I forge immortality with a pagoda.

Shen Yu turned his head and saw Wei Qingjun walking quickly toward him.

"Junior Brother Wei?" Shen Yu bowed respectfully. "Why not?"

Wei Qingjun walked closer and breathed a sigh of relief. "Senior brother, you may not know this, but once a cultivator uses their true qi to remove the talisman from the Dao Gong Pavilion, it will transform into a mark and merge into their palm, establishing a connection with the Golden List."

"If Senior Brother forces him to come out, it will be equivalent to giving up this task. Not only will he immediately deduct the corresponding amount of Dao merit as punishment, but he will also be unable to accept any more talismans for a short period of time."

"I didn't know there were such rules. Thank you for reminding me, junior brother."

Shen Yu felt a sense of relief; if Wei Qingjun had arrived even a moment later, he would have paid the price.

"Junior Brother Wei, are you also here to receive the talisman?" Shen Yu asked in turn.

Wei Qingjun smiled slightly and said, "That's right. I haven't had any required lessons lately, and my master hasn't arranged any other matters for me, so I thought I'd take on some tasks that I can manage, in order to exchange for some resources needed for cultivation."

As he spoke, his gaze inadvertently swept over Shen Yu's palm, then suddenly sharpened. "Senior Brother Shen, the talisman you received... is it a Heaven-level talisman?!"

Seeing his expression, Shen Yu was also surprised. "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this Heavenly-grade talisman?"

Wei Qingjun quickly waved his hand, "With Senior Brother's strength, accepting a Heaven-level talisman is certainly not a problem. It's just that Heaven-level talismans are extremely difficult to obtain, and usually only senior brothers and sisters in the late stage of Qi Refining would attempt to do so."

"Senior Brother, you've only reached the mid-stage of Qi Refining, yet you've already chosen a Heavenly-grade talisman. This was completely unexpected, and I lost my composure for a moment. I hope Senior Brother won't take offense."

Shen Yu nodded. "Junior Brother Wei, rest assured. Since I dared to accept this imperial edict, it is because I have considered it carefully and am confident in my ability to do so."

Seeing Shen Yu's composure, Wei Qingjun's opinion of him improved even further.

The fact that he dared to accept the Heavenly-level talisman suggests that this Senior Brother Shen still has hidden trump cards to play, and he probably didn't go all out when he defeated Jin Anping that day.

"Senior Brother Shen is indeed extraordinary; I admire him greatly," Wei Qingjun said sincerely. "In that case, I won't bother you any longer. Farewell!"

"Please go ahead, junior brother."

Shen Yu returned the greeting with a cupped hand and turned to leave the Daogong Pavilion.

Just then, a strong and resonant voice came from the doorway.

"So you're the newcomer, Shen Yu?"

Shen Yu looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young Taoist priest dressed in a magnificent purple robe and wearing a skull crown, striding into the pavilion with the gait of a dragon and the stride of a tiger.

This robe is no ordinary formal attire; it undoubtedly belongs to a true disciple of the Lu Jing Sect.

The moment this person appeared, the previously noisy Daogong Pavilion became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All the cultivators lowered their voices and stared intently at this person.

Shen Yu remained expressionless, cupped his hands, and said, "It is indeed I, Shen. And this senior brother is?"

"So that you may know, I, Daoist, am Huang Daocheng, a true disciple of the Lu Jing Sect!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Yu said calmly, "So it's Senior Brother Huang. I've heard so much about you. I only recently learned of Senior Brother Huang's reputation from Senior Brother Jin, and now that I've met you, I can see that you truly live up to it."

A hint of surprise flashed in Huang Daocheng's eyes. He hadn't expected Shen Yu to dare to bring up this matter on his own initiative, and his anger flared up immediately.

"snort!"

"My junior brother Jin Anping, knowing that you had broken the rules to enter the sect, went to visit you and make your acquaintance. But you suddenly attacked him and seriously injured him."

"Now, they're even bringing it up in front of me, completely ignoring me! Do they really think I, Huang Daocheng, am made of paper?!"

Before he finished speaking, an incomparably powerful burst of true qi suddenly erupted.

The immense pressure of the ninth level of Qi Refining swept across the entire Dao Gong Pavilion without reservation.

A strong wind blew in, causing Shen Yu's black hair to flutter backward and her clothes to rustle.

However, facing the powerful spiritual pressure of the ninth level of Qi Refining, Shen Yu remained unmoved, his figure not swaying in the slightest.

Wei Qingjun stood at the back, not daring to take another step forward, but his lips moved slightly as he hurriedly transmitted his voice, "Senior Brother Shen, don't be impulsive! This person cultivates the eighth-order superior-grade True Qi of our sect, the Profound Abyss Fiend True Qi!"

Shen Yu raised an eyebrow. "Eighth-rank superior grade, huh? You do have some strength."

He no longer restrained himself, and his true qi was instantly released.

This true qi appears to be seventh-order true qi, but the Daoist essence it contains is extraordinary.

It possesses a powerful aura that can create the universe and control the six elements, rivaling Huang Daocheng's Xuanyuan Shazhen.

Huang Daocheng's expression changed slightly, sensing something mysterious about Shen Yu's True Qi, far exceeding that of ordinary seventh-level True Qi.

It even gave him a subtle sense of oppression.

But he couldn't quite figure out why he felt this way.

"Floating True Qi? No!" he muttered under his breath, his eyes flashing with even more fierceness.

He immediately channeled more true qi, like a raging torrent, in an attempt to suppress Shen Yu's true qi.

On Shen Yu's side, although his true qi was slightly lower on the surface, he managed to withstand the pressure with the help of the Primordial Profound Truth and even gained a slight advantage, showing signs of a counterattack.

Everyone inside the Daogong Pavilion held their breath, their eyes fixed on the two combatants in the arena.

They all wanted to see if Shen Yu, who had risen to fame, could actually gain an advantage against a true disciple.

Just as the clash of their true qi intensified and was about to spiral out of control, a gentle force suddenly intervened.

A middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in a gray robe had quietly appeared in the pavilion.

He didn't make any big moves; he simply flicked his hands gently, and the two powerful streams of true qi retreated obediently.

At the same time, a gentle force pushed the two of them several steps apart, creating distance between them.

Upon recognizing the person, Huang Daocheng immediately lost most of his arrogance and bowed respectfully: "Disciple Huang Daocheng greets Uncle-Master Song."

Shen Yu also sensed the profound cultivation of the newcomer and bowed in return: "Junior Shen Yu greets Martial Uncle."

This Taoist priest was none other than Song Yuanmeng, the head of the Daogong Pavilion and a Foundation Establishment Stage 3 cultivator.

Song Yuanmeng smiled warmly, her gaze sweeping over the two of them before finally settling on Shen Yu.

He glanced deeply at Shen Yu, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

He had clearly seen this young man's actions of confronting a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator head-on with his mid-stage Qi Refining cultivation.

Suppressing his shock, Song Yuanmeng said, "My two young friends, Daogong Pavilion is a place of tranquility, where private duels are strictly prohibited. You two are disregarding the sect rules; do you not even respect me, Song Yuanmeng?"

Huang Daocheng chuckled dryly and quickly said, "Uncle Song, you flatter me. I was just curious to test Junior Brother Shen's profound Taoist skills and superb cultivation. I had no intention of fighting him."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Shen Yu, a forced smile on his face, and said, "Junior Brother Shen, am I right?"

Shen Yu glanced at him and said solemnly, "What Senior Brother Huang said is true. We had no intention of making a move in the pavilion. We apologize for disturbing our Uncle."

"In that case, I am relieved."

Song Yuanmeng spoke earnestly.

"Sparring among disciples of a sect is a common occurrence, but it is important to remember that it must be done in an appropriate place. Please make yourselves at home."

After saying that, Song Yuanmeng's figure flickered slightly and he quietly left, seemingly unwilling to get involved any further.

After he left, Huang Daocheng's face darkened again. "Kid, you're lucky today. We'll settle the score with Jin Anping later!"

After uttering those harsh words, Huang Daocheng turned and left, departing from Daogong Pavilion.

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