Junior sister took first place again

Dongzhou, Bishui Sect.

The days of Shu Yinxianzun's alchemy retreat were fleeting. Today, the atmosphere throughout the Bishui Sect was filled with a mixture of tension and anticipation. Inside and outside the sect, everyone was waiting for the Sect Master to emerge from seclusion.

As the morning light broke, layers of spiritual clouds gradually gathered above the Alchemy Peak of the Bishui Sect. The colorful rays of light penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on every corner of the Alchemy Peak.

This was a sign that the elixir was ready. All the disciples of the Bishui Sect stopped what they were doing, looked up at the Alchemy Peak, their eyes full of anticipation.

In the alchemy room of Immortal Master Shu Yin, the flame in the furnace has turned from blazing red to gentle blue, and the temperature inside the furnace has reached a delicate balance.

Shu Yinxianzun's forehead was covered with sweat, but her eyes remained firm. The spells in her hands kept changing, guiding the flow of spiritual power in the furnace.

Now! Immortal Shu Yin muttered silently in her heart. She suddenly raised her hands and injected a powerful spiritual energy into the alchemy furnace. As the last spell was completed, a crisp sound emanated from the alchemy furnace, like a dragon's roar, echoing throughout the alchemy room.

"Open!" Shu Yinxianzun called softly, and the lid of the alchemy furnace slowly rose, instantly filling the air with a rich elixir fragrance. A round pill rolled within the furnace like a pearl, emitting a faint glow, as if imbued with infinite vitality.

A faint smile finally appeared on Shu Yinxian's face. This month's hard work had not been in vain. With a wave of her hand, she placed the Dragon Scale Yuan Gathering Pill into a specially made jade bottle and slowly walked out of the alchemy room.

Outside the gate, the elders and core disciples of the Bishui Sect had been waiting for a long time. Seeing the glow of the jade bottle in Immortal Shu Yin's hand, they knew that the Dragon Scale Gathering Yuan Pill had been successfully refined.

Everyone's faces lit up with joy as they stepped forward to pay their respects. "Congratulations, Sect Master, on coming out of seclusion."

Shu Yinxianzun's eyes flashed with a complex light. This was not only because of the successful refining of the elixir, but also because of the heavy responsibility behind this elixir.

"Master, the Dragon Scale Yuan Gathering Pill has been refined. What should we do next?" Jiuli Zhenjun stepped forward and asked respectfully.

Shu Yinxianzun nodded and said, "Pass the order down. Today, the Bishui Sect will not refuse any visitors. I will wait for that person to come and get the pill one day. If he doesn't come before sunset, even if I have the order, it will be useless."

"Also, I've prepared a batch of medicinal pills along the way. I'll go pack them up on the 15th and 16th. I'll also allocate a batch of medicinal herbs from the warehouse and send them to the Abyss and the Northern Territory respectively."

"During this emergency, I, the leader of the sect, do not need to come to greet you every day. You can just handle your affairs as usual."

"Tomorrow, I will go to the natural chasm myself."

As Shu Yinxianzun walked towards the conference room, she arranged everyone's next actions in an orderly manner. After listening to her, the disciples following her retreated one by one to do what she instructed.

When they arrived at their destination, the atmosphere in the hall was solemn and tense. Immortal Master Shu Yin ascended the throne and took the main seat, with the elders and core disciples flanking him. They reported on recent events while awaiting the arrival of the mysterious figure.

The sunlight outside the temple shifted inch by inch, and the sky gradually lost its scorching brightness and was instead filled with a warm and soft color.

Before the last trace of gold disappeared, a disciple hurriedly came to report, "Master, the one holding the ancestor's handwritten order has arrived outside the hall."

Shu Yinxianzun nodded slightly, signaling for the mysterious person to come in. She wanted to see for herself who was so bold.

He held the order from his ancestors and assigned her to make the elixir, but he was unwilling to reveal his true identity and acted like a ghost in her territory.

A mysterious man slowly entered the meeting hall. He was dressed in a large black cloak, completely covering his head and face, revealing only a pair of deep eyes. His steps were light, as if each step was treading on the void, making no sound at all.

Shu Yinxianzun's gaze was as sharp as a knife. She tried to see through the mysterious veil, but under her spiritual sense, the figure of the mysterious man was like a fog, making it impossible for her to glimpse his true face.

This made her even more alert. Everything in the world was transparent in her eyes. Anyone who could escape her spiritual detection was either someone with a cultivation level not much different from hers, or someone with a cultivation level higher than hers who was covering for him.

No matter what the situation is, the other party is definitely not an ordinary person.

Immortal Master Shu Yin now only knows that the other party belongs to the second type, and the rest needs to be further investigated.

The mysterious man stood in the center of the hall. His voice came from under his cloak, very hoarse: "Shu Yinxianzun, I am here to receive the Dragon Scale Gathering Yuan Pill by the order of my ancestors."

Shu Yinxianzun sat at the main seat. He didn't respond immediately. His eyes flashed with a sharp light, pointing directly at the mysterious man like a sword. "Where is the warrant?"

Her voice was calm, yet filled with unquestionable authority.

The mysterious man reached out from his cloak, holding an ancient hand order. With a gentle wave, the hand order slowly flew towards Shu Yinxianzun.

Immortal Shu Yin reached out to take it, and after confirming it, he snorted coldly, his eyes as cold as ice. "Although the warrant is genuine, your identity is questionable. How can I easily hand over the Dragon Scale Gathering Yuan Pill to someone with unknown origins?"

The mysterious man was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Although my identity cannot be revealed, I can guarantee that I will use the Dragon Scale Yuan Gathering Pill to fight against the demons and protect the peace of the Tianque Realm."

There was a hint of determination in his voice. Shu Yinxianzun's eyes became sharper. She said coldly, "A matter of justice? How can you prove it?"

The mysterious man took a deep breath, then slowly extended his hand, revealing a crystal-clear jade slip. With another gentle wave, the slip flew slowly towards Immortal Master Shu Yin.

"This is the location and time of the Abyss Demons' upcoming attack, as well as the distribution of their forces." The mysterious man's voice was filled with a hint of determination. "This is the sincerity I can offer."

Immortal Shu Yin took the jade slip and quickly scanned it with her immortal consciousness, confirming the authenticity of the information. Her brows raised slightly, it seemed that the mysterious person was not completely insincere.

"Alright, I'll trust you for now." Shu Yinxianzun's voice was a little relaxed. "But the Dragon Scale Yuan Gathering Pill can even repair the opponent's soul as long as he is still alive. I must ensure that it is not used for evil purposes."

The mysterious man nodded in understanding, lowering his posture slightly and explaining, "I requested this pill to save those who follow the righteous path."

Shu Yin Xianzun studied him for a moment, then gently waved her hand. A beam of light flew out from her sleeve, revealing the jade bottle containing the Dragon Scale Yuan Gathering Pill. "This pill is a treasure of our Bishui Sect. I hope you will use it wisely." Shu Yin Xianzun's voice carried a hint of warning.

The mysterious man took the jade bottle, looked at Immortal Master Shu Yin deeply, then turned and left, his figure gradually disappearing into the shadows of the hall.

Shu Yinxianzun watched the mysterious man leave, a glint in her eyes. Although she couldn't fully discern the mysterious man's identity, she could confirm that the information on the jade slip was true.

"Strengthen the sect's vigilance and keep a close eye on the demons' movements," Shu Yinxianzun ordered. "At the same time, continue investigating the origins of this mysterious individual. I want to know who he is."

The disciples of the Bishui Sect took the order and left, and the entire sect became busy again.

Immortal Master Shu Yin fell into deep thought. Perhaps, the struggle in the dark had just begun, and the delivery of the Dragon Scale Yuan Dan was only the prelude to this struggle.

After the mysterious man left the Bishui Sect, he quickly disappeared into a dense forest.

A complex light flickered in his eyes. The Dragon Scale Yuan Gathering Pill in his hand was his bargaining chip in his deal with the demons. He had to act with caution and not let anyone know his true identity.

He gently stroked the jade bottle in his hand, feeling the powerful force contained within it.

Then, his figure gradually disappeared into the depths of the dense forest, as if he had never appeared.

The mysterious man's figure quickly shuttled through the dense forest. He knew that the Bishui Sect's spies were everywhere, and he had to leave Dongzhou as soon as possible.

His figure was like a ghost, appearing and disappearing in the woods. Every time he appeared, his appearance and breath were different, making him elusive.

He first disguised himself as a traveling merchant and blended into a caravan, and then transformed himself into a wandering Taoist priest and mingled with the crowd.

Every time he changed his identity, he would choose the least noticeable character to cover his tracks. As night fell, the mysterious man took a rest in a hidden cave.

He took out a bronze mirror from his arms, which was a magical tool that could reflect the position of the tracker.

Several blurry figures appeared in the mirror, searching everywhere but unable to locate the mysterious man. The mysterious man sneered, put away the mirror, and continued his escape.

He knew that these trackers were the elite of the Shadow Hall, but the real masters were still behind. He had to remain vigilant and not relax at all.

The next day, the mysterious man arrived at a bustling market. The place was bustling with people, with monks and vendors mingling among them, making it the perfect place to hide. He disguised himself as an ordinary farmer, blending into the crowd. Later, he transformed himself into a peddler, hawking some worthless items.

At this moment, a monk in a black robe appeared at the other end of the market. His eyes were sharp, as if he was looking for something.

The mysterious man's heart tightened. The master of the Shadow Hall had arrived! He quickly packed up his stall and blended into the crowd. Then he transformed into an old man, leaning on a cane, and slowly left the market.

His figure appeared and disappeared in the crowd, and finally disappeared at the end of an alley.

After two days of escape, the mysterious man finally shook off his pursuers.

He came to the border of Zhongzhou, which was a desolate Gobi desert. Strong winds blew up sand and dust, covering the sky and the sun.

As night fell, the stars twinkled in the Zhongzhou sky, as if foreshadowing a coming storm. A mysterious figure stood on the Gobi Desert, his figure appearing particularly lonely in the wind and sand.

Once entering Zhongzhou, he would face even more severe challenges. Zhongzhou was the sphere of influence of Xuanling Sect, and it was full of people who knew him well.

He took a deep breath, tightened his cloak, and then stepped into the wind and sand. His figure was gradually swallowed by the wind and sand, leaving only a series of deep footprints to prove that he had been there.

The mysterious man took a deep breath, made a gesture to release a message, and then disappeared.

"Disappeared in Li'an?" The androgynous voice of the Shadow Hall leader sounded slowly, his eyes fixed on the water mirror in front of him, in which was reflected a subordinate who was respectfully reporting the news.

"Yes! After entering Li'an, this person changed his identity three times in succession and has now completely disappeared." The subordinate's tone was a little nervous.

The hall master frowned slightly and uttered a sigh of relief, "Tsk, this guy is truly cunning! Li'an City is located at the junction of three states. Do you think he's headed to Zhongzhou, Qingzhou, or... is he still hiding in Dongzhou?"

Faced with the questions raised by the hall master, the subordinate did not respond.

The hall master didn't seem to mind his subordinates' silence, analyzing to himself, "Sword cultivators... Zhongzhou has always been a gathering place for sword masters. Two-thirds of you will go to Zhongzhou, and the rest will go to Qingzhou. If you dare to stay in Dongzhou, I will personally investigate!"

As the Hall Master finished speaking, the Shadow Hall's orders spread like lightning. For a moment, the entire border of the three states seemed enveloped by a vast, invisible web, and a thrilling manhunt began.

The mysterious man's figure has disappeared in the vast Gobi Desert, but he knows that this chase game is far from over.

Yet, he possessed a profound cultivation, a formidable warrior forged through battles with demons in the abyss. His steps were firm and swift in the wind and sand, each step deftly avoiding the encroaching sandstorm. His figure loomed in the night, seemingly blending seamlessly with the surroundings.

His target was a hidden place in Zhongzhou, where he had a secret base with elixirs to save people, a place that was little known even to those within the Xuanling Sect.

Two days later, the mysterious man cleverly avoided all possible pursuits, and even the masters of the Shadow Hall found it difficult to track him.

His figure was like a ghost, sometimes appearing in the caravan, sometimes disappearing in the wilderness, each time elusive. Finally, he arrived at a hidden valley in Zhongzhou, protected by an ancient formation, making it difficult for outsiders to discover.

He moved with ghostly speed, his footsteps light and graceful as he moved through the complex formations. Those seemingly intricate and ever-changing runes and lines seemed nothing more than simple puzzles to him.

His hands danced, spells emanating frequently, each movement precise and flawless, as if practiced countless times. After a moment, with a final flash of light, the formation quietly dissipated, and the scene before him suddenly opened up, revealing a quiet path.

Walking along the path, you will find yourself surrounded by green mountains on both sides, shaded by trees, with birds singing and flowers blooming, which makes you feel particularly relaxed. Walking further, you will reach the entrance of the valley.

As I stepped into the valley, I was overwhelmed by a strong spiritual energy, as if I were immersed in a sea of spiritual energy. The interior of the valley was actually a different world, with breathtaking scenery.

In the distance, towering peaks rise, shrouded in mist. Nearby, a stream gurgles, crystal clear, with fish swimming in the water. Within the valley, exotic flowers and plants grow everywhere, emitting a captivating fragrance. Such a perfect environment is undoubtedly a sacred place for cultivation.

After passing through a dense forest, he saw an ancient stone chamber. He quickened his pace and walked into the chamber. He saw that the interior was simply decorated. In the center was a stone bed, and on the bed lay a man.

Although he was unconscious, his weak but steady breathing and normal vital signs indicated that he was not in immediate danger. At this moment, the figure shrouded in mystery slowly stepped forward and gently removed the black veil from his face.

When that face was fully revealed, if there were other people present, they would definitely scream in shock. This mysterious person was actually the famous Xuan Su Zhenjun of Lingxiao Peak of Xuanling Sect!

At this moment, True Lord Xuansu should be in the abyss battlefield, engaged in a fierce battle with the demons. What on earth caused him to suddenly leave the abyss and appear in this valley?

His gaze fell once again on the man on the stone bed. Even in his unconscious state, his unparalleled beauty could not be concealed. A closer look revealed an elegant demeanor and handsome features, a look of a banished immortal.

This is the former Grand Elder of Xuanling Sect - Immortal Master Mengze, who is also the master of True Lord Xuansu.

Recalling the past, Immortal Master Mengze once participated in the struggle for the position of Sect Master three hundred years ago, but unfortunately he was ultimately defeated by the younger Immortal Master Jiyun. Now, this once powerful figure lies quietly here, his life or death uncertain, which is truly a cause for regret.