I've already become an immortal lord, and only now is the spiritual energy reviving?

As the golden tide recedes from the vast ocean, consciousness returns to its place in the void.

His pupils were unfocused, and deep within his soul, the thunderous roar continued unabated.

As she came to her senses, the initial shock subsided, and a solemn, almost reverent look crept onto Shu Yan's brow.

He turned around and slightly lifted his eyelids.

Outside the palace, the night was thick and dark, like a giant beast lurking, overflowing with spying and malice.

"Disciple Shuyan."

The childish voice, no longer trembling, resonated with a metallic sound in the empty hall:

"I obey."

......

As the seasons change, another year has passed.

With the spiritual energy revived and the area teeming with life, the once desolate Qinglu Mountain Range is now more lush and vibrant than in previous years.

Halfway up the mountain, the golden ears of grain sway in the wind, their golden scales rolling like waves, displaying their abundance.

For a cultivator, time is but a fleeting moment.

At Guanhua Gate, it was indeed a complete transformation.

Alchemy Pavilion, outside the Earth Fire Pavilion.

Yang Dan, dressed in the robes of an elder, squatted alone on the threshold.

Between his withered fingers, he caressed an old jade bottle with mottled glaze.

"Adding the Demon-Accompanying Herb Elixir might enhance the medicinal power... however, this herb is extremely potent and may damage the foundation..."

He murmured softly, his thoughts drifting.

Boom—

A thunderclap suddenly rose from the ground, its dull thud shattering the tranquility.

A bloodcurdling scream suddenly erupted from inside the stone door of the underground fire chamber, accompanied by a series of chaotic noises.

"Oh dear! My disciple's eyebrows!"

"Master! The furnace! The furnace exploded!"

Yang Danhe shuddered, nearly dropping the jade bottle from her hand.

"These bastards!"

Rage surged within him, and he slapped his thigh to his feet, rushing recklessly into the stone chamber that was spewing out black smoke.

The pungent, burnt smell almost knocked my head off.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, the scene before him caused the old Taoist's blood pressure to spike.

The bronze alchemy furnace, purchased at great expense from Shulufang, has cracked on its side wall, with dark red sparks visible at the crack.

The ground was covered with charred medicinal residue and fragments.

In the corner, two outer disciples looked as if they had just crawled out of a coal mine, their faces covered in soot, with only their eyes darting around.

Ding Cheng and Fan Ju are both alchemy talents he has carefully selected in recent years.

Looking at it now, I feel it should be planted in the ground as fertilizer.

Yang Dan's fingers trembled slightly as he pointed at the abandoned furnace, spittle flying from his mouth:

"I merely went out for some fresh air, and you all set off such a massive firecracker? The Ignition Technique is a method of controlling fire, not setting off firecrackers!"

Ding Cheng shrank back, his face contorted with grief as he looked covered in soot: "Master... it's not my fault. When the spiritual herbs are put into the furnace, the fire... is beyond human control."

"Master, please understand, my senior brother and I dare not even breathe loudly..."

Fan Ju chimed in quietly, trying to defend himself.

"How dare you talk back!"

Adding fuel to the fire, Yang Danhe rewarded each of them with a flick on the forehead.

"Rotten wood! Fool!"

"What is being refined in the furnace? It is the 'Wind-Controlling Pill'! Not some candy to fool children!"

Now that our sect's forces are advancing westward, we brush shoulders with the Imperial Sword Sect's scouts every day. Our brothers and sisters in the Scout Hall risk their lives to probe the way; this pill is their lifeline! And you treat it like a game?

When the sect's grand plan was mentioned, the two disciples' faces tightened, and their smiles vanished.

The westward expansion is fraught with peril, and the number of wounded being brought back is increasing daily.

The amount of this pill is known to oneself.

"Master...this disciple knows his mistake."

The two hung their heads, looking like wilted eggplants.

"snort!"

Yang Danhe snorted coldly, too lazy to even glance at the abandoned furnace again, flicked his long sleeves, and turned away angrily.

As I approached the door, I paused briefly and finally turned back for a final glance.

Amidst the smoke and flames, two young men squatted down, silently cleaning up the dregs of medicine; their backs to the fire looked forlorn and pitiful.

"Why......"

He was of mediocre talent, but his virtues lay in his filial piety and diligence.

That year, he stayed by the fireside, burning oil and lighting lamps, and the dark circles under his eyes never faded.

Was the scolding just now too harsh?

Unfortunately, the sect's grand plan cannot be compromised by soft-heartedness.

"Uncle-Master, what troubles you?"

Yang Danhe was caught up in self-blame when he heard the sound and jumped back in surprise.

Looking back, a figure was already standing beside me.

A moon-white fairy dress, embroidered with cloud patterns, spotless.

Her black hair reached her waist, held up lightly with an ebony hairpin, a few strands of hair fluttering in the wind.

Shu Yan.

However, at the age of seventeen, his childishness had completely faded, and a sense of aloofness emanated from his bones, making him even more imposing than the sect leader.

Yang Danhe subconsciously cupped his hands in greeting: "Junior Nephew Yan, it's nothing, just disciplining my unruly disciple."

A chill ran down my spine.

The changes in Shu Yan over the past year have been witnessed by everyone in the sect.

He is decisive and efficient in his actions and methods.

The sect rules were revised, and a Hall of Merit was established, making the sect well-organized.

He often throws out unorthodox elixir formulas and ancient cultivation techniques. When asked about their origin, the sect leader only claims that he "obtained them by chance," which is quite charlatan-like.

"Uncle-Master, if you have time, please proceed to the main hall."

Shu Yan nodded in acknowledgment: "Master has summoned all the elders and deacons for a meeting; it is extremely urgent."

"at this time?"

Yang Danhe's expression hardened; it must be related to the war in the West.

"Wait a moment, I'll be right back."

He turned and disappeared back into the alchemy room. He came out again a moment later, but the miniature treasure furnace that he never parted from his waist was gone.

"Uncle-Master, may I borrow your help?"

A biting frost descended from nowhere.

The surrounding water vapor condensed into mist, enveloping the two of them.

Yang Danhe felt a blur in his vision, then felt the wind beneath his feet and rushed away.

......

Guanhua Main Hall.

The atmosphere inside the hall was solemn and tense.

A sand table sits on the solid wood square table, meticulously replicating the topography of the Qinglu Mountain range.

Hua Yangzi stood with his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed, staring at the area on the west side of the sand table covered with red flags.

White mist billowed, and a chill entered the palace.

"Master."

"Senior brother."

The two figures became visible.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Hua Yangzi's expression softened slightly, but the worry in his eyes remained deep and unyielding.

Without time for pleasantries, he pulled Shu Yan to the side of the sand table and pointed his finger at the red flag:

"Yan'er, look, these are the two villages of Dafeng and Shixi that we secretly took over last month."

"Nominally, he did not belong to the Imperial Sword Sect, but in reality, he was someone else's private property."

Was the advance too hasty? Chai Wu led his troops deep into enemy territory for seven days, without any communication whatsoever.

"The Scout Hall has also disappeared without a trace. If we run into the formidable Imperial Sword Sect..."

"Don't worry, Master."

The girl's face was calm as she extended her slender fingertips and tapped the "Kufeng'ao" spot on the map.

"Second Uncle is rough around the edges but meticulous at heart. His absence this time must be due to some other matter."

"I hope so..."

"Grandpa Sect Leader! Uncle Yang! Sister Yan!"

A loud, childlike yet powerful shout broke the silence in the hall.

A six- or seven-year-old boy crashed into the palace gate like a cannonball.

With his robust features, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, he's practically the second Chai Wu.

Chai Dingwei.

"Hey, little Dingwei."

Hua Yangzi smiled and bent down to hug him.

"grandfather!"

Chai Dingwei, unafraid of anyone, hugged Hua Yangzi's leg, tilted his little face up, and his eyes reddened:

"Where is my dad? They say he's a great hero. Don't great heroes ever come home?"

I miss my dad. I dream about him lifting me up high...

Hua Yangzi's large hand hovered in the air, speechless.

lie?

Looking into those clear eyes, I couldn't utter a word.

The truth? You mean your father's fate is unknown?

"Chai Dingwei! How dare you!"

An angry female voice came from outside the hall.

He Qin, dressed in an elder's robe, strode in, grabbed the young boy's earlobe, her eyes red-rimmed, and gave him a few light pats on the bottom:

"Who taught you to act so wildly in the main hall? What are you crying about? Your father is doing what's right in serving the sect; that's a matter of utmost importance!"

"Waaah—I want my dad! I want my dad!"

The child, unaware of the gravity of the situation, burst into tears, wailing and sobbing uncontrollably.

He Qin could no longer continue her movements, so she squatted down and hugged her young son tightly in her arms, trembling as she wiped away her tears.

"Don't cry, your father is a great hero, he'll be back soon, he'll be back soon..."

The hall was deathly silent, except for the young child sobbing.

Shu Yan paused.

"I'll go pick it up."

Concise and concise.

Zheng—

The long sword at his waist roared like a dragon.

The girl took a step forward, her body transforming into a stream of azure light, and soared westward through the sky.

......

"What a terrible thing, being an ancestor is no job for a human being."

Qingyuan threw the crumpled eye drop bottle into the wastepaper basket and rubbed his temples hard.

The open notebook was already filled with pages.

This year.

In the game, the characters only changed their clothes a few seasons.

In reality, Qingyuan almost drained himself dry.

The vast amount of cultivation information sifted out of the Daoist Canon must first be refined and distilled, and then mixed with some personal insights from modern management theory.

Finally, relying on the super WIFI of [Daixing], it was gradually stuffed into Shuyan's brain.

He finally understood why this broken skill had such abnormally high requirements for "spirit".

Such a terrifying data throughput.

If someone else were to come, their brain would be on fire before they even finished reading the preface.

Only someone like Shu Yan, an "official bug" who is the reincarnation of the Mind Monkey, with a soul strength approaching that of the Foundation Establishment stage during the Qi Refining stage, could serve as a human hard drive to support the bottom.

He made the decision to "expand westward and reclaim wasteland," and he set the topic for "reforming cultivation methods."

Even the "Guide to Scientifically Raising Spirit Beasts" was compiled by him through painstaking research.

As for Chai Wu....

Qingyuan glanced at the screen.

The small red dot representing Chai Wu is deep within the fog.

Not only did he not die, his health bar even doubled in length.

"While other people's wives and children put on a tearful show in the main hall, you're sleeping like a log."

Take a screenshot, circle it with the cursor, and send it.

With a ding, an image with a location tag was transmitted directly to Shu Yan, who was speeding away on her sword.

The area beneath "Kufeng'ao" is highlighted in the image, and the notes thoughtfully include relevant resource details:

[Details of the opportunity: The place where the ancient method of "Mount Sumeru Contemplation" was passed down.]

[Status: Chai Wu mistakenly ingested a century-old "Earth Marrow Lingzhi," resulting in a physical cleansing and bone reshaping; he is currently in a deep coma.]

[Additional Status: Inheritance Restriction Lockdown; all disciples of the Soldier Slayer Camp are trapped.]

Looking at the journal, Qingyuan threw his pen on the table and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"What happened to the 'nine deaths and one life' scenario?"

"So, I'm just a working-class guy toiling away in real life researching travel guides and acting as your babysitter, while you guys can twist your ankle and fall into ancient ruins, or eat a mushroom and suddenly develop superhuman skills?"

"Alright, you can keep sleeping. Once you've digested that Ganoderma lucidum, I'll trick you into using all your brute strength to mine. You won't eat until you dig up spirit stones!"