Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 464 Giving Treasures
"But the sect master was quite meticulous in his work. He brought back the main stem and branches of the spiritual medicine intact. Such good medicinal materials cannot be used for a while, so they can be transplanted to the sect's medicine garden. With Fairy Xianfeng taking care of them, it will not be a problem to keep them alive."

Zeng Wanglou suddenly realized that he was scolding the sect leader, and quickly found a way for the sect leader to get down.

Although the sect leader doesn't love his family, wanders around, causes trouble, and has a bunch of minor flaws, most of the resources in the sect are brought back by the sect leader alone, whether it is connections or materials.

How could he be so ungrateful as to complain?

This is so inappropriate.

He was ready to resign from the position of deputy sect leader to apologize, thinking how nice it would be to be a free and easy hall master.

Xu Yuanchang was thicker than the corner of the city wall, so he didn't care about the elders' criticism. He asked with a smile: "Have Xianfeng, Xueli and the others gone out? It seems that there are not many people here. Well, I only saw Shanlang and Yiyi. Yu Tangzhu and Zhu Zongshan were also there."

Zeng Wanglou carefully straightened the roots, branches and leaves of each herb, and used magic to nourish and protect them. He said, "Fairy Xianfeng and your precious female apprentice took Lanhu to the flower world. Xueli, that kid...ha, you will know when you see him. I won't tell you for now. I almost laughed my teeth off at that time."

"Fairy Gu and Shengtian traveled around the world, running around everywhere. Bai Yi returned from Yuxu Territory less than 30 years ago, and went to the Upper Territory with Mu Qingshan, Xiao Ang, and Wen Yining. Zhao Jun stayed in Qixing Mountain and did not come back. Tang Yijian also traveled in the Great Wilderness Mountain Territory."

Xu Yuanchang was very curious about what happened to Xueli?

There was something a little strange in Mr. Zeng's expression, but it didn't seem like a bad thing.

"After I finish this task, I will personally beat the 'Deng Wenxi Drum' for the Sect Master to announce it to the world. Then I will send a message through my flying sword to call back the guys who are wandering around the Seven Regions to congratulate the Sect Master on his promotion to the Eighth Floor."

Zeng Wanglou was busy with his hands, and continued, "Master, the 'Pineapple' that you had a grudge against before, colluded with Master Qingtian fifty years ago to cause chaos in the Qixing Mountain Market, which led to Wu Shanbi's assassination. Not long after, Xueli and Shengtian arrested him and brought him to justice, and all the losses were recovered from the two criminals."

Give a brief account of what happened.

Xu Yuanchang finally understood why Zhao Jun was in charge of Qixing Mountain. He frowned and said, "The Great Wilderness Mountain is a place of trouble. Hall Master Zhao should not stay here for long. We need to arrange for someone else to take over."

He was too familiar with the Great Wilderness Mountain Area. Even the air there was filled with invisible hostility and evil spirits.

There is no problem with short-term travel, as it can help to sharpen your mind, but long-term travel may have an impact.

Zeng Wanglou was very pleased with the reaction of the sect master and said, "Don't worry, we have already made arrangements. Xueli was strongly opposed to using soul extraction to light lamps to punish the two murderers, saying that it would damage the reputation of the sect and that killing people would not go unpunished."

"Later, Fairy Gu used a secret method to extract a strand of residual rule power from the bodies of the two murderers she killed, and gave one strand of residual rule power of the gold element to Zhang Wu. She also provided Zhang Wu with a sixth-grade top-grade elixir and a virtual spirit elixir that would help him break through. Zhang Wu spent more than 40 years absorbing the residual rule power, and successfully broke through the realm two years ago. Hall Master Zhao can return to the sect at any time."

Xu Yuanchang smiled and nodded: "That's great. Zhang Wu has been promoted to the seventh floor and is in charge of the Qixing Mountain Market. This is reasonable in all aspects."

Zeng Wanglou finished sorting out a dozen medicinal herbs, patted the dirt on his hands, stood up and whispered: "I have a family matter to ask the sect master for help."

Xu Yuanchang saw a trace of worry on Zeng Lao's face, who was always noble and calm, and hurriedly said, "Please go on."

Zeng Wanglou said sternly, "Shan Lang and Yi Yi have been married for nearly nine hundred years. They were in the lower realm before and couldn't bear to be separated from their children. Now it has been one hundred and fifty years since they ascended to the upper realm. As the saying goes, the three unfilial acts are to have no descendants, and the worst is to have no descendants. They want to anger me to death."

"You are Master Shan Lang, please give that brat a good talk and tell him not to spoil his wife. For a cultivator to reproduce, the woman has to sacrifice her own cultivation. But it is best to do it before Yi Yi breaks through and advances to the seventh floor. By then, a little loss of cultivation can be completely compensated by taking elixirs. The higher the cultivation, the more difficult it is to reproduce."

Xu Yuanchang looked embarrassed. As a master, it was not convenient for him to talk to his apprentice about private matters of reproduction. He changed his mind and said, "Shengtian is Shanlang's senior brother. I will ask Shengtian to persuade him later. They can talk about anything with each other."

Zeng Wanglou thought for a moment and said, "Okay, let Shengtian speak first, and then you, the master, can also play a supporting role. Shanlang respects you as the master the most and will obey your words."

Xu Yuanchang thought it didn't make any sense, but seeing that the old man was worried about his unreliable nephew and still wanted him to go and talk to him, he had no choice but to agree vaguely.

"Master Zeng, after I advance to the eighth floor, it is not appropriate for me to take on the position of Sect Leader. Please don't be anxious. I am not giving up. Just listen to me. I think Shan Lang is calm and courageous, and is capable of great tasks. He needs to hone himself in a high position for three to five hundred years, which will be beneficial to his future practice. So I suggest that the position of Sect Leader be passed to Shan Lang."

"That kid is clumsy and tongue-tied. I'm afraid he won't be able to convince the crowd."

Zeng Wanglou quickly hid the smile on his face and said, "Shengtian is good. I recommend Shengtian."

Xu Yuanchang rejected it immediately: "Shengtian is the young master of Qingyao Mountain. He will have to go back to take charge sooner or later. Shanlang is my eldest disciple. It is legitimate for him to be the master of Dengxian Temple. No one will say anything. Okay, let's settle this matter. I will talk to Shanlang later and make a simple handover. It doesn't need to be too complicated."

He has never been in charge of anything, and everything has been handled by Mr. Zeng.

Zeng Wanglou laughed and said, "You kid are always thinking of ways to coax me into staying in the mountains and treat me like a beast of burden."

He bowed, turned around and walked outside with brisk steps.

Xu Yuanchang chuckled. Was he showing it very obvious?

Soon, the passionate drum beats resounded hundreds of miles away, "Boom, boom..." After eight beats, Zeng Shanlang, Meng Yiyi, Yu She, Zhu Zongshan, and several newly promoted deputy hall masters rushed to the main peak of Dudeng Mountain.

Xu Yuanchang walked out of the hall leisurely and accepted the excited greetings and congratulations from everyone.

That afternoon, Liu Xianfeng, Nie Xiaomeng, Xu Shengtian, Gu Yunzhu, Zhao Jun and others rushed back to Dengxian Temple one after another. Yan Ruxing, who had resigned from his position as a guest protector of Dengxian Temple, also came. For a while, the temple was bustling with activity and it was more lively than ever before.

When Xu Yuanchang heard Liu Xianfeng quietly tell him that Xueli had become a monk after becoming Master Sanzhou of Baozhou Temple in Zhoushanyu, his expression was extremely wonderful. After a long while, he managed to say, "Our Dengxian Temple is really full of talented people."

No wonder such a big thing happened without the funny guy Xueli.

The news that Xu Yuanchang, the leader of Dengxianguan, had advanced to the eighth floor was gathered by interested people in other realms in less than a day.

On the second day, Mu Xiaoxiao sent Cheng Danxin to bring generous gifts to congratulate. Cao Wanxin, Cen Kan and Yan Hanlin from Wuliu Mountain led several elders and came across the border to congratulate on the third day.

Not long after the banquet for the three brothers and others ended, Xu Shengtian suddenly walked into the reception hall from outside and spoke a few words to the sect leader through voice transmission.

Xu Yuanchang hurriedly stood up, apologized to the other two senior brothers Cao, and called Shanggu Yunzhu, Zeng Lao, Xu Shengtian, Zhao Jun and others to fly hurriedly to the vicinity of the mountain gate. He ordered the disciples on duty to open the mountain gate, and he led everyone to welcome them out.

"Senior Ren has come a long way, but Yuanchang is late in welcoming you. How rude, how rude!"

Xu Yuanchang clasped his fists towards a sturdy man in black standing there. He had not expected that Ren Wulin, the ninth-rank great demon from Qimuzhou, would come. He had met Ren Wulin once before in the ruined temple of the mountain god because of Senior Wu Xiang, and had talked a few words with him, but they were not close friends because their identities and status were too different.

Zeng Wanglou, Zhao Jun and others had seen the portraits of the four ninth-level masters from Fangcun Mountain, and naturally recognized Ren Wulin, and hurriedly followed suit to pay their respects.

They could not guess when the powerful sect leader made friends with the top masters of the demon clan.

Ren Wulin smiled heartily and said, "Call me elder brother, not senior. I have specially prepared a small gift today to congratulate you, brother. Please don't go through all the red tape. I hate that."

Xu Yuanchang guessed that Elder Wu's reincarnation was smooth, and Ren Wulin, considering his favor, calculated his seniority from Elder Wu's side.

He didn't hesitate to call out, "Brother, please come in."

Gu Yunzhu, Zeng Wanglou and the others were quite shocked. The sect leader was really not shy.

After inviting Ren Wulin to the Dudengshan Hall, Xu Yuanchang asked everyone else to leave, leaving only his eldest disciple Zeng Shanlang to serve tea. He then took a bag of gifts from Ren Wulin and exchanged polite greetings.

Ren Wulin took out an inconspicuous wooden crutch from the space treasure, handed it to Xu Yuanchang who stood up hurriedly, and said: "My master said that when you enter the Tao and advance to the eighth floor, I will give you this worthless wooden stick as a souvenir."

Xu Yuanchang did not dare to extend his hand. He recognized that this was the half-immortal weapon that Old Wu always carried with him, so he declined and said, "It's too expensive. I dare not accept it."

Ren Wulin directly stuffed the stick into Xu Yuanchang's hand and scolded him with a smile: "You are so nagging. I just accepted it when I gave it to you. Now you are being polite, aren't you?"

Xu Yuanchang thanked Mr. Wu. He did not ask about Mr. Wu's news. He put away his wooden crutches and talked with the guests.

Half an hour later, Ren Wulin stood up, said goodbye and left without any delay.

The next day, after seeing off Senior Brother Cao and his party, Xu Yuanchang returned to his residence in Bailin Valley. He closed the door, took out the wooden crutch, and looked at it carefully. It was brown and inconspicuous. He wondered what kind of spiritual wood it was made of?
He placed the wooden crutch on the altar of creation and shone it with golden light several times.

Muguai did not react at all. The semi-immortal soldier was not something that the current sixth-level Creation Divine Platform could shake. The difference in rank was too great.

He took out the wooden crutch and tried to refine it with magic power and spells. The wooden crutch floating in the air suddenly emitted a dazzling green light. In a moment, his mark was left and a vague connection was established with the wooden crutch. He could feel that there was a three hundred foot space inside the wooden crutch, which was empty and empty.

He guessed that this semi-immortal weapon required at least the eighth level to be wielded, otherwise Old Wu would have given it to him when he left.

The Heaven-Suppressing Stele is mainly used for suppressing and breaking formations, and is not convenient for attacking.

The wooden crutch that Old Wu gave him made it easier for him to perform his special move called "Dongxu Strike".

Stroking the cool, smooth stick, he thought to himself, how nice it would be if it was a sword. The wooden crutch in his hand had been transformed into the shape of a stick sword as he wished, with the exception of the crutch head which remained.

"Ha, worthy of being a semi-immortal soldier, so spiritual."

Xu Yuanchang was delighted, and he transformed the semi-immortal weapon into swords, spears, sticks and other weapons, which moved completely according to his mind and were changeable. He fell in love with this weapon at once.

From the eighth floor to the ninth floor, there is no need to worry about running out of attack treasures.

For the next ten days, he stayed indoors to familiarize himself with the functions of the wooden crutch. When it was time to go out, he replaced the sword at his waist with an ordinary-looking short stick. He talked with Liu Xianfeng for a while, gave his apprentice some pointers, and then walked out of the valley.

Send a message to your nephew.

Soon, Xu Shengtian flew down from the sky to the bank of the stream.

Xu Yuanchang told his nephew about the private matter that Mr. Zeng had entrusted him with, and asked his nephew to find a way to pass on the message. He also informed his nephew of his intention to pass the position of clan leader to Zeng Shanlang, saying that he wanted to hear his nephew's thoughts.

"Great, Junior Brother looks like an old man with a steady temperament. It would be perfect for him to take over as the Sect Master."

Xu Shengtian agreed wholeheartedly. As long as he was not allowed to be the sect leader and was tied to the mountain, it would be fine if he was given to his junior brother or junior sister to take over as the sect leader. The meat would rot in the pot and no one else would get it. He took out a sealed box from his sleeve and said:

"When we captured Feng Li alive, we seized a flying sword that gave birth to a sword spirit. It was very spiritual and was called the 'Windless Sword'. Tang Yijian was in conflict with this sword and had no way to subdue the sword spirit. Yunzhu didn't use the flying sword. She and Zeng Lao wanted to leave it to you, saying that you have a way to repair the damaged sword spirit."

Xu Yuanchang took the box, wiped off the restrictions, opened the lid, and a sword light swayed and flew towards his neck, but he easily caught it with his fingers. He smiled and said, "The little guy is quite stubborn. He is dying and wants to assassinate me. Okay, I'll take it."

He has the Altar of Creation, which can slowly restore the sword soul by devouring materials.

Of course, the prerequisite is to first "convince" the little guy to recognize his master.

The flying sword held between his fingers was struggling restlessly and weakly.

Xu Shengtian explained: "Before killing the female thief, Yunzhu took action and used a secret method to slowly peel off and remove the marks planted on the sword soul and the Windless Sword. It took five days, which inevitably damaged the sword soul. Fortunately, the Windless Sword did not completely lose its spirituality."

Over the next ten days, Xu Yuanchang used the essence left over from the materials devoured by the Creation Altar to feed the sword soul, and first rescued the sword soul that was as weak as an old man. He then flipped through the sect's collection of books, trying to find a more decent way to subdue the ownerless sword soul.

"Master, two seniors have sent letters to visit you."

Zhao Jun found the library and handed a formal white jade letter to the sect leader who was reading at his desk.

Xu Yuanchang opened the jade note and saw the names "Luo Fuyan, Qi Yangui" written on it. He had dealt with Luo Fuyan before, so he stood up and said, "I'll go greet him. It's an old friend who's visiting."

Secretly guessing the other party's intention, he could not say that he had any friendship with the other party.

He rushed to the mountain gate, clasped his fists and saluted with Luo Fuyan and Qi Yangui, exchanged greetings and invited them into the sect. He then sat down in the Dudengshan Hall. After three rounds of tea, the guest stated his purpose.

"Master Xu, my friend wants to exchange a Dao Seal with you for the Thunder Commander Seal!"

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(End of this chapter)