When Hunjun begins to make elixirs

In a secret room in the Sword Pavilion, the head of the sect, Sima Zhuo, and the twenty-three elders of the sect sat in a row. No one spoke a word, and even their breathing and heartbeats were barely audible. They looked solemn, as if they were waiting for some important person to arrive.

Suddenly, there was a wave in the air, and a phantom image appeared among the crowd.

The phantom was surrounded by auspicious clouds, had an ethereal air, and had white hair and a youthful face, which was exactly in line with people's imagination of gods.

"Join the Immortal!"

Everyone in Jiange stood up and saluted respectfully.

The immortal raised his hand slightly and said: "You have done a good job. I am very satisfied."

Sima Zhuo flattered, "It is all thanks to the advice of the Immortal that we have escaped from the quagmire of greed and awakened to our true colors. Tomorrow, we will be able to gather the strength of all the immortal sects in the Fairy Phoenix Kingdom and conquer Dayin again!"

The immortal nodded: "In that case, I will teach you the second half of the Immortal Transformation Technique!"

Sima Zhuo could not suppress his joy. It turned out that five days ago, he had seen the biography of this immortal in his dream and learned about the experiences of the three disciples he sent to Dayin.

Is Dayin really so strange? The emperor with the reign title of "Shengtong" can actually control the dragon energy like the ancient emperor!
The immortal told him not to underestimate the enemy and not to dream of taking over Dayin with the power of one faction. He asked him to unify the power of the Fairy Phoenix Kingdom and taught him immortal arts to increase his strength and suppress other factions.

After he woke up from the dream, he remembered everything in the dream vividly. He did not dare to question it and tried to practice the immortal arts. It turned out that he was able to improve his cultivation.

Then, he followed the immortal's instructions and summoned the elders in the sect who were aware of the situation. They agreed to recall the disciples and invite allies from all sides in the name of celebrating the three elders' breakthrough to the Mahayana stage.

This reason was considered a big deal within the Fairy Phoenix Kingdom, but it was not enough in the eyes of the major sects. And it was not a lie. The art of becoming immortal was very magical. Three elders who had been stuck in a bottleneck for hundreds of years broke through to the Mahayana stage after practicing the art of becoming immortal for half a day.

The magical skills taught by the immortals gave them the confidence to unify the Immortal Phoenix.

Now, the immortal will teach the complete art of becoming an immortal, how powerful the Sword Pavilion will become!

If Li Shun were here, he would definitely be amazed. What a familiar routine! Instead of pulling the people in the Sword Pavilion out of the quagmire of greed, the immortal weaved a more beautiful and dangerous trap for these people to fall into.

It's not that everyone in Jiange had no doubts about the art of becoming immortal. After all, they were all involved in the plan when the Dragon Slaying Organization used the evil bloody method to lure the immortal cultivators of Dayin.

However, after practicing, their cultivation level was actually improved without any side effects, which made them believe that they were lucky!

The next day, the Jiange celebration began.

Sima Zhuo and his elders welcomed the arrival of the allied sects. He only told the three second-rate sect leaders the true significance of this celebration. Because as long as these three sects were subdued, the other sects in the Xianfeng Kingdom would be like ants and would have to obey.

The leader of the Jingshan Sect was none other than Feng Yu. At this moment, he, along with several elders from his sect, walked towards Sima Zhuo.

"Master Sima, I haven't seen you for many years. You are still as charming and elegant as ever. May you enjoy eternal happiness!" Feng Yu said politely with a fake smile.

"Master Feng is also very graceful and has great fortune!"

Sima Zhuo responded politely, but he looked at Feng Yu as if he was a younger brother, which made Feng Yu unhappy. Feng Yu approached him and said in a voice transmission: "Sima Zhuo, if you dare to play tricks on me, I will kill you!" He really wanted to kill someone. If it weren't for Sima Zhuo's appointment, he would not have fallen into Li Shun's hands.

Sima Zhuo didn't expect Feng Yu to have such a big grudge against him. He didn't understand why. His face turned cold and he sneered, "Master Feng, that's not true. I would lie to anyone but you. Please take a seat. After the celebration, you will be satisfied."

Sima Zhuo secretly added in his heart: "You have to be satisfied even if you are not satisfied!"

Since he obtained the second half of the Immortal Transformation Technique last night, he and the people in the Sword Pavilion have long been arrogant and looked down on others. If he had only a 50% chance of taking down Feng Yu and others before, now, he looked at them as if they were nothing more than chickens and dog ears.

The magic of the gods has long surpassed the understanding of the immortals in the world. Of course, this is also caused by the lack of knowledge of the second-rate sects.

Sima Zhuo continued to receive the guests, while Li Shun and Zhao Yang had already followed the other two sects into Jiange.

Zhao Yang was still somewhat confused about the plan that Li Shun had discussed with him last night. He couldn't understand why Li Shun wanted to target the small Jiange. Even though Li Shun used Huang Yanran as a cover, he was so angry for his beloved, how could he allow his woman to be bullied by others?

Only a fool would believe such a reason. Along the way, he saw all of Li Shun's romanticism. If someone said that this man was a passionate playboy, he would never believe it even if he was beaten to death.

However, last night, Li Shun, contrary to his usual behavior, spoke from the heart to him in his capacity as the Martial Saint Sect leader, and his feelings were genuine and did not seem fake.

Zhao Yang already had some plans for him, so he had no choice but to do something to get closer to him.

It's just destroying a small second-rate sect, not a problem. No matter whether Li Shun is sincere or not, as long as he can achieve his ultimate goal, it's fine.

Li Shun felt the complex changes in Zhao Yang's inner emotions and thought to himself, "I didn't expect this guy to be willing to be my thug. Could it be that the friendship between fellow disciples is really as deep as the sea? Haha, go to hell. When fellow villagers meet, they shoot each other in the back. This guy is definitely coming for me, and it is very likely that he is coming for my cultivation!"

"The secret of the Wusheng Sect lies in this! Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why he pays so much attention to me every time I take action!"

Li Shun's plan this time was very simple. He would first see what Jiange wanted to do, and then take action. Zhao Yang would attract fire from the front, and he would look for an opportunity to attack from behind!

In this way, the plan to put the blame on the Wusheng Sect of Jingshang Kingdom was completed.

At noon, everyone who was supposed to come had arrived, and Sima Zhuo was about to host the ascension ceremony. At this moment, a white-haired old man suddenly ran up to him and called out "Dad".

Sima Zhuo glanced at the old man with an unchanging expression: "Deng'er, I told you to call me the headmaster in formal occasions!"

Even though immortal cultivators live long lives and it is common for several generations to live together, after reaching the golden elixir stage, his face never ages, and he still feels awkward when an old son calls him dad!

He looked at Sima Deng's old face, and a feeling of disgust rose in his heart. If he had not only one son, if he had not wanted to cultivate to become an immortal and ascend to the higher realms, he would not have been willing to let his family's foundation of several generations fall into the hands of others.

This kind of useless trash had long been driven out of the mountain gate by him! How could he allow him to hang around in front of him every day? Not only would it be annoying, but it would also ruin his reputation!
Sima Deng looked at his father with disgust, lowered his head timidly, and asked in a mosquito-like voice: "No news about Yanran yet?"

Seeing his stupidity, Sima Zhuo got even more angry and yelled, "Idiot! You bother me every day for a woman! If you were more capable, she would have been yours long ago! Put away your soft face, today is a big event for my Jiange, don't spoil my fun!"

Sima Zhuo glared at his old son and walked away. (End of this chapter)