Qin Manyun frowned and said worriedly, "Master, you should be quiet for a while. You can't stand the spraying anymore."

"Hahaha, don't worry, I'll show you what it means to be strong even when old!"

Yao Mengji waved his hand nonchalantly, "Hurry up and get the essence-boosting and qi-strengthening pill! I tell you, after so many sprays, I have mastered the trick and know how to spray just the right amount to be effective."

Not long after, a disciple brought the pill.

Yao Mengji swallowed it, and immediately, a blush began to appear on his pale face, and his back straightened up.

The effect is remarkable.

Bowing, spitting blood, burning incense, and calling.

The whole set of movements is so skillful that it makes people feel distressed.

But after a brief rise, Yao Mengji became even more depressed as he gushed out again. His mouth was dry and his body seemed to be shaking.

"Ancestor, I really have tried my best. If you don't come out this time, I really can't gushed out anymore, otherwise I will die of blood and blood gushing out!"

Yao Mengji prayed in his heart, "Please, don't lose the chain, show up quickly."

As if hearing his prayer, the immortal stone tablet suddenly lit up, and the milky white light immediately enveloped the entire ancestral hall.

Buzz!

The vast breath filled the world.

Everyone was stunned, and then their faces changed. It worked!

Is the immortal... coming?

Yao Mengji was so excited that he was shaking, his eyes fixed on the light above the stone tablet, and he trembled with excitement, "Master... Master!"

There, a phantom was gradually condensing.

But the next moment, the expressions on their faces suddenly froze, and they looked at the phantom with strange eyes, as if they couldn't believe it.

It was a woman. Although she couldn't be said to be peerless, she was also graceful. Moreover, unlike the youthfulness of a girl, this woman's charm and temperament were very mature. Her body was well-proportioned, and every corner exuded a unique style.

She was the kind of woman who would make people fantasize at a glance.

Too familiar, the feeling was about to overflow.

Among immortal cultivators, men rarely try to preserve their appearance. Instead, they like to grow beards and look like immortals. Of course, female cultivators are not like that. They still care about their appearance.

The elders at the scene were stunned.

But when they thought of the age of the shadow, they calmed down a lot.

This is not the point.

The point is that the woman's condition is obviously very bad. The shadow is very faint. She looks weak and powerless. She is not standing, but half lying on the ground. There is blood at the corner of her mouth. She seems to be breathing out more than breathing in.

This look is really similar to Yao Mengji at this time. They are both half dead.

Yao Mengji was stunned at first, and then he said, "Master... Grandmaster?"

The woman glanced at everyone and said weakly, "It's Mengji, how did you become like this? Are you dying too?"

"I just lost too much energy, Grandmaster, you said you...you want..." Yao Mengji was shocked, his eyes widened, and his voice was trembling.

Others were also looking at the woman, with shock and shock in their hearts.

Unexpectedly, a strong sense of sadness suddenly surged into my heart.

This is an immortal!

The only immortal who ascended to the Immortal Palace is actually dying?

How could this happen?

The woman smiled and said, "Okay, there's nothing to be sad about. The fairy world is no different from the world of cultivating immortals. Immortals will naturally die. It's a pity that I can't pass on the immortal spirit. Otherwise, my death wouldn't be a waste."

She looked at Yao Mengji and asked, "Where's your master?"

Yao Mengji's interest was a little low, and he replied, "Two hundred years after my master ascended, he went to survive the calamity and never came back."

Xuying was stunned for a moment, not feeling surprised, and said, "He was too strong-willed and eager for success. As expected, he failed to survive the calamity and died less than two thousand years old. He died a little prematurely."

Yao Mengji suppressed his inner sadness and introduced, "Master, this is my disciple, Qin Manyun."

"Oh? And a girl?"

The shadow smiled, and after taking a look at Qin Manyun, his pupils suddenly widened and he gasped.

"Yuan... Late Yuanying? Little girl, how old are you?"

Qin Manyun replied respectfully: "Master, I will be thirty after this year."

"Late Yuanying at the age of less than thirty? This talent is much better than mine back then!" The

shadow looked at Qin Manyun carefully, and the satisfaction in his eyes could not be stopped at all. He continued: "And in terms of appearance alone, she can actually be on par with me, which is rare! Mengji, you really have a good disciple!"

Yao Mengji nodded, but his eyes were a little wet.

Thousands of years have passed, and my master is still the same as before, even his narcissistic way of speaking has not changed.

I remember that I was just a dozen years old at that time, and now the world has changed. Although the high-spirited woman has achieved her goal of becoming an immortal, she is now in danger.

All kinds of past events flashed by, making his throat a little dry. He held back his tears and said hoarsely, "Master, is there any way to heal your injury?"

"Don't even think about my injury. What I need is simply out of reach in the entire world of immortal cultivation." The woman shook her head and said nonchalantly, "I can come back to take a look before I leave, and I see such a satisfied disciple. I can rest in peace now."

She smiled slightly, raised her hand and waved lightly, and immediately a fruit fell in front of Qin Manyun, "This time, Master can't help you much, and I don't have anything good to give you. Just use this as a meeting gift."

The fruit was only the size of a longan and was purple all over. It looked a bit like a plum.

Yao Mengji secretly glanced at his master, and saw that she was looking at everyone with a steady gaze, and she looked eager to try. Even her originally pale face became a little rosy, and he couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

Knowing his master's character, he perfectly made fun of her and said, "Master, what is this? Why have I never seen it before? Is it food from the fairy world?"

The woman gave Yao Mengji a teachable look and simply introduced, "This is a special spiritual fruit called Tao fruit!"

"Tao fruit?" Everyone was stunned.

The woman was even more satisfied with the reactions of the crowd, and said somewhat complacently: "This spiritual fruit is extremely rare even in the fairy world. I was lucky enough to get it in an ancient ruins. For this, I even fought with two immortals, but fortunately, I won in the end and retreated calmly."

"Ancient ruins? Fighting with immortals?"

Everyone was yearning for it, showing a look of shock and expectation, and their eyes looking at the Taoist fruit suddenly became cautious.

The woman smiled slightly and said: "Do you know what the effect of this fruit is?"

Everyone shook their heads together.

"You must not dare to think about this effect!" The woman deliberately showed off, with a mysterious look in her eyes, and said in a low voice: "It contains the rhyme of Tao!"