Qinghe Immortal Clan.

The sound that came out suddenly passed by the ears of Song Qingming and the others like a breeze.

Upon hearing this, Wang Qin immediately said respectfully to Song Qingming who was standing beside him: "Master Immortal, Master Zheng, please come in. I will go back first!"

"Well! Thank you for your trouble. These pills are useful to you mortals. Please keep them." Song Qingming nodded slightly in response, and a small green bottle appeared in his hand. He threw it to Wang Qin.

"Ah! Haha, thank you, Master Immortal, but this is a magical item, we dare not use it, you should take it back!" Wang Qin looked at the small green bottle in his hand with surprise, bowed and saluted Song Qingming, then hurriedly handed it back to him.

"These are some magical medicines that can help you strengthen your body. They are not magical items. It's okay for you to take them." Seeing that the other party was a little afraid to accept them, Song Qingming smiled and waved his hand, and spoke to persuade him.

"Since it is given to you, just accept it. It is also an opportunity for you!" Just when Wang Qin was a little hesitant, a voice suddenly came from the courtyard, helping Wang Qin make a decision.

After seeing Wang Qin thank him happily and leave, Song Qingming turned around, pushed open the wooden door of the courtyard, and walked into the courtyard with a calm face.

The courtyard was very ordinary, very similar to Song Qingming's childhood home, but even more simple. Apart from a pile of firewood that had been piled up into a small mountain, the only things that could be seen at a glance were a stone table and several stone benches placed on the side of the courtyard.

In front of the pile of firewood in the middle of the yard, there stood a shirtless young man holding a sharp wood-chopping knife used by ordinary people in his hand. He was looking at Song Qingming who walked in from outside the yard with a smile on his face.

"Haha! You are really cautious. It's been half a month since you found this place."

After the young man finished speaking, he put down the hatchet in his hand, walked to the stone table beside him and sat down. After wiping the sweat from his forehead, he picked up a large tea bowl on the table, poured a cup of tea and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing this young man who looked no different from other ordinary people in the village, Song Qingming's expression changed for a while, from surprise when he first entered the door, to shock and then slowly regaining his composure.

The shirtless young man was none other than the shop assistant who sold the Taixu Sword to Song Qingming in Guiyunfang that year.

Although nearly two hundred years have passed, the other party's appearance has not changed much, especially the pair of eyes that looked down on him, which left a great impression on Song Qingming back then, so much so that he recognized the other party at a glance as soon as he walked in.

However, what Song Qingming did not expect was that the shop assistant who seemed to be inferior to him in cultivation back then, when he stood in front of him again two hundred years later, had become one of the most advanced Nascent Soul cultivators in the world of cultivation.

"Junior Song Qingming, greetings to the senior!" After a moment of shock and excitement, Song Qingming hurriedly clasped his hands and respectfully saluted the shirtless man in front of him.

"It's just you and me here, no need to be polite!"

After the young man put down the tea bowl in his hand, he immediately waved to Song Qingming. Then he stared at Song Qingming carefully for a few more times before continuing to speak:
"If I remember correctly, you should only have the qualifications of four spiritual roots!"

"You were able to cultivate to the fifth level of the Golden Core in less than two hundred years. It seems that Master is right. You are indeed a person with some luck. No wonder he is willing to pass on the Taixu Sword to you."

Hearing what the young man said, Song Qingming nodded and said, "Senior is right, I am only a cultivator with four spiritual roots.

However, the reason I can cultivate to my current level is mainly due to the skills passed down by the two seniors. Otherwise, with my aptitude, it would be impossible for me to successfully form a pill, and I would probably have stopped at the foundation-building stage by now."

"Well! After not seeing you for two hundred years, you have indeed matured a lot. However, you have cultivated to the Golden Core Realm and found this place, so you do have some skills. Don't be too modest about this!
Since you chose to come here, you must be seeking for subsequent skills.

But right now, the master is still in seclusion, so it's not convenient for him to see you. It will probably take at least a few months before he can take you to the mountain to see him!"

"Oh! Thank you very much, senior!" Hearing that the other party was willing to take him to meet his master, Song Qingming was delighted and immediately bowed to the middle-aged man again.

Song Qingming has been in the world of immortal cultivation in "Donghuang Kingdom" for more than ten years. In order to find the clues left in the "Yuxuan Sutra", he has already run across half of "Donghuang Kingdom".

Now that he has finally found the two people who left him the skills, and can inherit the subsequent skills, how can Song Qingming not be excited?

Speaking of this, I have to thank Li Xuanyi. If she hadn't promised to send her back to Nanzhou, it would probably take Song Qingming at least a few years to come here.

Just as Song Qingming had said before, if he had not been appreciated by the young man's master and taught the "Yuxuan Sutra", it would be uncertain whether Song Qingming could successfully form a golden elixir now, let alone supporting Song Qingyu and Huang Siyuan to break through the golden elixir realm one after another.

In Song Qingming's mind, the help that the "Yuxuan Sutra" gave him had long surpassed all the other techniques he had practiced over the years. Otherwise, he would not have risked his life to come to the "Donghuang Kingdom" to search for follow-up clues to the technique.

Seeing Song Qingming's happy face, the middle-aged man waved his hand again and said:
"My name is Zheng Xingyun, and I am Master's last disciple. Since you have inherited Master's teachings, you are considered half of his disciple. From now on, just call me Brother. Do not address me as Senior anymore, or you will break the rules of the mountain."

"Yes! Hello, Senior Brother Xingyun." Upon hearing this, Song Qingming immediately changed his words and bowed to the other party again.

Seeing this, Zheng Xingyun nodded with a satisfied smile and said, "Some places on this island are not safe. You just arrived and don't know the situation yet, so don't go out and wander around.

During this time, I think you might as well just stay here, and you can help them with some work with me!"

"Work!"

After hearing the words of Zheng Xingyun, the man he had just acknowledged as his senior brother, Song Qingming couldn't help but look at the pile of firewood not far away, with a look of confusion in his eyes.

To be honest, if Song Qingming had not seen it with his own eyes, he would not have thought that this young man who lived in this ordinary mortal village and chopped firewood would be a Nascent Soul cultivator with a high status in the world of immortal cultivation.

Ever since he entered the yard, Song Qingming's heart has been full of doubts. He didn't understand why Zheng Xingyun, as a high-level cultivator, would chop wood by himself, something that only ordinary people would do.

Seeing a look of confusion on Song Qingming's face, Zheng Xingyun smiled and waved to him, motioning him to come over and sit down. Then he took out a tea bowl from the table beside him, poured a bowl of tea and placed it in front of Song Qingming opposite the stone table.

"Master has instructed that, in addition to our daily training, we disciples must go down the mountain every once in a while to experience the life of mortals. Not only you, but everyone else who comes here must experience this as well.

Since Junior Brother Song is going to meet him, you will inevitably have to abide by the rules here in the future. I just want you to get used to it first.

Remember, when you interact with mortals here, you cannot use your magic power casually, and you should not interfere too much in their lives. You must put aside your identity as a cultivator and blend in with them naturally. "

"Integrate into the mortal world! I see. Brother Zheng, I understand what you mean."

After hearing Zheng Xingyun's explanation, Song Qingming finally understood his behavior just now. He couldn't help but pick up the tea bowl on the table with a smile on his face and drank the ordinary tea in the bowl without any spiritual power in one gulp.

After this bowl of tea entered his stomach, Song Qingming, who was sitting on a stone bench, immediately felt the feeling of drinking water in big gulps, which he had not experienced for many years.

He couldn't help but close his eyes again, recalling some scenes from his childhood in his mind, as if he had returned to that ordinary courtyard in Mujiao Town.

"Haha! Junior Brother Song understood it immediately. He really is a person with some talent for cultivation."

Seeing that Song Qingming took the initiative to integrate into the identity of a mortal so quickly, Zheng Xingyun showed a bit of surprise on his face and nodded to him with a smile.

In this way, under the guidance of Zheng Xingyun, Song Qingming stayed in this small mortal village called "Yanhu Village", began to work with him every day, integrated into the village and became an ordinary "mortal".

Although he grew up as an ordinary mortal, Song Qingming has some understanding of the lives of these mortals.

But those were all things that happened in his childhood after all. After many years since his mother passed away, Song Qingming has not been among mortals for more than a hundred years.

At first, when he walked out of the courtyard to help the mortals in the village with their work, he was still a little uncomfortable and often couldn't help but instinctively want to use his magic power to solve some problems.

However, after several intentional reminders from his senior brother Zheng Xingyun, Song Qingming gradually got used to it and began to take the initiative to humbly ask the mortals around him for some work techniques.

Not long after, Song Qingming followed Zheng Xingyun's example, discarded his original clothes, and dressed himself up like an ordinary mortal to better integrate with them.

Apart from his daily practice when he returned to his residence at night, he spent almost the entire day with ordinary mortals, helping them with things within his ability and sharing the trivialities and joys of their lives.

Treating himself completely as a mortal, and staying away from the disturbances in the world of immortal cultivation, he indeed gained some different insights into his personal cultivation.

Gradually, as time went by, Song Qingming also gained some understanding of the things happening in the valley and Zheng Xingyun.

The old man who passed on his skills to Zheng Xingyun and Song Qingming, both of them belonged to a relatively mysterious sect in the world of immortal cultivation called "Taixu Sect".

Although there are Yuanying masters like Zheng Xingyun in the "Taixu Sect", there are not many disciples in the sect, only a few dozen in total, and few cultivators in the outside world have heard of this sect. The "Yuxuan Island" that Song Qingming came to is the mountain gate of their "Taixu Sect".

However, due to some reasons, in Nanzhou and even in the entire "Donghuang Kingdom" of immortal cultivation, only a very small number of large sects with a long history are aware of this matter.

Just like the wandering cultivators Song Qingming had met on "Nanling Island", although they were very close to this place, no one knew that there was such a mysterious immortal cultivation sect hidden on "Yuxuan Island".

The reason for this is that, in addition to the fact that the monks in the "Taixu Sect" are relatively low-key, another reason is that they have done a very good job in protecting this place.

No matter whether it is cultivators from the outside world or monsters, as long as they approach this valley, they will be driven away by the power of the formation.

Over time, many dangerous rumors spread among people who had been to this "Yuxuan Island", some of which were even deliberately spread by Zheng Xingyun and his friends when they were out.

This is why this "Yuxuan Island" has been shrouded in mystery for so many years, and very few people in the outside world know that there are monks and mortals on the island.

The reason why Song Qingming was able to find the valley so easily was not because the island's defense force suddenly weakened, but because Zheng Xingyun had already discovered him when he arrived near "Yuxuan Island".

In order for Song Qingming to find this place smoothly, he deliberately reduced the power of the mountain protection formation outside the valley and opened a convenient door for Song Qingming alone.

These mortals in "Yanhu Village", as Wang Qin's daughter-in-law said, have also lived and multiplied here from generation to generation. They are all descendants of the monks from "Taixu Sect".

Song Qingming had never heard of the "Taixu Sect" before, despite making inquiries from many sources. It was only after arriving here that he learned a little about it through Zheng Xingyun.

The "Taixu Sect" does not openly recruit disciples, but every once in a while, some monks from the island will travel to the outside world. When they meet someone suitable and with a chance, they will leave some of their skills to pass on to the other person.

Then, after the other party has reached a certain level of cultivation, he will take the initiative to come here based on the clues left in the exercises.

The reason why Song Qingming was able to obtain the "Yuxuan Sutra" was because Zheng Xingyun followed his master to travel to the immortal world of the Floating Cloud Mountains and happened to stay in the "Guiyunfang" in Wei State for a period of time. By chance, he was able to obtain a share of the inheritance.

At that time, Zheng Xingyun was just a Jindan cultivator. It was only after he returned from the Floating Cloud Mountains that he successfully condensed his Nascent Soul and broke through to the Nascent Soul stage.

However, the way that "Taixu Sect" recruits disciples basically depends on chance and does not force fate, although it has left behind many inheritances outside.

However, not many people can cultivate to the Golden Core Realm like Song Qingming and come here. This is also one of the reasons why there are so few disciples in the "Taixu Sect".

However, except for the cultivators whose spiritual roots were discovered in some valleys, the disciples who were able to join the "Taixu Sect" basically had a cultivation level above the Jindan stage. There were more than one disciple on the mountain who was fortunate enough to break through to the Yuanying stage like Zheng Xingyun.

If we only consider the combat power of the sect's high-level cultivators, the "Taixu Sect" can definitely be ranked among the best in the "Donghuang Kingdom" immortal cultivation world.

In this way, Song Qingming stayed in "Yanhu Village" for more than half a year. Fortunately, the spiritual energy in the valley was very abundant, and Song Qingming's daily practice was not affected. Now he has steadily practiced to the peak of the fifth level of Golden Core, and is only one step away from the sixth level of Golden Core.

This immersion in the mortal world also made Song Qingming calm and completely put aside many of his worries. Some problems that were difficult to comprehend in his cultivation before were now easily solved by him who let go of his body and mind.

After Song Qingming came to "Yanhu Village", the mortals in the village did not have much aversion to this immortal master from outside the village, and they quickly got used to Song Qingming's presence.

Although they would still address Song Qingming as "Master" in a respectful tone on the surface, they would quickly regard him as a neighbor and friend in their hearts, and would not be polite to him if they needed help with anything.

They did not treat these practitioners with great supernatural powers as unattainable immortals as ordinary people in the outside world did.

In particular, the Wang Qin family, who introduced Song Qingming to the village at the beginning, had a particularly good relationship with Song Qingming. Whenever there was something delicious at home, they would invite Song Qingming to their home as a guest and did not treat him as an outsider at all.

During this period, Song Qingming strictly abided by the rules that Zheng Xingyun told him. Apart from helping them with farm work, he did not use any abilities of a cultivator to interfere with the lives of these mortals.

It was a sunny and breezy day in the valley. Although the afternoon sun was so scorching that the ground was a little hot, there were still many people crowded in the rice fields next to "Yanhu Village". Everyone was busy harvesting the fruits of a year's hard work.

A young man wearing ordinary coarse cloth clothes and a straw hat was waving his sickle seriously, and harvesting the golden rice in the field with the people around him.

Just as the young man was busy, a little boy of eight or nine years old came up behind him from the rice field nearby, carefully holding a porcelain bowl filled with half a bowl of water.

"Master Immortal, Daddy said that we won't do the rest today and will come back tomorrow. Let you rest for a while, and we will pack up and go home!"

Hearing the still somewhat childish voice behind him, Song Qingming, who was holding a sickle in his hand, looked at the sun which was already setting in the sky, quickly turned around and nodded, took the porcelain bowl from the little boy's hand, drank it all in one breath, and then returned it to him.

"Okay! I understand. Fengqi, go and tell your father first. I'll go over and help him as soon as I finish mowing this patch."

Song Qingming waved his hand and sent the little boy away, then he raised the sickle in his hand with a serious look and began to harvest the rice in front of him, blending in with the ordinary people who were working around him.

If the Song family members on Funiu Mountain saw this scene at this moment, they would probably drop their jaws in shock.

No one would have thought that the ancestor of the Song family, who was as high and mighty as a dragon that was hard to find, and who had been practicing in seclusion on the top of the mountain all year round, would work in the fields with a group of mortals with a serious face.

After harvesting all the rice in front of him, Song Qingming sat down to rest for a while, then stood up and gathered all the rice together and moved it to the middle of the rice field.

Wang Qin, who was using a huge rock to beat the rice stalks, saw Song Qingming coming over and hurried forward to help with a smile on his face.

"Haha! Master Song, I asked Yu'er to go home and make dumplings first. How about we meet up with Uncle Zhang tonight and have a couple of drinks together?"

"Oh! All right, I'll be here on time."

Song Qingming had helped with the work these past two days and had indeed saved Wang Qin's family a lot of effort. Seeing that he was kind enough to invite him over for dinner, Song Qingming did not refuse and agreed directly with a smile on his face.

After saying that, he took the initiative to step forward and help Wang Qin to beat the grains off the rice stalks and then put them into the sacks that had been prepared.

Although the physical body of a Jindan cultivator is far superior to that of an ordinary person, Song Qingming will not be easily injured or feel tired.

However, after completely sealing off his own magic power, facing the scorching sun on his head, Song Qingming's face would still be the same as that of an ordinary person, with his face flushed and sweat pouring down his face.

Just as the two of them packed up today's harvest and farm tools and prepared to return to the village, Wang Fengzhi, who had gone home earlier with a kettle, suddenly ran back in a hurry.

Wang Fengzhi cried as he ran to Wang Qin and Song Qingming in the field, "Dad! It's bad. Grandpa fell off the haystack and is vomiting blood. Grandma asked me to call you!"

"What? Where is it? Take me there quickly."

The injured second grandfather that Wang Fengzhi called out was the second grandfather Zhang that Wang Qin mentioned before. He was an old man in his sixties who lived next door to Wang Qin.

Although the Wang and Zhang families are not relatives in the village, they have always had a very good relationship. Every time Song Qingming went to Wang Qin's house for dinner, he would invite the elder, Mr. Zhang, to his home for a few drinks.

At that time, Wang Qin's father died early, and the mother and son had to depend on each other for life, which was always a bit difficult. Mr. Zhang helped the Wang family a lot in the fields at that time, and Wang Qin had already regarded him as his own relative in his heart.

When Wang Qin heard that Master Zhang was injured, he quickly dropped the farm tools in his hands and ran towards where Wang Fengzhi was.

Upon seeing this, Song Qingming, who was following behind him, immediately put down the food on his shoulders and quickened his pace to catch up.

Led by Wang Fengzhi, the two soon arrived at a flat ground on the west side of the village where there were seven or eight haystacks. At this moment, many people in the village had gathered here.

After pushing away the crowd, Wang Qin soon saw Master Zhang lying on the ground, dying.

"What's going on? Hurry up and carry him back!" Seeing that blood was still oozing from the corners of Master Zhang's mouth, Wang Qin quickly reached out and tried to carry him on his back.

"Don't move, he's almost dying, you'll die even faster if you keep doing this!" Seeing Wang Qin's move, an old man who had just arrived with a few silver needles in his hand quickly reached out to stop him. (End of this chapter)