Cultivating Immortality Through a Hundred Lifetimes: I Possess the Heavenly Book of Merit

Xingbing took out the Purification Pill and handed it to Qingyao Daoist, who had just been summoned by Qinglu.

Yu Yan had given his master a meaningful look earlier, hoping to get the professional Danfeng Peak Master to come and take a look.

Even if she couldn't refine the Purification Pill, she still knew a little about the medicinal herbs and techniques used, and could at least tell whether the pill was effective or not.

The pill was poured out of the jade bottle. It was only slightly larger than a bean, and it was blue all over with a faint golden halo on the surface.

Qingyao examined him for a moment, then leaned closer to smell him before finally nodding slightly to Yu Yan.

The Jingqing Pill is fine.

The porcelain bottle was tossed to Yu Yan, who, without even glancing at the precious elixir, calmly said:

"My second condition is that you apologize to Senior Sister Wei!"

Upon hearing this, the Taoist priest immediately spoke up.

"No problem, no problem. I'll apologize to Wei Jing on behalf of my junior apprentice Ye Hao."

"What's the use of just apologizing? Show some sincerity!"

The Taoist priest, who had been hiding his hands in his sleeves, suddenly clenched them, and chuckled a few times.

"Okay, okay, feel free to bring it up, feel free to bring it up."

"Bring whatever spirit stones or magical artifacts you have."

They swindled them out of more pills and spirit stones until everyone's faces turned ashen, indicating that they had nothing left.

Yu Yan slightly shifted his gaze and saw Qinglu Daoist gently shaking his head at him, while simultaneously transmitting a voice message.

"Yu Yan, that's enough. Let's stop here. Be careful they don't do something desperate."

He also knew that achieving this level was already quite good.

The Luoxia Sect was at a disadvantage from the very beginning. If they were really pushed to the limit, they would probably be hard to resist.

Just as people are bullied by others, so too are sects.

With a silent sigh, Yu Yan straightened Ye Hao's collar and removed his fingers from Ye Hao's forehead.

Ruan Qin leaped up and pushed Ye Hao, who was on the verge of death, off the stage.

Then, she looked Yu Yan up and down with her eyes, and for some reason, she covered her mouth and chuckled.

What's so funny?

Yu Yan lowered his eyes, feeling his rapidly recovering spiritual power, and was already planning what talisman to draw for this battle.

Below the high platform, Daoist Qingyao looked at the two people facing each other above and listened to Daoist Qinglu beside her recount what had happened before, a hint of surprise on her face.

"The disciples of the Broken Army Mansion are actually so powerful."

But soon, as if he had thought of something, the surprise on his face turned into worry.

"To be honest, the situation at Danfeng is not very good either. We have only won one out of five matches so far."

Daoist Qinglu sighed.

"It seems that the Po Jun Mansion came prepared this time."

Daoist Qingyao nodded.

"We'll meet force with force and water with earth. Given the current situation, we can only take it one step at a time. But in my opinion, the chances of our Luoxia Sect winning are slim."

Danfeng can be considered the immortal peak with the most geniuses.

If this is the case even on Danfeng Peak, then the other immortal peaks are even worse.

By observing Yuanfu Peak and Dan Peak, one can gain a general understanding of the other immortal peaks.

"But I really didn't expect that my junior brother Yu would become your pillar of strength."

Hearing his senior sister say this, Daoist Qinglu gave a wry smile.

"Yes, I didn't expect that after leaving Shang Ji, the only person I could run into from the Po Jun Mansion was Yu Yan."

The disciple's defeat today and the suspicions of others have caused the peak master's mindset to change somewhat.

As the peak master, Daoist Qinglu is largely to blame for Yuanfu Peak's current state.

Not only are the disciples not very skilled, but some have also been thinking of joining the Po Jun Mansion.

Qinglu Daoist knew Bai Yanlang's actions and thoughts, but he did not expect this disciple to be so foolish as to openly mock him during the competition.

"Let's see how it goes in the end."

After saying this last sentence, Daoist Qingyao turned and left.

Although she said that, as her junior brother who had known her for many years, Qinglu Daoren knew what she meant.

This time, the Luoxia Sect may not be able to withstand the calamity.

"Am I really going to be expelled from the sect?"

Once they leave the sect, where will they cultivate?

Where can one cultivate?

The price the Falling Clouds Sect paid for its defeat was far too high.

At this point, all we can do is hope that Yu Yan wins a few more games.

On stage, Ruan Qin spoke slowly, her voice soft.

"Senior Brother Yu, I've been looking forward to it from the very beginning. If we were to have a competition, I wonder who would win?"

"Senior Brother Kong is quite formidable. If we hadn't launched a sneak attack and severely injured him first, we really wouldn't have been able to kill him."

As she spoke, she stretched out her slender hand and pointed at Yu Yan from a distance.

"And you, as a direct disciple of Senior Brother Kong, must have some extraordinary abilities."

Ruan Qin brushed her hair behind her ear and licked her lips with the tip of her tongue.

"I did well in the last match, but I'm still a bit behind Senior Brother Kong."

She made just a few simple movements that were incredibly alluring, leaving many male disciples in the audience stunned, frozen in place, their minds seemingly captured by something, leaving them with only empty shells.

Just as the competition began and Yu Yan was about to start writing, the disciples who had been completely absorbed in the moment suddenly snapped out of it, unable to recall what had just happened, as if their minds had gone blank for a moment.

But Yu Yan's hand movements paused slightly.

Something seemed to have flicked my brain, causing a moment of dizziness before I quickly recovered.

but--

A panting sound seemed to ring in her ears, and countless fantasies followed. Ruan Qin slowly stepped forward, her clothes gradually falling off.

One thing after another, seemingly fewer and fewer, yet seemingly never-ending.

"Senior Brother Yu..."

"Senior Brother Yu~~"

Charm.

In the cultivation world, at least in Yu Yan's understanding, most people who cultivate charm techniques are cultivators with extremely poor spiritual roots and talents, who can only rely on selling themselves to obtain cultivation resources.

There are not only female cultivators, but also quite a few male cultivators.

Most of them frequented the markets and neighborhoods, barely making ends meet and managing to cultivate their spiritual practice.

But according to the book, even if those people's charms were strong, they could only make themselves prettier and more attractive, unlike Ruan Qin, who could actually create a scene similar to an illusion.

"Fellow Daoist Xingbing is truly impartial in his teaching. Even such a lowly trick has been mastered by Junior Sister Ruan. Her master must be even more formidable."

Seeing that Yu Yan had fallen into the trap, Qinglu Daoist couldn't help but speak up with a sarcastic remark, his words carrying a hidden meaning.

"Was it through this method that you successfully established your foundation back then?"

Upon hearing this, the Taoist priest, who was initially delighted by the favorable situation, froze with a smile. He recalled all sorts of unbearable memories from the past and it took him a great deal of effort to suppress them.

"Hmph, no matter what tricks you use, defeating the opponent is the only important thing. Fellow Daoist Qinglu, given how despicable you were back then, you must understand this principle, right?"

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes locked in a tense standoff, brimming with hostility.

"Could it be that Senior Brother Kong fell for this trick back then?"

Yu Yan, standing on the high platform, thought this to himself, then silently closed his eyes and began to unleash his divine sense.

All illusions vanished.

In the vision of divine sense, the talisman pen and talisman paper reappeared in his hand.

So he picked up his pen and began to write—