The Iron Sword Sect is nestled deep within Sword Mountain, a place seldom visited by outsiders.
Early the next morning, Turen Xiong appeared inside the mountain gate of the Iron Sword Sect, standing respectfully before Sect Master Han Tie.
Han Tie was sixty years old, his hair speckled with white, but his complexion was ruddy and his skin wrinkle-free. He was tall and burly, and his entire being exuded an intimidating aura. He sat imposingly on a wooden chair, his legs spread wide, toying with a jade Buddha in his hands and a look of fondness on his face.
Clearly, he understood the jade Buddha’s imnse value.
Finally, he lifted his head and said in a serious tone, "Our Iron Sword Sect has a history of nearly a thousand years, and we must maintain the reputation of our sect."
You didn’t talk like this before, Turen Xiong thought, but outwardly he expressed his tearful gratitude.
Han Tie cast his gaze onto the old man standing beside him, saying indifferently, "Junior brother, you go. Cripple Zhang Bin’s cultivation level, but there’s no need to take his life."
This old man was nad Gu Yang, and he was also nearly sixty. While he was nowhere near as strong as Han Tie, he had already opened nineteen ridians, and the True Qi in his Dantian was nearly full. In other words, he was close to reaching the Rushing Pulse Peak. Within his lifeti, there was hope he could advance to the Qi Sea Realm and then to the Liquid State. As one of the top experts of the Iron Sword Sect, he was one hundred percent confident in his ability to handle a re twenty-year-old youth like Zhang Bin.
"Sect Leader, aren’t you worried about Zhang Bin’s sect?" Gu Yang asked, furrowing his brow.
"I have investigated thoroughly, consulted various other sects, and scrutinized many historical texts. There are no powerful sects within Great Green Mountain," Han Tie declared. "I presu that Zhang Bin stumbled upon an ancient cultivator’s Cave Mansion and acquired a cultivation technique and so elixirs. That’s how he embarked on the path of cultivation and developed miraculous products like the Bright Eye Liquid and Weight Loss Pills. This ti, not only must you cripple him, you must also seize his legacy. If you do, our Iron Sword Sect might beco a first-rate sect."
"Yes, Sect Leader."
Excitent and eagerness showed on Gu Yang’s face.
As for Turen Xiong, he was ecstatic, screaming in his heart, Zhang Bin, your end is nigh!
They set off that very day, purchasing plane tickets and flying toward Qingshan County.
If Zhang Bin were an ordinary cultivator, no matter how exceptional his talent, he would have been dood this ti.
But he just so happened to possess a magical smartphone, and he had always instructed Tutu to monitor the movents of his enemies, like Diao Chenghua, Turen Xiong, and Teng Qianzhang. Thus, even though Turen Xiong, Diao Chenghua, and Gu Yang weren’t using their phones, Tutu still monitored them using street caras. Furthermore, since they had to use their ID cards for train and plane travel, they couldn’t escape Tutu’s surveillance.
So, as Zhang Bin was studying the alien materials in his villa, he promptly received Tutu’s warning.
"What? The Iron Sword Sect actually sent an expert to deal with ?" Zhang Bin’s expression turned ugly, and a fierce rage welled up inside him.
"Master, they not only intend to cripple you, but also to steal your cultivation thod," Tutu said, equally angered.
It had, of course, deduced this by analyzing conversations overheard through various monitoring thods, including the phones of people nearby.
"Good, good, good. Truly ruthless. That’s the Iron Sword Sect for you," Zhang Bin said, his face filled with rage. He asked solemnly, "Tutu, have you found out this person’s strength?"
"I have. It turns out the state has a database on individuals from the Martial World, which includes his information. His na is Gu Yang, he’s fifty-nine years old, and he has opened nineteen ridians. He is close to reaching the Rushing Pulse Peak. He’s one of the top experts of the Iron Sword Sect, and his sword technique is subli and terrifyingly powerful," Tutu said, a hint of nervousness in its voice.
Zhang Bin gasped. Rushing Pulse Peak? That’s far stronger than . I’ve only opened fifteen ridians, and the True Qi in my Dantian isn’t even full yet. By that count, my True Qi volu is just one-sixteenth of his. There’s no way I’m his match. If I hadn’t found out about this in advance, I would have died a horrible death. Their ruthlessness has truly exceeded my estimations.
"Master, you should hide. Don’t et with them," Tutu said.
"Hide? The word ’hide’ has never existed in my dictionary," Zhang Bin said, his killing intent surging, his hostility reaching for the heavens.
He imdiately walked out the door and found the Little Fox playing with Da Huang, Big Fatty, and Second Fatty. He spoke seriously, "Xiao Qian, a powerful enemy is coming after , a cultivator at the Rushing Pulse Peak..."
A look of terror appeared on Xiao Qian’s face. Her previous master had been an extrely powerful expert, and having lived for hundreds of years, she naturally knew how formidable a cultivator at the Peak Realm was. She squeaked anxiously, running around in circles, a mist of tears even forming in her eyes.
Finally, she steeled herself, grabbed Zhang Bin’s trouser leg with her mouth, and led him to her treasured Spiritual dicines, gesturing with her paws.
"Xiao Qian, do you an for to use these five-hundred-year-old Spiritual dicines to refine elixirs and raise my cultivation level?" Zhang Bin asked expectantly.
The Little Fox nodded repeatedly, though her face was etched with the pain of parting with her treasures.
"Xiao Qian, thank you," Zhang Bin said gratefully. Without hesitation, he dug up two stalks each of Lingzhi, Ginseng, and Polygonum Multiflorum that were over five hundred years old. He then dug up so other special supplentary herbs.
He returned to the villa and began the alchemy.
This ti, he was going to refine a different kind of elixir—the True Essence Pill. The pill recipe ca from the Jade Scroll Simple given by Daoist Elder Taiqing.
The pill recipe for the True Essence Pill wasn’t very complex. Unfortunately, the main ingredients it required were abnormally demanding: Spiritual dicine over five hundred years old.
How hard was it to obtain Spiritual dicine that was over five hundred years old? Even Daoist Elder Taiqing hadn’t been able to refine many True Essence Pills in his ti.
But now, Zhang Bin had such dicinal materials, all thanks to Daoist Elder Taiqing, who had cultivated so Spiritual dicines that were now over five hundred years old. Furthermore, Zhang Bin had been consistently watering them with Spiritual Water, so they were definitely over six hundred years old now.
The supplentary herbs also had strict requirents, needing to be over fifty years old. Zhang Bin had planned to refine this kind of elixir in the past, so he had asked Liu Ruolan to procure the seeds long ago. He had been diligently cultivating them, watering them every day with a very concentrated Spiritual Water. Now, they could finally be put to use.
He swiftly gathered all the dicinal materials and began the refinent with great care. With his prior experience in alchemy, he managed to complete the process in about an hour.
He obtained a furnace full of dicinal paste that emitted an exotic fragrance.
A deep joy appeared on Zhang Bin’s face, and his eyes shone with a fiery light.
He imdiately rolled the paste into pills. There were exactly eighteen, each about the size of a Dragon’s Eye.
SWOOSH.
He dashed out of the villa, taking Xiao Qian with him, and headed toward Great Green Mountain like a bolt of lightning.
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