How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

Hei Muguang perked up and looked towards the mountaintop: "Let's get to the mountaintop before dawn to watch the sunrise!"

"Yes! We..."

Hong Xiaochen nodded, about to agree with his friend, when his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of something flickering in the sky.

He paused for a moment, then turned to look.

What kind of bird is it?

Or……

The black dot grew larger and larger. Hong Butian narrowed his eyes and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat!

That's a person!

"..."

"Nascent Soul Stage?!"

Hong Butian's eyes widened, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Um……"

The Grand Elder and Zhao Zhuji exchanged a glance and nodded solemnly: "That's right, if I'm not mistaken, there must be Nascent Soul demon beasts that have secretly slipped into the human territory."

"In this case……"

Hong Butian frowned and whispered to Zhao Zhuji beside him, "Is the Nascent Soul stage very powerful?"

Zhao Zhuji: "?"

No, what kind of player are you?

I don't know what's making you so surprised!

"Don't look at me like that..."

Hong Butian blinked and said helplessly, "You can tell too, I've only just started cultivating. I've only ever heard about the different realms of cultivators before, I have absolutely no direct experience with them..."

"Ah this..."

Zhao Zhuji's lips twitched, and she helplessly rubbed her forehead: "That's the pinnacle of the cultivation world now, and a truly powerful cultivator with immense strength. Without restrictions, they could destroy a country in an instant..."

After a pause, Zhao Zhuji pointed at Hong Butian and sighed, "For example, someone like you, people don't even need to target you deliberately. Just a slight hint of their aura is enough to kill you!"

Of course, I'm not much better off; I don't even know if I'll ever have the chance to touch the Nascent Soul stage in my entire life..."

"Is it that amazing...?"

Hong Butian's mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were shining.

"Of course."

Zhao Zhuji shrugged and said with a hint of pride, "My grandmaster was a Nascent Soul stage expert. Do you understand the value of a sacred land?"

But just listen to it, don't take it to heart, lest you, a newbie, develop unrealistic fantasies.

"That's a dream!"

Hong Butian was not discouraged; instead, his eyes lit up, and he clenched his fist: "That's the kind of cultivator I dream of becoming!"

"Aha?"

Zhao Zhuji's eyes widened: "Are you serious? You're not kidding me, are you?"

"Who has time to tease you?"

Hong Butian frowned, gave Zhao Zhuji a strange look, and said unhappily, "If others can become Nascent Soul cultivators, why can't I?"

Zhao Zhuji: "!!!"

"It's over, it's over, you're finished."

A look of despair appeared on Zhao Zhuji's face. She sighed, clasped her hands together, and looked ashamed.

"My apologies, my apologies. It was all my fault for not thinking things through properly. I let this Qi Refining novice come into contact with a field he shouldn't have, which led to his unrealistic ambitions. My apologies..."

Master, please forgive me; Grandmaster, please bless me…

"Hey, what are you muttering about?"

Hong Butian frowned, clenched his fist, and snorted coldly: "Anyway, as long as I'm alive, I will continue to pursue the goals I want. As the saying goes, 'Thirty years east of the river, cough cough...'"

In short, just you wait and see! I will definitely succeed!

Zhao Zhuji remained praying with her eyes closed: "Forgive me, forgive me..."

"Alright, you two, stop fooling around."

The elder glanced at the two of them and sighed, "I'm begging you, could you help me take these books with me?"

After a pause, the Grand Elder looked at the two young men and explained in a low voice, "The sect has collapsed, and the people have fled, but these books are still here. This is the true foundation of the Medicine King Sect."

The torch has been passed down from generation to generation. If the roots are severed here, even if everyone in the Medicine King Sect is still alive and builds a magnificent sect in the future, hanging up the Medicine King Sect's name, it will only be a superficial imitation.

Or perhaps it's just another sect that happens to have a similar name!

At that time, the Medicine King Sect will face true annihilation.

Conversely, even if we all pass away and are forgotten, this knowledge and spirit will remain. Then, whatever form or name future generations use to carry it forward and inherit it, that will be the essence of the Medicine King Sect.

"senior……"

Zhao Zhuji stared blankly at the Grand Elder, a sense of pride and responsibility as a member of the human race suddenly welling up within her...

"what the hell……"

Hong Butian turned his head away and muttered under his breath, "I think people are more important. When people are alive, everything is fine. When people are gone, everything is gone... hiss!"

Hong Butian's eyes widened suddenly as he looked at the long sword held against his neck: "What are you doing? Let's talk this out, don't fight!"

"You were the one who started this by not speaking properly!"

Zhao Zhuji glared angrily at Hong Butian: "Is that how you talk to a senior? You have no respect for your elders at all!"

"Ah this..."

Hong Butian's lips twitched: "But he's an old man who doesn't respect his elders. He bullies me all the time, and he tortures me by singing at the top of his lungs while I'm sleeping..."

"what?"

Zhao Zhuji was stunned for a moment, then looked at the Grand Elder, who had his hands behind his back and his head tilted to the side, looking completely innocent: "Xiao Tian, ​​what are you saying? Grandpa doesn't understand, cough cough cough!"

"He was lying all along!"

Zhao Zhuji gritted her teeth and quickly comforted the Grand Elder, "Senior, please don't worry, I'll teach him a lesson right away!"

"Uh……"

The First Elder secretly glanced at Hong Butian, who was looking at him with a face full of grief and indignation, and quickly looked away: "Ahem, cough cough, no need, no need, cough cough, Xiao Tian is just like this, I'm used to it, cough cough cough..."

Zhao Zhuji: "!!!"

"Don't rush, please don't rush!"

Zhao Zhuji turned to look at Hong Butian, her face full of indignation: "Look what you've done to your senior!"

Hong Butian: "..."

"Without the inheritance of knowledge and the exploration of predecessors, it would be a million times more difficult for us to enter the path!"

Zhao Zhuji said angrily, "Don't you even have the slightest sense of identity as a member of the human race?!"

"Stop cursing, stop cursing..."

Hong Butian lowered his head: "I was wrong, I was wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"The mistake was underestimating the old man's cunning..."

"what?"

"Uh, no, no, the mistake was in disrespecting the elderly and talking back..."

"So what should you do if you know you're wrong?!"

Hong Butian: "..."

Hong Butian took two steps back, removed his head from the sword, and turned towards the Grand Elder.

"Old man, I was wrong..."

"what?"

"Senior, please forgive me!"

"Uh……"

Seeing Hong Butian's gritted teeth, the First Elder coughed twice and changed the subject: "Alright, alright, I forgive you. Um, everyone, hurry up and pack these up!"

"Alright, senior!"

"Oh……"

"..."

The Grand Elder glanced back at Medicine King Valley one last time and sighed, "Let's go."