In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone

Fortunately, only a small portion of the Hope Immortal Valley disciples made fools of themselves, and it wasn't a significant number.

Everyone has a dark side in their heart;

Everyone also has things they desire but cannot obtain.

Little Hua Ting's song is to guide everyone to release the emotions accumulated in their hearts, like a simple spiritual massage.

Anyway, Wang Ji Xuan is generally satisfied;

About one-third of the disciples revealed their inner thoughts, intertwined with desires and resentments;

Two-thirds of the disciples are still very good, without too obvious knots in their hearts, their obsessions are on cultivation, becoming stronger, and protecting the sect.

Along with this, the air pressure in the hall was somewhat low.

Obviously, they were quite disappointed with that one-third of the disciples.

"Fellow Daoist," Daoist Wang said with a smile, "Could it be that you deliberately selected a group of disciples with the best temperament? Are we doing an experiment here, or should we try to randomly select samples as much as possible? It's not good to cheat like this."

Tai Ye said in a low voice: "Fellow Daoist is joking, my Hope Immortal Valley has always had strict rules, and before imparting the cultivation method to disciples, we must test their temperament and inquire about their thoughts. I never thought… alas!"

Wang Ji Xuan said sternly: "Fellow Daoist is being too harsh. My disciple has previously used this ability on 100,000 people, and only one in a thousand could not be affected. Even though those 100,000 people are mostly ordinary people who do not cultivate, it is already very difficult for the disciples of Hope Immortal Valley to have 70% not reveal their ugly side."

Tai Ye and several elders then looked slightly relieved.

Tai Ye sighed with a smile: "We still need you, Fellow Daoist, to comfort us."

"What do you fellow Daoists think of this method?"

"If we gather thousands of people each time and let Junior Martial Niece Hua Ting cast her spell, it will only take half a day to test the temperament of most sect disciples."

"This matter is not urgent."

Tai Ye said solemnly:

"The various sects will come to Hope Immortal Valley the day after tomorrow to discuss matters of facing the enemy.

"This poor Daoist will send disciples to rush to the various sects and families, and let them bring disciples who they consider to have outstanding temperament, excellent character, and have completed Foundation Establishment, below the Nascent Soul stage, to Hope Immortal Valley.

"In this way, this major matter can be resolved."

Wang Ji Xuan nodded: "Then please Martial… Fellow Daoist, take the trouble to carefully explain my thoughts to them."

Tai Ye smiled and said: "If it were up to this poor Daoist, speaking nicely is not as good as you sending a group of ingenious puppets to form a formation nearby."

"Oh? Why?" Wang Ji Xuan was a little puzzled.

"Majesty without oppression, majesty without dominance, is the way of benevolence and righteousness."

Tai Ye said slowly with a meaningful look in his eyes:

"If you don't even show your might, how will others know how powerful you are? If others verbally offend you or even speak ill of you, what should you think?"

Wang Ji Xuan chuckled: "Alright, then I'll transfer a million mechanical bodies over."

"A hundred… Do you have so many troops?"

"Ten or twenty million, maybe."

Wang Ji Xuan said vaguely.

He was about to say goodbye, but unexpectedly, Daoist Tai Ye was prepared. He took a stride forward and grabbed his wrist.

Tai Ye smiled and said: "Fellow Daoist, several elders are here. Let's talk in the back hall and let these disciples experience more… Come, Hua Ting, come over, this poor Daoist will give you a few good magic treasures!"

Little Hua Ting blinked and looked at Wang Ji Xuan.

It was like a child waiting for their parents' permission before daring to accept a red envelope.

Wang Ji Xuan nodded, and Little Hua Ting immediately showed a well-behaved smile, took the initiative to help Daoist Tai Ye, and kept calling him Martial Uncle.

Tai Ye's old face almost burst into a chrysanthemum-like smile.

Daoist Wang originally wanted to go back to continue the meeting, but at this time, he could only multitask and let his other soul take over.

This banquet, for now, is not mentioned.

After their small team's meeting ended, everyone was assigned a lot of work.

Mao Mo took the initiative to leave the subspace where the base was located and guarded the vicinity, guarding against the arrival of the six Celestial Loose Immortals.

Mu Dan released more probes, not only starting to comprehensively detect spatial fluctuations, but also sending out a new batch of satellites to quickly mark every active cultivator on the ground.

Zheng Shiduo and the others were not idle either. They went to the production line to check the performance of those new type of formation mechanical bodies and to make a batch of spiritual energy bombs.

Everything was being promoted intensely.

Although next, according to the Heavenly Dao, it was just going through the motions and there wouldn't be too much war;

But they did not slack off in the slightest, and were still preparing for a big battle, and were prepared to respond to a joint attack by the Heavenly Luo and Dark Sect forces at any time.

By the way, Mu Dan also considered the hostility of the cultivators in this world and the excessive number of Dark Sect Loose Immortals.

Making the worst plan and preparing the most backup plans;

This little Mu Dan is a bit steady.

… …

Two days later.

Murong Zheng Yi stood at the forefront of a fleet composed of more than a dozen building ships, looking out at the dense sky ahead.

It was clouding up.

Too many cultivators came to Hope Immortal Valley, and this sky was almost filled with various treasure ships. There were even large sects who directly moved their holy land over—a fairy island floating in the air, with many large formations arranged on it, combining offense and defense.

Surely many casual cultivator friends will ask, if other sects move such important equipment here, how can they defend against Dark Sect disciples attacking this sect's mountain gate?

The righteous great cultivators naturally considered this issue.

So, they not only brought the sect elites, but even arranged for the sect's little disciples to hide in the holy land.

The main point is, if they lose, they lose everything, leaving no way out.

The Murong family was not so extreme.

They only brought the Murong family disciples above the Foundation Establishment realm and the collateral clan disciples, as reminded by Hope Immortal Valley.

Excluding their Murong family's enshrined and guards, there were only more than two thousand people in total.

Including the former two, they came with six thousand people this time, most of whom were in the early Foundation Establishment stage to the sixth level of the Heaven and Earth Bridge.

There was no way, the number of cultivators in this range was actually the largest.

"Young Master, look quickly!"

A cry of surprise came from the female guard next to him.

Following the female guard's finger, Murong Zheng Yi looked towards the northwest direction.

Above the scorched earth and lake group left by the previous battle, dozens of cracks opened in the sky, and then teams of mechanical bodies stepped on 'flying saucers' and quickly flew out, forming a hundred phalanxes in a short time, each phalanx with over ten thousand mechanical bodies.

They were quiet;

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth washed over, but they did not respond in any way;

But this silence made the cultivators here feel great pressure.

The sound of a horn came from nowhere, and these mechanical bodies neatly turned in place, with their backs to the cultivators.

Murong Zheng Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, with a smile on his lips.

"It doesn't matter," he said, "This should be a friend, not an enemy."

"Zheng Yi?"

A gentle call came from behind.

A beautiful woman wearing a palace dress came out of the cabin and landed beside Murong Zheng Yi.

This was the Grand Madam of the Murong family's contemporary Patriarch, also the Murong family's mistress, and Murong Zheng Yi's mother.

"Mother, what's wrong?"

"Your uncles are all worried," the beautiful woman frowned as she looked at the mechanical army, "The current situation is treacherous and unclear, and the three extraterrestrial forces are intertwined here. We are like lambs to the slaughter, at the mercy of others, fearing that if we are not careful, the Murong family's foundation will be destroyed in one fell swoop."

Murong Zheng Yi blinked: "Mother, if you want to say something to your child, just say it."

The beautiful woman pointed out a wisp of enchantment.

She was a Nascent Soul Daoist, and her strength was not bad.

"Zheng Yi, I heard you mention that suddenly appearing senior before. Do you suspect that he is a Celestial Luo Loose Immortal?"

"The child is just suspecting like that."

"No matter what," the beautiful woman said with a bit of expectation in her eyes, "If we can get closer to such a senior, it will always be a good thing for our Murong family."

Murong Zheng Yi felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

He naturally knew what his mother meant, but she just wanted him to curry favor with the mysterious expert he had encountered before.

But, is it so easy to curry favor?

That expert might dislike himself because of his flattery.

It's better to maintain some distance, and try to provide convenience as before…

"Mother, the child will try to do as Mother says."

Murong Zheng Yi agreed like this.

The beautiful woman knew what her son was thinking with just one look. She didn't nag much, but held the railing and watched the mechanical dark cloud in the distance.

She said softly: "In just a few days, incredible things have happened one after another. Is this world really going to usher in a great catastrophe?"

Murong Zheng Yi said with a smile: "Didn't the heads of the major sects jointly issue a letter, saying that the Dark Sect disciples are only targeting us cultivators, and not the creatures of this world? For us, it may be a catastrophe, but for the many mortals, it's just a few more thunderclaps."

"Alas," the beautiful woman sighed, "Who would have thought that cultivation would also be tabooed."

A chuckle suddenly came from the side: "It's not that cultivation is tabooed, but that the Heavenly Dao doesn't want creatures to cultivate."

A little bit of immortal light surrounded him, and the enchantment arranged by the beautiful woman was easily resolved.

Murong Zheng Yi was stunned for a moment, turned to look at the person, and immediately beamed with joy, and quickly stepped forward to greet him: "Martial Uncle, why did you suddenly come over!"

The person who came was wearing a light blue Daoist robe, with a Daoist hoop tied on his head, and shallow immortal light surrounding his body. His face was sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome and unrestrained, and his temperament was ethereal and extraordinary;

Who else could it be but Wang Ji Xuan?

He came in his main body, and didn't hide anything. He held the Murong family's jade pendant in his hand and said with a smile: "I'm here to return this thing to you."

Murong Zheng took the jade pendant: "If Senior likes it, you can keep it as a souvenir."

"That won't be necessary. I was able to meet my old friend smoothly last time thanks to your help."

Wang Jixuan looked over here:

"This fellow Daoist is?"

"My mother."

"Oh?" Wang Jixuan cupped his hands in greeting, "So you are the mistress of the Murong family. Forgive my poor welcome."

This beautiful woman was also a clever person. At this moment, she had already realized who this was, and hurriedly said: "Greetings, Senior. You and Zheng Yi can continue your conversation. This concubine will take her leave first. If Senior has any matters, please feel free to order us. The entire Murong family is willing to serve you."

"You're too kind," Wang Jixuan waved his hand, "I just have some affinity with Zheng Yi. Go ahead, I have a few small matters to discuss with Zheng Yi."

"Yes."

The beautiful woman bowed and left gracefully.

Murong Zheng asked in a low voice, "Senior, what's the matter this time?"

"What, do I have to have something important to look for you? Can't I just invite you to enjoy the scenery and romance?"

Wang Jixuan took two futons and threw them behind the railing, sat down leisurely, and took out a pot of wine and two wine cups.

Murong Zheng sent his two female bodyguards to get some appetizers, and also sat cross-legged next to Wang Jixuan.

"Romance and scenery sound good. I, a young master from a prominent family, am best at that."

"Best at it? With your pure Yang body."

"Huh?" Murong Zheng glared at Wang Jixuan, "How do you know, Senior?"

"It's easy to see the purity of the Yang energy in your body with one glance. What's so difficult about that?"

Murong Zheng's expression immediately turned bad.

Wang Jixuan asked with a smile, "What's wrong? Did you deliberately put a few drops of sweat on your forehead when you went to the brothel with the other young masters of the aristocratic families?"

"This, that's not true," Murong Zheng sighed to the sky, "There have been a few such situations, but I only chatted with a few female Daoists for an extra hour."

"Could it be that you have a penchant for the same sex?"

"That's not it," Murong Zheng said with a smile, "When my mother was pregnant with me, she was injured in a fight, which led to my congenital Yuan Qi deficiency. I need to maintain my Yuan Yang and slowly accumulate it so that my cultivation will not be too slow. It's just the troubles of a direct son."

Daoist Wang nodded and took out two pills and handed them to Murong Zheng.

"Scattered Immortal-grade spirit pills produced by Tianluo, I'll give them to you. They're just right for your condition."

"This?"

"You don't want them?"

Murong Zheng grabbed them: "I'm so embarrassed! But why do you have spirit pills that are right for my condition?"

"I have a friend... What kind of look is that? I really have a friend named Zheng Shiduo. This guy is interested in men, and I've always wanted to help him return to the right path."

"Then I believe you."

Murong Zheng picked up a pill and took it, closed his eyes and concentrated, carefully sensing.

Before long, he was overjoyed, and his whole person became exceptionally excited.

"Senior! My Yuan Qi is recovering rapidly!"

"Well, you still have an hour. Go find a Daoist partner, otherwise I won't be responsible for the consequences."

Murong Zheng was about to get up immediately.

Wang Jixuan casually pressed him back onto the futon.

"You took the benefits I gave you, and you have to bear a responsibility later."

"Please speak, Senior. I will go through fire and water, Zheng Yi will not refuse!"

"I'm going to make you a leader," Wang Jixuan thought for a while, "Be a hero, a role model, are you willing?"

"Huh?" Murong Zheng was a little strange, "Senior, are you trying to train me? I dare not refuse, but I am a little curious as to why you would choose me."

"First, you are smart and not stupid.

"Second, you are clean and self-respecting, and you have a good temperament. You have never done anything to deceive others or yourself.

"Third, I have done some investigation in the past two days and found that the Murong family's influence, reputation, and your own extensive friendships are all factors. I think you are a good candidate.

"I will save a portion of the Foundation Establishment Stage to the Heaven and Earth Bridge Stage cultivators in this world, that is, the cultivators below the Nascent Soul Stage. I need someone to stand up, lead them, and restrain them."

Wang Jixuan looked at Murong Zheng and said slowly:

"Are you willing to bear this responsibility?"

Murong Zheng frowned and said, "I can only say that I will try my best..."

"Well, cheer up, then it's settled on you."

Wang Jixuan stood up and stretched.

The two female bodyguards who had been seen before came over with wine and dishes, but he waved his hand and left straight away.

As soon as Wang Jixuan left, Murong Zheng lowered his head and exhaled, and drops of hot sweat appeared on his forehead.

This guy was also a ruthless person. He took a deep breath, forcibly refined the medicinal power, stabilized his body, and his cultivation was rapidly improving.

Immortal pills are not so easy to digest.