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

The computer screen lit up, reflecting a somewhat dazed Qingyuan.

Her facial features remained the same as before, but the withered look that had been ravaged by endless overtime work was completely gone.

"That's true. He just punched someone into a wall tonight. If it were Qingyuan, who used to be willing to bend over backwards for a few hundred yuan for perfect attendance, he would be dreaming too wildly."

Qingyuan chuckled to himself in a low voice.

Dreams that are too beautiful are easily shattered.

The only way to make a dream a reality is to make it even more real than reality itself.

The Tai Chi icon is rotating.

[Autumn of the 15th year of the New Sect Calendar]

Only five years remain until the second decade-long test.

Xu Sixing, a double agent, has not yet fully submitted to the cause.

Chai Wu's Mercury Blood Realm and Shu Yan's Foundation Establishment threshold are both things that cannot be rushed, requiring painstaking effort.

"Perfect timing, this period of time can be used to help the sect complete the grand plan for the next ten years."

With Zhu Ming as an informant and Xu Sixing as a spy, the fog surrounding the western map has largely dissipated.

Several resource points, gleaming with a deep blue light, eagerly awaited their arrival.

Qingyuan picked up the densely filled notebook and stared at the screen:

"start!"

......

Blackwater City.

On the long street, carriages and horses were bustling about, and pedestrians were shoulder to shoulder.

Two figures strolled side by side.

"Old Daoist Zhuxuan, how much longer are we going to waste?"

The young man, with rosy lips and white teeth, kicked a pebble from the roadside, his tone sharp:

"Five years followed by three, what exactly is the sect leader planning? Is he wasting our talents by assigning us two to watch over an old ghost who's practically half-buried?"

"What was that old devil from the Wang family called again? Xuanji?"

"At the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, his lifespan is nearing its end. Instead of seeking a propitious burial site, he is frantically searching for medicine like a headless fly. He not only refines blood pills but also grovels before the He family. How utterly pathetic."

The patriarch of the Wang family in Blackwater City, Master Xuanji, has gone mad in his quest to prolong his life.

"Lang Che, be careful what you say."

Zhu Xuan kept his eyes straight ahead, his voice steady and even:

"Even ants cherish life; Fellow Daoist Xuanji, though you have lost face, it is a helpless act."

"It's us, on the other hand."

"The He family stabbed him in the back, and we've secretly intercepted his medicinal herbs three times over the years, cutting off his escape route. Otherwise, how could he have fallen to this state?"

"It's all because of that damned sect leader's decree!"

Lang Che rolled his eyes, making no attempt to hide his dissatisfaction with the sect leader who was in seclusion:

"The Wang family's dilapidated possessions are something the Imperial Sword Sect is eyeing. I can simply sweep them away with my sword alone. Why hide and show my face?"

Zhu Xuan said in a low voice, "Since the sect leader went into seclusion, Senior Brother Yu Zhang on the mountain... ha, he's got more airs than the sect leader. These days, the younger generation only knows Yu Zhang and Yuan Lian, who knows you or me?"

"Pah! That old bastard Yu Zhang?"

Lang Che disregarded all decorum and spat on the ground:

"He's just relying on his seniority. Look at his precious grandson, Wen Xianyun. He's been fed all sorts of miraculous medicines, but he hasn't even reached the Foundation Establishment stage. If someone like that could succeed, I, Lang Che, would write the book backwards!"

As he spoke, it seemed he was recalling an old friend, and a hint of regret appeared on his face.

"In the end, it was the kid who practiced thunder magic who was to my liking."

"Xu Sixing?"

"Exactly."

Lang Che smacked his lips:

"A born swordsman, and a lightning cultivator, but unfortunately too honest, and not surnamed Wen. We have not returned for many years, and we fear that we may have been ambushed, our bodies perished, and our bones rotting in some desolate wilderness."

During their conversation, the two stopped in front of a shop.

"Hua Pharmacy?"

Lang Che looked up and examined the gold-painted signboard.

"Its reputation has soared in recent years. I've heard that its pills are of high quality and come in large quantities, enough to satisfy any appetite. It seems to be... a Wang family business?"

Smelling the medicinal fragrance in the wind, Zhu Xuan's usually stern face showed a rare moment of relaxation.

Lang Che's eyes darted around, and he grinned mischievously. "Shall we go in and take a look?"

Zhu Xuan said little, and stepped over the threshold.

The hall was bustling with noise, and the waiters were welcoming and seeing off guests.

The strange thing is that the two cultivators entered at the same time, while the surrounding independent cultivators ignored them.

They were like two wisps of air, two gentle breezes, attracting no attention and causing no one to give way.

Zhu Xuan walked to the counter and picked up a pill from an open jade bottle with two fingers.

"Stealing Worry Pill".

Bring it close to your nose and sniff it gently.

"Um?"

A soft eh.

"good."

"Huh?"

Lang Che looked at his old friend as if he had seen a ghost, circling him twice: "Is the sun rising in the west? You, such a picky old bookworm, actually like this kind of shallow stuff?"

Zhu Xuan ignored the teasing and gently stroked the surface of the pill with his fingertips:

"The timing and method were precise, and the combination of the emperor, ministers, assistants, and advisors was somewhat innovative. However, his vision was too narrow, and his perspective was limited."

"No matter how skilled one is, with this mindset, one will spend one's entire life practicing Qi cultivation and will never have the chance to glimpse the true face of the Great Dao."

"What a pity, what a shame."

With a flick of his sleeve.

A jade slip emitting a faint blue glow silently slipped down and landed under a paperweight in the corner of the cabinet.

After finishing this task, Zhu Xuan turned and left, decisively and cleanly.

Lang Che stared in disbelief, hurriedly following behind, muttering to himself:

"Hey Zhuxuan, you've had the idea of ​​treasuring talent? That's a rare copy of your early alchemy insights, and you just threw it away? If the juniors in the sect who are begging for your guidance find out, wouldn't they cry their eyes out...?"

A streak of green light flashed by.

"You—huh?!"

Lang Che was horrified to find his lips swelling uncontrollably, and his two rows of white teeth rapidly transformed into delicate pink peach blossoms, their petals trembling as his lips and teeth opened and closed.

"Wood Spirit Transformation Technique?! You old fool, you're serious!"

Lang Che roared incoherently, his handsome face turning a deep liver color. He used his internal energy to expel the strange phenomenon while jumping up and down to chase after the leisurely figure in front of him.

"Zhuxuan! You old scholar! Untie me!"

......

"Zhuxuan and Master Langche..."

Behind the shop's door pillars, the shadows were heavy.

Xu Sixing's back was soaked with cold sweat; he had almost bumped into the two adults in the doorway and was still shaken.

Fortunately, Zhu Ming concealed his vital energy within his sea of ​​consciousness, thus narrowly escaping a calamity.

In the backyard, in front of the moon gate.

Shu Yan stopped in her tracks.

Two obscure and terrifying auras suddenly descended upon the front hall.

The instinctive opening of the "mind-monkey" (a metaphor for the mind) is fully unleashed.

The ever-present senses, this time, struck not the human heart, but a vast, boundless ocean.

"Um?"

Vague, vast, and unseen.

The moment you feel the touch, a suffocating feeling of looking down from the clouds explodes within you.

Foundation building!

Two!

Once the suffocating pressure dissipated, Shu Yan flashed to the front hall.

"Miss Su...?"

Xu Sixing was startled to see Shu Yan appear.

"Hmm, who were those two just now?"

Xu Sixing reached into his robes, took out a jade slip, and handed it over, his voice trembling as he spoke:

"Langche, Zhuxuan."

"Our sect's two elders, the Sword Master and the Scripture Repository Elder, are true Foundation Establishment cultivators who usually live in seclusion. I never expected to run into them in Blackwater City today."

The Venerable Zhuji personally visited.

Shu Yan took the jade slip containing information about the Imperial Sword Sect and tossed a pill bottle over with her other hand:

"Well done, here is the 'Soul Nourishing Pill' you requested."

Xu Sixing accepted the pill, dared not say anything, gave a hasty bow, and disappeared into the crowd.

The shop was bustling again.

Shu Yan stood still, a chill running down her spine.

Two years of smooth sailing, she returned to the ninth level of Qi Refining, and her senior brother was about to enter the Mercury Blood realm, which gave her more motivation.

But that one glance felt like a bucket of ice water being poured over my head.

Too powerful.

Moreover, the unusual changes at the top of the Imperial Sword Sect suggest that they have much bigger plans.

"It's been quite a few years since I left the sect; it's time to go back."

Shu Yan's eyes betrayed her worry:

"This matter is of great importance and cannot be decided by me alone. I need to report to my Master and ask him to make the final decision."