Immortals Step into Heaven

A moment later, Master Tianshui slowly cast his gaze towards the location of the Withered Wood Sect. His gaze was as solid as a substance, as if it could penetrate space and see everything within. His voice was calm, yet filled with an undeniable authority. He asked, "Did the Withered Wood Sect below have any gains?" The voice echoed through the hall, deafening like a bell, sending a chill through everyone's heart.

Everyone's expressions changed slightly when they heard Master Tianshui's words. They couldn't help but wonder, why hadn't the hundred-year-old elixir been traded? Could it be that the Nascent Soul Patriarch, Master Tianshui, didn't value the hundred-year-old elixir? This thought spread like a stone dropped into a calm lake, spreading rapidly through everyone's minds. The Jindan-stage elders from various sects were startled upon hearing this, then a surge of uncontrollable joy surged. In the eyes of these Jindan-stage cultivators, the hundred-year-old elixir was an invaluable cultivation resource, a tremendous aid to their cultivation. If the Nascent Soul Patriarch truly disdained it, then they would have a chance to obtain it. Their eyes flickered with anticipation, and they exchanged meaningful glances, as if secretly plotting something.

The cultivators of the Deadwood Sect were horrified when they heard Master Tianshui's question. They knew full well that there was no chance of escape from Master Tianshui. They exchanged glances, their eyes filled with helplessness and anxiety. They could only steel themselves and prepare for the impending situation. Their hands unconsciously clenched their storage bags, as if they held not elixirs but their very lives.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the cultivators of the Withered Wood Sect exchanged glances, then reluctantly pulled out their spiritual herbs and treasures from their storage bags. Suddenly, the hall was ablaze with spiritual light, and the air was filled with the aroma of medicinal herbs. After searching, they had gathered nearly a hundred hundred-year-old spiritual herbs, which emanated a faint glow and a faint aroma, adding a unique touch to the already tense atmosphere. The elder from the Withered Wood Sect, who had achieved perfect foundation building, solemnly produced two thousand-year-old spiritual herbs. The appearance of the thousand-year-old herbs drew the surrounding spiritual energy, causing subtle fluctuations and forming visible spiritual patterns that moved through the air like serpents.

Master Shura had initially maintained a calm demeanor, but when his eyes fell upon the two thousand-year-old spiritual herbs, his face instantly lit up with joy. His once calm gaze was now filled with a fiery desire. He could not help but declare, "I want this thousand-year-old spiritual herb." With that, he quickly pulled two magical artifacts from his storage. They shimmered with light, clearly exceptional items. One radiated a fiery flame, like a burning spiritual fire, while the other shone with a cool, cold light, like arctic ice. Master Shura continued, "I will not take advantage of you, the younger generation. These two magical artifacts are yours." With a gentle wave of his hand, the two artifacts soared out like streams of light, tracing two brilliant arcs through the air before landing steadily in front of the Deadwood Sect cultivator. As the two artifacts landed, a gentle rumbling sound seemed to betray their extraordinary qualities.

The old man from the Deadwood Sect, who had reached the Perfect Foundation Establishment stage, was instantly overjoyed when he saw the two magical weapons flying towards him. He knew full well that within the Foundation Establishment stage, magical weapons held immense power. If he possessed two magical weapons, he would be treated with respect and courtesy by everyone he encountered in the future. After all, magical weapons were no ordinary possessions. Only cultivators at the Golden Core stage and above, relying on their profound spiritual power and mastery of alchemy and weapon-refining techniques, could successfully forge them. Their quality and power were countless times greater than those of ordinary spiritual weapons. Possessing a magical weapon practically allowed him to roam freely in the Foundation Establishment stage. His face was filled with an excited smile that threatened to burst, his eyes filled with longing and anticipation for the future.

The old man from the Deadwood Sect joyfully accepted the two magical treasures. After carefully examining them, he quickly held the Millennium Elixir in both hands and respectfully presented it to Master Shura, as if he was afraid Master Shura would change his mind. His steps were slightly hurried, and he leaned forward slightly, his eyes filled with awe and flattery.

After the transaction between the two was successfully completed, Master Tianshui raised his eyes slightly and slowly cast his gaze towards the cultivators from the four sects of Yunlan Country. He said in a calm but unquestionable tone: "The cultivators from Yunlan Country, please show us what you have gained from this trip." This voice rang out again in the hall, causing the cultivators from the four sects of Yunlan Country to feel nervous.

Upon hearing this, the cultivators from the four sects, though reluctant, dared not disobey and silently pulled out items from their storage bags. The amount of spiritual herbs they pulled out was considerable: over two hundred hundred-year-old spiritual herbs combined, including a precious thousand-year-old one. The pile of hundred-year-old herbs exuded a rich, fragrant aroma, like a sea of ​​fragrant aroma. The thousand-year-old herb, on its own, emanated an even more powerful aura, standing out like a crane among chickens. Additionally, there were several low-grade magical artifacts retrieved from the secret vault. These artifacts varied in style, some radiating a cold light like unsheathed blades, while others bore faint runes, seemingly revealing ancient secrets. Finally, there were precious jade slips, such as the "Secret Book of Spiritual Fire." These slips shone with a faint, ethereal glow, seemingly imbued with endless wisdom and mysteries.

The three Nascent Soul cultivators stood proudly, their gazes slowly sweeping over the harvest presented by the four sects. They shook their heads, expressions filled with disappointment and disdain. Among the harvest was a single thousand-year-old spiritual herb, and this single thousand-year-old spiritual herb had surprisingly been provided by Xu Wen and his group. Zheng Yuan seemed to sense the awkward atmosphere. After a moment's hesitation, he silently took out the dozen or so spiritual herbs he had initially acquired and placed them among the harvest. However, in the eyes of the three Nascent Soul cultivators, this still seemed shabby.

The three Nascent Soul cultivators' gazes then fell on several low-grade magical treasures, their eyes lost interest in them in an instant, as if they were looking at mundane street objects. Then, their eyes were fixed on the faintly glowing "Spiritual Fire Secret Book." Master Tianshui raised his hand lightly, and the secret book flew straight into his hand like an obedient bird.