Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Bao Butong, upon hearing Murong Fu's words, asked in confusion:

"Young master, what's wrong?"

Murong Fu waved his hand, knowing that this was probably just a coincidence, and said:

"It's nothing, we just happened to run into the Grand Assembly of Immortals."

Then he looked at Wuyazi and said, "Grandpa, didn't you say there were still a few days until your senior sister's rejuvenation?"

Over the course of their time together, the two gradually became familiar with each other, and their way of addressing each other changed.

Wu Yazi, not knowing why Murong Fu suddenly brought this up, said:

"My dear son-in-law, it should be him, but after all, several decades have passed, so I'm not entirely sure..."

Murong Fu nodded, realizing that Wu Yazi had gone to live in seclusion in Wuliang Mountain with Li Qiushui decades ago to avoid Tong Lao.

Moreover, not every expert possesses the ability to remember everything they see.

It's normal that Wu Yazi's memory of Tong Lao's life is somewhat inaccurate.

When he saw the familiar green oil lamp and heard what Bao Butong said, he knew that he had stumbled upon the Grand Assembly of Ten Thousand Immortals, which was held by the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands under the command of the Child Granny.

At this point, Wu Laoda should have already captured the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny after she had returned to childhood, but he didn't know her identity.

Because the old woman didn't speak and pretended to be mute, they only thought she was a mute maidservant working for the old woman, based on her appearance.

After all, they had never seen the old woman in person, but they had heard her voice.

Once she opened her mouth, the scene was over.

Seeing that Murong Fu was deep in thought, the others naturally did not disturb him. At this moment, a sound came from afar.

"Heh, kid. Where did you hear about the Myriad Immortals Gathering? Are you perhaps a spy from the Spirit Vulture Palace?!"

"Lingjiu Palace?! Young Master, are we almost at Lingjiu Palace?"

Bao Butong knew that the destination of this trip was Lingjiu Palace, so he was naturally very concerned when this person mentioned Lingjiu Palace.

Murong Fu raised his hand, indicating that people should not make a fuss.

He and Wu Yazi had already judged from the voice that the person speaking was only a second-rate martial artist. Even if he was a top-notch second-rate master, he was still second-rate, which meant he was on the same level as Su Xinghe and Duan Zhengchun, and they didn't take him seriously.

At this moment, another person spoke up: "Who is this extraordinary figure who has come to cause trouble at the Ten Thousand Immortals Assembly? Do they truly disregard the masters of the thirty-six caves and the seventy-two islands?"

Bao Butong, Su Xinghe, and the others let out a soft "Ah," as they had indeed heard of the titles "Master of the Thirty-Six Caves and Master of the Seventy-Two Islands."

However, the so-called "cave masters" and "island masters" are nothing more than a group of unorthodox individuals who do not belong to any sect or gang.

These people varied in martial arts skills and character, and all of them were loners who went their own way without communicating with each other. As a result, they could not amount to much and were never valued in the martial arts world.

All that was known was that some of them were scattered on islands in the East China Sea and the Yellow Sea, while others lived in seclusion in the deep mountains of Kunlun and Qilian. In recent years, they had disappeared without a trace and had done nothing. No one paid any attention to them and never expected that they would appear here.

Murong Fu had naturally paid attention to this before, and even complained that it was rare for people from such a far distance to be able to get together.

Murong Fu said loudly:

"I naturally came to attend the gathering of ten thousand immortals after hearing about its reputation."

My name is Murong Fu from Gusu. May I ask your honorable name?

Suddenly, bursts of laughter erupted all around, including "haha," "hehe," "hehe," and "humming," and the number of people laughing grew larger and larger.

At first, only a dozen or so people laughed, but later people from all directions joined in the laughter. Judging from the sound, there were no fewer than five or six hundred people, some nearby and others seemingly several miles away.

Bao Butong and the others drew their swords, ready to fight, but Murong Fu paid no attention.

He knew that this so-called gathering of ten thousand immortals was nothing more than a rabble.

Most of his martial arts skills are second or third-rate; what's troublesome are various traps and poisons, but he's naturally unafraid of them.

Moreover, everyone involved has their own agenda, and there's no real order or shared interests; he can easily dominate the scene all by himself.

Meanwhile, Wang Yuyan had also mastered the Beiming True Qi during these days and had also learned the Six Meridian Divine Sword and the Moon-Treading Fragrance martial arts she had previously learned.

With Wu Yazi's more than sixty years of skill, Wang Yuyan can currently utilize at least 50% to 60% of it. Coupled with second-rate masters such as Wu Yazi, Su Xinghe, Bao Butong, and A Zhu, she should have no problem protecting herself.

Murong Fu calmed himself down and looked around. He saw shadowy figures on the hillsides, peaks, valleys, and ridges all around him, though he couldn't make out their shapes and faces in the darkness. These people, who had been nowhere to be seen before, suddenly seemed to have emerged from the ground.

An old but sharp voice rang out:

"What Murong Fu of Gusu? Never heard of him!"

Judging from his voice, he's just a callow youth. What qualifications does he have to participate in our Ten Thousand Immortals Assembly?!

Then a voice answered from the northwest corner:

"Is it the Murong clan of Gusu who 'use their own methods against them'?"

That's no ordinary person. Light the lamps! Everyone, let's meet him!

As soon as he spoke, a yellow light suddenly rose in the southeast corner, followed by red lights rising in the west and northwest corners.

In an instant, lights rose up from all directions. Some were lanterns, some were torches, some were pine torches and firewood, and some were Kongming lanterns. The lights brought by each cave lord and island lord were different. Some were crude and simple, while others were very exquisite. They had not been known where they were hidden before.

The flickering lights cast strange and fantastical shadows on the faces of people of all kinds.

These people included men and women, handsome men and ugly women, monks and Taoist priests.

Some wore flowing sleeves, others wore coarse clothes and short jackets, some were old men with long beards reaching their chests, and others were women with high-piled hair. Most of their clothing was strange and very different from that of people from the Central Plains. A large majority of them carried weapons, but the weapons were also mostly strange in shape and their names were unknown.

"Hehe, he's quite the handsome young man."

I wonder if it's just a showpiece?!

Another lewd sound came from afar, causing Murong Fu to frown and say:

"What, do we have to overcome five trials and six generals to participate in your Ten Thousand Immortals Assembly?"

The man then said, "That's not necessary, but since you call yourself Murong Fu, who knows whether you're real or not?"

Besides, even if it were true, we don't know the true strength of your Murong family. How could you just let some incompetent person participate in our Ten Thousand Immortals Assembly?!

"You will tarnish the reputation of my Ten Thousand Immortals Assembly once again!"

Then, a heavy object fell from a pine tree not far from Murong Fu, crashing onto the rocks with a loud thud. It was a giant bronze cauldron.

Just then, a few faint, unusual sounds were heard, mixed in with the sound of the wind, and almost indistinguishable.

But Murong Fu knew that the dwarf-like Sangtugong was inside the cauldron, and that the voice was his unique hidden weapon, the "Hair Needle."

But Murong Fu showed no fear, and used the Star Shift technique to send all the hair-like needles flying in all directions.

He waved his fan and said:

"If you dare not submit to me, Murong Fu, then come at me! Let me see what you're made of!"