Ever since the previous cooperation was reached, the Dragon King sent people to deliver the first batch of alchemy materials to Chen Luo. After three months of refining, the elixir was successfully produced.

Bang!

The furnace cover is open.

A pill emitting green smoke flew out of the furnace and hit the ground with a bang. A large piece of the floor tile next to it was shattered.

The pill was dark red in color all over, and after falling to the ground for just a few moments, it had already corroded a large piece of the floor tile.

Sizzle…

Looking at the strange pill with an uneven surface on the ground, Chen Luo hesitated for a long time and didn't dare to try it.

When he opened the furnace just now, he originally wanted to put the pill into the alchemy gourd, but the "medicinal strength" of this pill exceeded his expectations, so it fell to the ground.

The process of refining new elixirs is inevitably a bit tortuous. Some losses are also expected, and I believe that the Dragon King can understand.

The smoke cleared, Chen Luo stretched out his right hand, and his spiritual power turned into a palm to pick up the pill on the ground and suspended it in front of him.

The smell is a bit bad.

This was my first reaction after getting the pill.

From the perspective of the blast furnace, the fact that this pill could condense into shape was already a success. As for the efficacy of the medicine, only those who have eaten it can have a say.

"Someone come."

Chen Luo covered the pill with talisman paper to suppress the spiritual energy escaping from the surface before putting it into the porcelain bottle.

The puppet outside quickly pushed the door open and walked in. Without Chen Luo's instructions, he took the porcelain bottle in his hands, then turned around and left. On the Snow Mountain, there were only two real immortal cultivators, one was Chen Luo, and the other was Mu Jianyu. Except for the two of them, all the others were puppets.

Mu Jianyu was still in seclusion, and Chen Luo did not ask about her specific progress. However, from the occasional fluctuations of spiritual power coming from her secret room, it could be seen that the progress of her seclusion and hard training was not going very smoothly.

"With Fellow Daoist Jiaolong's physique, he shouldn't be able to die from the food."

Chen Luo thought about it and felt that there was no problem.

Just at this moment, the communication symbol on the waist lit up.

Chen Luo took a look, then stood up and walked out of the secret room. When he came to the edge of the cliff, the mountain breeze blew, and Chen Luo stood with his hands behind his back, as if waiting for someone. But after a moment, a sound of wind chimes came from the sky, and a car frame drove over with rainbow light, and stopped at the edge of the snow mountain.

Two people walked out of the car, a boy and a girl, both were boys.

The two men opened the car door from left to right.

A red satin extends from the frame, spreading to the edge of the cliff, forming a red sky bridge.

"Welcome to the Snow Mountain Ancestor."

The Wanfa Immortal Meeting of the Chunyang Immortal Sect was held as scheduled. Chen Luo, as a representative of local immortal cultivators and the Snow Mountain Patriarch respected by countless casual cultivators, was naturally also invited. The person who came to invite Chen Luo last time also gave him a formation master's ancestor. The courtesy was so thorough that Chen Zhenren felt very satisfied.

The friction between the Ancient Sword Sect and the Pure Yang Immortal Sect did not continue to expand.

After a brief meeting between the two sects, the monks reached a settlement soon. Only Wanbaolou was seriously injured in the previous incident and was blackmailed for a large amount of spiritual stones. Chen Luo heard this news from the Dragon King.

Because the old dragon’s curse was very harsh.

"Let's go."

Chen Luo stepped onto the carriage on the red satin.

The carriage circled in the air, turned around, and flew back in the direction it came from. Wherever it passed, immortal music lingered and red clouds filled the sky. Just the style of this trip was far beyond the comparison of the Corpse Immortal Dao monks eight thousand years later.

The Assembly of Ten Thousand Immortals is a grand event held by the Chunyang Immortal Sect. Its main purpose is to gather the vital forces of the immortal cultivation world to jointly discuss ways to deal with the plague beast.

The minimum requirement to participate in the Dharma Assembly is to be a spirit. Immortal cultivators at the first level are not even qualified to enter.

Chen Luo's arrival attracted the attention of many people. Anyone who could be picked up by the Chunyang Dharma Chariot was either a great Taoist master or an old Hedao ancestor.

Chen Luo's face was very unfamiliar, and the clothes he was wearing were not the style of a Dao Sect elder, which made everyone instantly guess his identity.

"Please come in, senior."

After the boy and girl got off the carriage, they quickly led Chen Luo to the inner courtyard. The monks on both sides would automatically give way when they saw him.

The scale of the Ten Thousand Immortals Dharma Assembly is very large.

In order to create spiritual mist in this barren land, the Chunyang Immortal Sect crushed the spiritual stones and scattered them on the ground. Using this almost wasteful method, they created a false spiritual vein.

This spiritual vein can only last for a month, and the effort and reward are completely disproportionate. But Chunyang Immortal Sect doesn't care. As one of the top nine sects, they have this foundation.

The area where the Hedao monks are located is the core of the spiritual vein.

As soon as Chen Luo walked in, a maid stepped forward to take over the responsibility of leading the boy and girl and brought him to a small courtyard. The spiritual energy here was almost tangible, and there was a pale white spiritual mist floating on the ground. When it passed over the arm, one could clearly feel the cool touch.

Several old monsters with strong auras were meditating inside.

When Chen Luo came in, these people acted as if they didn't see him and continued to practice on their own. Only the old man in the middle, who was wearing the clothes of the Chunyang Immortal Sect, opened his eyes and nodded to him.

"Your seat is over here."

The maid carefully led Chen Luo to his seat.

As a local cultivator, Chen Luo's seat was naturally the outermost. This was also why the maid was nervous. This seating arrangement clearly showed that Chen Luo was not taken seriously. If he was unhappy, he might take it out on her.

It is possible to lose one's life, so no one would go against the old monster Hedao just for a maid like her.

Fortunately, Chen Luo did not get angry. He sat down and sent the maid away.

He looked forward.

There are eleven tables in the courtyard. The six tables in the front are already occupied, but the four tables in the middle are still empty, probably because the invited guests have not arrived yet.

Chen Luo also sat down like everyone else and began to meditate. He didn't know how long it had been when he suddenly heard a voice in his ears.

"But the Snow Mountain Ancestor?"

When he opened his eyes, Chen Luo found that it was a strange female cultivator.

The woman was wearing a pink dress, with her hands behind her back and her body slightly hunched. The silver ornaments on her head fell down, and the two star-shaped pendants on her earlobes swayed gently with her body movements.

"What is it?"

Chen Luo replied expressionlessly. He glanced around and found that the seats were full. The four seats at the back were occupied by Returning to Void cultivators. This woman was the guest sitting in the tenth seat.

Although these people are only Return to Void cultivators, they all have powerful sects behind them. In the judgment of Chunyang Immortal Sect, these people are more important than Chen Luo, so they are seated in this way.

"I heard that fellow Taoist is very interested in 'archaeology', and I happen to know something about an ancient tomb..."

The female cultivator sat down next to Chen Luo, and a faint floral scent wafted over. She casually picked up the spiritual fruit on Chen Luo's table and took a bite.

"Miaoyinmen Yinxi."

After putting down the spiritual fruit, the female cultivator introduced her name.

Chen Luo didn't say anything.

He looked at the woman in front of him with a strange expression, and a hint of gray flashed in his pupils.

From Brother Changqing's perspective, he clearly saw a mark appearing on the woman's body, which spread into his body through the fragrance of the flowers.

Eating spiritual fruits before was just a way to cover up this behavior.

Not far behind the two men, two female practitioners from the Miaoyin Sect showed a hint of sneer on their faces.

"After all, a casual cultivator is just a casual cultivator. He has never seen the world. Even if he breaks through to the Hedao realm, he is just a plaything in the hands of the senior sister."

Yin Xi has also been observing Chen Luo's reaction.

Choosing to attack Chen Luo was still a big risk, after all, he was a Hedao old monster, and he would be discovered if he was not careful. However, the gains after success would be very obvious, being able to control a Hedao cultivator, even the lowest level of Hedao cultivator, could be of great help.

Even if he was unlucky enough to be discovered, his life would not be in danger, at most he would be taught a lesson. A casual cultivator ranked eleventh by the Pure Yang Immortal Sect, even if he was at the He Dao Realm, could not compare to the Taoist disciples like them.

"Daoyou?"

Seeing that Chen Luo did not respond, Yin Xi raised her hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

"The mark is very good, but you are a little too weak."

Chen Luo finally spoke.

As soon as the words came out, the face of Fairy Miaoyin on the opposite side changed.

"wait……"

Chen Luo raised his right hand, holding a translucent mark between his index and middle fingers. The mark was like a bug, struggling constantly between the two fingers.

Bang!

With a slight force from two fingers, the translucent mark was crushed like a leech.

The face of the Fairy Miaoyin who was standing opposite her turned pale, and the spiritual power in her body surged up, and then it backfired and a mouthful of blood spurted out of her throat. The sequelae left by the mark backfired and made her fall to the ground, and the image of the fairy was completely destroyed.

"Big sister!"

“Fairy!!”

The commotion here soon attracted the attention of several people behind. Two cultivators, a man and a woman, rushed forward quickly. One of them helped Fairy Miaoyin up, and the other glared at Chen Luo with eyes wide open, as if he wanted to take action.

"stop!"

Fairy Miaoyin Yinxi, who had suppressed her injuries, quickly spoke up to stop them.

Although this person is just a casual cultivator, he is a Hedao cultivator after all. The previous test has already reached the limit. If he continues to offend, it is very likely that he will become angry and embarrassed. If he kills them all without caring, it will be a big loss.

Even if the sect avenges them afterwards, there is no way they can come back to life.

"I was just asking senior some questions about cultivation." Yin Xi took a deep breath and found an excuse for Chen Luo.

Seeing this, the people around him reacted immediately.

At this time, several Hedao monks who were communicating in the distance also turned their eyes over. It was hard not to pay attention to such a big commotion.

"Don't think you can be lawless just because you are in the Hedao realm. The foundation of our Dao Sect is definitely not something that a casual cultivator like you can imagine."

The male cultivator who was scolded felt a little embarrassed, so he said something harsh. This kind of core disciple from the Taoist sect had been smooth sailing since the beginning of their cultivation. They were used to being high and mighty, and they valued face more than life.

Phew!

A giant hand transformed by spiritual power slapped the male cultivator, who didn't even have time to say his name, into a pulp.

The spiritual power palm also rolled over the ground to ensure that the meat paste would not recover.

(End of this chapter)