First achieve immortality, then cultivate immortality.

"I don't want to go to your Taoist temple. Let your sect leader come and see me," Xu Mu said calmly.

"You think you can take me?" Wei Wushuang laughed in anger.

"Take this!"

Unable to contain himself, he directly used his flying sword to slash fiercely at the target!

Xu Mu casually grabbed the menacing flying sword with one hand, without harming it in the slightest.

"You!" Wei Wushuang exclaimed in horror. He hurriedly tried to control his flying sword, but found it wouldn't budge, as if it were being held by iron clamps.

"Little boy, don't just swing your sword and start attacking people."

Xu Mu spoke calmly, flicking the flying sword back with his finger and casually erasing the spiritual energy on it.

Wei Wushuang groaned, his spirit severely damaged on the spot, and he was speechless with astonishment.

The flying sword he had nurtured for over ten years suddenly lost control and turned into an ordinary iron sword, stuck in the ground.

Without his flying sword, he was like a tiger with all its claws and teeth broken, not knowing what he could do.

"I... I still have a talisman for summoning spirits, don't get cocky!"

He quickly pulled a talisman from his pocket.

Xu Mu reached out and grabbed the talisman, which landed directly in his hand.

"Give it back to me!" Wei Wushuang panicked completely.

This was the first time he had experienced what it meant to be crushed.

With his Qi Refining Level 2 cultivation and age of around 30, he is indeed considered a genius in this mortal realm.

But how could they possibly fight back against Xu Mu, a high-level cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining?

Xu Mu glanced at the summoning talisman in his hand, which read "Emerald Spirit Lord," indicating that he had indeed summoned a Core Formation stage elder from the sect.

He looked at the other person and said calmly, "Now, can we talk properly?"

"Senior, you said..." Wei Wushuang quickly bowed and clasped his hands, showing that he was flexible and knew how to admit defeat.

Xu Mu asked calmly, "There are countless folk tales about ghosts and gods, with several emerging every day. The legend of the Medicine God also appeared forty years ago. Why are you causing me trouble now?"

He knew that some pharmaceutical companies were using the name of the "Medicine God" to do business, after all, the Zhang family had set a precedent.

But that's a commercial activity, and has nothing to do with incense offerings.

Even if it spreads beyond Taoshan County, it doesn't matter.

Everyone knows that you can't completely trust what businessmen say. They're always looking for excuses to embellish themselves, so it's impossible for them to become a source of religious faith.

So this isn't the main point.

The key is the attitude of the Taoist temple.

They can say they want to crack down on something, and if they say it's an evil god, then it's an evil god. It all depends on what they think.

"Well... recently the temple has been paying a lot of attention to the incense offerings, and they are cracking down on wild gods and evil spirits." Wei Wushuang replied politely.

"How serious is the importance placed on this? Are we going to treat them all?"

"Yes, yes, we have received the decree from the immortal that the entire territory of the Sui Kingdom must be cracked down on."

Xu Mu frowned; it was indeed extraordinary.

The Qinglan Sect has been vying for resources, including incense offerings, for decades.

Fifty-three years have passed since he went to the capital to help Yan Qing enter the imperial ancestral temple and obtain the incense offerings of the imperial clan. Four emperors have come and gone since then.

Over the years, the power struggles within the imperial court have been intense.

Now Taoist temples are also targeting this incense offering, and it seems to be escalating.

"Could it be that an elder of the sect is about to break through?"

He had discussed with Yan Qing before, when he was in the sect, why the elders suddenly started fighting amongst themselves for resources.

The answer is to break through to the Nascent Soul stage.

With limited resources and so many Core Formation elders, who should the sect train to break through to the Nascent Soul stage?

Can the sect leader make that decision? Obviously not.

Even though he is at the Nascent Soul stage, he cannot make everyone listen to him.

The elders voted to decide? Clearly, it wasn't that peaceful.

The rules of the cultivation world have never been about treating others to meals; they are about fighting for oneself, with the winner taking all.

That's why that series of sect disputes occurred.

Now that so many years have passed, this struggle is probably starting to intensify.

The problem is that it affected him immediately.

"When the city gate catches fire, the fish in the moat suffer? No, I'm thousands of miles away and I'm still caught in the crossfire." Xu Mu was speechless.

The fundamental reason he left the Qinglan Sect was because of the internal strife within the sect. Old Yu was made a scapegoat and died tragically, and he, a lowly nobody, was even threatened by a Foundation Establishment cultivator, so he ran away.

Now, even establishing a comfort zone in the mortal realm has caused repercussions.

"Alright, you can go back now. Tell your sect leader to come to Peach Blossom Temple to see me in seven days. No waiting for those who are late."

After saying that, he turned and left.

"My summoning talisman..."

"I will return it in seven days."

After saying that, he disappeared into the woods.

Wei Wushuang dared not act rashly. After respectfully bowing, he sheathed his sword and hurriedly went down the mountain.

After descending the mountain and having something to eat, he hurriedly returned to Mount Luofu to report the matter to the sect leader.

It takes two or three days to travel from Bishi Village to Luofu Mountain, so Xu Mu gave the other party seven days to make it easier for them to travel.

We definitely need to meet. Let's sit down and talk about what's going on.

But he could not possibly go to Fuling Temple; that was their territory, and what if it turned out to be a den of wolves?

He wasn't worried about the other party not coming. With the strength he had demonstrated, he was more than qualified to make the other party think twice. Besides, he still had a summoning talisman in his hand, which the other party would have to take back.

If they try to force him to comply, he's not afraid.

In the world of cultivation, if you call me a lowly beast of burden, I won't argue with you.

But in this mortal realm, please call me the God of Medicine!

Even if a Taoist temple is the sacred ground of a sect, and one can directly contact the sect's elders through incense offerings and use talismans to summon deities, the mountains are high and the emperor is far away. If one can't deal with the sect, can't one at least deal with a few Taoist priests in a Taoist temple? Wouldn't one have cultivated in vain?

……

Upon returning to Medicine God Valley, the two sisters rushed to greet them.

"Young master, how are you? Are you alright?"

Seeing their concern, Xu Mu smiled and patted their heads: "It's nothing, it'll be resolved soon."

"That's good." Both of them breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

"Who is this person? What are they here for?" Li Zhihua asked curiously.

Xu Mu didn't hide anything and explained the situation to reassure them.

As time dwindled, they cherished every moment they had together and didn't want to be disturbed.

"Young Master, how long do you think we can stay in Medicine God Valley?" Li Zhiyuan asked softly.

Xu Mu paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "It doesn't matter how long we stay. At worst, we can leave here and find another place to live in seclusion."

"Yes, it doesn't matter where I live as long as I'm with you, young master!" Li Zhihua chuckled and affectionately hugged Xu Mu's arm.

Li Zhiyuan finally laughed: "Indeed, I was overthinking it. Young Master can live anywhere."

Upon hearing this, Xu Mu was taken aback.

It turns out she was worried about what would happen to him after she and her sister left...

He smiled gently and patted the girl's head: "Do I need you to worry about me?"

Li Zhiyuan smiled and moved closer to his other side, leaning against his chest with her sister to feel his body temperature a little longer.

That year, she was 71 years old, and her sister was 69. Time was really running out.