Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 10 Breathing opportunity
"Foundation Pill?"

Xu Xuan raised his eyebrows. Although this foundation-building elixir was precious, it was at most comparable to an ordinary foundation-building spiritual object. Why was it mentioned specifically? How could a noble family like the Liu family, which had a foundation-building master in charge, be tempted?

Liu Qiuci pretended to be heroic and drank the spirit wine in one gulp. He choked a little and continued:

"Ordinary foundation-building pills are made with blood, qi, and incense. Although they can manifest the [root of nature], they will pollute the spiritual platform. After building the foundation, it will be difficult to make further progress, let alone plan for the Purple Mansion realm."

"The Chen family's precious elixir, known in ancient times as the [One Yuan Qi Yue Pill], was refined by the Immortal of Purple Mansion. It can manifest destiny, improve one's nature, and has infinite magical benefits. The elixir contains a trace of the righteous will of the mountains, raising the clear yang and lowering the turbid yin. It is a rare and precious medicine, and only the direct descendants of the immortal sect have the opportunity to enjoy it."

Xu Xuan had never heard of such a difference in the foundation-building pill, but above the foundation-building stage was the Purple Palace. The person who had a glimpse of this scenery was Xuan Yue Zhenren from the Chen family hundreds of years ago.

"Taking this pill will only allow you to go a little further. The Purple Mansion realm cannot be achieved with just one pill. In my opinion, it is just saving the hard work of a drop of water in the vast ocean."

Although Xu Xuan had the intention to move, he could see clearly that after a demon disaster, the power of various families and sects in the original place had declined. It was a blessing to be able to build a foundation, and it would be ridiculous to hope for a purple palace.

"Even so, this pill can also greatly increase the chances of success in foundation building. Each family has prepared for it, just waiting for the adults' order."

After discussing it, the two men felt that even if they took the pill, it would probably be extremely hot.

After a while, there was a sudden commotion outside the door. Xu Xuan felt that there was another powerful aura coming from outside the hall, which was faintly in conflict with Chen Weiyuan on the main seat.

The aura came from far away and gradually weakened. When it reached the front of the hall, Xu Xuan only felt that a mortal had arrived.

A man in a black robe and gorgeous clothes came in, with eagle-like eyes and a gaze as fast as lightning, sweeping over the direct descendants of each family. Someone behind him brought a gift, which was a huge white snake covered with cloth. The evil spirit had not yet dissipated and the breath was terrifying.

"The head of the Zhu family, Zhu Yucheng, has the body of a Foundation Establishment monster behind him, and it's at least in the middle stage or above."

Everyone present was frightened and kept silent.

"Dongyuan Zhu clan, I present you with the corpse of the Baiqingdong demon general. I wish you a healthy body and a path as strong as a mountain. It took me some time to slay the demon, so I'm late. I hope you'll forgive me."

Zhu Yucheng's voice was not loud, but it was extremely clear and spread steadily throughout the hall.

"Yucheng is here, please take a seat quickly."

Chen Weiyuan's expression remained unchanged, and he kindly asked Zhu Yucheng to sit next to him.

"Now that everyone is here, I have something to say to you."

Chen Weiyuan glanced down and saw the current direct descendants of each family, feeling a little disheartened.

"It's worse, much worse. Each generation is worse than the last. This is the severity of the decline."

The previous generation included Wen Fufeng of Dachi Temple, his son Chen Changqi, and Zhu Yucheng beside him. The three of them had different personalities and Taoism, but they all firmly stepped into the level of the direct line of the immortal sect and the purple mansion seeds.

Now that Wen Fufeng was in trouble and Zhu Yucheng had cut off his path, as for his own son? Chen Weiyuan didn't dare to think too much, and he calmed his mind, hoping to forget all this.

All the good seedlings have been plucked away, so naturally the remaining ones are getting worse and worse. The true teachings of the Taoist tradition have been taken away, so they can only cultivate some minor things. It is probably difficult for this generation of people to come up with a strong foundation, and most of them have to rely on the blood, energy and incense of the mortal world to break through.

How to protect the foundation?
Chen Weiyuan sighed:
"The situation is not good now. Several demonic mountains in the south are making moves, and the monks in the north are afraid of me. But I can't protect them forever. Let's see how your cultivation is doing."

After he finished speaking, the old man summoned a dark yellow pagoda, and a warm Dharma light shone down. All the direct descendants under his seat felt as if they were under heavy pressure. If they resisted, they would feel as if their shoulders were carrying a mountain, and their bodies would be broken. If they gave up, they would just fall down, and the pressure would disappear invisibly.

Zhu Yucheng sat there, looking at the ugly appearance of the people below with a look of disdain.

Xu Xuan and the Duan family's direct descendant held out the longest, but soon both collapsed, unable to withstand the pressure. "This [Xuanhuang Zunming Pagoda] can measure talent and observe cultivation. Its pressure varies from person to person. The longer you hold on, the further you advance in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Now, in less than an incense stick of time, you've all collapsed."

Chen Weiyuan took out two precious pills surrounded by golden patterns. They were the [One Yuan Qi Yue Pills]. He sighed and said with some sorrow:
"Even if I give you this pill, what does it matter? You're still a bunch of paper-thin foundation-building monsters. If the monster comes again, it will probably be even worse than before."

The old man on the seat slightly bent his fingers and flicked them, and two pills fell next to Xu Xuan and the ugly, short man from the Duan family. These were the two who had resisted the magic light the longest.

"I'll give this pill to you two. You should cultivate to the ninth level of Qi training as soon as possible. You don't have much time."

The gazes of everyone seated below instantly converged upon him, and Xu Xuan's joy at obtaining the elixir immediately dissipated, and what remained was an uncomfortable feeling as if someone was staring at him.

'It's not a good thing to be too conspicuous.'

Xu Xuan felt the ancient white jade stele within his qi sea, and the seal characters on his spiritual platform were still shining, sometimes turning into words, sometimes changing into shapes.

"If anyone notices my abnormality, I'm afraid I'll be dead."

Master Xu Xuan is a sword immortal, and he also happens to have become sword energy. His cultivation is so profound that it surprised everyone.

"Sir, my family has something else to ask."

Suddenly someone stood up from the Wu family's place. It was an old man with a resolute voice, as if he had made up his mind.

"My family's foundation-building seeds suffered misfortune in the plains. I hope you can do justice."

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Xu Xuan and Liu Qiuci both looked over. The Wu family would definitely not tolerate this matter and would definitely take this opportunity to mention it.

"Your Wu Heyong violated a taboo and died, which is fortunate. You all know what he did, so there is no need to say more."

Chen Weiyuan's voice was very flat, but the Wu family no longer had the courage to argue. They remained silent, as if their bones had been pulled out.

The development of this matter was beyond Xu Xuan's expectations. The imagined scene of falling out did not occur. Instead, Chen Weiyuan and Zhu Yucheng seemed to have reached some consensus and had vaguely arranged the fate of the families under their seats.

Zhu Yucheng stood up. It was only now that this advanced cultivator in the late stage of foundation building showed his might. The pressure was like the abyss of the ocean, making the young Qi-cultivating cultivators sitting below him feel a little suffocated.

"The demon general Bai Qingdong lives on the plains. Instead of joining forces to conquer him, the various clans are afraid of me. It's really ridiculous."

There was some sarcasm in Zhu Yucheng's words. When his wolf-like gaze swept over, the people from various families lowered their heads, not daring to look at each other.

"Forty years, so what if I gave you forty years? I've already agreed with the Master to let you build your foundation. You're a bunch of pigs and dogs, you've completely disgraced the reputation of our ancestors. You've forgotten your homeland and your family feuds, but you've only remembered the sweet treats others offer you and the struggle for power and profit."

"Forty years from now, I will unify Dajingyuan. If you surrender earlier, I will be more kind to you."

Zhu Yucheng's voice was like a cold wind whistling in a deep valley, depriving the people sitting below of their last bit of hope. Chen Weiyuan sat aside and closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to see this scene.

'Forty years.'

Xu Xuan looked at the devilish figure in the hall, as if thinking about something, and slowly tightened the pill in his hand.

(End of this chapter)