This immortal has a lot of rebelliousness

The mountain wind was howling and extremely cold.

He stood in front of the thatched hut and waited for a long time, but Zhang Xianling did not come out to greet him.

Wang Qi couldn't help but frown, and his little patience was gone in an instant.

"You ignorant youngster, you have such a big temper!"

His eyes were filled with malice.

Wang Qi flew into a rage on the spot, angrily scolding, "I am your elder, in charge of the important affairs of the sect's alchemy room. Now, I have come here on the orders of the Sect Master to find you, yet you dare to shut yourself up and refuse to see me? Such arrogance and presumption, no matter how talented you are, is nothing more than a rude and scoundrel!"

"Good guy..."

Unexpectedly.

Zhang Xianling's exclamation came from not far away. He had just walked out of the mountains, with his hands behind his back, looking slow and unhurried.

"I've long heard that Master Wang is an expert in the art of alchemy. He can't stand even the slightest injustice. He's great at making a big deal out of small matters, and his skill at exaggerating things has already reached a state of perfection..."

There was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Xianling walked to the thatched cottage with a calm demeanor. He lifted his foot and gently hooked it, picking up the hoe that had fallen in the medicinal field. With a deep gaze, he teased, "Seeing you today, it's true that your reputation is well-deserved!"

"you!?"

His face was full of wrinkles and trembling.

The old man in front of the thatched cottage was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but what Zhang Xianling said was all true, and he even cursed without using any dirty words, which made him speechless for a moment.

Because he is good at alchemy and has a good relationship with the headmaster Situ Zhong.

Wang Qi has always been quite prestigious in the "Junzitang". He is known for his revenge and almost no one dares to offend him easily.

Unexpectedly, I met Zhang Xianling, such an articulate and ruthless man.

"Forget it, business is more important. I won't bother with a brat like you..."

He pondered for a moment.

Wang Qi took a deep breath, but then, contrary to his usual attitude, he put on airs and announced, "I hereby issue a decree to the sect leader. My disciple Zhang Xianling has a steadfast heart and has won my heart. I will reward him with three hundred spirit stones, a piece of cicada silk brocade robe, and a yellow-grade storage magic weapon, the 'Sword Gourd'!"

Say it.

The servants behind him hurried forward and respectfully raised the purple gold tray in their arms high.

He raised his eyebrows.

Zhang Xianling remained calm on the surface, but secretly glanced at him from a distance, feeling a little confused.

The crystal clear spirit stones piled together reflect a dark and deep light.

These things are the hard currency of the Three Realms and Four Continents. They contain the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and can be used for absorption and refining, and can also be used as currency for transactions.

Three hundred pieces is already a huge fortune for Junzitang.

What Zhang Xianling cared about most was the red gourd.

The yellow-grade storage magic weapon has its own world inside. After refining it, one can freely store and retrieve personal belongings, which is exactly what he lacks now.

"Zhang Xianling, this is the master's respect for you. Others don't get this treatment..."

His eyes are as bright as a torch.

Wang Qi narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Why don't you kneel down and thank me?"

As the saying goes, those who show kindness without any purpose are either treacherous or thieves...

Zhang Xianling knew very well that there is no free lunch in the world, not to mention that Situ Zhong, this old fox, never does anything without profit.

Just yesterday, he gave himself the honor of being the chief of the sequence, and now he is sending people to deliver these things non-stop.

The frequency is a bit too frequent, and I don’t know what the old man’s intentions are.

But the benefits are right in front of him, so there is no reason to be afraid of the other party. For Zhang Xianling, "Junzitang" is just a temporary place to stay anyway.

Once he has gained his footing, he will leave this godforsaken place.

At that time, even Situ Zhong wouldn’t be able to do anything to me!

"I've accepted the things..."

He took up the "Sword Gourd" first.

Zhang Xianling injected a trace of true energy into it on the spot and refined it in an instant. Then he waved his hand in the air and took the three hundred spirit stones and the cicada silk brocade clothes into his pocket.

"Please thank the headmaster for me. If there is nothing else, please return. This place in the back mountain is very desolate and there is nothing good to offer you!"

After getting the benefits, Zhang Xianling turned around and left.

The attitude is so cold and indifferent that it is outrageous, a typical example of ignoring people after pulling up their pants.

On the surface, he did not show any signs of his true intentions, but in fact, he completely ignored Wang Qi and others.

"Zhang Xianling!"

He suddenly took a step forward.

Wang Qi was so angry that he gritted his teeth. When had he ever been treated so badly in the sect?

"how......"

He turned around and glanced at the old man coldly.

Zhang Xianling's expression was calm as he asked, "Uncle Wang, is there anything else?"

All of a sudden.

Their eyes intertwined.

It was like the yin and yang sides that were incompatible with each other, and a strange and oppressive atmosphere burst out in the void.

"Qi Refining Great Perfection?! This kid is really not simple..."

He was slightly stunned and couldn't help muttering to himself.

Wang Qi's expression relaxed, and he suddenly remembered Situ Zhong's instructions before they set out. He turned around, suppressed his temper, and sneered, "The headmaster has ordered you to bathe, change clothes, and rest. You must come to the Wenyuan Pavilion to see him within three days. He has something important to discuss with you."

Close your eyes.

Wang Qi stroked his sleeve lightly, and reminded him with a half-smile: "I have already delivered the message. As for whether to go or not, that is your own business!"

Say it.

The old man in front of him no longer lingered.

He raised his hand and left on the spot with a group of confused servants behind him.

"Damn it, I'm afraid I can't stay in this 'Junzitang' any longer..."

Drooping eyelids.

Zhang Xianling looked helpless as he watched Wang Qi's team disappear on the horizon, with an unspoken bitter smile on his face.

His stunning success in the imperial examination brought him great rewards, but it also made Zhang Xianling the target of public criticism!

In fact.

"Junzitang" has never been a monolithic entity, and the factional struggles within the sect have never stopped.

In the past, Zhang Xianling was just a chores disciple who was ignored by everyone, so he could naturally keep himself out of trouble.

But now.

He has become a hot commodity in the eyes of all major factions by showing off his prowess in front of others.

Everyone, including the sect leader's own faction, wanted to win him over.

From now on, it will probably be impossible to continue to hang out freely in this third-rate sect.

"It doesn't matter. If the enemy comes, we will fight him. If the water comes, we will block it with earth..."

Zhang Xianling shrugged his shoulders, shook his head and sighed, "Let's see what tricks the old man is up to. I'll go to the Siku Library and take advantage of all the benefits of the Junzi Hall!"

The Siku Library is where the Junzi Hall stores various classics.

In addition to the magical skills, a large amount of literature has also been accumulated.

There might be clues about the "Linglong Qi Gathering Cauldron" among them.

Made up my mind.

Zhang Xianling no longer hesitated, and took out the set of "Cicada Silk Brocade Clothes" from the "Sword Gourd". After putting them on, he immediately walked towards the mountain gate.

same moment.

This paradise is located in the mountains, with various courtyards and pavilions built on the mountainside, one layer upon another.

From time to time, there were long sounds of Taoism, and a sense of auspiciousness rose.

This is the inner gate holy place of "Junzitang" - "Wenyuan Pavilion".

On top of the towering peak, a gorgeous dark red attic rises into the sky.

In the antique study.

Situ Zhong, with his white hair and youthful face, sat upright at the desk, his eyes fixed on the empty rice paper on the table. The servant beside him was trembling with fear as he was carefully grinding ink for him.

"How's it going?"

Pick up the brush beside you.

Situ Zhong stroked his beard and asked without looking up, "Did he accept the things?"

"I'll take it all..."

Standing in the study with his back bent.

Wang Qi's attitude was extremely respectful, and he changed the subject, "It's just that this kid is very arrogant. He didn't show any respect to us from beginning to end."

There was a pause.

Wang Qi looked at Situ Zhong with a sinister look and said meaningfully, "I'm afraid it's not that easy to control..."

A snap~~

Caught off guard.

One of the servants who was serving nearby accidentally overturned the inkstone on the table, smashing it to pieces on the spot.

"Exalted Immortal, have mercy on me!"

After a brief moment of astonishment.

The terrified maid immediately knelt on the ground, sweating profusely, and repeatedly explained: "I was careless for a moment, please show mercy..."

Most of these slaves were children from poor families in the surrounding villages and towns. They were not well fed and clothed, so they were sold to the "Junzitang" as slaves. Their status was even lower than that of menial disciples.

"Keep your head down..."

Condescending.

Situ Zhong remained expressionless throughout the entire process, his gaze as cold as a ghost messenger from the underworld. He whispered to his servant, "Don't look at me like that. Be obedient."

The tone was gentle, but filled with chilling murderous intent.

The maid in front of him narrowed her eyes and trembled all over. She had no choice but to slowly lower her head.

next moment--

Situ Zhong looked calm. He turned around and grabbed the servant's crown with his claws.

All of a sudden.

The servant's whole body was twitching, and crimson blood mist was madly rushing out of his seven orifices and bones, and was completely absorbed by Situ Zhong in one fell swoop.

It doesn't take a while.

There was only a shriveled corpse left on the ground, with its limbs twisted and no trace of life left.

"It is human nature to be arrogant and conceited because of one's talent. Just let it be..."

He waved his hand and created a gust of wind.

The dried corpse on the ground instantly turned into powder and dissipated into the void.

Situ Zhong rolled up his sleeves and began writing on the paper as if no one was around. A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He shook his head and pondered, "In the end, these ignorant young people who don't know their place are just tools to help us. Whether they respect their teachers or not is completely unimportant."

Hear the words.

Beads of sweat immediately appeared on Wang Qi's forehead. He could only clasp his hands together and bow respectfully to the other party repeatedly, not daring to breathe.

As for Situ Zhong, he continued to write on the paper as usual.

After a while.

Eight large characters written in a flamboyant style have already appeared on the huge piece of rice paper.

It turns out to be - use any means necessary to achieve immortality!