Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 199 Discussion
"What about calling souls at midnight?"

"Uncle Master, the Sect Master has summoned you to the Tiangong Hall for a discussion."

"Uncle Master, please forgive me."

Fu Li's Adam's apple rolled three times before he managed to speak. "The Tiangong Hall has lit the meeting lights. The Sect Master asked me to send someone from the Weapon Casting Hall to discuss this. Right now, you are the most qualified person in our Weapon Casting Hall..."

Xu Yunfan was helpless. There were many experienced blacksmiths in the Weapon Casting Hall, but most of them were almost entirely devoted to forging weapons and would not care about these things.

Xu Yunfan thought about the dozen or so inner disciples of the Weapon Casting Hall.

"..."

He really has to go.

Besides, he is the true disciple of Zhan Yan, the master of the Weapon Casting Hall. Now that Zhan Yan and Fu Jin are not around, it is natural for him to take on the responsibility.

Letting Fu Li go first, Xu Yunfan put on his clothes and carried the Thunder Fire Qilin Hammer on his back. He listened to the buckles behind him biting into each other's handle of the hammer, and stabilized the black steel casing in front of him and behind him. After making sure that it was motionless, he rushed to the Tiangong Hall in the center of Tiangong City.

After arriving at the Tiangong Hall, Xu Yunfan discovered that except for himself, everyone from the other three halls had already gathered at the Tiangong Hall. Even the Foreign Affairs Hall and Cangfeng Pavilion had sent the people who could be in charge at the moment.

Seeing Xu Yunfan step into the hall, Hong Baichuan couldn't help but smile.

"Come on, find a place to sit first."

Mo Han nodded slightly to him, and his gloomy expression rarely became friendly. Even Mo Shisan didn't get such treatment.

These were all elders, so Xu Yunfan naturally bowed to them one by one. After seeing the table sign of the Casting Army Hall, he sat down.

Hong Baichuan glanced at the six halls present, as well as some elders who were sitting calmly nearby.

Xu Yunfan secretly counted and found that there were less than twenty people sitting sparsely behind the six long tables. Before the Battle of Cangzhou, the hall was so crowded that one could bump into three elders when turning around.

Now there are only three elders left sitting on chairs not far away.

"Everyone is here?"

Hong Baichuan knocked on the black jade table top, and the sound caused dust to fall from the beams.

He took a quick look around and confirmed that only a few people from the Nine Peaks and Six Departments were left now. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"Since everyone is here and we all know each other well, I won't say anything polite."

Hong Baichuan paused, his face slightly solemn: "Qi Huan is dead."

Upon hearing the news, Xu Yunfan's expression changed slightly. The last time he met Qi Huan, he and Pei Yan, the Sword Pavilion Walker, went to Xuanzhen Gate to participate in the martial arts performance of various sects. At that time, Hong Baichuan personally asked Xu Yunfan whether he was willing.

After Xu Yunfan flatly refused, he asked Qi Huan to participate. For this purpose, Tiangong Cave also specially sent a team led by an elder who was a master of the Blood Exchange Realm to show their importance.

After the battle of Cangzhou in Tiangong Cave, two of the five elders passed away, and now the cave is short of manpower.

Xu Yunfan glanced around and noticed the changes in facial expressions of everyone in the hall.

Most of them were surprised and astonished, but there was no anger.

The acting director from the Foreign Affairs Hall, however, looked dazed, his face somewhat gloomy. Originally, Cangfeng Pavilion had Qi Huan as its frontier, but now with Qi Huan's death, Cangfeng Pavilion was left with only a few members, some of whom were well-known figures. In the future, Cangfeng Pavilion might need to undergo restructuring, perhaps even merging with other departments.

Finally, Wan Chen, the head of the Tiangong Department, rubbed his nose and said, "Did anyone get beaten to death during the martial arts performances of the various sects?"

This is a common occurrence. Martial arts performances by various sects are inherently risky. Every year, many people compete in the martial arts arena, and there are countless casualties.

Hong Baichuan shook his head slightly. "According to the latest intelligence information, the top sixteen in the Qi Huan competition qualified to enter the Xuanzhen Secret Realm, and died in the secret realm."

Mo Han suddenly coughed. "Old Hong, don't keep us in suspense. How did Qi Huan die? Isn't it said that the Xuanzhen Secret Realm can't even kill an ant? Even if we are a small family, the Xuanzhen Sect wouldn't just ignore us, right?"

A strange look appeared on Hong Baichuan's face.

"A letter arrived from the Xuanzhen Sect, saying that the Xuanzhen Secret Realm is indeed a place rich in spiritual essence, where even stepping on an ant wouldn't be enough to kill you. But not long after entering, half of the secret realm collapsed. Those who didn't have divine weapons to protect them were completely lost. From the people who emerged, we learned that many demons seemed to have been born there."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall looked at each other. Finally, Wan Chen let out a "ha" and said with a hint of gloating, "I was wondering why the Xuanzhen Sect was so generous. They took advantage of Yuan Ling's rise to open the Xuanzhen Secret Realm. It seems they treat us like barbarians."

Chu Xu, who had been very quiet, said, "Qi Huan is, after all, a disciple of my Tiangong Cave. He is very talented and has been raised in the sect since he was a child. He is the most qualified to be accepted into the Cangfeng Pavilion in the future."

Wan Chen next to him was about to say something, but then he suddenly thought of something and turned his head away with a hum.

Xu Yunfan stood aside with his arms folded, his mind wandering, not saying a word.

He didn't want to get involved in these things at all. In the middle of the night, he just wanted to go back to sleep and meet that evil woman in his dreams.

After a while of discussion, seeing that no one could come to a conclusion, Hong Baichuan finally made the final decision: "If he's alive, I want to see him. If he's dead, I want to see his body. Although my Tiangong Cave is not as good as their Xuanzhen Sect, we still have to show our attitude..."

Having said that, Hong Baichuan glanced at the people below.

"I know you are prejudiced against Qi Huan because of the Bao Yan incident, but he grew up in the sect after all. As elders, you have watched him grow up."

As soon as these words were spoken, the nonchalant expressions on everyone's faces disappeared.

Mo Han pondered for a moment and said, "We should send someone to negotiate. Isn't the Sixth Elder still in Xuanzhen Sect? Send a message to him and ask him to ask some questions as soon as possible."

"..."
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It was a rather boring meeting. Just deciding on the candidate took quite a while to argue about. By the time Xu Yunfan walked out of the hall, the moon was already at its highest point in the sky and nearly an hour had passed.

He didn't want to go to this matter anymore. It was just a trivial matter in his eyes.

Hong Baichuan is fine on weekdays, but once in a meeting, he keeps talking nonsense that prolongs the meeting.

At that time, there was an intention to send him to Xuanzhen Sect, but Xu Yunfan naturally refused. He was staying well in Tiangong Cave and naturally didn't want to go out.

Logically speaking, he didn't even move when Zhan Yan was trapped in Shenbing Ridge. He would not go out unless it was absolutely necessary. How could he move just for Qi Huan?

Xu Yunfan lay down again, adjusted his mood, and fell asleep quickly.

After an unknown amount of time, the Jidao relic on Xu Yunfan's chest suddenly emitted a faint pearly light, and the woman's skin that had been folded into soft armor was stretching out like a newborn cocoon.

As the skin squirms, thousands of years have not eroded its luster, and its jade-like texture reveals translucent lines in the moonlight.

Wherever it flows, it feels like silk moistened by the misty rain of the south of the Yangtze River, and even the sharpest tip of a knife cannot cause any roughness.

(End of this chapter)