Holy Maiden, wait a minute. Why are you asking me to cultivate again?

"Hey, Junior Brother Song, what exactly did you eat? Or what did you use? Or what kind of cultivation technique did you practice?"

"How come I, at the peak of Qi Refining, had my spiritual light shattered with a single palm strike, while you, at the ninth level of Qi Refining, were able to fight back and forth?"

Although Zhou Zhaoxi didn't see what happened at the time, after waking up, Cui Yu scolded the six of them as useless, simply because Song Zhao had lost a lot of Blood Demon Cult members, and they would collapse as soon as they saw him.

Song Zhao didn't answer the question, but asked with a smile, "Senior Brother Zhou is recovering quite well."

"Ugh, don't even mention it..." Zhou Zhaoxi said with a worried look, "No, don't change the subject."

"If you have any secret cultivation techniques, don't keep them to yourself. We were all taught by the same teacher, so tell me, and I won't treat you unfairly!"

Song Zhao said, "I can fly with a sword. It's normal that you can't."

Zhou Zhaoxi pondered for a moment: "That's true. You're a sword cultivator, much stronger than me."

"Oh dear, look at my head, I almost forgot about the important thing again."

He took an invitation card from his pocket: "Here, this is for you."

"They came looking for you last night, but you weren't in the yard, so they came to me instead."

Song Zhao accepted the invitation, which had three large, gold-embossed characters: Tianying Gathering.

"What is this?"

Zhou Zhaoxi pointed to the invitation and said, "Tianying Society, don't you know this organization?"

Song Zhao shook his head. When he was a servant, he never paid attention to the big or small things that happened in the sect.

"The Tianying Society is an organization formed by the true disciples of each peak, and its members are all powerful figures, including many Foundation Establishment cultivators," Zhou Zhaoxi explained.

Song Zhao opened the invitation, which clearly stated that he was invited to a gathering at the Zongnei Tinghaiting in seven days to celebrate Song Zhao's courageous and fearless spirit.

"Is the Holy Maiden also in the Tianying Society?" he asked quietly.

Zhou Zhaoxi nodded: "Of course."

"As the head of the true lineage, the Holy Maiden is also the current vice president of the Tianying Society, and I am also a member of the Tianying Society."

"it is good."

After receiving the invitation, Song Zhao left the Grand Elder's palace, and no one knew what he meant by it.

"Junior Brother Song, are you going or not?"

Zhou Zhaoxi shouted at Song Zhao's departing figure.

Song Zhao waved his hand: "Go!"

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The sect's medicine room.

Although it is called a house, it is actually a vast workshop built in the mountains, surrounded by towering walls, where flames occasionally burst forth and the aroma of medicinal herbs wafts out.

This is because more than sixty alchemists from the Tianwu Sect reside here year-round. In the entire Xuanzhou, apart from a few major alchemy sects, the Tianwu Sect has a large number of alchemists.

Song Zhaoyuan dismounted from his flying sword, walked a short distance, and entered the pill room.

The place was bustling with people: the stewards quoting prices for the pills, the servants transporting medicinal herbs and dregs, and the disciples hurrying to buy pills...

A moment later, a servant came forward: "Master, are you here to buy or sell pills?"

Song Zhao nodded slightly: "We've come to buy pills. Do you still have any Azure Spirit Pills in the pill room?"

"Yes, there are many more. How many does the Immortal Master need?"

The servant led Song Zhao deep into the alchemy room: "Please follow me."

After walking around in a winding path for a while, the two arrived in front of a wall covered with medicinal pills.

A steward on duty had just handed over a bottle of pills and was about to take a sip of tea.

"Steward, we're here to buy Qingling Pills."

The steward set down the tea, smiled at Song Zhao, and asked, "What grade do you want? How much?"

Song Zhao pondered for a moment.

That actually got him asked.

He knew nothing about the quality of the elixir.

Most importantly, he didn't know whether the sacrifice of the Heavenly Demon Pearls was valued based on quantity or quality.

"Senior, is the quantity or the quality of sacrifice more important?" Song Zhao asked the witch directly through his divine sense.

The witch, feeling a bit sleepy after watching their battle, said, "Both are important, it's up to you."

Seeing that Song Zhao remained silent for a long time, the servant who had been greeting him slowly lost his fawning expression.

The steward behind the counter frowned and said, "Disciple, let me make this clear: even the lowest quality Azure Spirit Pill costs ninety spirit stones. Do you have enough spirit stones?"

Song Zhao raised an eyebrow slightly, smiled, and tossed out a storage bag: "Of course I brought enough spirit stones."

"There are some spirit stones in this storage bag. Steward, please replace them with Qingling Pills, which are of slightly better quality."

The butler suspiciously opened the storage bag, and after looking inside, his face turned pale instantly.

"So many?"

He was afraid he hadn't counted correctly, so he counted it three times before he was sure.

There were actually more than four thousand spirit stones in this storage bag!

Most of these four thousand spirit stones came from the Demon Slaying Division of Zhou Huanshan, while a small portion came from the storage bags of the Blood Demon Cult members.

Song Zhao didn't feel bad about spending the money, since it wasn't his own, and besides, he still had two storage rings to unlock.

"May I ask your honorable name?"

The steward immediately became alarmed, fearing that his displeased expression had angered Song Zhao.

A disciple who can casually give away four thousand spirit stones must hold a significant position within the sect.

Song Zhao waved his hand and said, "Let's not talk about it. Just give me the Azure Spirit Pill quickly, Steward."

The servants standing nearby were filled with doubt and apprehension upon seeing this.

Just how many spirit stones were in that storage bag? This question startled the steward, who was used to dealing in pills.

Only after he saw the steward take out thirty high-quality Azure Spirit Pills did he roughly know how many spirit stones were inside.

Good heavens, is this disciple, who looks to be fifty years old, really that rich?

The servant glanced at Song Zhao, and a sense of awe arose spontaneously within him.

"Immortal Master, I'll take you away."

After calculating the cost of the pills and spirit stones, the servant obsequiously led Song Zhao outside, constantly introducing other pills in the pill room, but Song Zhao refused them all.

swoosh————

Watching Song Zhao ride away on his flying sword, the servant was filled with envy: "He even has a flying sword. It's so nice to be a rich cultivator."

Carrying thirty high-quality Qingling Pills, Song Zhao neither went to the Grand Elder's palace nor returned to his servant's quarters.

Instead, they arrived at a desolate area and found a cave.

This place is far from Tianwu Peak; it is an unnamed mountain within the sect, rarely visited by people, and at most a place for disciples to meet secretly at night.

It was daytime, and Song Zhaofa had looked inside and out, but there was no one on or around the mountain.

Inside the cave, the Heavenly Demon Pearl emitted a deadly, eerie light, countless demons chanted from the cave ceiling, and an endless sea of ​​blood washed over the ground...

Thirty high-quality Azure Spirit Pills were instantly sacrificed and disappeared.

Then a buzzing sound was heard, and a magical light suddenly appeared!

A bottle of reddish-jade-colored pills appeared in mid-air, with puffs of white steam emanating from its mouth.

"Hehehe, this is fresh out of the oven." The witch's voice rang in Song Zhao's mind.

"What kind of elixir is inside? I can't wait!"

Song Zhao took the Crimson Jade Bottle, lightly touched the bottle with his fingertips, and quietly probed into it with a wisp of divine sense.

Ten golden pills lay quietly in the bottle, their golden light swirling around them as if a spiritual energy was flowing within them. Each pill was round and plump, radiating an alluring luster, and was truly beautiful!

He took out one of them and asked the witch, "Senior, do you recognize this type of elixir?"