While others are serious about cultivating immortality, I will send their idiots to heaven.

Song Zhi stood in front of the magnificent arch and opened his arms enthusiastically to the entire Lingxian Sect.

She shouted happily, expecting to see her two senior brothers and her own apprentice running towards her as happily as she did in the next second.

But the picture in Song Zhi's imagination did not appear.

At the entrance of the majestic and incomparable sect, there were only a few fallen leaves falling in the wind.

There was only a puppet wearing a servant's jacket, slowly walking towards her.

"Hello cyclist."

"The villain is the gatekeeper of the Lingxian Sect, Xiao Jia."

"If there is an invitation from me, please present it first."

"If there is no invitation, please ask Xianke to report the origin of his name. After the villain completes the registration, he will immediately inform you of the complaint."

The puppet with a public face opened and closed his mouth and spoke in a business-like manner.

He was neither humble nor arrogant, but Song Zhi always felt uncomfortable.

"I, Song Zhi, am a member of the Lingxian Sect!!"

"I am one of your masters."

"I'm going back to my own school, no notification is needed."

Song Zhi gently spread his hands to the puppet Xiao Jia and started to feel a little irritated.

She never expected that she would be stuck outside the gate when she was rushing back to the teacher's gate covered in morning dew on a starry night.

This is a bit funny no matter how you look at it.

Song Zhi took out two communication talismans, one was sent to the fifth senior brother Feng Ye, and the other was passed to Zhao Muyang.

She's not stupid enough to argue with a mindless puppet.

This puppet was quite familiar to Song Zhi. After searching around in her memory, she found the source.

The puppets were clearly the same ones who had been fetching food and distributing water to the people and animals in the sinkhole of the Yanli Mine.

Thinking of the fourth senior brother saying that Thyme brought the banker's servants to the Lingxian Sect to help.

Song Zhi then guessed where Xiao Jia was from.

"Okay Cyclamen."

"Xiao Jia has registered and reported your information. Please wait patiently. Once the senior management responds, Xiao Jia will notify you immediately."

"There is tea and spiritual fruits here. The fairy can come in and wait for a while."

A golden light flashed in Xiao Jia's eyes, and in the next moment, he waved his hand to summon an exquisite cabin.

The house is located next to the sect.

Even after Song Zhi revealed his identity, the puppet, who had been programmed to do so, still refused to let her in.

Looking at the puppet who blinked and smiled, acting calm and steady, Song Zhi became numb.

*

Fortunately, Song Zhi's helplessness only lasted for a short while.

After receiving the summons, Feng Ye and Zhao Muyang rushed to the door with Wang Lu one after another.

"Xiao Jia lets go!"

"And alter the memory."

"Song Zhi is not a foreigner, but the seventh disciple of the leader of the Lingxian Sect. He is currently acting as the leader."

"The whole sect temporarily regards Song Zhi's order as the highest order, and Song Zhi has the highest right to speak."

Feng Ye fell to the ground first.

He first gave Song Zhi a gentle smile, then turned around and ordered Xiao Jia with a frown.

Xiao Jia stood blankly. After Feng Ye finished speaking, he took a moment to move his eyes again and regained his original vitality.

"Okay Master Fengye, the memory has been changed."

"Xiao Jia has relieved Master Feng Ye from his supreme command."

"Welcome Master Song Zhi back to the clan."

"I am your most considerate and loyal servant Xiaojia. Please take good care of me, Master Song Zhi."

Xiao Jia said to Feng Ye sternly. When he turned to face Song Zhi, the puppet smiled and his tone became flattering.

What a puppet of reality...

Seeing Feng Ye's complicated expression that was hard to explain, Song Zhi burst into laughter.

"Okay, Xiao Jia, you can do your own thing. I'll talk to my senior brother for a while." Song Zhi waved his hand in a kind and gentle manner, waving away the dutiful puppet.

As soon as Xiao Jia left, she immediately approached Feng Ye and asked about Xiao Jia's whereabouts.

"Xiao Jia is just one of the puppets."

"There are many puppets in the sect."

"Well, these puppets were brought by fellow Taoist Baili."

"It is said that it is the batch confiscated in the sinkhole of Yanli Mine."

"Xiaoyang made a special trip to inquire about it. He said that these puppets made of fine iron are now valuable but not marketable when taken outside!"

"Even the highest-level weapon refiners cannot create such a human-like puppet."

"The lowest cultivation level of these puppets is the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen Stage, and the highest level is the Nascent Soul Stage!"

"Fourth Senior Brother has branded them as Lingxian Sect. Apart from Master, you are the only one who can drive them now."

Feng Ye said with a smile, showing a bit of the heartlessness of a straight man.

Song Zhi listened carefully, his eyes filled with excitement.

Just when she was thinking and ambitious, the weakling Zhao Muyang finally flew to the sect with Wang Lu, who was even lower in cultivation.

At this moment, the grandiose welcome ceremony that Song Zhi had imagined at the beginning was officially staged.

*

"Zhiwei!"

"My good junior sister, senior brother misses you so much..."

Zhao Muyang opened his hands, shouted exaggeratedly, and rushed towards Song Zhi.

The little girl Wang Lu walked at the end with a beautiful and cute little face and twitching the corner of her mouth.

She missed Master more.

However, she couldn't be as unrestrained as the sixth uncle.

Looking at Zhao Muyang running towards him with a greasy expression on his face.

Song Zhi's eyebrows moved slightly, and he couldn't help but hesitate, should she give the cheap senior brother a perfunctory hug, or should she raise her foot and kick Zhao Laoliu away mercilessly?

Before he could figure it out, the passionate Zhao Muyang suddenly stopped.

Song Zhi looked at it in confusion, and saw Zhao Muyang suddenly changed his color, reached out to cover his eyes, and let out a scream!

"Ah! It's so flashy!"

"The trick is almost blinding!"

"Junior sister, what's the matter with you?"

"I haven't seen you for a month, and your spiritual aura is exposed like this. Are you okay?"

"It's so strange that I can't see through your cultivation..."

Zhao Muyang shouted in an exaggerated tone.

He clicked two isolating charms on his eyes, and then cautiously approached Song Zhi while asking puzzled questions.

When he mentioned it, Feng Ye on the side also felt something different about Song Zhi.

He let go of his spiritual consciousness to investigate carefully, and was surprised to find that he couldn't see through Song Zhi's cultivation.

When this happens, there is only one possibility.

That is, Song Zhi's current cultivation level is higher than him!

*

"Little Junior Sister! You, have you advanced???"

impossible?

How long has it been?

It’s just a month, not a year, ten years or a hundred years!

Song Zhi was in the early stage of the Golden Elixir. He succeeded in advancing so quickly. Was he higher in cultivation than him?

Is he dreaming?

Feng Ye blinked wildly in disbelief.

The two senior brothers looked at each other in shock, as if they were looking at something rare.

Song Zhi curled his lips and smiled, seeming to be modest, but in fact he said openly: "It's not bad, it's just that it's slightly improved by two realms."

"Currently, it's still at the level of Golden Elixir Perfection, and it's still far from the Nascent Soul."

"Because the realm is not stable, the aura cannot be completely gathered yet."

"I'm sorry, Sixth Senior Brother, I didn't expect the aura to pierce your eyes. Please bear with it for two more days. When my realm stabilizes, the aura can be taken back."