"Taoshan Peak sent a pair of second-level purple gold ginseng and a second-level magic weapon meteor hammer."

An old man, who was familiar with the place, came to the medicine house and spent lavishly, showing his sincerity.

"Elder Mu? There's no need to be so grand."

Lu Zhu recognized the old man. She and Chen Sheng once rode cranes down from the city of Sijiu. The pair of white cranes were given to her by Mu Rufeng.

From this point on, Yaolu and Mu Rufeng's Taoist lineage became familiar with each other, and over the years, they became friends.

Since we are familiar with each other, there is no need to bring expensive gifts.

“Yes!”

Mu Rufeng waved his hand, free and easy, and said: "I haven't seen Elder Chen for a long time. I miss him so much. I wonder if we can talk about the past in person."

They are just some external objects. If they can gain Mr. Chen's favor, I wonder how many people would be willing to offer them as tribute.

"Of course."

Mu Rufeng was a friend of Yaolu. Luzhu knew that Chen Sheng was a man of nostalgia and would not turn away old friends as long as they came to visit.

Immediately, she led Mu Rufeng straight to the courtyard of Longxing Palace.

“Elder Mu, you have to take care of your Mu Tong again.”

When Mr. Chen raised his eyes, he saw Mu Rufeng's figure, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

There is no major concern between the two of them, but with Mu Tong as a connection, they get along harmoniously.

Roughly speaking, he is half a family member.

"Nothing, I just came here to catch up. I think we have known each other for 25 years now. Time flies."

Mu Rufeng had such a little thought, but more importantly, he came to congratulate Chen Sheng on achieving the rank of a top-notch second-class alchemist and becoming the pinnacle of alchemists in the border area.

From then on, as long as he did not betray the Immortal Sect, his position would be stable and no one could shake it.

"Although Mu Tong's alchemy skills are not at the top level in Yaolu, they are good enough for him to gain a foothold in Yaolu."

When mentioning Mu Tong, an image of a fat boy emerged in Chen Sheng's mind. He was a little silly, but serious about his work and full of energy.

Like Zhou Lie, Mu Tong settled his mind after participating in the outer sect competition and from then on devoted himself to the study of alchemy, eventually achieving some success.

Over the past 25 years, Mu Tong's name has been mentioned in all the changes in the positions of the pharmacy staff. He has had smooth sailing and has been promoted three times. He now firmly holds a place in the pharmacy.

"It is also because of Elder Chen's care."

Mu Rufeng is an inner sect elder and knows some of the goings-on in the Taoist sect. He is not aboveboard and sometimes, if he is not careful, he may never be able to get up again.

His grandson Mu Tong was not a smart person, but he was able to do well in the medicine house. This must be due to Chen Sheng's care.

"No, that's his own skill."

Mr. Chen shook his head. He would not make an exception for just one person in the rules of the pharmacy he had set.

Mu Tong might not be a very resourceful person, but he was able to stick to the moral principles in his heart, and he was also devoted to the study of alchemy, working tirelessly.

Such people may not be mentioned elsewhere, but in today's pharmacy, they will never be buried or ignored.

"I have a scale in my heart on this matter, and it will never be wrong."

Mu Rufeng doesn't think so and is stubborn. The fact that Mu Tong has had a smooth journey is proof of that.

He was even quite moved by Chen Sheng's tacit behavior, thinking that he was a decent man who took Mu Tong's feelings into consideration.

"Oh……"

Mr. Chen didn't know what to say.

Mu Rufeng had a huge misunderstanding of him.

Ever since the pair of spiritual cranes, matters related to the outer sect competition and Mu Tong’s normal promotion were all considered as “care”.

But he really didn't do anything.

No matter what, Mu Rufeng left with a hearty laugh.

It's the beginning of the month again.

Following the old custom, Mr. Chen came to the side hall with a slightly raised brow. He saw that the documents on the desk were densely packed, more than five or six times thicker than last month.

"How come there are so many documents out of nowhere?"

Puzzled, he sat in the right seat, picked up a document and quickly put it down, then picked up another one. He did this three or four times, and finally a look of sudden enlightenment appeared on his face.

"Yangxin Peak congratulates Elder Chen on his success in achieving the Qianyuan Dragon and Tiger Pill. If there is an opportunity for cooperation in the future, please do not forget us."

"The medicine house is in the hands of Elder Chen, it is in its prime and majestic. Changming Peak pays homage to it."

"Many people in the Law Enforcement Hall are fighting. If Elder Chen refines a high-grade healing elixir, don't forget the brothers."

…

The surge in documents on the desks was not because the work had increased five or six times, but because of the congratulatory messages that people from the major Taoist sects, deacons, elders, etc., had submitted through various channels.

"These people bother me openly and in writing..."

Mr. Chen was somewhat speechless. Others might like the atmosphere of being the center of attention, but he did not. He just wanted to live peacefully and steadily on the path of cultivating immortals.

All the trivial matters and complicated human relationships are illusory.

But he couldn't completely transcend it, he could only restrain himself a little and try not to get involved.

"Tu Feng and Yao Lu are fighting over a mineral vein, and there have been casualties."

Suddenly, a serious document came into Chen Sheng's sight. He raised his eyebrows and looked a little solemn.

What was recorded above was a new mineral vein, which was discovered by Yaolu and Tu Feng at the same time. The two sides failed to reach an agreement, so a fight broke out.

On the medicine house side, an alchemist was slightly injured, two alchemy apprentices were seriously injured, and more than a dozen servants were directly beaten to death.

"Elder Tu Feng, the conflict between the two families cannot be escalated any further. You will be the judge of whether it is reasonable or not."

Mr. Chen's words were well-spoken, but the document he wrote to Tu Feng was full of swords and weapons, and his pen strokes were sharp, as if there were lines of sword energy that were about to fly up.

The medicine house has its own rules and regulations, and there are rules for what should and should not be fought for.

Since they have argued, the one who is wrong is Tu Feng.

Tu Feng.

"What do you think?"

Elder Tu Feng summoned Xing Ming, showed him the documents from Yaolu, and asked him to express his opinion.

"Let us make the decision? That sounds good, but can this conflict of interest be explained clearly?"

Xing Ming saw it clearly. An ownerless mineral vein was extremely valuable and everyone wanted to control it. It was normal for the two sides to disagree and have a dispute, and then to fight.

The sight of blood and the accumulation of anger cannot be explained with words.

"Yeah, it's hard to explain. Others will only think that the winner is stronger."

Elder Tu Feng nodded slightly, agreeing with Xing Ming's argument. The confrontation between the two Taoist sects also reflected the difference in strength.

How can a strong Taoist sect reason with a weak Taoist sect and then apologize?

"Then I will send some people to guard the Crow Cloud Mine to prevent Yaolu from sending reinforcements and bullying us."

There was a hint of joy in Xingming's eyes. Back then, he and Chen Sheng competed for the position of the elder of Yaolu, but he was jumped by the people of the Law Enforcement Hall halfway and fell into the conspiracy.

Now, I am happy to be able to help Mr. Chen.

"No thanks, just go down."

Elder Tu Feng waved his hand, refuted Xing Ming's idea and asked him to leave.

"Peak Master?"

Xing Ming was confused and couldn't wrap his mind around it. He even suspected that he was hallucinating and heard things he shouldn't have heard.

"You don't need to worry about this matter."

Elder Tu Feng stared at Xing Ming, and the emotion revealed in his eyes was extremely serious.

Xing Ming's heart trembled, as if all his little thoughts had been seen through. He lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Elder Tu Feng's eyes. He wanted to speak several times, but finally admitted it.

"Peak Master, what Junior Brother Xingming said makes sense. Why..."

After Xingming left, one of his fellow apprentices was also puzzled as to why the elder had abandoned the correct plan.

"Does it make sense? Didn't he just say that conflicts of interest are hard to explain?"

Elder Tu Feng stood on the top of the mountain, with his back to his disciples, and said with a gloomy look in his eyes: "He has a conflict with Mr. Chen. I don't need him. This is a consideration of interests."

These words seemed like an explanation, but also like they were spoken to himself.

"Is Yaolu so powerful that even the Peak Master has to give in?"

The man understood. No matter how much he said, no matter how righteous he was, he could not hide the power of Yaolu. Especially with Chen Sheng, a top second-level alchemist, in charge, it was impossible for Tu Feng to hold on to it for a mineral vein.

Xing Ming had thoughts in his mind that shouldn't have arisen, so he was naturally abandoned.

Mingdu Mountain.

A crack appeared in it, which was very deep but not dark. The sky light shone through, reflecting bits of golden light.

The yin and yang of the mountain divided the camps into two factions. Each faction built a fortress and constructed a formation to compete with each other.

"Master Huang, it's not a good idea to fight to the death with these alchemists."

In the left camp, a deacon of Tu Feng, with a bitter face and lack of confidence, was discussing with a burly, middle-aged man with a defiant look.

"You're scared!"

Huang Xiancheng glanced at the manager with a sidelong glance, looking nonchalant.

"He is the alchemist of Yaolu, and he is very valuable."

Deacon Tu Feng smiled bitterly.

Alchemists have been noble since ancient times.

The alchemist in Yaolu is even more noble and cannot be easily attacked.

"The upper echelons have their own considerations. If the sky falls, the tall people will hold it up. What are you afraid of?"

Huang Xiancheng looked nonchalant. He was a casual cultivator and was fearless. With Xingming's secret instructions, he was confident.

He could beat or scold the immortal monks and alchemists in the medicine house who were usually high and mighty, and he felt very powerful.

"Yes, yes, I was worrying for no reason."

Deacon Tu Feng frowned so hard that his eyebrows almost collapsed together, but he couldn't convince Huang Xiancheng, so he had to retreat.

The fist holds the dominant power. Huang Xiancheng is a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage. How could he, a small figure in the Qi Refining Stage, dare to make any move?

at this time.

"Bah! If we weren't bad at fighting, we would have torn that guy's head off long ago."

In the right camp, two monks from the Medicine House who specialized in growing spiritual herbs stared at the opposite side with extremely unfriendly eyes.

This was the first time they felt suffocated in all these years.

"The documents from Mingdu Mountain have already been placed on the elder's desk. He won't be able to stay here for long."

According to the documents, Master Qi Dan, who was injured, was also very resentful, but he was still able to calmly manage the situation.

He believed that Yaolu would give them the most fair treatment.

"Yes, the elders will take care of it."

After hearing what he said, the monks in the medicine house fell silent, looking forward to the elder's reinforcements arriving soon to sweep away the scumbags on the opposite side.

No one would doubt this! "Where is Huang Xiancheng!"

The sun was at its highest point, and when the sky was bright, a young monk in a golden robe appeared in the sky. He had an indifferent expression, and he descended on Mingdu Mountain and called out a man's name.

"It's me! Why isn't Manager Xingming here?"

Huang Xiancheng walked out, sensed something was wrong, and gave out Xing Ming's name.

He dared to act so recklessly and provoke Yao Lu, which was really the courage given by Xing Ming.

This person is a senior executive of Tu Feng. He holds great power and his words carry a lot of weight, so he dares to provoke Yao Lu.

"You bold villain, you deceived the Tufeng disciples and harmed the alchemist of Yaolu, you deserve to be killed."

The golden-robed monk shouted loudly, and the void rumbled like thunder. A murderous aura swept across an area of ​​dozens of miles, causing the clouds to disperse and the rocks to fall down.

The next moment, he controlled the flying sword, which seemed to melt into one with the sunlight in the sky, and disappeared in a flash.

"clang"

Huang Xiancheng's heart was pounding, as if a disaster was about to happen. He turned around and found a cut on his left arm.

A blood-stained flying sword flew past him. If he had been a little slower, he would have been cut in half.

"No, I want to see the manager of Xingming."

Huang Xiancheng seemed unaware of the blood on his hands, but he knew in his mind that he had become the victim of the two families in the fight. He had an outlet to vent and a way out.

This won't work. He's on the side of Tu Feng and Yao Lu in the fight against each other. It's an internal dispute and the Guangxiu Immortal Sect won't make a big fuss.

And if he was kicked out of Tu Feng's team, it would mean that he was looking for trouble with Yao Lu and offended Guangxiu Xianzong.

He cannot afford this result.

The real mastermind is Xing Ming. That guy must come forward to remove him from the dangerous position.

"No, he won't see you."

The golden-robed monk sneered. Xing Ming was Tu Feng's direct descendant, so he would naturally not be sacrificed. As for a person like Huang Xiancheng, who was like a weed, it didn't matter.

"You pick me up when you need me, and throw me away when you don't. How can this be justified in the world?"

Huang Xiancheng felt the arrogance and dominance of the Immortal Sect. Thinking of his own situation, he became angry and his rebellious and domineering side was completely revealed.

"kill!"

There was a fierce light in his eyes. The cultivators of the Immortal Sect had their own way of life, and these independent cultivators also had their own ways.

He would not get involved in this matter. He would kill the superior in front of him, escape with his life, and live somewhere else.

I won’t serve you anymore!

As soon as his thought changed, Huang Xiancheng felt that the world was vast and he could roam freely.

He held a dominant sword in his hand and raised it up. The sword intent soared into the sky and rose from the ground. He himself turned into an abyss and supported the sacred mountain, and smashed straight into the golden-robed monk.

"How dare you be so violent!"

The golden-robed monk had an indifferent look on his face. Immortal sect monks were always arrogant, not because of their status, but because of their superior background.

He spat out a second-level magical weapon, which was a stone seal, square in shape. It fell down and suppressed the world in all directions, leaving Huang Xiancheng with nowhere to escape.

Then, with a downward pressure, a hole suddenly appeared on Huang Xiancheng's head, with white and red liquid emitting from it, drowning the life fire.

"I hate it. If I had known, I would have sold my life to the medicine house."

His eyes were dazed and when he was dying, he was full of resentment towards Xing Ming. If he had known that he was an unreliable person, he would have sold his life to the pharmacy. At least he could have been powerful for a few decades.

"Tu Feng doesn't want it, so why should we?"

Master Qi Dan witnessed the whole process personally and knew that it was Yaolu who made the effort to get Tu Feng to set things right.

When he heard this, he muttered to himself that all the people in the pharmacy were clean and honest, and they would never accept such unruly and domineering people.

"Everyone, the matter has been resolved. From now on, this Yayun Mine will belong to Yaolu."

Hearing this, the corners of the golden-robed monk's mouth twitched, and he finally suppressed the complaints in his heart. He bowed to the people in the medicine house, turned around and entered Qingming.

(End of this chapter)