I've become addicted to seizing opportunities after transmigrating into the body of an immortal

Chapter 8 The Immortal Destiny Has Arrived, A Rising Star of the Sect

“Simple.” A cultivator took out a Rejuvenation Pill from his pocket, used a wisp of spiritual energy to open Fu Sinian’s mouth, and the pill was ejected into his mouth, melting instantly upon entering.

The swordsman in green pointed his sword and shouted, "Men! Bring all those lawless thugs here!"

All the sword cultivators sprang into action, their magical swords darting through the capital city, alarming countless people.

Inside the Qianqing Palace of the Imperial Palace, a middle-aged man dressed in bright yellow robes is reviewing memorials.

Most of these memorials criticized him for being incompetent and accusing the imperial advisor and treacherous ministers, while a small portion advised him to rescind the imperial edict and stop doing things that were wasteful of resources, harmful to the people, and detrimental to the very foundation of the country.

The emperor, expressionless, reviewed the memorials. What did these mortals know? He had grown up with the Imperial Preceptor since childhood. The Imperial Preceptor had received a divine blessing and could live to be over a hundred years old, while he had not.

Now, the Imperial Preceptor can easily give him two pills, and he can feel ten years younger.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" came the panicked voice of a young eunuch from outside the palace.

"How dare you! You're becoming increasingly unruly!" the Grand Eunuch scolded. "How dare you shout like that in the main hall?"

The eunuch lowered his voice, "Daddy, something really has happened!"

"you say……"

"Your Majesty! The opportunity to become an immortal has arrived!" the Grand Eunuch exclaimed joyfully. "Those immortals are currently hunting down evil cultivators all over the capital." He didn't know what evil cultivators were, but His Majesty liked to hear about them, so he liked to tell him.

The emperor rose in surprise, "Guards, prepare the Imperial Preceptor's residence!"

The capital was in turmoil, alarming many wealthy and powerful families. Some even had evil cultivators in their homes who provided them with young boys and girls.

Sword cultivators don't care how much a family pleads; if they have even a trace of the Blood Child's aura, they'll wipe them out!

In less than an hour, all the cultivators in the city had gathered at the Imperial Preceptor's residence.

The Spirit Sealing Lock has locked away one person after another.

Even the male cultivator who was about to escape from the capital was caught and brought back.

These are cultivators who have not committed evil deeds. Those who have committed evil deeds and have any karmic retribution on their bodies have all died under the swords of sword cultivators.

The Imperial Advisor has finally returned to take charge of the overall situation.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. How could there be so many illegal immigrants under his jurisdiction? And these weren't even the ones who had done anything wrong. How many of them must have already died?
His wish to enjoy his later years in peace is likely to be completely shattered.

Damn it, why did it have to be this righteous and vengeful Uncle Zhu who arrived! The Imperial Preceptor couldn't help but sigh in his heart. If it were any other Uncle Zhu, he might have been more lenient, but this one not only hated evil as much as he wanted, but also valued etiquette and law very much, remembering each and every rule of the clan more and more deeply.

Thinking this, the Imperial Advisor couldn't help but look at the woman beside the swordsman in green.

Su Su surrounded her Uncle Zhu, saying, "Uncle Zhu, you guys are amazing!"

Clapping enthusiastically.

"I searched the capital for a whole month, looking for every possible clue, but I didn't see a single cultivator."

Zhu Yan glanced at Su Su. That's how little disciples are—lively yet annoying. Oh well, she'll just have to put up with it. They're all rising stars of the sect.

Thinking this, he said almost reassuringly, "Your cultivation level is still low."

The disciples watching were all startled. Was this still their Senior Brother Zhu? Had he been replaced by the evil cultivator? Some disciples silently looked up at the sky. There was no red rain falling from the sky, so why was Senior Brother Zhu comforting the disciples?

Su Su didn't feel anything was wrong at all; on the contrary, she thought that this was the image of a sword cultivator. "Uncle-Master, it's a good thing you came, otherwise who knows how many children would have gone missing in the capital."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yan's gaze fell on the Imperial Advisor, who was huddled in the corner. "Heh."

The Imperial Advisor's burly body trembled, as if he wished he had never grown such a large body.

My little darling, I'm begging you, please don't mention me, please don't mention me!
The chubby kitten in the Imperial Advisor's arms had vanished; it must have disappeared somewhere.

Su Su followed Zhu Yan's gaze and saw the Imperial Preceptor. Actually, the Imperial Preceptor treated her quite well. Although he had enslaved her for a month, he had not provided her with food or clothing and had even taught her cultivation methods.

"Uncle-Master." Su Su was about to plead for mercy when Fu Sinian woke up at that moment. "My son's finger moved!" Old Madam Fu had been by Fu Sinian's side the whole time, and Fu Er had also come over from the martial arts camp on leave.

"Hiss." Did he accidentally pull on his wound? No, the Rejuvenation Pill had already healed Fu Sinian's internal bleeding. He was experiencing phantom pain. He might not know this since he hadn't experienced life and death. Even if he was saved, he would still have the illusion that the wound was very painful after being stabbed in a vital spot.

Fu Ssu-nien is in this situation now. His abdomen, which is usually spotless, is suddenly twitching, each time accompanied by intense pain.

The fact that he could hold back his cries already shows his strong willpower.

Su Su frowned, wanting to continue ignoring him, but Zhu Yan had already quickly approached.

“Junior…nephew.” Zhu Yan had already learned through spiritual energy perception that Fu Sinian possessed a top-grade Heavenly Spiritual Root.

"Thank you for saving my life, senior." Fu Sinian struggled to get up, but as soon as his wound moved, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Seeing this scene, Su Su could easily understand that Zhu Yan had been captivated by Fu Sinian's talent.

Fu Ssu-nien was her lifelong enemy!
Su Su was determined to seize his opportunity immediately!
The emperor and his ministers arrived late, and everyone knelt on the floor tiles of the Imperial Preceptor's residence, saying, "Greetings, esteemed immortal masters."

The emperor also bowed slightly to show his submission; he hadn't bowed to anyone for many years.

"We are all cultivators from outside the secular world, we don't concern ourselves with such worldly formalities, please get up." The female cultivator in the green robe had the most friendly appearance and was chosen by everyone to be the diplomatic spokesperson for this mission.

"Yes Yes."

The disciples of Qingyun Sect have arrived, and the Immortal Destiny Conference has begun as scheduled.

The emperor received a longevity pill that could extend his life by ten years, and his face became radiant. His ministers also each had some qi-nourishing pills.

Su Su is different from ordinary people. She can cultivate without participating in the Immortal Fate Conference, and is already considered a disciple of the Qingyun Sect.

In the western suburbs of Beijing, outside Qingyun Temple, stretching for miles, are countless children.

Some children were accompanied by their parents, while others were alone. They were coaxed by Su Su's words that they had gained a connection with the immortals and would have food to eat.

The senior disciples maintained order, and Su Su also acted as a disciple who tested everyone's spiritual roots, just like in the novel.

Fu Ssu-nien sat next to her and took notes.

"Zhao Ling, five spiritual roots."

"Wang Xiaohua, three spiritual roots."

Testing one's spiritual root is exhausting, even more so than when Su Su used to run all over the capital.

The Su family didn't have any children of marriageable age, so they didn't send anyone. Instead, Su Su's younger brother came to ask her for a chance, but unfortunately, he didn't have any spiritual roots.

Of 100,000 children, fewer than 100 successfully crossed the first threshold.

They now all live in the Taoist temple.

As night fell, Su Su, who was lying on the bed like a dead pig, exhausted, suddenly turned over.

Although I'm tired, I have very important things to do right now.

There is a cliff in the western suburbs, which is where Fu Ssu-nien's third opportunity came about.

The second one has disappeared, but perhaps Heaven thought that his entry into the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion was his second chance at immortality.

Su Su put on a gray Taoist robe and tiptoed out of the room.

"Huh?" Su Su was secretly surprised. Where did Fu Sinian go?

Happy Dragon Boat Festival!

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