Outside the main hall, Chu Di was giving important instructions to the four Golden Immortals and the Bitter Serpent.
"Everyone, listen more and speak less later. If you offend the Palace Master, even the Heavenly Dao can't save you!"
"Brother, what exactly is the cultivation level of your Palace Master?"
"What cultivation level? Brother Ku, it's better if you don't know what your cultivation level is, so as not to lose the motivation to strive forward."
He had no idea what level of cultivation Meng Fan possessed, but in short, he was invincible forever.
As they were talking, Cao Zhengchun's voice came in.
"Chu Di, you may come in and meet the Palace Master."
The group straightened their clothes and entered the main hall with serious expressions.
Upon entering the hall, they were shocked to see only a few people present, especially the five overlords who were all standing there.
Jingyi, Daozongzi, and Zhichang, on the other hand, were much more composed. The three of them did not know the identities of the people in front of them, but they had witnessed the Sweeper Monk displaying great power, so they did not dare to be negligent.
Upon reaching the center of the main hall, the group, unsure of who they were meeting, simply looked up.
Suddenly, a figure appeared on the main seat. The figure was dressed in a light blue brocade robe, which was not particularly luxurious, but was still elegant.
Looking again, a hazy figure appeared in their field of vision. The face seemed to be shrouded in a light veil, making it impossible to see clearly, yet it exuded a mysterious charm, like viewing flowers through mist or gazing at the moon's reflection in water.
They could almost sense his presence, yet he seemed so far away, as if separated by countless dimensions, so unreachable.
"Chu Di, a third-generation disciple of Yunxiao Palace, greets the Palace Master and congratulates the Palace Master on emerging from seclusion. May the Palace Master's glory endure forever."
Meng Fan didn't care much about these formalities and laughed, "Chu Di, anyone can talk the talk, but what about taking some real action?"
Chu Di respectfully said, "Palace Master, please take a look."
He then slashed backward, opening a spatial rift, and a large amount of immortal crystals rained down, no less than what Hu Li had taken out earlier.
"Palace Master, these are the fourteen million immortal crystals we collected over the years."
Meng Fan knew it wouldn't be a small amount, but he didn't expect Chu Di to offer even more than Hu Li.
"That's thoughtful of you. Is it thanks to the people behind you?"
"That's right, this is the Bitter Serpent, a Taiyi Xuanxian. In the past few years, he has introduced us to many of his clansmen. When they heard that we liked immortal crystals, they all gave us immortal crystals as gifts. They were very hospitable, so we couldn't refuse."
"Yes, it's only fair to reciprocate. You'll have a chance to repay them in the future."
"I will keep this in mind and will definitely keep in touch with you often in the future."
Meng Fan didn't care how Chu Di came to be; he only cared that these immortal crystals appearing before him was a great achievement.
Meng Fan looked at the Bitter Snake and asked, "Your name is Bitter Snake?"
Bitter Snake dared not raise his head and hurriedly said, "My lord, my original name was Snake Wo, but my father changed it to Bitter Snake."
"Hmm, you've done well. Now, tell me, what do you want?"
What do I want?
Bitter Snake seemed a bit lost, as if to say, should I ask for a big amount or just a symbolic amount?
"I'll give you five breaths to think it over."
"I want to advance to the Golden Immortal realm!"
After hesitating for a moment, the bitter snake finally decided to ask for a big one, wondering if the person in front of it could do such an absurd thing.
Chu Di, standing nearby, was anxious. He thought to himself that this was all the Bitter Serpent could achieve. When he mentioned the Golden Immortal, his accomplishments would only reach the Golden Immortal level. But if he wanted to enter the Cloud Palace, his future achievements would be far more than just the Golden Immortal.
Meng Fan smiled and said, "If outsiders interfere with someone else's Golden Immortal attainment, it will cause their own Dao principles to become fixed, preventing them from making any progress for the rest of their lives. Would you be willing to accept that?"
The Bitter Serpent was taken aback, not expecting that the person before him actually had a way of doing such an absurd thing.
Then, regaining his composure, he replied without hesitation, "Your Excellency is wise; I have no regrets."
"Alright, then I'll grant your wish!"
After Meng Fan finished speaking, he gestured with one hand, and the Bitter Serpent's body was completely under his control, hovering above the main hall.
"Attain utmost emptiness, hold fast to stillness. All things arise together, and I observe their return. All things flourish, each returning to its root. Returning to the root is called stillness; stillness is called returning to one's destiny. Returning to one's destiny is called constancy; knowing constancy is called enlightenment. Not knowing constancy leads to reckless actions and misfortune."
"Knowing the constant allows for tolerance; tolerance leads to impartiality; impartiality leads to kingship; kingship leads to heaven; heaven leads to the Way; the Way leads to longevity; and one will not perish even in death."
"Since you cultivate the laws of ice, I will impart to you the profound mysteries of ice, enabling you to attain the realm of a Golden Immortal."
The laws of immortality surged from Meng Fan's hands, transforming into boundless magical power that poured into the body of the Bitter Serpent.
This kind of power transfer is irreversible. The Great Dao cannot be deceived. With Meng Fan's current cultivation level, he still cannot enable a Taiyi Xuanxian realm cultivator to comprehend the laws and continue to advance like a normal person after the power transfer.
The bitter serpent chose this path, which indeed saved it millions of years of hard work, but that's where it ends.
A powerful Dao principle permeated the palace, and outsiders could never imagine that someone could force someone to break through to the Golden Immortal realm here.
After a long while, the bitter snake slowly descended, and by then he was able to control his body.
He was thrilled to feel the power within him.
"Is this what a Golden Immortal is? His power is inconceivable. Compared to a Taiyi Mystic Immortal, he's worlds apart!"
"Cough cough!"
Upon hearing Chu Di's cough, which was a deliberate reminder, the Bitter Serpent quickly composed himself, his admiration for the figure on the main seat reaching its peak!
"The Bitter Serpent thanks you for your grace, my lord. Your divine powers are unfathomable. I will regard you as the only god in my heart."
Meng Fan waved his hand and said, "The great path cannot be deceived. From now on, you will have nowhere to advance. I hope you will not blame me in the future. This is all your own choice."
The Bitter Serpent was still immersed in excitement and had no idea about anything else!
"The Bitter Serpent's cultivation is all thanks to you, Master. How could I ever forget your kindness?"
"Alright, alright, now you can discuss countermeasures. My requirement is that you rest and recuperate in the coming period, and increase your cultivation as much as possible to prepare for the invasion of the evil god in the Chaos Sea."
After saying that, he couldn't be bothered with them anymore and disappeared.
With his departure, the atmosphere in the main hall became noticeably more relaxed. Although Meng Fan appeared to be exceptionally ordinary, his cultivation had reached the Quasi-Saint realm. While he was not yet a Saint, the Quasi-Saint title carried the word "Saint," giving him a trace of the power of a Saint.
Every gesture they made carried an inexplicable meaning. Even a Great Luo Golden Immortal would not dare to resist a Quasi-Saint, let alone those of them who were at most Golden Immortals.
Meng Fan was on a completely different level from them. A bunch of grown men, only Jing Yi was somewhat acceptable, and he couldn't be bothered to spend any more time with them.
"System, check my current balance."
[Ding! After being converted into standardized Immortal Crystals by the system, your balance is 3.1 million.]
Meng Fan was speechless. The purity of the immortal crystals he had originally condensed was far too high, far beyond what a Taiyi Xuanxian in this world could condense. All the immortal crystals he had condensed amounted to only a little over one million. On the contrary, the gold and silver from the three planets in Youquan were converted into more, amounting to nearly two million.
"The diamond lottery can only be drawn 300 times, so let's wait. It's only been a thousand years, there's still plenty of time."
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