watched the light in the eyes of the disciples receiving their rewards and felt a sense of satisfaction.

They are the future of the Wenshi School, its most vibrant hope. Only with these younger generations' ambition and striving spirit can the Wenshi School truly become a prestigious and renowned school.

After a lively gathering, Liu Qinghuan declined everyone's invitations to stay and returned to her own peak in the back mountain—Qingmiao Peak.

Qingmiao Peak has always been off-limits to outsiders. The peak is shrouded in mist and clouds all year round and is planted with orchids and bamboo.

The moment he stepped through the peak gate, the hustle and bustle of the outside world was completely shut out, and even the wind seemed to soften. He turned around, looking at Zhang Yixuan, Xia Qingzhi, and the other disciples who had followed him all the way, and said gently:

“You’ve all been working hard these past few days, go back and rest, you don’t need to follow me.”

"Yes, Master." The disciples bowed in unison and respectfully took their leave.

After sending the disciples away, he released Yueyan and the others.

“You all go and have fun. You can go back to Qingming in a few days. Fu Bao, keep an eye on Hui Tian. Don’t let it go to the alchemy room or the scripture pavilion, and don’t let it steal the elders’ spirit wine.”

Fu Bao chuckled: "Yes, Master, I will definitely keep a close eye on it."

Meanwhile, Hui Tian looked around, as if to say, "I don't understand what you're saying."

After sending everyone away, Liu Qinghuan finally had some peace and quiet and turned to enter her own quiet room.

The room was furnished very simply, with only a futon, a stone table, and a landscape painting hanging on the wall.

He sat cross-legged on the futon, closed his eyes, concentrated on circulating his inner energy. After several cycles, the noise and violence he had picked up during his trip were completely washed away, and he returned to a state of peace and tranquility.

After calming himself down, he remembered his business and with a flick of his finger, he poured out several storage rings from his sleeve.

These were naturally obtained from Xuan Yin.

A faint light emanated from Liu Qinghuan's fingertips, and with a gentle wipe, she completely erased the last trace of Xuan Yin's divine consciousness imprint on the storage ring.

He picked up each storage ring one by one, probed them with his divine sense, and began to examine them carefully.

Thunderous purple lightning hammer, ancient lamp with green flames, and a tattered banner.

These three items are rare and precious treasures from the primordial era.

Those two Thunder Purple Lightning Hammers are the highest quality of the three. When the two hammers strike each other, they can unleash annihilating purple lightning, with power comparable to Liu Qinghuan's Seven-Pointed Bow.

The Azure Flame Ancient Lamp is a supreme treasure capable of obscuring heaven and earth, sealing the soul, and clouding the six senses. It renders people unable to see or hear, as if they were trapped in an endless, dark prison, unable even to release their divine thoughts.

He hadn't had time to study that tattered banner carefully yet, but it must be quite good.

Besides these three primordial treasures, Xuan Yin's true trump cards—the Spring Water Pouch and the True Demon Sword Talisman—also fell into Liu Qinghuan's hands.

In addition, he used his thieving skills to empty Xuan Yin's storage space and obtain a large amount of wealth.

It can be said that Xuan Yin was basically stripped naked from head to toe, except for his underwear.

Almost forgot, he also received an unexpected surprise: the black armor that Xuan Yin wore at the end was actually a primordial treasure with extremely strong defensive capabilities.

"Indeed, robbery is the most profitable thing with no risk..." Liu Qinghuan sighed, toying with the True Demon Sword Talisman in his hand.

A Xuan Yin, six ancient magical treasures, and the wealth accumulated over tens of thousands of years—in the end, it all benefited him. It wasn't for nothing that he fought that hard battle.

Strangely, he did not find the recipe for the Elixir of Immortality or the Immortal Moon Toad Venom in Xuan Yin's storage ring and storage space.

He didn't really want to refine an elixir of immortality; it was just that this ancient formula, passed down from antiquity, was of great value for observation and research.

However, this regret is insignificant compared to the gains made this time.

Overall, he could be considered to have returned with a full harvest from this sect conference at the summit of the Nine Heavens, and he was quite satisfied.

Perhaps because he participated in the Nine Heavens Summit Sect Conference, in the following period of time, various similar invitations came one after another, all wanting to invite him.

Only then did Liu Qinghuan realize that the number of sect conferences, Dao discussions, alchemy gatherings, and sword competitions held annually in the various realms of the Three Thousand Realms was countless.

He used to never attend any events, and no one dared to invite him. Now, however, he seems to have eight invitations waiting for him every day.

He doesn't have the time to keep these appointments.

Sure enough, they had only rested for a few days when the debt collectors came knocking on their door...