From waterfowl, it began to transform into the Great Sun Golden Crow.

The candlelight flickered in the blue alchemical furnace.

The pure, fiery smoke of the furnace blends with the pungent medicinal herbs. The fire in the furnace intensifies the potency of the herbs.

[Crossing the fire is governed by metal.]

A single spark is not enough to ignite a prairie fire.

[The Eighth Secret of the Great Dao Elixir Technique—The Crimson Blazing Flame Elixir.]

[Assess its heart fire, observe its spleen and lungs. Possessing the energy to dispel cold and ward off evil, and the power to resist all poisons.]

Looking at the small print that only I know.

Gu Heting knew that the elixir was complete.

The fire at the top of the furnace is blazing.

As soon as the lid was lifted, a long, crimson dragon appeared, swirling through the clouds. He pushed open the boiler, blasting a hole in this place of teaching and learning. A ray of sunlight shone through the sky, ablaze with brilliant light.

The long red dragon vanished in a flash.

A scarlet pill floated in the air. In an instant, the Fire Pill was complete. This was the second pill Gu Heting had refined. The completion rate could be considered half a high-quality pill.

"Everyone, the elixir has been successfully refined."

Everyone was startled and stood up. The disciples stepped forward, some trying to reach out, but were forced back by the raging flames.

This elixir has been successfully completed.

The patterns on the elixir were already incredibly lifelike. Its radiance was like the clear moonlight, drawing gasps of admiration from everyone present. Even Bai Xiang, a seasoned cultivator, nodded in agreement.

"Well then, everyone, I'll take my leave now."

After the little waterbird finished speaking, it turned and left. Seeing this, Xiang Wanqing also chased after it. By this time, Gu Heting was already exhausted.

His spiritual power was only enough to support the cultivation of one pill.

Ultimately, he was merely a Qi Refining cultivator. Having only been in the cultivation world for a year, his spiritual power was barely enough. To have achieved this much had already left him mentally and physically exhausted.

Gu Heting went to the balcony.

He gazed at the distant mountains, at the sect built on the mountainside. Watching the sunrise and sunset was a common occurrence. The red sun illuminated half the sky.

Gu Heting, however, was gazing in the direction of Dongting Blessed Land.

The setting sun in the distance resembles a round plate dipping into boiling water.

Gu Heting remained silent, simply staring blankly.

"Fellow Daoist, did I make you quite angry by asking you to perform the rites of a master?" The voice was calm; the person who came was Xiang Zheng.

Gu Heting looked back at the sunset, and after a short while, he shook his head.

"Preaching and teaching are not boring, but I really have something to attend to. I need to go to the blessed land of Dongting, and this matter can't be delayed any longer."

Gu Heting looked at the wispy purple smoke drifting in front of him.

The pervasive miasma seemed to tell Gu Heting that this moment was a dangerous taboo.

Gu Heting was in a state of turmoil, worried about the safety of the swallowing fish.

The more flustered he became, the more a sense of panic crept into his heart. The shock Qin Wuxie had brought him was too great, too great to even imagine.

Victory or defeat can change in an instant, and he can hardly believe it now.

Xiang Zheng seemed to have guessed what Gu Heting was thinking. He also looked into the distance like Gu Heting and sighed helplessly, "I can't refuse what Brother Gu is thinking."

"I don't know where Brother Gu learned that. Among those medicinal herbs, there is a laurel and parasol tree fruit."

"Two pages of the Miasma-Avoiding Pill are missing. I don't know why Brother Gu is so certain, but the laurel and parasol tree fruit..."

"But I will ask someone to do what Brother Gu requests."

Upon hearing this, Gu Heting's heart tightened, and a hint of joy appeared on his face. Then, Gu Heting looked around and nodded.

"I have a friend who, if he were still alive and well, I would stay here."

"Whether I become an alchemy elder or the sect's auspicious beast, it doesn't matter."

"At least having a place to belong is good."

For some reason, Gu Heting found this little sect quite nice after spending the last two days together. Although he disliked Xiang Wanqing, he treated him like a cat, petting him gently.

But this kind of life is also the cultivation world that Gu Heting imagines.

The sect leader of Xiaoshan Sect glanced at Gu Heting while looking at Zheng Ningshen. Although he was preoccupied, he was certain that Gu Heting was not a bad person at heart.

In this treacherous world of cultivation, there is even a touch of innocence.

However, this naiveté still needs more experience.

Xiang Zheng reached into his sleeve and pulled out a silver square plaque. He handed the plaque to Gu Heting. Gu Heting was quite puzzled and poked the plaque with his wing.

"Tangjiabao is known for its hereditary rule. Brother Gu seems a bit confused; he probably doesn't know what hereditary rule means."

He really didn't quite understand what Bai Xiang was saying.

What exactly is meant by "rule by family"?

These terms suddenly appeared in the world of cultivation, leaving him somewhat bewildered.

"The so-called 'family-based rule' refers to cultivation families. Marriages are all based on the concept of 'immortal families.' These cultivators do not refer to their wives as 'Daoist partners.'"

They are called ordinary people.

"They don't call each other Daoist partners, but instead call each other wives. If I explain it clearly, then they are a cultivation family."

So that's how it is.

The Tang Family Fortress can be considered a cultivation family. No wonder they established a powerful force but named themselves after cultivation.

He will not marry an ordinary woman.

Then, if one's descendants possess the spiritual roots of a cultivator, they will have the potential to embark on the path of immortality.

"Cultivation families prioritize their own interests. Their disciples are also immortals," Xiang Zheng replied softly.

In just a few words, the cultivation families were summarized in detail and objectively.

"To enter Tang Family Fortress, you need this wooden plaque. It is made from the roots of the sacred green lime wood. You, my daughter, and my two disciples will go there."

"If the Tang family has any requests, just agree to them. This debt will be settled on me, Xiang Zheng."

Gu Heting was grateful.

He stretched out his two wings and bowed in worship. Although he didn't look human, he was quite comical.

"Thank you, Senior Zheng."

Xiang Zheng smiled, his eyes crinkling with laughter. He stood up and returned to his residence.

The two chatted idly as evening approached.

The sun had already begun to set, with only a small corner of it remaining, still tinged with sunlight in the twilight.

The next morning, while it was still barely light, the sky was still overcast.

Xiang Wanqing then embraced Gu Heting. This time, their separation involved three people and one animal: Xiang Wanqing, Jiang Qiushui, and Song Baitao. Gu Heting was also among them.

"Father, don't worry. We'll be back soon."

"Come back soon, there are many sect affairs to attend to." This wasn't said to Xiang Wanqing. Anyway, Xiang Wanqing was always joking around, and there was no need for her to manage the sect's affairs.

These words were meant as an instruction to the two disciples.

Song Baitao is considered a leading figure among the younger generation. Jiang Qiushui, on the other hand, has been at Xiaoshan Sect for many years.

Jiang Qiushui always thinks things through. I feel reassured entrusting this team to her.

Tangjiabao had no conflict with Xiang Zheng.

I felt at ease going there this time.

Jiang Qiushui waved his hand. A small, leaf-shaped boat, swaying in the wind, was slowly presented. The boat seemed to take flight. It contained two rooms. The front room was a tea room for receiving guests, and the back room was a place for rest and sleeping.

The three people took the stage.

Gu Heting was very curious at this moment. He leaned out into Wanqing's arms and looked around.

The wooden boat slowly rose, and began to rock back and forth.

Xiang Wanqing stood on the deck of the wooden boat and shouted loudly down, "Father, don't worry, I'll be back soon."

"Listen to what your senior sister says. Don't cause them any trouble."

The wooden boat took off and stepped into the sea of ​​clouds.