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

The Taoist temple of Qinglu was not far away, only a few hundred steps away.

As he approached the temple, he could see two figures standing in front of him, waiting for him.

"Master, Senior Sister."

Wei Jing was seriously injured. Although she was saved by Qingyao Daoist's pills, the energy she lost in that battle could not be replenished in a short time.

Her face was pale, her lips were almost colorless, and the loose hair on her forehead was damp with cold sweat, making her look frail and weak.

"Brother Yu."

The senior sister spoke, her voice a little hoarse.

"I heard you shone brightly in the competition, winning three matches, and you actually mastered the sword formation talisman left by Senior Brother Kong..."

"Cough cough cough—"

Before she could say more than a few words, Wei Jing started coughing, and the Taoist priest Qinglu beside her had to channel his spiritual energy into her to help alleviate her weakness.

Yu Yan simply nodded to Wei Jing, then turned to look at Qinglu Daoist.

"Master, what's the situation on the other immortal peaks?"

Upon hearing this, the other party simply shook their head and sighed softly.

"Danfeng has Junior Nephew Li, who was able to win a round. Lianfeng Peak has the newly rising Tian Erwa, who also forged a mid-grade first-level magic weapon on the spot and won a round."

"Besides them, some disciples also managed to win a few rounds here and there, but—"

He paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice:

"The Falling Clouds Sect is ultimately no match for the Broken Army Mansion."

Yu Yan listened to the other person's words and nodded silently.

The Falling Clouds Sect lost.

Even though he won three games, they were ultimately insignificant victories.

The entire sect was no match for the other side, and in the end, they could only leave the sect.

Even though he had anticipated it, Yu Yan still felt a sense of disorientation when he heard that the Luoxia Sect was really going to face reality.

Such a large sect, just given away like that?

Putting them aside, is the sect leader really willing to accept this?

When the Luoxia Sect was handed over to his generation, it bore the infamy of losing the sect's cultivation grounds. Was the sect leader really happy about this?

"What can I do if I'm not willing to accept it?"

The Taoist priest Qinglu couldn't stop sighing; his sorrow almost materialized.

"I asked Senior Brother, and he said that the elders of Xingjian Pavilion personally met with him and pressured him to accept the competition. He really had no choice but to agree."

Ultimately, it's because the Luoxia Sect lacks powerful backers.

"Let's not talk about that anymore. The sect leader wants me to take you there, saying he has something to say."

With a wave of his hand, the Taoist Qinglu sent his flying sword carrying the three of them swiftly up into the clouds.

What does the sect leader want with them?

It's probably related to leaving the sect.

Arriving at the main peak of the Luoxia Sect, the residence of the sect leader.

This was Yu Yan's first time visiting other immortal peaks. He saw misty clouds, the cry of a lone bird, and two mountain peaks converging in a ring shape, which looked like a circle from afar.

Clouds swirl down in the middle, like a waterfall cascading to the ground.

The destination of Yu Yan and his two companions was the council hall above this circular bridge.

As the flying sword landed and his feet touched the ground, Yu Yan heard two joyful calls.

"Brother Yu!"

"Junior Brother Yu!"

Two figures approached quickly, one of them nearly two meters tall, with a muscular physique that filled his purple Taoist robe, making him look like a wall when he stood there.

The other person was slender, with a ponytail tied behind her back, and a smile on her delicate face. She came closer in a few steps.

"Senior Sister Li, Erwa, it's been a long time."

"Brother Yu, I've heard everything. With your Qi Refining Level 3 cultivation and the talent of five spiritual roots, you defeated two men from the Po Jun Mansion and killed one of them. You were truly impressive!"

Tian Erwa, whom I hadn't seen for three years, seemed to have changed no more. His smile was still as憨憨 (simple and honest) as ever, and he patted Yu Yan's shoulder as familiarly as before.

But this very movement almost caused Yu Yan's newly scabbed wound to burst open.

"Cough cough cough, Erwa, stop filming, or you won't be able to see your older brother again."

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, Brother Yu, I'm just too excited. This is the first time we've met since I joined the Luoxia Sect, isn't it?"

Yes, we used to communicate by letter.

Who would have thought that after three years apart, they would be leaving the sect upon their first meeting?

"Junior Brother Yu, are you alright? I heard you suffered a serious injury during the competition. It's only been a day since the competition ended. Has your injury healed?"

Li Lingying finally managed to interject at this moment, and seeing that Yu Yan seemed to be in good spirits, she quickly added,

Why couldn't I see you whenever I went to look for you before?

Yu Yan bowed and apologized.

"I was in seclusion at the time for the competition and was unaware of it. Please forgive me, Senior Sister."

"Hmph, I was originally going to give you some healing pills, but you didn't see them. Look at you now, you've suffered such a serious injury in the competition."

"I'm your senior sister, you're a senior after all. You'll suffer if you don't listen to your senior."

Yu Yan kept nodding, agreeing with everything Li Lingying said, and he didn't argue with her.

Looking around, he discovered that the newcomers were all personal disciples of various immortal peaks, dressed in purple robes.

Except for Wei Jing.

However, her situation is special, so it's understandable.

There were also many peak masters who came with their disciples.

The peak masters of Yuanfu Peak are Qinglu Daoren, Dan Peak is Qingyao Daoren, Lianfeng Peak is Qingkui Daoren, Qishou Peak is Qinghu Daoren, Weikui Peak is Qinglei Daoren, and Jinzhen Peak is Qingshu Daoren.

Including Ancestor Feng Xiaosheng and Daoist Qingli, who came out of the council hall, all those with some influence in the sect were present.

The sect leader glanced at the patriarch, who nodded. He then stepped forward, surveyed the crowd, and waited until everyone quieted down before speaking:

"I've called you all here today to say something that I'm sure you all have some idea of ​​what it is."

He paused, his eyelids lowered.

"Our Luoxia Sect has been defeated."

Upon hearing this, the disciples felt a deep sorrow in their hearts and their faces showed grief, already knowing what the sect leader was about to say.

As expected, Daoist Qingli got straight to the point:

"We have to leave here."

"From now on, this will be the territory of the Po Jun Mansion."

The disciples lowered their heads and said nothing.

Seeing this scene, Qingli Daoist felt very guilty, but the situation was pressing. Po Jun Mansion and Xingjian Pavilion were in cahoots, joining forces to bully Luoxia Sect, all for the sake of that secret realm that had been opened before.

Why would an elder from the Sword Pavilion intervene in such a small secret realm?

It is said that people from the Po Jun Mansion discovered traces of the Nine-Bend Spirit Ginseng within it.

That is the main ingredient of the Nine-Bend Spirit Ginseng Pill, a core elixir for cultivators to form their Nascent Soul stage.

Thus, the elder of Xingjian Pavilion who was about to form his Nascent Soul stepped forward.

Since then, everything has changed.

It was from that time that Qingli Daoren knew that such a day might come.

He looked at the young faces before him, his expression filled with sorrow.

Raise your right hand and extend three fingers.

"Three days! The Po Jun Mansion only gave us three days to move away from Luo Xia..."

"But to prevent them from ambushing you on the way, I've decided to give you only one day to pack up."

"The next day, all the trusted disciples must leave secretly."

"After waiting for half a day, the inner disciples left on another spirit ship."

"After that, withdraw the outer sect disciples..."

As Qingli Daoist spoke, a hint of guilt seemed to appear in his eyes.

"The foundation laid by the previous sect leaders has been ruined in my hands."

"But you are the future of the sect. The future of the Falling Clouds Sect will depend on you!"