Published: February 24, 2025
Tan Yun remained composed, “I haven’t inquired about worldly matters for many years and have not heard of this person.”
“Master…” Shen Subing gazed earnestly at Tan Yun, “You are someone I can trust, right?”
“Of course,” Tan Yun replied firmly.
“My father was once the chief elder of the Holy Gate Danmai, with unparalleled alchemical skills throughout the Danmai.”
“But my father was framed by the former second elder of the Holy Gate Danmai, Gongsun Yangchun, who had him stripped of his cultivation by the current sovereign and unjustly expelled from the Huangfu Sacred Sect.”
“And Gongsun Yangchun occupied the nest, becoming the current chief of the Holy Gate Danmai.”
Upon hearing this, Tan Yun was furious, “Such a thing could happen! This is the revenge you mentioned when you became my disciple, right?”
“Yes, Master,” Shen Subing replied truthfully.
Tan Yun said, “Subing, I cannot act on your behalf regarding your father’s grievances. However, I will help you with your revenge.”
“You must remember, when you become strong enough, all your enemies will eventually fall at your hands, but that requires you to grow stronger first.”
Shen Subing nodded solemnly, “I will remember Master’s teachings.”
“Alright, let me help you concoct the Revival Sovereign Pill first, and then I will teach you a cultivation method. As long as you train hard, there will be a day you become powerful,” Tan Yun said.
“Thank you, Master.” Shen Subing trembled with excitement.
“Now, prepare the Dan Ding and spiritual herbs,” Tan Yun instructed.
“Yes, Master.” As Shen Subing spoke, the Deity Ring on her delicate finger flashed with light, and instantly, a pure white Dan Ding, about ten feet high, appeared before Tan Yun.
“Master, please wait here for a moment. I will go to Azure Spirit Immortal Mountain to gather the spiritual herbs according to the alchemical formula you provided,” Shen Subing said, her joy resembling that of a youthful girl, and she dashed out of the Ice Clear Hall...
At the same time, on Lu Dao Immortal Mountain.
“Elder Twelve, something big has happened!” A middle-aged man in a steward’s robe, Feng Shi, rushed into the cave dwelling in a flurry.
“Elder Feng, what’s causing such panic?” Lu Wu, sitting cross-legged on a stone bed, furrowed his brow and opened his eyes.
“Elder Twelve, I just patrolled the Lamp Soul Palace and discovered… discovered that Elder Jiang’s life lamp has extinguished!” Feng Shi’s face was pale with horror.
“What did you say!” Lu Wu’s expression changed dramatically, and with a whoosh, he appeared before Feng Shi, grabbing him by the collar and roaring, “Are you sure?!”
“Elder Twelve, calm down… please calm down.” Feng Shi trembled as he looked at the fearsome Lu Wu, stammering, “How dare I deceive you? Elder Jiang is really dead.”
“I’m furious… utterly furious!” Lu Wu trembled all over, his eyes blazing with anger. After releasing Feng Shi, he shouted, “Get out!”
“I’ll leave right now… right now…” Feng Shi stammered, escaping to the summit in terror, muttering, “Under Elder Twelve, there are only me, Duan Zhen, and Jiang Xia as stewards. Now they’re all dead. Am I next…”
Filled with panic, Feng Shi rode his flying sword and just took off from Lu Dao Immortal Mountain when a beam of light descended from the sky, landing on the summit and transforming into a white-haired old man.
This person was none other than Pang Shiyuan.
“Rustle, rustle, rustle…”
Inside the cave dwelling, Lu Wu was seething with rage when he heard footsteps outside. Without turning his head, he yelled, “I told you to get out! Are you deaf?!”
“Brother Lu, it’s me.” A voice full of laughter reached his ears. Lu Wu turned around and, taking a deep breath, apologetically said, “So it’s Elder Three visiting. I was rude just now; please forgive me.”
“Don’t mention it.” Pang Shiyuan clasped his fists as he entered the cave dwelling and waved his right arm to set up a soundproof barrier.