Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 270 Regret, I regret it so much!

The newcomer had a slender face like an ancient pine tree, with a purple-gold vertical mark between his brows that seemed to be half-opened, as if it contained half of a heavenly tribulation.

The most terrifying thing was those eyes, deep as a clear pool, where even the air seemed to solidify under their gaze.

Xu Yunfan's dragon scale armor trembled silently, actually being provoked by this gaze to automatically manifest a defensive posture. What made him even more terrified was that, despite having cultivated the Lin character technique for so long, he had not been able to detect the slightest aura of the other party before!
Only after entering the "Lin" state and perfectly controlling the three zhang around one's body can one perceive it.

This old Taoist priest has probably reached the realm of celestial beings!

"Senior Brother?!" Bi Sheng hurriedly bowed, his Taoist robe fluttering even without wind.

Xu Yunfan pressed his thumb firmly against the opening of the Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace, but cold sweat had already soaked through his inner shirt.

The old Taoist priest exuded no aura of power, seemingly blending into the world, making his form even more terrifying.

"Don't be nervous, little friend."

Bi Yuan chuckled, "This old Daoist Bi Yuan merely wishes to inquire about the secret realm..."

Bi Sheng, who was standing to the side, suddenly coughed and stepped forward, blocking Bi Yuan's gaze from looking at Xu Yunfan. Bi Yuan was a little surprised, but a smile suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He glanced at Lin Qingxuan, who quickly stood up with her head down.

"You're just like your master, so lazy you can't even wake him up with the morning bell. The Xuan Tian Mirror is still here, and you're busy drinking tea. Have you even done your afternoon lessons?"

Lin Qingxuan shrank back, her fingertips twisting the wrinkled cloud pattern on her Taoist robe, and gave a dry laugh: "Sect Leader Uncle... Good afternoon."

The sound was so faint that it didn't even disturb the bronze crane incense burner beside the Five Elements Altar.

Bi Yuan's wide sleeves hung down, the cuffs embroidered with stars that flickered with his breath.

Xu Yunfan could see clearly that Bi Yuan's equipment was extremely luxurious. Even his Taoist robe was made of unknown metal threads, which looked fluttering but actually provided defense that was no weaker than armor. It might even be comparable to the dragon scale armor he was wearing. The craftsmanship was truly ingenious.

The Taoist tradition has a long history, though it has been intermittent, it has ultimately served as a bridge between the past and the future, with a history of nearly ten thousand years and an astonishingly profound foundation.

Bi Yuan's gaze swept over the center of the five-colored sacrificial soil, where a few wisps of cloud remained after the secret realm collapsed and was brought out by the secret realm's exit.

"Now that the small world is destroyed, the day when those 'things' descend should be postponed."

There was a hint of relief in his voice.

Bi Sheng's expression shifted slightly, and he sighed again, "That old hag has done a terrible thing. Now that the primordial spirits of heaven and earth are rising, unexpected changes are arising."

Bi Yuan smiled helplessly and said, "This is the will of Heaven. We should follow the will of Heaven and become human beings."

"It's fate again..."

The veins beneath Bi Sheng's Taoist hat throbbed visibly.

He almost roared out the words his master had uttered before his death: "When did we Daoist cultivators become mere echoes of the heavens?" But then he seemed to remember something and ultimately let out a sigh that smelled of copper rust.

After Bi Yuan left, Bi Sheng composed himself and walked up to Xu Yunfan. His thin fingers gripped the handle of the whisk tightly, and his knuckles cracked slightly under his Taoist robe.

Gazing at the golden blood energy flowing around the young man before him, the sharp brilliance emanating from his pores almost blinded him. How long had it been since he had seen such vigorous vitality?

He asked in a gentle tone, "Young Master Xu, do you have a master now?"

Xu Yunfan said, "I am now a disciple of the Weapon Forging Hall of Tiangong Cave."

"The Weapon Forging Hall?!"

Bi Sheng's voice suddenly rose, even his Taoist hat tilted slightly. "He's just a blacksmith, and occasionally he goes down into the mines to dig for ore or something."

"Blacksmithing...mining..."

Bi Sheng suddenly sprang up and grabbed his beard, completely unaware that his Taoist hat was askew.

"What a waste!!"

He suddenly felt a tightness in his throat, remembering the words he had spoken earlier on Mount Jiyun, at the edge of the icy plains of the eight-hundred-mile wilderness.

"This child has mixed genes and low aptitude. He'd be lucky if he could even touch the threshold of martial arts!"

Memories are like a venomous snake gnawing at my heart.

At that time, he looked down on Xu Yunfan from his high position and said that Li Haomiao was born with true blood and was a true immortal bloodline, and that Fang Mushan was exceptionally talented and had the strength to lift a cauldron. These were the good seedlings that the Dao Sect needed.

The two of them are still struggling and honing their skills in the Outer Three Harmonies Realm. Even Fang Mushan has not shown any reaction to his Pure Yang Qi Gong and his breathing of spiritual energy. But this "stubborn rock" in front of us has already been cleansed and transformed into a powerful force!
At this moment, it felt like a slap to the face, burning and painful.

Xu Yunfan coldly watched Bi Sheng's distorted face and suddenly felt it was absurd. The image of this old Taoist sitting upright in his cloud carriage looking down on all living beings back then overlapped with his current disheveled state of beating his chest and stamping his feet. It was even more satisfying than when he killed Zhou Tianyan.

Bi Sheng suddenly jumped up and slapped his thigh, feeling extremely regretful.

The old Taoist priest slammed his whisk to the ground, leaving a half-inch footprint on the bluestone slab: "What does that old bastard Zhan Yan know! He's using a towering tree as a fire poker!"

Bi Sheng could no longer hold back and asked, "Have you considered switching allegiance?"

As he said this, his old face flushed almost imperceptibly. He had previously said that Xu Yunfan's aptitude was so poor that it was a miracle he had even become a martial artist...

Xu Yunfan's expression immediately changed, and he said in a deep voice, "Daoist, please don't joke. I am now a disciple of Zhan Yan, the head of the weapon-forging hall of Tiangong Cave, and a true disciple of Tiangong Cave. How can I change my allegiance?"

In this world of martial arts, if he truly changes allegiance, not only will he be gossiped about behind his back, but if word gets out that he's wandering the martial arts world and everyone recognizes him, who won't call him a traitor who has served three masters...

Moreover, his master Zhan Yan treated him like a son, giving him everything without reservation, so naturally he had no intention of leaving.

Hearing Xu Yunfan's unwavering refusal, Bi Sheng felt regret, but his admiration grew even stronger.

With his keen eyesight, he could naturally see that Xu Yunfan possessed the unique skills of several top sects, and he exuded a murderous aura when he emerged from the secret realm.

With the information from the Dao Sect, they should know the composition of the Small World Secret Realm, as well as the entrances to the secret realms opened by sects such as the Nine Luminaries Sect and the Profound Truth Sect, which sent many disciples inside.

What Xu Yunfan did is self-evident.

To have come this far from humble beginnings in just two years speaks volumes about the incredible opportunities that have brought him to where he is today.

Although Taoism values ​​innate talent, it values ​​opportunity even more. As for what Xu Yunfan did before, he didn't care much. As long as Xu Yunfan's mind was normal, nothing was a problem.

Xu Yunfan could naturally see that Bi Sheng had seen through his foundation. Now that he had become a Marrow Cleansing Grandmaster, as long as... as long as...

Xu Yunfan felt a little heavy-hearted. Just now, in order to deal with the danger of leaving the secret realm, he had raised his martial arts to the peak. If he were a Grandmaster of Internal Organ Refinement, it would be fine, but being watched by a Supreme Grandmaster of the Ninth Realm of Qi Refinement, he was ultimately exposed.

Bi Sheng was filled with regret at that moment.

He wanted to slap himself on the spot. He never expected that he, who had always prided himself on his sharp eye, would be so foolish as to be so blind when it came to accepting disciples.

Compared to Xu Yunfan, Li Haomiao and Fang Mushan, whom he had previously taken in, were utterly foolish. Now, thinking back on them, he felt that their appearances were much uglier.

(End of this chapter)