After cultivating immortality, she devoted herself to becoming an ancestor

Chapter 111 Where's Mine? (Seeking monthly votes)
“Yes.” Cen Che’s eyes were serious. “But the later we open the teleportation, the better.”

This will give our people time to gather the tenth-tier spiritual herbs needed for the Breakthrough Pill.

"Each sect has one or two of them. As long as they are willing to use them together, it is not difficult to collect all forty-nine kinds of spiritual herbs."

The difficulty lies in successfully completing the elixir. — Guiyuemen Qing'er

At this moment, Shen Suiren received another message from Juexing: another batch of Breakthrough Pills had exploded in the Taiyi Sect's furnace.

The alchemists had a heated argument over the proportions.

The next day, as soon as Shen Suiren stepped off the teleportation array, he found that there was a depressing atmosphere in the Taiyi Sect market, and there were no more vendors hawking their wares on the street.

"The cultivators don't even make a sound when they walk!" The little fox king sat on Sui Chu's special bag, looking left and right.

There were clearly many cultivators coming and going on the street, but not a sound was heard.

“There was a sound. I heard people talking on the building across the street.”

"And there, and there again." The Little Dragon King, in Situ Shiyuan's arms, pointed to the shops and restaurants across the street one by one.

As soon as they spoke, many people on the street turned their attention to them. They wanted to take a closer look at the appearance of the high-level divine beast, but when they saw that the two Yuanhou-level cultivators from the Immortal Travel Sect were at the front, they consciously withdrew their gazes.

So many people didn't notice that Cheng Zhishun was standing behind the four of them.

However, the people on the opposite building not only did not look away, but also leaned out to look: "So it is Little Dragon King, Ziquan, and Zhukuang. May I have the honor of inviting you all to have a cup of spiritual tea?"

"Senior Shui?!" True Monarchs Ziquan and Zhukuang had already sensed that there were many Nascent Soul cultivators in the nearby shops.

Unexpectedly, this senior figure, who had not left his home for many years, appeared here. They quickly bowed and greeted him, saying, "It is the younger generation who invite you."

Shen Suiren naturally followed suit, bowing and walking behind his master. He transmitted his voice as he walked towards the other side, asking, "Master, Lu Fang's grandmaster is over a thousand years old, isn't he?"

"Yes, he once took a superior longevity pill and is now over a thousand years old."

"He's a Buddhist cultivator from the Demonic Sect." Situ Shiyuan noticed that Cheng Zhishun stopped and looked towards the restaurant on the left.

She looked away for a moment and then looked back, pointing her finger at the little dragon king's hand, "Little ancestor, call him loudly."

The Little Dragon King loved to act like an ancestor, and quickly called out loudly, "Cheng Zhishun, my aunt once ordered you to play with me, and now I, the king, want to sit high up."

"Uncle Yao Ri, do you think I can leave?"
"I'll come to pay my respects after I'm settled in." It turned out that Cheng Zhishun was communicating with a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Demon Moon Sect, and the Little Dragon King's words came to his rescue.

Master is not in the Taiyuan Realm. If he goes back to the Demonic Sect, he will almost certainly be sabotaged by some people. Second Senior Brother is alright, but Senior Brother is unreliable.

So at this moment, he was particularly willing to carry the laughing Little Dragon King across the street.

Across the street in the restaurant, Yao Ri Zhenjun frowned, holding his wine glass: "What kind of behavior is it for him to follow a Daoist cultivator?"

The female cultivator sitting opposite, Xingyue, also opened the window and looked down: "Senior brother, don't you think the female cultivator in front of Zhishun looks familiar?"

"I don't think so." Yao Ri Zhenjun glanced at her. "I advise you not to think so either. She's probably Zhu Kuang's newly accepted disciple."

True Lord Xingyue remained noncommittal, and his gaze met that of Shen Suiren, who was walking at the back.

Xingyue smiled and continued to observe Situ Shiyuan's back.

The latter walked calmly and naturally, saying, "Catch up at the beginning of the year."

"Coming." But Shen Suiren didn't leave immediately. Instead, he looked up and asked, "Senior, would you like me to help stop Cheng Zhishun?"

The jade slips that the Grandmaster made him memorize contained the names, appearances, cultivation levels, and magical artifacts of most of the Nascent Soul cultivators in the Taiyuan Realm, but not their ages.

She recognized at a glance that the female cultivator upstairs was a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Demon Moon Sect.

As for True Lord Xingyue, he certainly knew about Suichu, who had been the subject of heated discussion twice: "Can I ask you instead of him?"

“No, I must serve my teachers.” Shen Suiren’s words had barely finished when Zhu Kuang’s voice reached her ears: “Xingyue, is something wrong?”

"Get to know your little grand-disciple and your disciple." Xingyue emphasized the last two words.

Zhu Kuang didn't shy away at all: "You have good eyesight. Would you like to come over for a chat or to give a gift?"

"No need." I have plenty of spirit stones, don't I? Besides, what's the point of catching up with a junior? Xingyue was defeated.

She noticed Shen Suiren staring intently at her as the window closed before turning and entering the teahouse. She couldn't help but exhale a sigh of relief: "That look in that girl's eyes... could she become the next Zhu Kuang?"

"That little girl is destined for wealth."

Chang Kun's disciples also teamed up with her and collected many treasures.

"What Senior Shui really wants to see is probably her." Yao Ri thought for a moment and decided to sit a little longer and wait for Cheng Zhishun.

At the teahouse, just as he expected, Lu Fang's grandmaster, True Lord Shuiheng, exchanged only a few pleasantries with Zhu Kuang and then presented Shen Suiren with a set of Sun, Moon and Star Wheels.

"This is a gift for my young friend." After consuming a longevity fruit given to him by his grand-disciple, his vitality was restored.

Lu Fang sent a message saying that it was all thanks to the young girl in front of him who was willing to lead everyone to get rich.

"A set of Star Wheel magic treasures consists of seven items, which can be separated or combined, and can also be used as hidden weapons. In critical moments, they can deliver a fatal blow and turn the tide of battle."

"Has it been detoxified?" Shen Suiren took it at his master's signal.

And with just one sentence, Shui Heng was stunned for a moment. He shook his head and laughed: "No wonder Zhu Kuang likes you. You are straightforward and act on your own whims."

"It wasn't simmered. If you want to add it, it's best to use Seven-Step Soul-Scorching Incense."

"Thank you for your guidance, senior." Shen Suiren wanted to add some Soul-Severing Incense. An enemy who could make her use hidden weapons must be strong and have violated her taboos.

Zhu Kuang cupped his hands again: "Senior, please forgive her. She still has the mind of a child."

"That's good. Back then, I couldn't stand the constraints of Buddhism, so I dispersed my cultivation and entered the demonic sect to practice."

Cultivating immortality is a joyful pursuit when one's heart yearns for it and one's body follows it.

"So I need to discuss with Ziquan how to achieve divinity. You can all do as you please." Shuiheng Zhenjun waved his hand to shoo them away.

Ziquan Zhenjun guessed a thing or two: "You, won't you reconsider?"

"I've lived long enough, and I don't want Changkun to be scheming to extend my life every day." Seeing his beloved disciple's increasingly worried expression over the past eight or nine years, and having failed to persuade him, he decided to try his luck at reaching the Nascent Soul stage and fight for three thousand years of lifespan.

By the way, preserve the existing Nascent Soul combat power of the Blood Wheel Sect.

“In that case, we shall take our leave.” Zhu Kuang stood up to leave.

At this moment, the Little Dragon King stretched out his delicate white hand to Shui Heng Zhenjun: "You just said it was up to you, I also want a gift."

The latter stroked his beard and smiled, "You are my elder."

"At the beginning of the year, they said I was still a baby dragon."

"Oh my, a baby who's a hundred thousand years old."

"No, I just hatched this year." According to Sui Chu, age can be a mystery.

"That's right, here you go, this is the Spirit-Sealing Ring. Use it to cover anyone you don't like." Shui Heng Zhenjun took out a magic weapon that looked like a Qiankun Ring and handed it to the Little Dragon King, when another claw appeared in front of him.

The little fox king blinked: "What about mine?"

Water balance: ...

Well, he had brought both humans and demons upon himself, so he simply sent a portion to Cheng Zhishun as well.

The four little ones came downstairs very satisfied. Shen Suiren said, "Grandmaster, are we still staying at Xianke Tower? I would like to formally present my visiting card."

"We'll rent an inn, and when Li Yue brings his disciples over, they can stay on our own ship." Zhu Kuang specifically brought the ship with him this time.

"At the beginning of the year, what kind of visiting card?" Cheng Zhishun naturally knew that she didn't need to send a visiting card to Xiankelou.

Only when he saw Shen Suiren take it out did he realize it was for the Taiyi Sect.

"Wait for me, I've already met my senior uncle and we'll go together." There must be some excitement, and Cheng Zhishun wanted to see it. So he ran to the restaurant and left two Thunder Spirit Fruits, a lightning-struck jujube tree, and a purple-gold bamboo for Yao Ri Zhenjun.

In short, everyone is taking the blame. "Senior Uncle, Senior Shui and True Monarch Ziquan are exchanging their insights, you'd better go and join in."

As Cheng Zhishun was about to leave, Xingyue Zhenjun, who had been acting as if he were invisible, grabbed him back: "There's also mine."

He knew that once he came to pay his respects, he wouldn't be able to leave easily: "Uncle-Master, since you're not aiming for the Nascent Soul stage, please save some time for your nephew."

"I'll refine all your spiritual herbs for you. I'll only give you pills, no charge." As a pill refiner, Xingyue was very willing to use ten-thousand-year-old, tenth-grade spiritual herbs to start her furnace and accumulate experience. She wished she could refine a batch every day.

If there had been a chance to refine more ten kinds of spiritual herbs in the past, the furnace would not have exploded repeatedly while refining the Breakthrough Pill today.

"When Master returns, give this beautifying tea tree to your uncle. It can be used to make tea and brew tea. You can try planting it when you get back." On Dragon King Island, many spiritual plants ripen and fall, and the tea trees are so crowded that they can grow into a large group.

Cheng Zhishun placed the tea tree with mud on the table, and while she was picking leaves to smell and taste them, he ran away in a flash.

When he arrived at the inn, neither his mother nor Shen Suiren were there. He was facing Zhu Kuang Zhenjun alone, which put him under some pressure.

"Grandmaster Uncle, I'll take the Little Dragon King to learn to read." He praised the little fellow, saying it was a wise decision not to let the clam spirit and Si Shi accompany him.

He seemed to have forgotten that just two days ago he had complained about the two demons going into seclusion.

As a result, the Little Dragon King said, "I want to read books here with my senior sister."

Cheng Zhishun had no choice but to bite the bullet, pull out the thick picture book, and sit down to teach.

Unexpectedly, True Lord Zhu Kuang released a small spatial hut, saying, "Go inside and learn."

"Why?" Although the Little Dragon King was puzzled, he would unconsciously obey her once he met her smiling eyes.

Not long after, Cheng Zhishun, who had been observing outside, discovered that True Lord Zhukuang had discreetly left the market and disappeared into the clouds on his way to the Taiyi Sect.

At the same moment, Shen Suiren stood outside the majestic gate of the Taiyi Sect, staring at the sword mark left by the founding patriarch, remaining silent for a long time.

Among the young disciples who came and went, some recognized her and were somewhat envious when they discovered that she was not affected by the sword intent contained within the sword mark.

The reason she remained unaffected was because the green leaves in her sea of ​​consciousness had played a significant role in protecting her soul.

She saw traces of Chen Chu Dao Jun's sword technique in the sword marks. "Ya Ya, the founder of the Taiyi Sect, once received the true teachings of Chen Chu Dao Jun?"

The green buds, still not fully awakened, could only roll around and utter nothing else.

A gentle breeze blew, time flowed by, and several more cultivators gathered before the sword mark to observe; the mountain gate guards were already used to it.

The sword-marked stone wall is there for cultivators all over the world to learn from; how much they can comprehend depends on their comprehension.

Today, the guards are all making bets in private, wondering how long the Immortal Wandering Sect can withstand the increasingly powerful sword intent before they can't hold on and have to retreat.

In the clouds, Cheng Zhishun and Ao Jian yawned in unison. Reading and practicing calligraphy was tiring, but standing still to watch the New Year was even more tiring.

Before long, Situ Shiyuan, who was standing with him, moved and transmitted his thoughts: "At the beginning of the year, five hundred disciples of the Taiyi Sect returned on their swords."

Following them were other Core Formation cultivators from various sects, and several individuals with fire elemental roots who had reached the Foundation Establishment stage.

Shen Suiren stepped back and turned around to wait.

In his ears, his master was playing the distance in real time: "Eighty li, seventy li, fifty li... twenty li, ten li."

Shen Suiren straightened his clothes, walked to the main gate of Taiyi Sect, held up the worship card with both hands, and spoke with a clear and bright voice, imbued with spiritual power:

"Shen Suiren of the Xianyou Sect has come to pay his respects to the True Man Shouzhuo of the Taiyi Sect and request to borrow the Soul Lamp of my father, Shen Dingru, to search for his whereabouts."

The guard, who was about to accept the invitation, suddenly froze. A Core Formation cultivator flashed out from the hall and took the invitation: "Young friend, please come into the hall for tea."

“No need, we will wait here.” Situ Shiyuan refused on behalf of the disciple.

After a moment's thought, the Core Formation cultivator nodded, turned around, and quickly reported back.

"What do you mean?" Little Dragon King was utterly puzzled when he saw Cheng Zhishun's eyes light up for a moment.

The latter covered his mouth: "Shh, watch."

At this moment, the passing cultivators stopped, and the five hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators who flew to the front of the mountain gate even forgot to dismount their flying swords. Many people looked at Shen Baiyu in the front row.

And she wondered inexplicably: Could it be that her father has more than one daughter?
Yun Chuan grabbed her and flew towards Shen Sui Ren, but two others were faster.

Shen Shuo stood in front of Shen Suiren, his face full of disbelief: "Who are you?"

Shen Suiren spoke in a soft yet booming voice: "Shen Dingru and Zhuang He's daughter."

"Where is she?" Shen Shuo pointed to Shen Baiyu, who had landed. He had a feeling that Sui Chu was not an illegitimate child.

Shen Suiren said without hesitation, "Take away my daughter, Shen Zhao and Lu Jiuniang."

"Shen Baiyu, I have come today to acknowledge my father and return to my clan."

Substitution, misrepresentation?
No, no, it's a case of the cuckoo taking over the nest!

The cultivators inside and outside the gate had their eyes burning with the fervor of the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) and were sending out communication talismans with a whoosh.

At the beginning of the year, he was someone who could send divine beasts with his left hand and lead true dragons back to their sect with his right, and even have the Dragon King pay tuition for him.

Guiyuan Hall

"She's Shen Dingru's daughter from Spirit Beast Valley?" Sect Master Fujiang's hand, gripping the invitation, bulged with veins.

"That's what Sui Chu said. Her master, True Person Shi Yuan, was by her side, presumably to support her." True Person Jie Dan didn't dare to look up at the sect leader.

The sect leader of Fujiang used his spiritual power to smooth out the crumpled invitation card: "Send it...to Shouzhuo!"

If it is at the beginning of the year, then today the ninth-order thunder dragon, the seventh-order celestial fox, and the ninth-order divine bird that she supposedly went to help with her tribulation will all enter the Taiyi Sect.

One-tenth of the spiritual creatures on Dragon King Island should also belong to Taiyi.

However, she joined the Immortal Travel Sect!
Shen family!

The Taiyi Sect missed out on all of this!
His heart was bleeding. He swept his divine sense towards the outside of the mountain gate and saw his little disciple staring blankly at Sui Chu.

The eldest disciple, Yun Chuan, was shocked and respectfully invited him with clasped hands. Indeed, this was the proper attitude for handling matters.

But at the beginning of the year, he said, "Fellow Daoist, I must wait for the approval of the True Man Shouzhuo."

The simple-minded apprentice then asked, "At the beginning of the year, am I not my father's daughter?"

Everyone: Hey, aren't you going to scold her for talking nonsense?
Looking back at how she treated him at the beginning of the year, she was surprisingly calm.

Why don't these two follow the usual pattern? They're not arguing or cursing, which makes things much less lively.

“No. Shen Baiyu, you can go to the Shen clan chief now and ask for their release. They were confined to the Shen family three years ago.” Shen Suiren said, looking directly at her.

He then looked up at the sky and said, "I request Sect Master Fujiang to summon Clan Chief Shen and his wife Shen Zhao for a face-to-face confrontation."

“At the beginning of the year, I urgently sent a message to the ancestor, saying that we should discuss everything at the ancestral temple in Huichun Guishan. Is that alright?” Shen Tinglu was extremely anxious, as even the clan leader clearly had doubts at the beginning of the year.

Moreover, deep down, they didn't trust the Shen family to handle the matter fairly.

Shen Shuo, however, had calmed down and wanted to push the matter through the clan leader. "I think it's not inappropriate to say this here. With the founding ancestor's statue watching over us, anyone who dares to lie is committing treason."

The sect leader of Fujiang closed his eyes, then opened them again, and all the Nascent Soul cultivators in the sect had arrived at the main hall.

“Fu Jiang, several Nascent Soul cultivators are currently hiding outside the mountain gate.”

The general public doesn't distinguish between immortals and mortals when it comes to gossiping.

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