When Tong Su accepted the mechanical paper crane, both the Alchemy Pavilion and the Weapon Forging Workshop received the news.

This place is never short of people. As a sacred site of a powerful being, even the bustling crowds line up quietly, not daring to make a ruckus, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

The cultivators who needed their items appraised obediently carried the boxes containing their pills and magical artifacts, slowly moving along with the procession. They looked up and enviously watched the young cultivators working in the workshops or pavilions walk by with high spirits.

Once someone is valued by a powerful figure and kept in the pavilion, they can become a student here for further study, even without formally paying respects to the master.

How much one learns depends on whether the great master values ​​it. Although one lacks personally passed-down secret techniques, one still gains formal training and can significantly improve one's skills in weapon crafting and alchemy.

How wonderful!

Look at those students, they walk with such ease and confidence, their clothes are neat and their expressions are calm. Compared to a rogue cultivator like myself who toils all year round just to get a meager amount of cultivation resources, they are worlds apart.

The rogue cultivator sighed inwardly, looking at the crowd with a mixture of envy and longing. He desperately hoped that a powerful figure would notice him, perhaps even discovering that he too was an overlooked genius...

Ah, those students, look how carefree and natural they are, they wouldn't even flinch if Mount Tai collapsed before them.

The senior cultivators were also aloof and proud, and they treated these rogue cultivators with indifference. Even when they saw someone with great talent, they would not show any signs of excitement or loss of composure.

Even the most prestigious disciples from the north wouldn't be this confident and carefree, would they?

Just then!

The tightly closed door of the communications building was kicked open from the inside, and a student, his face flushed with excitement and breathing heavily through his nostrils, burst out and ran towards the backyard like the wind, screaming loudly as he ran!

"Teacher! Teacher! That person received the paper crane! That person received the message!"

The senior cultivators who had walked past with composed steps and a haughty, arrogant expression suddenly changed their expressions.

They rolled up their sleeves, their eyes gleaming, tucked the hems of their clothes that were obstructing their path into their waistbands, and hopped and skipped toward the communications building.

"Quickly, quickly, give me that person's location first, I want to go pick her up myself!"

Someone next to him was running faster, and while running, he turned his head and spat:

"Follow your lead? I know you want to snatch her into your weapon-refining/alchemy room first, hoping to take advantage of her proximity and win her over so she'll lend you her exotic fire?"

"What nonsense are you spouting! I don't believe you haven't thought about this before!"

"Hmph! So what if you've thought about it? We'll fight tooth and nail to snatch them!"

As they were talking, the "teacher" whom the young student had gone to inform also came running over, his white beard disheveled and his body covered in furnace ash, clearly having rushed out of the alchemy room.

His old face was full of eager excitement as he asked repeatedly, "Where is she? Where is she? What did she reply? When did she say she was coming?"

The student was stunned for a moment, then said with a mournful face, "I...I don't know! She just received the paper crane, but...she hasn't replied yet..."

The old man was furious, jumping up and down in anger: "You, you, you brat, are you trying to drive this old Taoist priest crazy? Go and contact her right now!"

The rogue cultivators were completely stunned, their jaws practically dropping to the ground!

The old Taoist priest was filthy, his shoes weren't even on properly, and he was covered in soot from head to toe.

However, the most powerful cultivator in the Alchemy Pavilion, the renowned cleanliness-obsessed and picky old ancestor, the Xuan Yan Dan Zu, who would not go out to see anyone until he had combed every single hair of his head.