The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

At this moment, a crackling sound came from the alchemy furnace.

Yao Lao immediately turned around and stared at the pills in the furnace, his old face flushed by the fire.

Finally, the elixir in the center of the alchemy furnace gradually took shape and eventually condensed into a golden square elixir.

Yao Lao waved his hand, and the pill instantly flew out of the furnace and landed on his palm.

He placed the pills in a rosewood box and handed it to Xuan Yuran.

"Little Firewood, hand it over to the eldest master personally."

Xuan Yuran sighed, turned around and hurriedly walked out of the alchemy room. If he didn't leave, he felt that he would be chopped like wood.

When Xuan Yuran walked into Tang Yixin's study, Tang Yixin was looking at something in his hand, which looked like three wooden signs.

When he saw Xuan Yuran coming in, he quickly put away the three wooden signs, with a faint smile on his lips.

Xuan Yuran looked away slightly, pretending not to see it.

What is this wooden sign?

So mysterious?

Xuan Yuran knocked on the door just now, but Tang Yixien was too preoccupied with his thoughts and didn't hear it.

"Is the pill ready?"

"Well, all right."

Xuan Yuran solemnly placed the rosewood box on the table in front of Tang Yixin.

Tang Yixien's eyes showed a hint of joy. When he was about to open it, his eyes fell on Xuan Yuran and he stopped.

"Xuanwu, are you feeling unwell?"

He noticed Xuan Yuran's pale face.

"I'm fine. Maybe I didn't sleep well last night." Xuan Yuran replied quickly with a smile, sincerity in his eyes.

"Well. Then go back and rest. If I had known you were not feeling well, I wouldn't have asked you to get the elixir."

"Master, I'm fine." After Xuan Yuran said this, he bowed and walked out of the study.

He wanted to leave quickly. He was so tired that he could hardly hold on any longer. The fire he had just started had consumed too much of his demonic power.

Tang Yixin gently opened the rosewood box, took out the antidote, and held it in his hand. The small cube shone with a golden luster.

He finally got the antidote to unlock his spiritual power, and he felt a little excited.

Put it in your mouth.

So hard, so choking!

He didn't understand why this top-level elixir was in the shape of a cube.

This really tests your voice.

He quickly drank three sips of water before he could swallow the antidote.

"Ding...."

The sound of the Youyou system going online flashed quickly in my mind.

"It has been detected that the host has successfully obtained a detoxification pill."

"Three thousand reward points."

"A set of sword manuals will be randomly dropped."

Tang Yixin only felt that a force seemed to come alive in his dantian, and in an instant it filled his limbs and bones.

The stagnant feeling of the spiritual root dissipated instantly.

It's like drinking a really strong American coffee.

His mind was instantly awakened.

So this is the feeling of having abundant spiritual energy. This is the first time Tang Yixin has felt the feeling of being a cultivator since he came into the book.

"Congratulations to the host for successfully advancing to the early stage of Golden Core." Youyou's voice was filled with joy.

Tang Yixien was delighted, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose with joy.

Everyone wants to become stronger, even if they are only in the early stage of Golden Core.

Now his three disciples are all in the late Jindan stage.

However, Tang Yixin has a wind-type spiritual root that is rare in a thousand years, which is almost never seen among cultivators.

The wind-type spiritual root is extremely powerful and has invisible destructive force.

When his spiritual roots were just detected, Tang Yuncang was overjoyed and invited hundreds of immortal families to a banquet, which lasted for three days and three nights.

It was also because of this that Tang Yuncang was extremely disappointed after Tang Yixin lost all his cultivation.

Now, his spiritual roots have finally recovered.

He tried to stretch out his right hand, call upon his spiritual power, and a strong wind gradually swirled around his palm.

He moved his palm, and there was a loud bang, and the table shattered to the ground.

Tang Yixien raised his eyebrows.

This is the only decent table he has, and it was given to him by Tang Yuncang last time just to save his face.

Tang Yixin's phoenix eyes drooped slightly, making him look a little pitiful.

"Host, take it easy. You have just recovered your spiritual power and need to adapt slowly." Youyou reminded.

In the following days, Tang Yixien rarely left the villa.

Apart from his disciples' morning practice, he was almost always practicing.

He was particularly curious about controlling the wind-type spiritual roots, for example, he could create a gust of wind in an instant.

Although he didn't know yet what the use of this was.

The early stage of Jindan made him feel much more energetic.

It was not until Tang Yixin was able to basically control his spiritual power that he had time to take care of his three disciples.

Sheng Qingye has been on the verge of making a scene lately.

Maybe it was because the fish he grilled last time was not grilled well.

So, he practiced grilling fish in the yard at night.

The aroma of grilled fish always wafts from the disciples' villa.

The Tang family is very particular. They raise koi fish in the small river in the courtyard for viewing only.

As a result, he caught them all and made them into grilled fish.

The fish he grilled became more and more fragrant, and you could smell the aroma of the grilled fish when you passed by Biling Villa.

But he never gave it to other disciples.

This aroused even more public outrage, but he was Sheng Qingye, and almost no one dared to provoke him.

The day before yesterday, he grilled a fish and gave it to his master.

He didn't stop grilling the fish until he saw Tang Yixin finish the fish with satisfaction.

Tang Yixien once said that it would take half a year to determine the seniority of his disciples.

In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed.

During the morning training that day, Tang Yixin solemnly proposed to determine the seniority of the three disciples of Biling Peak today.

After the generation is determined, it will be engraved on the genealogy of the Tang family and announced to all the immortal families.

After hearing this, Sheng Qingye's eyes suddenly lit up. He had finally waited for this moment, and he was going to be the eldest senior brother.

He looked at Jin Xiaoxiao beside him, with a slight smile on his face.

Jin Xiaoxiao just smiled faintly.

"It's still uncertain who the eldest brother is."

Xuan Yuran fiddled with the talisman in his hand. He never thought of becoming the eldest senior brother.

Tang Yixien stood opposite the three of them, wearing a light green gauze gown, with long legs and a narrow waist. He was as bright as a flower, and had an even sharper and more outstanding aura than before.

He said with a bit of seriousness,

"Master said before that the seniority will be ranked according to the credits, but in my opinion, the credits of the three of you are all the same for now."

The three of them looked at each other immediately.

"How about this, we draw lots to decide the generation."

.......

All three of them were slightly stunned.

"Master...Master, are you so casual?" Sheng Qingye was so surprised that he couldn't speak clearly.

Jin Xiaoxiao touched the handle of the fan to the tip of her nose with a smile.

His master is really interesting.

Tang Yixian took out three wooden signs from the box in front of him, held them up with one hand, and said lightly,

"Who draws first?"

Xuan Yuran recognized it at first glance and it was the wooden sign that he saw his master hiding last time.

It turned out that he had already thought of it and decided to use drawing lots to determine the seniority.

"I don't want to smoke. Let's just have a duel." Sheng Qingye resisted in a low voice.

His chains rattled against his hands.

"Master, let me draw first." Xuan Yuran said in a clear and tender voice.