Immortality and Cultivation: This old man seeks enlightenment through mere survival.

“Not bad, it seems Brother Lu also remembers that old Taoist Yin Fu.”

Chang Qing nodded and continued:

"The so-called good and evil cannot coexist."

In fact, the Demon Spear Sect and the Purple Cloud Temple share a border.

They had been at odds for years, and their resentment had long been building up.

The disciples were constantly fighting amongst themselves, often turning on each other to the death over issues of resources and ideologies.

It just hasn't escalated to the point of a major sect war yet...

After Yin Fu Lao Dao betrayed Zi Xiao Guan, he had already secretly colluded with the Demon Spear Sect.

He deliberately showed up at the auction to attract the attention of the Zixiao Temple.

After the auction, Zhang Tianshi of Zixiao Temple, along with three elders, attempted to ambush Yin Fu Laodao.

But they never expected to be ambushed by the Demon Spear Cult.

That battle was incredibly fierce.

Two Foundation Establishment elders of Zixiao Temple died on the spot.

Only Zhang Tianshi and another elder, both seriously injured, escaped back to Zixiao Temple.

This matter caused quite a stir back then.

It took two years for the problem to gradually subside...

Lu Zaian couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

I never expected that such a major event would happen during the two years I was in seclusion for foundation building in the watery marshland.

At this moment, Yang Ying, who was standing to the side, also chimed in.

"Friction between Foundation Establishment factions is generally kept within the scope of Qi Refining disciples below them."

The last large-scale battle at the Foundation Establishment stage was probably the massacre of the Spirit Medicine Valley five years ago in the Black Soil Mountains...

I heard that the plan to ambush Zixiao Temple was orchestrated by Yan Kuangge, the young master of the Demon Spear Cult.

Yan Kuangge is only thirty-six years old, yet he is already in the early stage of Foundation Establishment, which is comparable to us older generation cultivators.

Moreover, he is ruthless and exceptionally talented. Under his leadership, the Demon Spear Sect will likely be difficult for the Purple Cloud Temple to deal with…”

After hearing their explanations, Lu Zaian finally understood.

No wonder both Zixiao Temple and Demon Spear Sect are trying to win over this Foundation Establishment cultivator.

So it turns out there's an imminent sect war... You'd be happy to recruit even one more fighter, right?

However, Lu Zaian is not stupid.

The shadow of being forced to join the Valley of Spirit Medicine in the Black Soil Mountains hasn't faded yet...

If I hadn't escaped quickly, I probably would have perished along with the Spirit Medicine Valley long ago.

Now you're pulling this stunt on yourself?

That was because Lu Zaian, being a Qi Refining cultivator, had no right to resist.

Now, Lu Zaian himself is a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and he is absolutely safe in the Desolate Swamp City.

Even if the other party uses a Core Formation spiritual item to bewitch Lu Zaian.

Lu Zaian will not waver in the slightest.

I don't care if you fight to the death.

It would be best if they all died completely.

Don't disturb my peaceful cultivation.

However, that's what Lu Zaian thought in his heart.

However, two Foundation Establishment cultivators from the other side also came to visit in person.

I still have to step in myself to get rid of them.

Lu Zaian stood up and cupped his hands in greeting to the two of them.

"I'm so sorry, Brother Yang and Brother Chang, I'll be right back."

Mr. Lu needed to make it clear to them that he did not want to be involved in any conflict…

"Haha, Brother Lu, I'll go with you and join in the fun."

Yang Ying also stood up and smiled.

He also wanted to see what treasures the Zixiao Temple and the Demon Spear Sect could offer to invite Lu Zai'an.

Chang Qing also got up, indicating that he should go and join in the fun.

.........

Spring and Autumn Pavilion, the reception room.

Two groups of people sat on opposite sides, clearly separated, drinking tea.

The group on the left were all dressed in Taoist robes, and the leader was none other than the resolute-looking Taoist Chixiao.

At this moment, however, a hint of worry lingered between his brows, and he occasionally sipped his tea to conceal his anxiety.

While drinking tea, Daoist Chixiao glanced across at the person opposite him.

The group on the right were all dressed in black, their postures ramrod straight like spears.

The leader was a thin, middle-aged man with golden eyes.

Yan Sha – the Golden Spear Deacon of the Demon Spear Cult, whose name reflects his bloodlust.

A hint of apprehension flashed subtly in the eyes of Daoist Chixiao, and he asked the maid beside him.

"Hasn't your sect leader arrived yet? Is this how he treats his guests?"

"Heh heh, old man Chixiao, what's your hurry?"

Is this the attitude you get when you come to ask for help?

Or are you... afraid that people will look down on your Zixiao Temple?

Yan Sha on the other side let out a hoarse sneer, his face full of merciless mockery.

In fact, it doesn't matter to the Demon Spear Cult whether or not they can win over Lu Zaian.

They don't really lack the combat power of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Can achieve the best.

No... then the purpose of this trip was merely to disgust the Zixiao Temple.

"You! ... Hmph, you talk as if your Demon Spear Cult's name is any good?"

They still ignore you!

As soon as Daoist Chixiao spoke, Yan Sha's golden eyes darkened.

A somber atmosphere was brewing in the hall.

Xu Yan'er, who was pouring tea, felt her heart tremble and barely managed to keep her arms from shaking.

Just as she was wondering how to explain it...

Suddenly, Lu Zaian's weathered voice came from behind.

Like a gentle breeze, it swept away the tense and solemn atmosphere in the hall.

Lu Zaian, dressed in a light blue cloak with flowing sleeves, arrived at the front of the hall.

With a slight smile on his face, he cupped his hands and greeted the people from the Demon Spear Sect and the Purple Cloud Temple.

"I am but an unknown cultivator. How could I possibly deserve such a personal invitation from you two?"

I am truly flattered... Please forgive any shortcomings in my manners..."

See people talking, see ghosts talking.

Lu Zaian would not join either side, but he also did not want to offend them.

"Hmph, let's not beat around the bush."

Fellow Daoist Lu, I have come here to invite you to join the Zixiao Temple.

My Zixiao Temple has a profound foundation, and as long as you are willing, all kinds of foundation-building resources are available for your use.

There are also many powerful and profound Taoist techniques that can be cultivated.

With members of the Demon Spear Cult present, Daoist Chixiao was unwilling to get bogged down in details and went straight to the point.

He believed that Lu Zaian, as a rogue cultivator, should know the significance of these high-level inheritances.

"Hehe... So, can the Mother-Child Yin Thunder Talisman also be cultivated?"

Just then, Yan Sha's sarcastic voice rang out from the side.

Lu Zaian couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Good grief, how can you be so two-faced?

He hadn't even had a chance to refuse Daoist Chixiao.

As a result, Yan Sha interrupted first.

The biggest reason why Zixiao Temple has fallen to its current state is that it produced a traitor who practiced the Mother-Child Yin Thunder Talisman.

You even asked someone to their face if they could practice the Mother-Child Yin Thunder Talisman?

You're just rubbing salt into the wound, aren't you?

Sure enough, when the Crimson Cloud Daoist was hit where it hurt, he opened his eyes wide in anger, and crimson lightning flashed in his eyes, crackling loudly.

"Yan Sha, do you want to start a fight right now?"

"Hmph, I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

Yan Sha was naturally unafraid. His aura exploded, and a golden spear was reflected in his golden eyes, thrusting straight out with a sharp and menacing edge.