The Hehuan Sect cultivates alchemy; my senior sister helps me refine alchemy throughout the world.

The flying boat passed through the mist, and Elder Zhu's vision suddenly opened up.

The main peak of Cangwu Mountain stands directly in front of you, surrounded by six other peaks that spread out in a fan shape. There are buildings on each peak, some of which are still under construction, and the clanging and hammering sounds can be heard from afar.

Elder Zhu squinted and scanned the area, then curled his lips downwards.

mob.

The Qingyun Sect, the Hehuan Sect, and the Blood Soul Sect, together numbering less than a thousand, dare to call themselves the Tianyan Sect.

Back in its heyday, the Tianyan Sect had over three thousand members, including more than twenty elders at the Mahayana realm.

He extended his divine sense and scanned the main peak. There were several relatively strong auras in the main hall, but they were nothing more than Nascent Soul and Nascent Soul realm cultivators.

They're not even worthy to carry his shoes!

The airship landed on the main peak square.

The square is very large, capable of accommodating two to three thousand people, and the ground is paved with newly laid bluestone slabs.

A few disciples stood sparsely in the square, dressed in three different colors of clothing. Some were moving things, and some were sweeping the ground. When they saw the flying boat land, they all stopped what they were doing and looked up.

Elder Zhu disembarked from the flying boat, with Zhou Heng following behind.

He straightened his collar and raised his chin slightly, making him look more imposing.

His gaze swept across the faces of those disciples, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

These disciples' cultivation levels aren't even high enough to enter the inner sect of the Golden Crow Sect!

"Where is your sect leader?"

No one answered.

The disciples looked at each other, none of them uttering a sound.

Elder Zhu frowned and asked again, "Where is Shen Yifei, the sect leader of Tianyan Sect? Tell him to come out and see me."

A disciple dressed in Qingyun Sect robes stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and asked, "May I ask who you are, senior? What business do you have with our sect leader?"

"Elder Zhu Fugui of the Golden Crow Sect has come to deliver a message on the orders of the Sect Master." Elder Zhu emphasized the words "Golden Crow Sect." "Where is your Sect Master?"

The disciple's expression changed. The name of the Golden Crow Sect was indeed effective in the cultivation world. He dared not be negligent and turned to run away.

Elder Zhu stood still and waited, his gaze sweeping around the square.

Above the main hall doorway directly in front hangs an old plaque with blurred characters, but the outline of the three characters "Tianyan Sect" can still be made out.

Elder Zhu snorted coldly. "A small sect dares to try and intimidate people with the reputation of the Heavenly Evolution Sect? Damn it, you're not worthy!"

He stood in the square for a long time, his legs went numb, but the disciple who delivered the message still hadn't returned.

Zhou Heng leaned closer and said, "Elder, the people from the Tianyan Sect are so disrespectful. You personally came to deliver the letter, and they are treating you with such disrespect."

Elder Zhu snorted, "A small sect, never seen the world, don't bother with them."

After waiting for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, still no one came.

The disciples in the square were either moving things or sweeping, ignoring him and treating him like he was invisible.

Elder Zhu's patience was wearing thin.

He had been an elder in the Golden Crow Sect for so many years, and except in front of the sect leader, he was as docile as a quail. Wherever he went, he was treated like royalty!

Today was even worse; first we waited at the foot of the mountain, and then we were left out in the square to bask in the sun.

After another half a cup of tea's time, the disciple who delivered the message finally ran back, panting heavily.

"Senior, our sect leader said you should wait here."

"Wait?" Elder Zhu's voice rose eight octaves. "He told me to wait?"

"Yes, the sect leader said he's busy, but he'll come when he's done."

"What are you busy with?"

"How would I know? I'm not the sect leader." The disciple who delivered the message shrugged, turned around and ran to the other disciples, whispered a few words to them, and then the disciples dispersed in a commotion.

Only Elder Zhu and Zhou Heng remained in the square. Elder Zhu stood there, his face twitching several times.

Zhou Heng's expression was also not good. "Elder, shall we just barge in?"

Elder Zhu waved his hand, "No need. I want to see what tricks they can pull. Let them be arrogant today. When we get back, I'll put in a good word for them with the sect leader. In the future, we might as well wipe out the Tianyan Sect again!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Heng's lips curled into a slight smile. He thought to himself, "Exactly! What right does a small sect have to be so arrogant? Why choose such a name? Why not just call it Tianyan Sect? Isn't that just courting death?"

Elder Zhu took a chair out of his storage bag, put it on the ground, and sat down with a thud.

He wanted to see what kind of extraordinary person this Shen Yifei was, daring to be so disrespectful to the elders of the Golden Crow Sect.

Another hour passed.

The sun had moved from the east to the very center, making Elder Zhu's forehead ooze oil.

Zhou Heng stood to the side, his legs trembling, but he didn't dare to sit down.

Another half hour passed before the main hall door finally opened.

A woman in a white dress walked out from inside.

Elder Zhu glanced up and saw that the man was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, quite handsome, but his cultivation level was lacking. He didn't even stand up, remaining seated in his chair.

"So you're the Sect Master of the Tianyan Sect?" Elder Zhu's voice carried a condescending tone.

The woman in the white dress walked up to him. "I am not the sect leader, I am the Grand Elder Luo Qinghe. The sect leader sent me to ask you what it is."

Elder Zhu's brows furrowed again.

He came to deliver the message in person, and Shen Yifei not only didn't come out to greet him, but also sent a woman to send him away, and she was only at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

This is a blatant insult.

"Bring your sect leader out. I have something to say to him face to face," Elder Zhu said, his voice turning cold.

Luo Qinghe remained neither humble nor arrogant, saying, "The sect leader is refining pills and is busy. Just tell me what you need."

"Tell you?" Elder Zhu looked her up and down. "You, a mere peak Nascent Soul cultivator, are not worthy of me!"

Luo Qinghe's expression remained unchanged. "Then you can continue to wait."

After saying that, she turned and left, flicking her white dress as she entered the main hall, slamming the door shut behind her.

Elder Zhu sat in the chair, his face turning pale and then purple.

Elder Zhu endured it for a long time, but finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He stood up, strode to the main hall door, and slammed his hand on the door.

With a bang, the door shook three times, but it didn't open.

"Shen Yifei! Come out here!" Elder Zhu's voice echoed across the square.

There was no response from the main hall.

Elder Zhu clapped his hand again, this time using half his strength. The door made a muffled thud, but still didn't open.

His expression changed.

There was a restriction on the door. He struck it with 50% of his power at the early stage of Mahayana, but the door didn't budge. The strength of this restriction was at least that of someone at the Tribulation Transcending stage.

He knew that there were experts at the Tribulation Transcending stage on Mount Cangwu, and Gu Yunyan, the head of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, was one of them.

But Elder Zhu didn't believe in evil. He was a member of the Golden Crow Sect, which was all-powerful in the cultivation world. Who would dare to touch him?

"Shen Yifei, the Golden Crow Sect elders have come in person to deliver a message, yet you are avoiding them. What does this mean?" Elder Zhu shouted, his voice penetrating the door and audible throughout the entire main peak.

There was finally a response from the main hall.

The door opened, and a male disciple opened it.

Elder Zhu thought to himself, "I need to teach them a lesson. With my shout from the Mahayana realm, I'm sure I can scare them so badly they'll wet themselves!"

He stepped into the main hall and found a young man sitting above him, surrounded by three women, one of whom was the elder Luo Qinghe from earlier.

A feast was laid out before them, and the group was drinking and making merry!