Transmigrating into Haotian, ruling the Three Pure Ones and pacifying the primordial world.

The clouds and mist scatter their colors, and the sun and moon shimmer with light.

A thousand ancient cypress trees, wet with rain, cover the mountain in verdant green; ten thousand bamboo groves, shrouded in mist, line the path in a deep, hazy hue.

Exotic flowers adorn the outside of the gate, and fragrant herbs bloom by the bridge.

Two golden beams descended, revealing Haotian's figure. Beside him stood an arrogant cultivator, slightly behind.

The grand formation slowly opened, revealing hundreds of cultivators in various attire. They all bowed and greeted the master, saying, "Disciples pay respects to Uncle-Master Haotian. Our master has ordered us to personally welcome you."

A look of surprise flashed in Haotian's eyes. As expected of a sage, he had his disciples waiting here as soon as he arrived in Kunlun. However, it seemed that Senior Brother Tongtian had taken on far too many disciples.

The disciples were divided into three groups. Xuandu, who was on the left, saw him looking over and quickly knelt down, saying, "Your son greets Your Majesty, Holy Father."

Haotian nodded, and Xuandu was lifted up by a gentle force. On the right, a man and two women led the way, their auras sharp. Behind them were hundreds of Taoists of varying cultivation levels, the weakest being only at the Heavenly Immortal realm, and the strongest already at the Golden Immortal realm.

In the very center are twelve cultivators whose Dao Qi is abundant, each one a superior vessel for carrying the Dao.

In front of them, an old man with white hair and a youthful face held a poison staff with a small gourd hanging from it, radiating the fluctuations of an innate spiritual treasure.

On the other side, the Taoist priest was dressed in a water-colored robe, with a silk sash around his waist and cloud-patterned shoes. He had an otherworldly air about him and a transcendent demeanor. To anyone who looked at him, he was a highly respected old immortal.

However, his aura was completely out of place with everyone else, revealing the imposing presence of a Great Luo Golden Immortal!

"Why is Fellow Daoist Ran Deng in Kunlun?" Haotian asked, seemingly puzzled.

"Uncle-Master, I have already joined the Chan Sect and have been valued by Master Yuanshi, holding the position of Vice Leader of the Chan Sect." Randeng's expression was respectful, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

Haotian smiled and gave Randeng a deep look. This guy was a guest of Zixiao Palace who gave the third lecture. He was willing to put aside his pride and become a disciple of his former fellow Daoist. He was quite a character.

However, this guy's background...

Haotian shook his head slightly. He would deal with this matter later. He had come here to take care of important business!

With a slight movement of his sleeve, spiritual fruits flew out one by one, all of them innate spiritual fruits, while the disciples above the True Immortal level had three-thousand-year-old peaches floating in front of them.

As for personal disciples, Haotian was not stingy and gave them six-thousand-year peaches, which was enough for these juniors at the Golden Immortal realm.

Xuandu led the way, taking Haotian to a quiet and peaceful mountain peak. Looking at the three characters "Eight Views Palace" inscribed on it, Haotian smiled slightly: "Jinpeng, why don't you have a chat with your fellow disciples?"

"Disciple obeys." Jinpeng bowed, and Haotian stepped inside and disappeared.

The main hall was empty, with only a pill furnace burning fiercely, filling the air with the fragrance of various pills. Haotian's eyes flickered. Why were there no Eight Views?

As the clouds dispersed, three Taoist figures appeared on the cloud bed. Laozi's expression was calm, Yuanshi's face was majestic, and Tongtian's lips curled into a smile.

"Haotian has met the Sage. May the Sage enjoy eternal bliss and boundless longevity."

In any case, one should not be disrespectful when facing a saint.

"Junior brother, there's no need for such formalities." Laozi shook his head, pointed, and a cloud bed lifted Haotian up, making him level with the three of them.

"I have come here today because I have a favor to ask," Haotian said in a deep voice.

The three Pure Ones exchanged a glance and asked in unison, "What is it?"

"Senior brother owes me karma, and I have come here today specifically to collect it." Seeing that the Three Pure Ones' expressions remained unchanged, Haotian said softly, "I want Senior Brother Taiqing to refine a pill for me."

"Junior brother, it's just a pill, why exchange it for karma?" Laozi chuckled. "I can already refine the Nine-Turn Golden Pill. One pill can create a Great Luo Golden Immortal, and there are no side effects."

Haotian shook his head: "The Nine-Turn Golden Elixir is indeed powerful, but it is not what I need."

With a flick of his sleeve, jade boxes, wooden boxes, and fruit baskets flew out, quickly filling the Eight Views Palace to the brim.

The three men stared in astonishment, speechless for a long time with their mouths agape.

Tongtian's eyes burned with fervor: "Did you empty the Three Immortal Islands and Jade Capital Mountain?"

Haotian nodded: "Several eons of spiritual fruits, just to ask Senior Brother Taiqing for a single pill."

Laozi took a deep breath and looked at Haotian carefully: "Please speak frankly, Junior Brother."

With so many spiritual fruits, if Haotian were not his junior brother but just an ordinary cultivator, he would have been tempted to snatch them from him.

It is evident that these spiritual fruits, in terms of both grade and variety, have touched his ancient and unwavering Dao heart.

"I need my senior brother to refine a pill for me that will fully restore my strength." Haotian smiled gently. "It is a pill that will restore my strength instantly after all the laws and magic power in my body are exhausted."

"That's impossible!" Lao Tzu refused decisively. "Magic power is possible, and so is the law, but you are not."

Seeing Haotian's confusion, Laozi sighed and said, "Although I don't know how many laws you have comprehended, there must be no fewer than a hundred. My alchemy has not yet broken through to the Hunyuan level. Saint-level pills are not something I can refine at present."

Haotian looked somber. He had indeed comprehended more than a hundred laws, but this pill was crucial to his path of cultivation. After all, he had lost his fighting power after the Heavenly Heart Finger!

"How about adding these?" A fruit basket flew out from Haotian's sleeve, with nine huge peaches on it radiating endless yang energy, with wood and fire energy gathered within, their spiritual power even surpassing that of the Yellow Plum.

"This is a peach tree that I nurtured with my own Shaoyang energy, and it is even better to me than the Huangzhong plum."

Haotian said in a low voice, "After eating these nine peaches, one will be born to embark on the path of the sun."

Laozi shook his head again: "Junior brother, it's not that the quantity is insufficient, but that the quality is insufficient. The laws are profound and cannot be compensated for by these spiritual fruits, unless..."

"Unless what?" Haotian asked impatiently, but Yuanshi Tongtian's gaze instantly darkened.

"Do you really want this pill?" Laozi took a deep breath.

"Big Brother!" Yuanshi Tongtian suddenly spoke up. Laozi shook his head, signaling them to stop talking.

Haotian looked at the three of them suspiciously, but still nodded.

Lao Tzu sighed and said, "So be it. I, the poor Daoist Li Renjiao, owe you a karmic debt. We three brothers, having received your guidance to eradicate the three corpses, also owe you a karmic debt."

"Eliminate everything, wait a thousand years, and I will refine this elixir for you."

Haotian gritted his teeth: "Fine!"

Lao Tzu looked at the spiritual fruits on the ground and murmured, "I don't need these..."

"Consider it a thank you to my senior brother." Haotian shook his head. Apart from the Yellow Plum and those few special peaches, the rest were not rare spiritual roots.

Yuanshi hesitated to speak, and Tongtian also looked displeased, leaving Haotian completely bewildered.

"Second and third brothers, take him out of here." Laozi waved his hand. "Oh, and let that Golden-Winged Roc in. Don't bother my Kunlun disciples."

Haotian walked out of the Eight Views Palace and watched as one Kunlun disciple after another was suppressed by the Golden Roc. Even Randeng was evenly matched with his magical treasure.

Tongtian looked at Haotian and snorted coldly, while Yuanshi scolded, "Third brother!"

He then turned his head and said softly, "Junior brother, just wait. It's only a thousand years."

Haotian snorted coldly at Tongtian, saying, "You don't say anything, and you don't even give me a good look. Do you really think that once you become a saint, you don't care about the bond between fellow disciples?"

Yuanshi looked at the two clowns with a wry smile, then turned to Haotian and explained, "Junior brother, please don't take offense. You'll understand about our third brother later."

"Thank you for your comfort, Senior Brother." Haotian stood on the mountaintop, waiting for time to pass.