Warning! A hidden dragon has emerged!

Watching the departing figures of the group, Elder Yinlong looked up with envy and murmured to himself.

"Flying through the air... I wonder if I will ever have the chance to reach that level in my lifetime."

"As long as the War Department and the Martial Alliance stop making things difficult for Fengyulou, I guarantee you will break through to the Martial Emperor level within a month and open the door to immortality."

Qin Quan said casually.

The elder's eyes suddenly lit up, and his breathing became rapid.

"really?"

Qin Quan didn't say much. He raised his hand, took out a shimmering mid-grade purple spirit stone from his treasure bag, and casually tossed it over.

"Circulate the cultivation technique, draw all the spiritual energy into your dantian, and transform the martial arts true energy into immortal cultivation spiritual energy. The Foundation Establishment stage will be achieved naturally."

The Grand Elder gripped the purple spirit stone tightly in his hand, his hands trembling with overwhelming excitement.

He was already halfway to the grave, and had thought that he had reached the peak of the Martial King realm and there was no possibility of further breakthrough.

Who could have imagined that I would have such an opportunity to embark on the path of cultivation?

Little did they know, this spirit stone was not given away for free, but was the result of a genuine exchange of favors.

Having obtained this spirit stone, he had three things to accomplish.

Fully cooperate with Xia Ruoxi's work; tacitly allow Fengyulou to operate freely in the Dragon Kingdom; unconditionally protect Lin Wanrou's research projects and forbid anyone from obstructing them.

If there is even the slightest flaw, Qin Quan could take back this opportunity at any time.

"No need for thanks, just do your job well."

Qin Quan spoke in a flat tone.

He was completely unaware that Xia Ruoxi and Ling Yun beside him had already locked their eyes on him, their eyes filled with drooling, clearly regarding him as a walking fat sheep.

Xia Ruoxi spoke first, jokingly saying:

"Junior brother, judging by your wealth, you must have quite a few mid-grade purple spirit stones hidden away, right?"

Ling Yun immediately echoed, a sly smile on his face.

"That's right, Brother Quan. We are already engaged, so your spirit stones are my spirit stones. They are considered joint property of the couple."

Qin Quan's face darkened, and he instantly understood what the two were thinking.

He chuckled and promptly shifted the blame.

"I only have this one. The rest are with the proprietress. If you want them, just go to her."

Of the 2,600 mid-grade purple spirit stones, he only received 600; the rest were kept by Lin Wanrou.

Don't even think about getting a freebie from him!

The two women exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of joy in each other's eyes.

"So, Junior Sister Wanrou's project has been a success?"

Xia Ruoxi quickly pressed for more information.

Ling Yun was even more excited, secretly making plans.

"The Purple Sun Fruit was provided by my Kunlun Immortal Sect. Based on the merit, I deserve one-third!"

"Let's go! Let's find Junior Sister Wanrou and get some resources!"

Without a word, the two women abandoned the mess, leaped onto their swords, and headed straight for Jincheng.

Qin Quan watched the two women's hurried departure and couldn't help but smile.

It turns out that the materials Lin Wanrou used for her second research and development of spirit stones were provided by Kunlun Immortal Sect and Yuquan Temple.

The Purple Sun Fruit, in particular, is an exclusive item of the Kunlun Immortal Sect.

With these two witches going, there's no way to keep anything a secret.

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, the First Elder rubbed his hands together and spoke with an embarrassed expression.

"Ninth Elder, what should we do with this mess that's troubling the Hidden Immortal Sect?"

Qin Quan didn't even turn his head, and said decisively:

"You are the Grand Elder of the Hidden Dragon Sect, why are you asking me about such trivial matters? You can handle it yourself."

The biggest crisis has been resolved. Not only were the trillions of dollars not lost, but an additional two trillion dollars were recovered. Such a glorious achievement is something even novels wouldn't dare to describe.

Right now, all that's needed is to wipe out the remnants of the Hidden Immortal Sect and settle accounts with the remaining forces in the mortal world.

He couldn't be bothered with such trivial matters.

"Old Zhang, come with me to Longhu Mountain."

Qin Quan took Zhang Qingshun into the air and headed straight for Longhu Mountain, the ancestral home of Taoism.

Zhang Qingshun was originally a direct disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain. He had been practicing under the guidance of the previous Celestial Master since childhood, and his Taoist skills were orthodox and pure.

Unfortunately, after the old Celestial Master passed away, his senior brother Zhang Linghe, in order to seize the position of Celestial Master, launched the Gui Mao Incident and secretly set up a deadly trap to scheme against his fellow disciples.

In that battle, Zhang Qingshun's lineage suffered heavy casualties, almost resulting in a complete collapse.

In order to preserve his remaining disciples and quell the internal strife within the sect, Zhang Qingshun had no choice but to voluntarily relinquish his right to inherit the Celestial Master title and travel alone to Jincheng to establish the Baiyun Temple, intending to live out his remaining years in peace.

Unexpectedly, in his twilight years, he would meet Qin Quan again, who not only helped him break through to the Martial King realm but also helped him regain his confidence.

The deep-seated hatred and grievances against his fellow disciples, accumulated over decades, surged into his heart once again.

This time, he vowed to return to Longhu Mountain and seek justice for what happened back then.

Above the void, Zhang Qingshun gazed at the distant, undulating mountain range with a solemn expression.

"Mr. Qin, this return to Longhu Mountain will likely mean the inevitable deadly battle."

"It's alright."

Qin Quan was prepared. Killing a few people was nothing; it was just a matter of one sword strike.

"Now that I've come with you, I will definitely stand up for you and get justice."

If reasoning fails, then force will break the deadlock.

In the blink of an eye, the two had arrived at the foot of Longhu Mountain.

Tianmen Mountain is majestic and steep, rising abruptly from the ground and piercing the clouds. Ancient trees grow tall and lush among the mountains.

The spiritual energy emanating from it is rich and profound, far surpassing any place in the mortal world.

Qin Quan took a deep breath of spiritual energy, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"As expected of the ancestral home of Taoism, the concentration of spiritual energy here is five or six times that of the outside world."

Zhang Qingshun, standing to the side, frowned slightly, his face showing surprise and doubt.

"Something's not right, something's really not right."

"What do you mean?"

Qin Quan glanced sideways and asked.

"The patriarch's notes clearly state that although there was a primordial dragon vein hidden under Tianmen Mountain in Longhu Mountain, it was completely severed by Liu Bowen six hundred years ago."

Zhang Qingshun stared intently at the clouds and mist in the mountains, his expression full of bewilderment.

"For six hundred years, the spiritual energy here has been depleted, and it is no longer the prosperous place it once was. How come it is now full of spiritual energy? Could it be that the dragon vein has recovered and the spiritual energy has been revived?"

If it's like this at the foot of the mountain, then the Celestial Master's Mansion at the top of the mountain is simply unimaginable.

"No need to overthink it, just go up the mountain and find out."

Without further delay, Qin Quan grabbed Zhang Qingshun's wrist, leaped into the air, and rode the strong wind straight to the Celestial Master's Mansion on the mountaintop.

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The Ancestral Hall of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

As the afternoon classes drew to a close, the disciples sat upright, chanting scriptures amidst the rising incense smoke, creating a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

On the central prayer mat, Zhang Linghe sat in meditation with his eyes closed, surrounded by Taoist aura.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide, his gray eyebrows twitching slightly, and alarm bells rang in his heart.

He raised his hand and waved it, causing the snow-white whisk to vibrate in the air, its sound like a booming bell, resounding throughout the entire hall.

"Who are you, fellow Daoist, who has graced the Celestial Master's Mansion with your presence? Now that you have arrived, why conceal your identity? Please reveal yourself at once!"

call out!

With a sharp whooshing sound, two figures landed steadily and stood in the center of the hall.

"Zhang Linghe, how have you been?"

A clear, familiar voice rang out, and Zhang Linghe shuddered. He looked up, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he almost dropped his whisk.

"Zhang Qingshun?"

"Thanks to my senior brother, I've managed to survive until now."

A cold, mocking smile curled at the corner of Zhang Qingshun's lips, his eyes filled with hatred.

"Decades have passed, and you've probably been thinking of getting rid of me day and night, haven't you?"