Carrying the identifier from the interstellar to the world of immortal cultivation

Although he himself is a Nascent Soul cultivator, as the head of a clan, he has a lot of daily affairs to attend to. He can only cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage by finding time in the cracks. He really has no energy to study other skills.

Patriarch Qi's gaze wandered around the courtyard, finally landing on Kuang Wei. He smiled kindly and said, "Chebai, you've been a great help today. I will reward you handsomely! If you have any requests, please feel free to ask."

"Senior Changce, you are too polite. I am just doing my best!"

"Um... If you don't tell me, I will make the decision myself. I just don't know if you have any urgent matters right now?" The head of the Qi family passed by the thank you gift and asked the question knowing the answer.

They have been here for such a long time, it doesn't look like there is anything urgent.

"No." As expected, Kuang Wei replied.

"That's good, that's good. I want to ask Chebai to treat my boy. He was just seriously injured by Caiwei's pressure, and I'm really worried. You just saw the doctor from Taoye Manor, so I can only ask you to help take a look!"

Kuang Wei felt that it was a bit unfair to all the medical practitioners of Taoye Manor just because of a word from Master Caiwei.

However, there was no need for him to say anything more in front of Patriarch Qi. Even if he did, it would probably be useless. So he just replied, "Okay, I will go check on Fellow Daoist Qi's injuries now."

"I'm going too!" Shen Chijian hurriedly followed.

As they left, the head of the Qi family looked at the people in the courtyard and ordered: "Qi family disciples, go find the doctors in the other courtyard for treatment. The Qi family will cover the expenses. As for the Jinling Sect cultivators..."

Patriarch Qi paused slightly.

"Today's incident has proven to have nothing to do with the other courtyard's formation. Many of our Jinling Sect's disciples were injured due to the pressure from the Nascent Soul cultivators. Patriarch Qi should also know that our Jinling Sect is financially strapped. We are unable to provide treatment for our injured disciples. Alas, this is truly a disgraceful matter!"

It was as if Master Sansi could see through Patriarch Qi's thoughts. When Patriarch Qi paused for a moment, he dusted off his torn Taoist robe, stood up, bowed to Patriarch Qi, and sighed helplessly.

Having said that, if you still don’t understand what Master Sansi means, then all the years that Master Qi has been the head of the family have been in vain.

He looked at the disciples of Jinling Sect. Were there many injured?

Although some of them looked nervous, some were pale, and some were looking around, but with his eyesight, he could see without using his spiritual sense that even though some of these people's spiritual energy was not stable or even overdrawn seriously, their injuries were not too serious, at least not comparable to his son's.

He wanted to ignore it, after all, it was not him who hurt anyone with his intimidation. But facing the open look of Master Sansi who was poor, he found it difficult to say the excuse.

"Forget it, it won't cost many spirit stones, so I'll just do a good deed today and accumulate blessings for my son!"

With a sigh in his heart, the head of the Qi family suppressed his reluctance and waved his hand, saying: "Golden Spirit Sect cultivators, each will be compensated with 100 spirit stones!"

Once he gave the order, the Qi family monks would naturally carry it out.

After Patriarch Qi finished his instructions, he glanced at Liu Chengzhou who was standing in the courtyard and asked, "Little friend Liu, do you want to return to the Danfu Sect?"

Liu Chengzhou looked up at him, his eyes slightly fixed, and his expression seemed a little confused.

Sui An noticed that there seemed to be a thin layer of frost on Liu Chengzhou's eyebrows and eyelashes.

The head of the Qi family also noticed this change when he looked up. He frowned slightly and reached out to feel Liu Chengzhou's pulse. After a moment, he withdrew his hand and said to a clerk, "Take him to the medical practitioner quickly. The cold poison has already spread from his spiritual roots into his dantian. If he is not treated, he will turn into an ice sculpture."

Watching the servant disciple lead Liu Chengzhou away, Patriarch Qi sighed. Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he quickly instructed the servant disciple, "If the doctors in the other courtyard can't handle this, go and ask Kuang Chebai to come in! But wait until he treats the Fourth Young Master."

"Disciple understands, Patriarch, don't worry!" Patriarch Qi withdrew his gaze after hearing the response from the errand disciple.

The cultivators of Jinling Sect looked at each other, thinking that it was time for them to say goodbye. Although most of them still had not figured out the relationship between the Jade Floss Grass pill and the Ten Thousand Pills Guixin Formation, and why the Ten Thousand Pills Guixin Formation would attack its owner after taking the Yuqing Pill containing Jade Floss Grass, since both True Lord Caiwei and Patriarch Qi said that it had nothing to do with the formation, they naturally would not ask any more questions. If they had any doubts, they could go back and ask other fellow disciples. Even if True Lord Sansi and True Lord Langping could not answer them, they could wait until Shen Chijian went to the sect to preach and then ask him.

However, Master Sansi never said goodbye. As a junior in the sect, they naturally had to listen to the elders' decisions since they were here, so everyone had no choice but to wait.

However, Master Lang Ping was suddenly summoned from another place. He was questioned and ordered to check the formation. Now that he had finally proved that there was no problem with the formation, no one took the initiative to greet him. Naturally, he was very unhappy.

However, he was facing cultivators from the Danfu Sect and the Qi Family, and they were Nascent Soul cultivators whose cultivation was far higher than his. Even if he was unhappy in his heart, he had to endure it. As for the Jinling Sect, if the one who came today was the Jinling Sect's leader, Zhenren Jingxu, or Zhenren Lanjin, they would have taken the initiative to exchange a few polite words with him in this situation.

But the person who came happened to be Master Sansi, who had always been the most impatient with these things, so when Master Langping had the chance, he bowed and said goodbye to the head of the Qi family, then stepped on the flying sword without saying a word, and suddenly flew high into the sky, turning into a beam of light and disappearing into the sky.

Yu Yuanqi, Song Chunchi and others wanted to say goodbye to him, but before they could get close, they were shocked by the spiritual energy wave brought about by the rising flying sword and could not move forward.

Several people looked at each other, and Yu Yuanqi sighed, "Senior Lang Ping must be angry!"

Song Chunchi said: "This is not our fault, Senior Lang Ping is very reasonable..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a "snort" from Sansi Zhenren beside him. Everyone looked at him. Sansi Zhenren glanced at them and said, "The fact that he's giving you a cold shoulder shows that he's not reasonable."

The Jinling Sect monks: Uncle Master's words make sense, but we can't seem to agree with them...

Just then, a errand disciple from the Qi family came jogging over.

He walked up to Master Sansi, bowed to him, and handed him a storage bag. "Senior Sansi, this is the compensation the Patriarch ordered for the Jinling Sect."

Master Sansi took the storage bag, probed his spiritual sense, and quickly scanned the faces of all the disciples of the Jinling Sect.

"Master, there are fifteen people here in total."

Song Chunchi immediately understood what his master meant, and without waiting for him to finish reading, he reported to him the number of Jinling Sect monks present.

"Senior, the Patriarch said that the extra spirit stones here are compensation for your trouble in making this trip."

After hearing the respectful and polite words from the errand disciple, Master Sansi immediately became happy. With a movement of his spiritual consciousness, he moved some of the spirit stones in the storage bag into his own storage bag, and then threw the storage bag directly to Song Chunchi.

"Here are exactly 1,500 spirit stones. According to Patriarch Qi's instructions, each of you will get 100 spirit stones. Divide them among you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for everyone's reaction, he released his flying sword and was about to step forward.

"Master, where are you going now?" Song Chunchi took the storage bag and shouted hurriedly.

"The sect still has a lot of things waiting for me. If I don't go back, you can help me do it!" Sansi Zhenren replied without turning his head, and stepped onto the flying sword. The moment the flying sword took off, he glanced back and sighed, "I didn't expect you to have established your foundation. You're only one year away. What a loss!"

After he finished speaking, he flew up his sword and turned into a not-so-fast ray of light, gradually moving away from the sight of the cultivators.