Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 467 Can I take him with me?
"Donor, Master Sanzhou invites you to the meditation room to talk."

A young monk came forward and saluted with his hands folded.

Xu Yuanchang nodded, and when he looked into the yard again, the snow and the mist had disappeared without a trace. Apparently, they had been moved to another quiet place by Master Sanzhou's magical powers. The pile of firewood was neatly stacked, along with the axe.

As the little monk walked into the dim meditation room again, he bowed and left quietly.

Master Sanzhou opened his eyes and gestured with his hand: "Please sit wherever you like."

Xu Yuanchang picked up an old cushion that was half-folded in the corner, with cattail leaves sticking out from the edge. It should be Xueli's exclusive throne. He placed it opposite the old monk and sat down.

"I don't have much time left in the upper realm, so I've become stricter with that kid. I want him to make further progress within a hundred years. I force him to fetch water, chop wood, grow vegetables, chant scriptures, sit in meditation, and listen to the wind every day for nearly fifty years. Perhaps it's against his lazy nature, he has learned a lot of Buddhist scriptures and principles, but he doesn't know what they mean and just keeps on learning superficial things."

Master Sanzhou showed a bit of helplessness when he mentioned his disciple. The boy's spiritual spirit in learning Buddhism was completely gone.

When he almost thought he had made a mistake, Taoist Xu struck him twice and said, "You are 'emptiness', 'emptiness' is you," which made his disciple suddenly realize the truth. He had to admit that he had not taught him well.

If he had known this, he would have knocked on it every day.

Thanks to his disciple's own Zen and natural talent, he realized the Buddha nature in an instant, which made him very happy. The gifted disciple returned.

"Show me the semi-immortal weapon that old man Wu gave you."

Master Sanzhou cannot possibly owe a favor to the younger generation. He has too heavy a karma to bear and can only repay it in other ways.

Xu Yuanchang hurriedly took off the short stick hanging around his waist and handed it to the opposite side with both hands. He liked the straightforwardness of the senior masters in repaying their kindness on the spot.

Master Sanzhou grabbed the short stick and gently stroked it, then returned the unchanged Semi-Immortal Soldier to Xu Yuanchang, saying: "You can slowly cultivate the spirituality of the Semi-Immortal Soldier. The 'Soldier Soul' cultivated by Old Man Wu before was not suitable for you to drive, so he took it away in advance."

Just a casual suggestion.

With his current level of cultivation, he can refine semi-immortal weapons.

Xu Yuanchang took the short stick and probed for a while, but found nothing different. He smiled and asked, "No more?"

"What else do you want, kid? You can't chew more than you can chew. I'll give you another half-immortal weapon. Can you afford it?"

Master Sanzhou smiled and ordered him to leave, "Go away! Don't disturb me while I am meditating. You are helping the young monk Kongkong. Go ask him for your reward next time!"

Xu Yuanchang stood up, hung the short stick on his waist, clasped his fists and left.

He believed that Master Sanzhou had left something inside the short stick, but he just couldn't find it because the time was not right.

He left Baozhou Temple, found a secluded place, made some hand gestures and disappeared without a trace.

Walking into the Qiyuntai blessed land from the opened dark passage, Xu Yuanchang flew down to the circling Wuxintai and scanned the entire space. It was still quiet and peaceful, with bees busy appearing among the flowers and plants.

He suddenly understood why his master did not relocate mortals to the blessed land or raise other wild animals in captivity.

Sometimes you need some quiet time alone, free from any constraints, to live with the world.

Release the fire spirit and let the little guy go to the corner to practice.

He put up a desk and chairs, took out a talisman pen, talisman paper, talisman ink, books and other items, took the Master Dujing's seal in his hand and examined it carefully. After a moment, he blew a breath of hot air condensed from magic power onto the seal, and placed it on a fourth-level phantom fire talisman that he had written before.

The moment the Dao Seal was revealed, a faint light flashed across the surface of the red and black Phantom Fire Talisman.

"It's done!"

Xu Yuanchang was overjoyed. When he was resting in the inn last night, he had already made preliminary sacrifices to the Dao Seal for restoring the bridge between heaven and earth, leaving his mark of spiritual consciousness inside the seal. He followed the method that Meng Lang had intentionally taught him and after a brief try, he found it to be very effective.

He picked up the Phantom Fire Talisman and threw it into the air. "Boom!", a ball of red flame rolled and exploded.

Before the sea of ​​fire could spread to more than ten feet away, it disappeared completely with a wave of Xu Yuanchang's finger.

Xu Yuanchang continued to experiment with the fourth, fifth, and sixth order talismans with great interest, wasting a lot of talismans he had drawn himself. After becoming familiar with the direct stamping method of Master Du's seal, he finally came to a conclusion.

"The power of the talisman has increased by about 30%."

In the following days, he tried to use the power of illusion, tranquility, wood and fire rules to increase the attribute power of blank talisman paper by breathing into the Taoist seal and communicating with heaven and earth. He then drew the required talismans on the second-processed talisman paper.

He would set aside two hours every day to use the power of Taoism to refine and nourish the Semi-Immortal Weapon Short Stick, cultivate its spirituality, feed it with materials through the Altar of Creation, extract the essence of the materials to nourish the weak sword soul within the Windless Sword, and slowly repair the Windless Sword.

Practice various uses of the Dongxu Strike, comprehend the way of emptiness and tranquility, sense the illusions of heaven and earth, and practice various advanced spells.

His phantom armor remained at the seventh level, and he had to wait until the Creation Divine Platform was upgraded before he could advance to the next level.

Browse through the various books collected, as well as local information, feng shui maps, etc.

Thirty years passed in the blink of an eye. Being in the node where various qi converged and fluctuated, Xu Yuanchang's magic power was condensed, and his cultivation and soul were greatly improved.

He used up all the blank talisman papers that he had seized before and the high-level talisman papers that he had purchased in the space. After mastering the method of rubbing the seal of Master Dujing, he used a clever method to transfer the power of rules to the high-level talisman paper through the seal of Taoism, and then wrote the seventh-level illusion, wood, and fire talismans that he needed.

He finally broke the shackles of rules and became a seventh-level talisman master.

The spirituality of the short stick increased a lot, and it became more and more handy to use, but it was still far from the point of producing a "weapon soul".

It still requires long years of nurturing and communication, and we still haven't discovered what Master Sanzhou left in the short stick.

The Windless Sword has recovered to its previous state and can easily escape into the void. It is extremely spiritual and can appear at any place within fifty miles according to his thoughts. It is elusive and hard to guard against.

However, if he wants to raise it to the eighth level of power, he must wait until he upgrades the Creation Altar.

Xu Yuanchang flew to the bank of a stream, picked out more than ten different types of spiritual medicines, put them into the space at random, summoned the fire spirit, made a hand gesture, and there was a flash of golden light, and he left the blessed land space in an instant.

After returning to the sect, Xu Yuanchang appeared in the square of the Dudengshan Hall and walked over the threshold leisurely.

Zeng Shanlang, who was sitting in the main hall as the young master, was discussing something with several young sixth-floor deputy masters. He hurriedly stood up and greeted, "Master."

"Meet the sect master!"

The others followed suit.

Xu Yuanchang raised his hand and asked a few questions about the sect's situation.

Zeng Shanlang asked a few people to go ahead, took out a letter from his sleeve, and said, "Senior Qi Yangui from Peiyuan Sect of Dark Cloud Continent in Liuyun Territory came to visit you three years ago. He was received by the disciples and the ancestor. Senior Qi heard that you were traveling and had not returned, so he asked us to tell you that we would like to invite you to explore an ancient relic in Yuxu Territory."

Xu Yuanchang opened the envelope, shook out the letter, scanned it, and nodded: "I understand."

His face remained expressionless, but he had already confirmed a certain guess in his heart.

Thirty years ago, when he was escorting Qi Yangui and Luo Laoguai out of the main hall, Nie Xiaomeng and Meng Yiyi happened to come from the side corridor. Because he was alert to Qi Laoguai, he noticed that Qi Yangui's gaze lingered on Nie Xiaomeng's right waist.

When he gave the Blood Crystal Soul Jade and the Purple Qi Enlightenment Spirit Stone to Xianfeng and Nie Xiaomeng respectively, they both tied the pendant-like treasures around their right waists and covered them with their shirts.

He guessed at the time that Qi Yangui was able to sense old objects at close range, and thus suspected that the sacrificial spirit seed had fallen into his hands.

This invitation letter was written with sincerity and heart, which further confirmed that Old Monster Qi had plans for him.

Soon, Zeng Wanglou, Liu Xianfeng, Nie Xiaomeng, Zhao Jun and others, who learned that the sect master had returned to the mountain, came to the Dushan Mountain Hall one after another. Zeng Wanglou quickly cleaned up the pile of precious medicinal herbs that the sect master had taken out like trash, and scolded the sect master for treating the herbs so casually, curious to know where the sect master made his fortune.

Can you take him with you?
Zhao Jun squatted down to help Mr. Zeng clean the medicinal materials, and complained to the sect leader about the shameful behavior of Xu Shengtian and Gu Yunzhu, who did not take him to travel in the upper domain and ate alone.

Liu Xianfeng and Nie Xiaomeng pestered the sect leader, asking when the ban on them would be lifted?

Confined in a sect that was hundreds of miles in size, the two men felt that the place was too small.

I can't use it.

Xu Yuanchang reached out and tapped Liu Xianfeng and Nie Xiaomeng, giving them an accurate answer: "Ten years later."

The two girls rubbed their foreheads, cheered, and ran out of the hall heartlessly. Ten years was not too long for them.

Xu Yuanchang ignored Zhao Jun's complaints.

You are a single person for a thousand years, why are you following a couple to join in the fun? You deserve it!
"Mr. Zeng, how many seventh-grade top-grade elixirs do you have?"

"Three, I'll give you all if you want them."

Zeng Wanglou took out two pill bottles and handed them to the sect leader.

There are many seventh-floor monks in the Dengxian temple, so the seventh-grade best pills are never enough, and there are too many wolves and too little meat.

The sect leader has never actively asked for top-grade elixirs, and his cultivation speed has always been fast.

Xu Yuanchang put away the pill bottle and said, "Mr. Zeng, I will take you to a good place next time."

Zeng Wanglou responded repeatedly: "Okay, okay!"

He wants to follow the sect leader to make a fortune.

Seeing the clan leader walking out, Zhao Jun quickly called out, "Take me with you."

"Bajiao, you're not a doctor or an alchemist, why should I take you there?"

With just one word, Xu Yuanchang pushed the idle Master Zhao Zhen against the wall. His figure flashed and disappeared. After leaving the sect, he remembered to send a message to Mu Xiaoxiao to greet her and make an appointment to visit her.

After getting the reply from Mu Xiaoxiao that she had not gone out at Bitian Peak, Xu Yuanchang did not change his appearance and flew all the way to Lintian Gate.

After meeting Mu Xiaoxiao and exchanging greetings, Xu Yuanchang stated his purpose. He wanted to buy some eighth-level talismans.

He took out two pill bottles that had not yet been warmed up and placed them on the table opposite.

"Look at these three seventh-grade top-grade pills. They can be exchanged for a few eighth-grade talismans, preferably with fire or wood attributes. I don't need jade talismans. I need talismans drawn on paper or monster skin."

"Has your Dujingshi Seal been repaired?"

Mu Xiaoxiao asked, and after getting a positive answer, he opened the pill bottle and glanced at it, then compared three fingers and said, "From now on, I will exchange it at this price. No matter how many top-grade pills you have, I need them all."

She already knew that there was a powerful seventh-level alchemist in Dengxian Temple who was able to refine seventh-level top-grade pills.

In the past, Xu Shengtian had exchanged materials with Cheng Danxin using top-grade pills.

Xu Yuanchang smiled and said, "Deal!"

If he were to exchange eighth-level materials for eighth-level talismans, he would need to exchange five for one, which was too uneconomical. He needed a large amount of eighth-level materials, so he would rather exchange them with the specialty elixirs of Dengxianguan. The Qianli Medicine Garden in the Qiyuntai blessed land was open to supply Zeng Lao with medicine for refining.

When he is promoted to an eighth-rank talisman master in the future, he won’t have to squander top-grade pills.

After putting away the three eighth-level talismans he had exchanged for, Xu Yuanchang accompanied him to drink tea and chat.

"I have asked someone to compile some information about the Upper Realm. Before you go there, you should familiarize yourself with it. The Upper Realm is not like the seven realms of the upper realm. Do not let your whereabouts leak out. There are many old guys secretly coveting the treasures your master left for you."

Mu Xiaoxiao took out a stack of books and hand-drawn feng shui maps and pushed them to the other side.

Xu Yuanchang needs more information, the better.

When he was traveling with his master, he once heard his master casually mention the names of several mountains and places.

That would be the focus of his exploration; his master would never do anything without a purpose.

"Do you know what kind of person my master is? He was reluctant to give me even a half-immortal soldier, saying that 'the cause and effect of a golden immortal is heavier than a mountain', fearing that my small body would be crushed. What treasures can I have that are worth those old seniors' attention?"

Xu Yuanchang packed up the books and drawings and took them away, and at the same time cried poor to Uncle Mu.

Mu Xiaoxiao put down the teacup and glanced at the naughty little guy.

"If the firewood stick on your waist is not a semi-immortal weapon, I will eat it. Don't tell me it was given by someone else."

"This... was really given by a senior. I can't reveal who it was."

"Alright, stop hemming and hawing as if I, your uncle, am deliberately making things difficult for you. I can still recognize the wooden crutch of that old centipede. The old centipede has been traveling with you for twenty or thirty years. Lao Lin and I have seen it all. Although I don't know what the old guy means, I would like to advise you that you are not of my race, so you'd better be more careful."

Mu Xiaoxiao made the point clear.

Neither she nor Lao Lin wanted to see the Taoist's disciple getting too close to the old guy who lived in the remote and dangerous wilderness.

It’s too dangerous. They can’t defeat the old centipede that has been practicing for who knows how many years.

"Disciple understands. Thank you for your advice, uncle."

Xu Yuanchang clasped his fists and accepted the instruction. He could feel the kindness of Uncle Mu.

Returning to the mountain gate from Lintian Gate, Xu Yuanchang looked through the materials and prepared for his trip to Yuxu Domain.

A month later, Xu Yuanchang called Zeng Lao and put Liu Xianfeng into the space. He pinched his fingers to activate the Fantasy Fairy Ring, and two golden runes fell on the two of them respectively and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After he was promoted to the eighth floor, he had enough energy to carry other cultivators on the journey.

Liu Xianfeng’s cultivation is not high enough, so it is safer for him to stay in this space.

Zeng Wanglou stood on the desolate, dark rock, shook his head to wake himself up from the dizziness and discomfort, and suddenly noticed the huge planet hanging above his head. He was stunned with shock.

"Mr. Zeng, Qiyuntai blessed land welcomes you! Please come in!"

Xu Yuanchang opened the colorful passage and extended his hand in invitation with a smile.

It is unknown how long he will be away this time, and it is somewhat secret that he allowed Mr. Zeng and Xianfeng to participate, as a kind of compensation for Mr. Zeng's diligence for hundreds of years. From now on, this blessed land will be open to their own people in a limited way.

Especially at the critical moment of breaking through.

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(End of this chapter)