Using a Wok to Reorganize Life and Fly to Immortality

Chapter 52(2) Longevity Package

"Tiansheng Sect will welcome all elites to come. My suzerain loves talents. I know that all the disciples have been reluctant to leave their masters, brothers, and sisters for many years. My Tiansheng Sect is willing to accept all of you together!"

Inside the Competition Tower, the twelve elders of the Precepts Hall frowned.

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The first elder of the Precepts Hall, the handsome young man with a forgettable face, immediately smiled. "Elder Li of Tiansheng Sect? You are joking. The agreement between the Great Elder and your sect is only ten elite disciples—"

But before he finished speaking, an old man in gray clothes and bare feet, with white hair hanging on the ground, appeared on a flying lotus. His eyes are closed.

"Elder!"

"The Great Elder!"

The peak masters and the disciples stood up one after another.

Su Yu raised her head and looked up at the sky.

"Master." The young elder who had always been seated in the first seat of the Precepts Hall immediately stood up respectfully.

The gray-clothed and barefooted old man opened his eyes and turned to him with compassion and kindness, "Qing Xuan, this time, this seat will lead the team to Tiansheng Sect. Nanxun will be handed over to you."

Qing Xuan, whose robe was embroidered with bamboo, was startled.

In an instant, the Nanxun bells and drums rang out.

From the west side of the Competition Tower, twelve first-class peaks that most disciples would not dare to spy on, flew from the ground when the old man in gray waved his sleeves.

The twelve peaks' Nascent Souls and Golden Cores also flew to the side of the gray-clothed old man.

"I will follow the Great Elder and leave Nanxun Sect!"

"What?!"

The disciples, who were packed full inside the tower, were in an uproar.

The heart of Zhiqiong Peak disciples, including Wei Zhao and the others, sank. They quickly stood in front of Su Yu to protect her.

Su Yu held the black bear in one hand and the encyclopedia of monsters in the other hand with a complicated expression.

'So it's like this.'

In the story, Nanxun is defeated in the battle between demons and humans. Almost the whole sect was wiped out.

First-class peaks, second-class peaks, and third-class peaks. Each of which is several times or even ten times stronger than the latter.

Even though she was in Nanxun for many days, she had never seen any disciple of the first-class peaks.

They are so powerful that they are not interested in watching the third-level peaks competition.

But today, they all betrayed Nanxun Sect for Tiansheng Sect?

Su Yu looked at the sky and saw that in each of the first-class peaks, there were at least three or four Nascent Souls similar to Elder Zhang, making her unable to probe.

While she was thinking, there were five or six second and third-class peaks in the distance. All of which were defecting Nanxun.

"I am willing to follow the Great Elder and go to Tiansheng Sect!"

"I am willing to follow the Great Elder..."

There is a dead silence inside the Competition Tower.

The old man from Tiansheng Sect, who came to pick up the elite disciples, standing on a flying chessboard, Li Yiming, stroked his beard and smiled. "Tiansheng Sect welcomes you to join!"

"Taoist Qing Xuan, this exchange of ten elites sent by Nanxun to Tiansheng Sect still has to be done. There is no contradiction between student exchange and withdrawal from your sect. You can arrange it as soon as possible."

The tea table in front of Qing Xuan suddenly shattered into ashes, "Great Elder, all Peak Masters, are you betraying Nanxun?"

Elder Zhang snorted, "Okay, you bastard, Mu Wanyuan. Last time you went to Tiansheng Sect to exchange medicine, you were doing something wrong!"

The old man in gray, who sat on a lotus and closed his eyes, looked at him sympathetically. "Your lifespan is about to run out. You can go with me. There is still a turning point..."

"Bullshit!" Elder Zhang came out with ten thousand swords.

The old man in gray closed his eyes and sighed, but he was not moving.

But from the east side of the Competition Tower, elders from the Meditation Hall and the Library Hall, all of which were on the Divine Transformation and Nascent Soul stages, floated in the air.

"I am willing to follow the Great Elder and quit Nanxun Gate!"

Elder Zhang's old face was stunned. He was unable to react for a long time.

Even some second and third-tier peak masters, including Yi Ge, had already followed behind the gray-clothed old man and smiled at them.

Chen Shuxin, who was injured and fell to the ground, was carried up by Yi Ge.

"Teacher has told you early that in this exchange..." Yi Ge smiled, "There must be a spot for you."

Chen Shuxin was in despair at first, but he was overjoyed at this moment.

Yi Ge took a step forward, "Come quickly—"

But as soon as he finished speaking, a roaring sword pierced through his head and body, cutting his Nascent Soul into two!

Yi Ge's smile froze. His Nascent Soul only had time to leave a frightened expression before dying.

"Master!" Chen Shuxin screamed in fear. Using both hands and feet to flee with his flying sword.

Elder Zhang came together with his ten thousand swords, "Damn, I have wanted to do this for a long time!"

But in an instant, a lotus leaf pressed down on his ten thousand swords. The man in gray clothes closed his eyes with pity and did not move, but Elder Zhang's sword qi all dissipated.

The old man in gray said, "Whoever stops me today... will die."

Elder Zhang was instantly furious.

However, the lotus leaf was like a knife. Thousands of pieces were flying, and Elder Zhang's body suddenly splattered with blood.

Su Yu frowned and immediately touched her storage bag.

But a sword with a phoenix pattern fell from the sky, breaking the lotus leaves instantly.

"Elder Mu, my master treats you well. You betrayed Nanxun when he was close to death... why!"

A man clad in a cloth robe, with a body with a cold metallic luster like a sharp sword, a face like it was carved with a knife, stepped out from the Bitao Mountain.

"Master!"

"Here comes the head!"

The old man in gray did not open his eyes and sighed, "You are here. When you first started cultivating, I was only one step away from Divine Transformation. At that time, I was with your master and gave you advice. In the blink of an eye, three hundred years later, you are already the head of the sect, at the Divine Transformation, the head of Nanxun, and I, I am still..."

He looked up and laughed, tears dripping down.

"I'm still one step away from Divine Transformation."

"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous! I can't take a step forward for three hundred years!"

"Your master is dying. You have to betray your disciples to exchange for a Longevity Pill, two hundred years of extension... What's the use, what's the use!"

He opened his eyes in anger, and an obscure gray mist overflowed from his eyes.

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"In the past 300 years, neither he nor I have made an inch forward! In another 300 years, we will still not be able to make an inch toward Divine Transformation, hahahaha!"

"Nanxun lacks spiritual energy and lacks spiritual skills. If I wait for another step forward here, I will get cut off. Sect Master, the fate between this surnamed Mu and Nanxun is done!"

Behind him, the peak masters of the first-class peak and the second-class peak, the elders of the Meditation Hall and the Library Pavilion all shouted loudly.

"I am severing my fate with Nanxun!"

A man in a cloth robe, with blue veins bursting from his muscles, said, "Rebels have to die."

He slashed his sword once.

The old man in gray sighed, "Hey, why would you do this?"

He opened his old eyes, filled with gray fog.

Suddenly, the peak leader in the cloth robe and the first elder of Precepts Hall, who had faces like those of young and middle-aged people, gradually aged. Wrinkles grew on their faces, and their hair turned from black to white.

"He Tong, this is the thirteen hundred years of life that I paid for your Nanxun."

"I will return it to you so that you can experience the despair of dying but not breaking through! If it is your own body, what will you do!"

The old man in the gray coat grew out black hair in a blink of an eye. He took the twelve first-class peaks, six second-class peaks, and two third-class peaks, tearing the air apart and leaving.

Only a storage bag floated down from the sky.

"The exercises and spiritual tools we obtained from Nanxun should be repaid with these 300,000 high-grade spiritual stones."

"We don't owe each other!"

The disciples inside the Competition Tower and the rest of the peak disciples looked at the sky, almost sluggish.

"It's over... Our Nanxun..."

"All the first-class peaks defected. Top six of second-class peaks also left..."

"The head and the elders...!"

The first elder of the Precepts Hall fell to the ground. Qing Xuan was no longer handsome. He is wrinkled with long white hair.

The sect leader next to him had a sword-like body that instantly shrank to the shape of a rickety old man. He fell to the ground in an instant.

"Little Hezi, you can't even beat this kind of bullshit with two hearts. Call your ancestors to come!" Elder Zhang scolded him, "Why were you coming out? Look, you were very young at first, and now you were worse than me. Can you still live for three sticks of incense?"

He Tong, the head, closed his eyes in pain. "It's all my fault, Elder Zhang. You and the other Wanjian Mountain elders had advised me not to exchange the medicine, and I didn't listen. However, I didn't want to let Elder Mu and those peak masters... to have two hearts."

He was at the front of the group, resisting most of Mu Wanyuan's time flow power.

In an instant, six hundred years of his lifespan were gone.

Behind him is the first elder of the Precepts Hall, Qing Xuan, who had to bear the brunt of the three hundred years of Life. Now he can only live for a few days at most.

"After I die, the position of the head will be—" He Tong glanced behind him, and his eyes showed grief.

The other elders of the Precepts Hall are also like rotten wood. Most of their vitality has been taken away just now.

Nanxun is about to lose!

Qing Xuan trembled as he propped up his aged body. He looked at the wrinkles on his hands, and people could barely see the handsome look on his old face. He was suddenly in pain.

He takes care of his face day and night!

"I heard that there is a loose cultivator who is good at maintenance... No, some exercises can restore a little lifespan. Head, you and I don't have much time, but the rest of the elders might still get it."

He Tong immediately saw a ray of light between his pain. "Elder Zhang, please go and invite him. If the other party is willing to help, he can be an honorary elder of Nanxun. Although I have lost my vitality now, a millennium of Nanxun's foundation is still there. Our cultivation method is always stronger than the scattered cultivation."

After he finished speaking, Qing Xuan also said anxiously, "He can enter my Precepts Hall as a guest inspector."

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He Tong and Qing Xuan looked anxiously toward Elder Zhang.

But they saw Elder Zhang look very strange and said, "No matter who it is, as long as they can give you a little more life, they can become an elder?"

Qing Xuan nodded, and He Tong smiled bitterly.

Mu Wanyuan walked away and almost cut off their vitality!

In such an emergency, let alone the position of an honorary elder. As long as the person can save the lives of most elders, even the lives of both of them can be taken!

They have no more eggs under their nest.

If the head and all the elders died, the disciples of Nanxun had no hope.

When the secluded grand master comes out, there is probably no one left in Nanxun. The whole sect will be completely removed from the Southern Territory!

"Yes."

"But in order to prevent Mu Wanyuan's incident from happening again, the other party must swear that they will live up to Nanxun. If they want to leave in the future, they must not do anything to harm our Nanxun."

The first-class peaks they took today consumed most of their Nanxun's spiritual energy!

When Sect Master He Tong finished speaking, the front teeth in his mouth fell out.

Elder Zhang took a deep breath. "I need you to make an oath. No matter whether you live or die today, don't look at her low cultivation and in the future, just for your personal selfishness, oppress her, and force her to refine elixir."

"Of course not!"

The elders of the Precepts Hall, headed by Qing Xuan, immediately swore, "I am not a traitorous villain. If I can be saved, in the future, as long as the other party does not hurt Nanxun's disciples and does not shake Nanxun's foundation. They are forever my savior."

Halfway through, Qing Xuan reacted, "You... still have that elixir?"

His voice trembles.

Elder Zhang smiled bitterly, "It's all finished."

But he looked back.

Su Yu was protected by everyone from Zhiqiong Peak and Baiyu Peak. Her yellow dress was dancing with the wind.

Outside the Competition Tower, the whole Nanxun is a mess.

The disciple onlookers looked at their sect head mournfully and soon looked at Elder Zhang with an expectant gaze.

He Tong, who is the head of the whole sect, and Qing Xuan, the first elder of the Precepts, also looked at them.

But they saw Su Yu nod to Elder Zhang and walk out of the crowd of Zhiqiong Peak's disciples.

She came towards them with bright features and a straight back.

While she walked forward, a mass of five elements of spiritual fire spewed out from her hand. A hot wok jumped out of her spatial storage bag.

Qing Xuan was stunned. Except for Hong Yun, who fell to the ground, all the other elders were shocked.

The disciples, who were watching the battle, all looked at Su Yu.

"This is...?" The head He Tong was stunned.

Isn't this girl only at Foundation Building?

He seems to have a little impression, but he doesn't remember who she is.

'She uses a wok as a magic weapon?'

Qing Xuan is full of wrinkles, and no one can see a trace of his handsome face. Looking at Su Yu, his face is complicated and amazed, and then a smile emerges. "It turns out to be you."

"It all makes sense."

'It turned out that Yu Qingzi's pill was made by her.'

Instead, he said solemnly, "You make alchemy, and let the head take it first."

The other elders of the Precepts Hall quickly reacted, turning from surprise to grief.

They might be all dead today.

As an alchemist in the Foundation Establishment period, it is very good to be able to make one pot of elixir per day.

At her level, there are at most three pills in one pot.

There are twelve elders in the Precepts Hall, and most of them are dying.

Every second counts.

"I give up. Let the head live and lead the sect."

"I'm tired of living too."

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The elders smiled and showed a mouthful of their missing teeth.

"My practice is not as good as Elder Qing Xuan, nor the headmaster. If I die, I will die!"

"Headmaster, take care of the descendants of my Rong family and my direct disciples. I have no other requirements."

The elders of the Precepts Hall explained their last words one after another.

Only then did the onlookers react. They looked at Su Yu, and the hope that finally ignited in their hearts was dashed again.

It would be great if she was already in the Golden Core or a Nascent Soul!

But after one breath, they saw Elder Zhang rise into the air. "Niece Su, you get busy first. I will go to Zhiqiong Peak to pick green plums."

After he said that, he flew away.

Su Yu was a bit late when she wanted to speak.

Reluctantly, she looked at the elders who gave up their lives one by one in front of her. Some had already started to write their last words and left their techniques in their jade slips. She sighed slightly.

"Don't worry, seniors."

After she said this, one, two, and three cast iron pots and cauldrons jumped out of her storage bag.

There are three soup pots of different sizes, twelve bamboo steamers...

One by one, all kinds of spiritual materials and ingredients appeared on the wooden table that Yu Dong rushed to bring over.

No master chef cooks one by one.

At the peak of the lunch hour rush, Master Su could hold the line.

In an instant, her hands flew, and her kitchen knife rose and fell.

The spirit fire was lit, and several iron woks, steamers, and soup pots were burning simultaneously.

...

Multiple rich and domineering aromas gradually dispersed throughout the damaged Competition Tower.

The despairing and flustered disciple felt relieved.

The Zhiqiong Peak disciples helped up the head and elders who fell to the ground. They had their eyes tightly locked on the spiritual fire in front of Su Yu, and their eyes flickered.

"Is this alchemy? Or... cooking?"

He Tong was shocked.

But soon, there was an answer.

Peach trays with halo rings clearly visible were brought to them by Yan Yan's flying sword behind Su Yu.

Three elixir halos fell on the bamboo steamer.

Three elixir halos fell on the giant white porcelain bowl.

Three elixir halos fell on the soup cup.

In the end, the elixir halos on the tray form nine chains, which intersect end to end!

Su Yu nodded towards them, "Seniors, try this set of three bowls as soon as possible... If it doesn't work, I'll try something else."

He Tong, the leader, was stunned. 'It is an elixir?'

The forehead of the first elder of the Precepts Hall twitched. 'If it was useless, try something else?'

Su Yu raised her hand and raised the cover on the tray.

He Tong bowed his head and saw the golden light in the soup cup flickering.

Su Yu poured in some spiritual water, and it immediately turned into a clear rolling soup.

He Tong was taken aback.

'Is this the turtle shell powder water that replenishes vitality?'

He looked at the giant white porcelain bowl next to him and saw a snow-colored, slender sandalwood-like coil, which was seemingly endless... pill?

Su Yu grabbed an iron wok, came up behind him with heated oil with scarlet chili pepper and poured it on top of the pill.

Then she used chopsticks to pick up four pieces of radish carved into several words and placed them on the snow-colored elixir.

“Longevity as long as the sky.”

He Tong: …

Su Yu wanted to sprinkle a spoonful of chili oil on the longevity noodles.

But after cooking in a five-element pot, the chili flakes turned to the size of an almond.

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Master Su did her best.

Then she quickly stepped forward, uncovered the bamboo steamer, and set out the final look of this longevity-themed set.

Longevity Peach Bun.

He Tong, the head of the sect, stared at this pink peach-shaped pill in the steamer that was as big as his thumb but lifelike.

He looked up at the female disciple in front of him and felt that his only half a day's worth of lifespan was shocked at this moment.

'Did she refine three different pills in one go?'

"Qing Xuan, have I returned to the West? Tell me now!"

[T/N: The West here means the afterlife.]

Qing Xuan was also dumbfounded. He opened his mouth with only two front teeth left but quickly closed it.

He couldn't answer the Sect Master because he felt that he was old now and no longer handsome, and he was so sad that he had hallucinations!

Why else can a little foundation-building disciple be able to refine three third-grade pills for a dozen of them in one go?

"Little Niece Su!"

Elder Zhang's anxious shout, approaching from a distance. "I brought you all the green plum fruit on Zhiqiong Peak. You hurry up to carve. I also killed three demon hooves from the secret realm and brought them for the round mooncake! I also brought the flesh, bones, and the inner cores of monsters that I stored in Wanjian Mountain."

"You carve the fruit first. Save their lives for a while, and then do other alchemy—"

"If you can keep one person, it's one person!"

His voice rolled.

In an instant, the plums, monsters' flesh, and bones all fell to the ground.

He just landed slowly from the air.

The disciples watching the battle, the elders of the Inspectorate Hall, and the head He Tong all looked at him with complicated expressions.

"What? Could it be that I'm a step late!?" Elder Zhang felt that the atmosphere was not right and raised his eyebrows.

'Late.'

'You are really late.'

'We are almost finished!'

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[T/N: Turtles generally have a long life and are considered to be the symbol of longevity in Chinese culture. I won't put a video of a turtle soup because I used to have a pet turtle, and I just can't.

Longevity noodles are commonly served during Chinese New Year or Birthdays because they represent the wish for long life. The noodles are one string from beginning to end.