Yinshan Record

Chapter 845 The Great Sun of Elixir Completion and the Joyful Feast of Spiritual Blessing
"Elder, if we're not going back to our sect, why are we staying in this Guzhu Kingdom?"

Looking at the dilapidated City God Temple around him, Lü Zheng raised a question.

"Because the game between the Kingdom of Guzhu and the Kingdom of Guzhu is not over yet."

“But the elder has already said that our Changsheng Sect will withdraw from the Guzhu Kingdom and will no longer concern itself with the affairs of the Guzhu Kingdom.”

"Yes, the Longevity Cult is going to withdraw, but I didn't say I would withdraw too."

Su Che flicked his finger.

Several yin spirits flew out from Su Che's sleeve.

Lu Zheng was shocked when he saw those pale faces.

He originally thought his family had been thoroughly tested and refined, but unexpectedly...

"Uncle Wu, Uncle Bai..."

It was the ghost of Wu Duan, Bai Shijian, and others.

These newly deceased ghosts were still physically unstable and their intelligence was still hazy. They opened their eyes one by one and looked around in confusion.

Su Che flicked his sleeve, and another wisp of yin energy flew out, circling around the bodies of the group.

Nourished by this pure Yin energy, the ghostly bodies of the several people immediately solidified.

With a flick of his finger, Su Che hastily wrote several talismans in the air, then sent them directly into the bodies of Wu Duan, Bai Shijian, and the other ghosts.

Seemingly under the influence of some force, the ghosts in front of them knelt down on the ground.

"I thank Lord You for his grace in restoring my life."

After this bow.

Their vision gradually cleared, and they began to recall past events.

“You are all ghosts who died violently, and your lifespan in the underworld will not be long. If you do not cultivate yourself, you will turn into vengeful ghosts and harm your relatives.”

Su Che looked at the people below and said.

"I have left you a talisman for cultivating the divine path. Now, the city god of this Guzhu Kingdom is vacant, and there is no deity to preside over it. You must cultivate diligently and become gods of incense offerings."

Wu Duan and Bai Shijian exchanged a glance and then put some distance between themselves.

There are some things I still can't let go of.

"Uncles, this is Elder Yang, the head of the Longevity Sect."

Lu Zheng said softly.

The leader of the Longevity Sect?

The ghosts looked at each other.

Bai Shijian was the first to react.

"Bai Shijian has paid his respects to the elder. The elder has instructed us to serve as deities in this Guzhu Kingdom. We do not know the reason for this arrangement..."

"Just focus on your work, and I'll have Lü Zheng contact you."

Su Che looked at the several ghosts in front of him, reached out and grabbed them, directly taking a wisp of ghostly energy from their bodies, and then threw it onto the dilapidated City God Temple.

“It shouldn’t be too difficult to do some good deeds, right? Don’t you also have some relatives who are still alive? Ask them for some food.”

Lü Zheng looked at Su Che.

Su Che didn't explain to him. After saying a few words, he took Lü Zheng and left the place.

The moonlight is gentle and clear, and the wind rustles through the willow branches.

Only a few recently deceased ghosts remained in the City God Temple, speechless with each other.

The situation in the Guzhu Kingdom was still unresolved, while the Changsheng Sect was in complete chaos.

The original structure was that each family and lineage was divided into different categories, each managing their own area.

Regardless of whether the rules in the teachings are fair or efficient.

Even a makeshift team always has a basic structure.

A bloody internal strife completely destroyed the original structure.

The Demon Lord in Hemp Robes is in seclusion recuperating from his injuries, while the whereabouts of Wuyoutian are unknown.

The power then fell into the hands of Elder Yang, who had returned from the void.

The remaining disciples in the sect all had many complaints.

No matter how the various factions fought and killed each other, at this moment they suddenly remembered that they all came from the same origin and were not evil guests from outside the region.

A bunch of fellow disciples died, yet that Yang Sui guy actually seized all the power.

Naturally, there were many strange and sarcastic remarks within the sect. Some even went to the ancestral hall to mourn Qing Tong Xiao Jun's memorial tablet, not daring to name names, but simply weeping and begging the ancestral master to appear and save the sect. Sun Cheng found it all quite amusing.

Why ask Qing Tong Xiao Jun for help?

If the patriarch was truly capable, he should have been like the great sects such as Huangtiandao and Shenxiaodao, using his supreme supernatural powers to guard his sect. Now that he has become a memorial tablet, who can he protect?

What's more, these guys can't even find the right place to cry at a grave.

The Longevity Sect is now under the command of the Demon Lord of Extinction.

Instead of praying to the Lord of the End Times, go to Qing Tong Xiao Jun.

To put it bluntly, if this patriarch were to actually return to life, the first thing he would do is to wipe out all of us demonic offspring.

"Brother Sun, give me the truth, how long is the head monk going to go into seclusion?"

A Core Formation cultivator with a sorrowful expression sat opposite Sun Cheng. He was thin and looked like a walking corpse that had just crawled out of a coffin, with no life on his face.

“Uncle-Master Ma, I am a Transcendent Master, and you are a Rejuvenating Core Master. According to the rules of the sect, I should be calling you Uncle-Master. I cannot accept the title of Senior Brother.”

Sun Cheng stood up with a warm smile and gently poured a cup of hot tea for the cultivator who had reached the Core Formation stage.

"Oh, I'm not thirsty."

The cultivator who had attained the elixir of immortality looked at the cup of hot tea.

This level of attainment is already considered extraordinary, and the concept of thirst simply doesn't apply to it.

Whether it's tea or not, it's completely unimportant.

"This year's Da Liang Tiao Mei Xiang is a treasured item from Hua Gu; every sip is one less available."

Sun Cheng said with a smile, "The chief instructed that this package be given to you."

"It's for me, Chief."

The cultivator named Ma Qianli, who was practicing the Rejuvenation Pill, picked up the cup of hot tea and poured it down his throat without caring that it was scalding hot.

"Has he emerged from seclusion?"

"Of course not, this was the instruction given by the First Master before he went into seclusion."

Why didn't you give it to me sooner? You just used it to make tea.

Ma Qianli muttered a few complaints to himself, but he didn't dare to make things difficult for this cultivator at this moment.

Everyone knows that this man is currently very popular; as the saying goes, even a minor official is only a seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister.

The Demon Lord in Hemp Robes is in seclusion, and all matters, large and small, within the sect must be decided by the Chief Elder, Yang Sui.

With the Yang Marrow in seclusion again, the Longevity Sect is like a disorganized mess, lacking a leader from top to bottom.

"Please ask Senior Brother Sun to go and tell the elder that I really can't do anything about it."

“The area around Lingyu Palace has already been protected by restrictions. The Chief Abbot’s Three Poisons Domain has been opened, and anyone who goes there will die. I am powerless to do anything about it.”

Sun Cheng sighed, but he considered himself a junior brother and successfully climbed to the next level.

"And Brother Ma, why don't you be lenient and let them have their way?"

This elixir named Ma Qianli was a disciple of Yu Xuanji.

During the internal strife within the Longevity Sect, the mountain gate's grand formation was destroyed by the Black Blood Old Demon, and much of the original spiritual veins scattered and escaped.

Even those that are still usable today have all sorts of problems.

Ma Qianli currently has two spiritual veins that are still functioning properly.

Although spiritual energy is ethereal and intangible, it is extremely important for cultivators below the Core Formation stage.

Food is the most important thing for people, and the food for those below the Divine Realm is just this little bit of spiritual energy.

In this respect, it was indeed Su Che's fault.

As the reincarnation of the Azure Emperor, Young Master Su San possessed numerous treasures from the very beginning. Not to mention ordinary spiritual energy, even rare and highly sought-after items like Emperor's Essence were readily available to him.

Since they are following the path of Xuan Yin, there's no need for them to go through the trouble of searching for any spiritual veins.

Therefore, this point was subconsciously ignored.

Although he knew that the mountain-protecting formation had malfunctioned and that there weren't enough spiritual veins to allocate, Young Master Su didn't take it seriously.

This sparked another dispute; the problem wasn't scarcity but inequality.

If there were no spiritual energy at all, that would be fine, but there are actually a few.

Ma Qianli was a disciple of Yu Xuanji, which, rounded up, made him a traitor and rebel, so naturally some people came to bully him.

(End of this chapter)