Han Clan Immortals: I have a hundredfold energy-gathering bottle

The cultivator in red robes was at the mid-stage of Qi Refining. He glanced at the cultivators on the platform, his lips moved slightly, and he spoke.

"My name is Hao Qiudu. I know most of the people here, and I suppose they might recognize me as well."

"In the past, every five years, my Hao family would join you in welcoming the envoys and paying tribute."

"However, my Hao family has never been negligent over the years, and finally our ancestor has achieved the Foundation Establishment realm, thus becoming a major clan and gaining control of a region, bringing all of you families under our rule."

After Hao Qiudu finished speaking, he looked somewhat wistful.

Regardless of their own thoughts, the cultivators below remained silent and showed utmost respect.

Hao Qiudu remained calm, not bothering to observe the reactions of the cultivators below, and continued speaking.

"My family has now become a Foundation Establishment Immortal Clan, but the standards of worship still follow the previous rules of Xiaowei Mountain and have not changed."

"We also sent someone to inform your clan that if your clan has any vacancies and you did not inform us in advance, you will have to pay double the value of spiritual items to make up for them."

"Furthermore, when my ancestor broke through to the next level, all families that offered congratulatory gifts received the same amount of offerings for the next five years. If no one made any offerings, the next offering would have to be increased by 50%..."

As soon as the words were spoken, the already tranquil Jiexiantai became even quieter.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the various families on the high platform were uncertain, mostly unpleasant, but none of them dared to show it.

Hearing this, Han Jieliu found it somewhat amusing.

"As expected, the patriarch's calculations were astute; the Hao family still keeps this matter in mind."

"There's no room for explanation, so this Golden Fruit is useless..."

Han Jieliu put away the prepared Golden Virtue Fruit from his sleeve and returned it to his storage bag.

When the incident occurred on the lake, Hao Yangzhao's ability to achieve Foundation Establishment was something most people in Linjiang County hadn't expected.

Upon hearing this news, everyone was watching and dared not take any action, let alone offer gifts.

After all, if the Hao family hadn't managed to curry favor with a powerful figure and gained support, Xiaoweishan would have had no choice but to swallow his anger and not pursue the matter further.

Otherwise, they could wipe out entire clans and families in an instant, leaving the city filled with corpses, all within a single day.

I learned some of the inside story only after receiving a letter left by the cold serpent in the demon's palace.

After Hao Qiudu finished speaking, he flicked his crimson robe, lowered his eyes, and coldly glanced at the stage.

Looking at the reactions of the cultivators on the stage, he immediately lost interest and shook his head.

"Aside from Yuan Chenghu of the Yuan family, there isn't even a single person at the mid-stage of Qi Refining. The families that used to be on par with ours are all such trash."

"Now that the Foundation Establishment Ancestor is here, my family has finally extricated itself from the mire and escaped the fate of being exploited by others. We can finally swim in this small pond by the river..."

Hao Qiudu was young and had the cultivation level of mid-stage Qi Refining, with the potential to reach the later stages, so he naturally had some arrogance and looked down on others.

As a direct descendant of the Hao family's main branch, his purpose in coming here was simply to proclaim the rules and give a warning to these families who were offering tribute to his family for the first time.

As for the types and quantities of items that can be counted, whether they are to one's liking or not, that is none of one's business.

He casually waved his hand, and immediately servants rushed forward, took the roster, and loudly read it aloud.

"The Xu family of Suiling".

"The Wu family of Zheqiu".

The families he had registered with went up in order, and several cultivators using their hands and feet picked up the offerings.

Hao Qiudu did not look again. He was moved to a seat by a servant and began to rest and recuperate.

"The Han family of Jianzhu, the Wang family of Nanhu..."

The cultivator who practiced fetal breathing quickly reported that he came from a prominent family in the Southern Ridge.

Han Jieliu stepped forward and handed over the storage bag. Han Jinwei had prepared everything inside, and there were no problems.

After paying their offerings, Han Jieliu and Wang Jinghan returned to their original positions, and he then transmitted his voice.

"Brother Han, you don't know, but when I came here with my father to pay our offerings in the past, the grandeur of the ancestral entourage was far greater than it is now."

Wang Jinghan stopped mid-sentence, his brow furrowing slightly.

"I almost forgot that Brother Han returned from the Upper Sect; what kind of scene hasn't he seen..."

Han Jieliu shook his head and smiled casually.

"Brother Wang, please speak. When I was studying the Dharma at Shangzong, I only worshipped on one peak and rarely went out. My knowledge and experience may not be as extensive as yours."

That's not wrong.

My previous understanding of the sect's practice of sending people out to collect offerings was limited to the fact that each peak had to take turns doing so every year.

The cultivators sent by the peak went to the Hall of All Affairs to undertake the mission. With an imperial decree in hand, they could act on behalf of the sect and also inspect the situation of the immortals under their jurisdiction.

At this point, Han Jieliu fell silent, recalling the scene when he had just transmigrated.

Although the Han family had once used a favor from their ancestor, Gonghe, to send the original body to the sect to learn the Dao, hoping to gather some information for the family.

However, since the original owner had no background and his talent was only average in Xiaowei Mountain, he could only become a disciple of Daoist Huayun.

Without using spirit stones to bribe anyone, one can still figure out the ins and outs of the sect; without a clean background, one can still receive dedicated guidance.

Let alone getting to know any important figures or finding out about the situation, even getting in and out of that Daowei Mountain is difficult.

If it weren't for the original owner sacrificing his damaged spiritual aperture and severed cultivation path to save Xue Yiqing of the Xue family, leaving behind a debt of gratitude.

Having transmigrated here, I fear even leaving my clan and returning to my homeland is hopeless.

"However, there's no need to elaborate on these things; they were all pre-arranged. Even what I previously thought was a coincidence—the shattering of the spiritual aperture—was likely orchestrated by that person from Dongyangtian."

"Without the slightest trace, and without any discernible origin, it was as if someone was pulling invisibly, all for the sake of plotting against the original owner and seeking this Lord Beifu."

Han Jieliu had pondered these things in secret once.

Thinking about it now, although I still feel a chill inexplicably, I'm not so conflicted anymore.

What truly shocked me was how that Purple Mansion, without using any life force to guide it, could arrange all of this from tens of millions of miles away.

If it weren't for my reincarnation, the possession of the little black bottle, and the disruption of the plan, everything would have gone almost exactly as planned.

"You should know that Xiaowei Mountain was once a Purple Mansion sect. Three True Persons once lived in the same world. Although it has declined, it must still have left behind Purple Mansion techniques."

"If even the sect's internal affairs are affected like this, is that being in Dongyang Heaven really just an ordinary Purple Mansion... or even a Purple Mansion at all?"

Thinking it over, Han Jieliu felt a sudden tightness in his throat and dared not think any further, so he could only console himself.

A True Person of the Purple Mansion can support the establishment of a grotto-heaven, while the power of a Golden Core cultivator is unimaginable, almost reaching the Dao itself.

Dongyangtian is nothing more than the ruins of a Purple Mansion sect. To this day, I have never heard of any Golden Core lineage still existing in the entire Ning Kingdom.

How could a dignified True Lord appear in such a place?

"That being said, even if that person in Dongyang Heaven isn't a True Lord, he's still capable of doing this much."

"If I do not wish to enter the Eastern Yang Heaven, can I truly have my way?"

Wang Jinghan, standing to the side, was unaware of Han Jieliu's thoughts.

Upon hearing this, his handsome features relaxed a little, and he coughed lightly twice.

"Brother Han, please forgive my presumption. Since you've put it that way, I'll tell you some things I still remember."

"I was young at the time and came with my father. I didn't know what the celestial aura was... I only saw the clouds on the platform above the immortals, floating hazily in the sea, covering the earth. A spirit boat broke through the clouds and appeared, covering the sky and the sun."

"A boat appeared in the clouds, and the celestial gate was pierced by light, dazzling my eyes. I couldn't distinguish anything for a moment. I felt that the so-called celestial aura was nothing more than this."