A member of the Golden Immortal Sect?
The strong man took a breath, had this mortal been deceived?
Since when can deceived mortals be able to descend the mountain at will? Aren't you afraid of being kidnapped?
"The sect's new recruit, right?"
The strong man's expression immediately turned ferocious, and he pushed the young man away, with such force that he fell to the ground, and the wild vegetable roots in the rattan basket behind him spilled all over the ground.
"You..." The young man showed anger.
"Why, I don't want you to get into my butt! A person...a newcomer, why are you pretending to be a big deal here, and why is Mr. Song not Mr. Song? Hey, I am the third disciple of the Jinxian Sect!"
The strong man looked like he had lost interest and ignored the young man and walked straight forward.
But as he walked, he felt something was wrong again.
Originally, there were a lot of woods under the flat-topped mountain, hiding the mountain path, but now it was all flat land with no visible tree roots. Then, he stopped and looked horrified.
Just at the foot of the mountain, he saw rows of houses, about a dozen of them, scattered in an orderly manner. Mortals could also be seen nearby, either logging not far away, or pulling something in the nearby bushes and watching. in Apple pie order.
It's like a village.
Sumeru... can there still be villages?
"Kids, is this where you live?" The strong man looked back in surprise at the young man who was following him.
The young man raised his brows and ignored the strong man. He was not afraid of his huge body. He deliberately bumped past him and said, "I won't talk to you! You look down on Mr. Song!"
"Yo ho!"
Several veins popped out on the back of the strong man's hands.
Just a mortal, how dare you talk to him like that...
He clenched his fists and glared at the young man, "You are damn lucky to have arrived at the Golden Immortal Sect! I am the third-ranked disciple. Do you know what the concept is?"
Mortals can't break it, otherwise their mood will be damaged, and the old man will probably make people uncomfortable if he gets angry.
"I don't care, it's wrong to say Master Song! Ahem!"
The young man yelled with his head clenched, and suddenly started coughing again. Once the coughing started, it seemed that he couldn't stop it. He bent over and coughed non-stop, which made his body tremble.
"Hahahaha, scum!" The strong man laughed loudly.
"Xiao Su, Dan, eat Dan!"
A middle-aged man who was digging in the bushes nearby was rushing here. When he saw the boy coughing, he shouted quickly.
The young man tremblingly put his hands on the belt around his waist, dug at it for a long time, and took out a crystal-clear elixir.
He took the elixir, coughed a few times, and then stopped coughing. He patted his chest and looked soothed.
"I forgot to take the elixir. I feel better now." The young man shook his head: "I thought I was almost healed, and I was thinking if I could not bother Mr. Song to make elixirs for us, but it turned out that I still couldn't do it without taking the elixir..."
"Grow it slowly, it's still early for us."
The middle-aged man smiled, suddenly his face turned pale, his throat surged, and he spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm.
"I thought the same thing as you two days ago, but I found that if I didn't take pills, my breathing would become difficult and the phlegm would increase. I still have to continue taking pills for recovery."
As he spoke, he turned around and looked at the frightening strong man who was over two meters tall. He cupped his hands and said, "This..."
"Ignore him. He looks down on Master Song and calls himself the third disciple." The young man snorted coldly.
The middle-aged man frowned, showing a hint of unkindness, but he still held up his hands and said with a smile: "It turns out they are the three great immortals, but they are strangers... The villain Wang Er is the temporary manager of this newly built place."
The strong man ignored him. At this time, his eyes widened and he stared directly at the young man, "What kind of pill was that just now?!"
"The three great immortals don't know?" Wang Er looked suspicious, "All the disciples of the Golden Immortal Sect should know..."
"You, a mere mortal, have the guts to test me?! I just haven't been back to the sect for a long time. I just came back today!"
The strong man suppressed his inner irritation, stretched out his hand and said, "Do you still have the elixir just now? Let me see!"
Wang Er looked at the strong man's almost explosive body and did not dare to resist. He took out a wild vegetable pill from the bag on his waist and handed it to the strong man.
The strong man quickly grabbed it, looked at it carefully, and then swallowed the pill directly.
He smacked his lips, and a look of confusion appeared in his eyes.
The medicinal effect of the elixir is very poor. It seems to only have the effect of filling the stomach and curing diseases, but it is definitely a good thing for mortals to eat.
But...this is definitely a top-grade elixir!
"Where did it come from?" he asked.
"It was made by the sect. Because we lacked enough food, we made elixirs to give us temporary relief." Wang Er answered honestly.
"..."
He understood what Wang Er said, but he didn't quite understand the specific meaning.
Take the top-grade elixir for temporary relief?
Aren't you taking big pills?
It was a top-grade elixir, not to mention its efficacy, but just in terms of quality, he himself had rarely seen it.
Master, has this unlocked a new way of raising food?
"What's this from Ge Niang?" He cursed, ignored these people, and walked straight towards the mountain.
Passing the mountain road, he soon saw the mountain gate. It was early in the morning, and the sun shone on the nearby intact buildings and clean squares, as well as on the strong man standing still at the mountain gate.
He opened his mouth, looked at the well-renovated buildings around him, and the people lined up neatly in the square, then turned and left.
The Golden Immortal Gate is occupied by others!
"Huh? Wang Laotu?"
Just when he was about to turn around and leave, a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him.
He turned around and saw a young man wearing brocade clothes and carrying a folding fan walking from a side hall.
The strong man was surprised and said: "Zhang Yingun?!"
Zhang Fei
"My name is Wang Qizheng, not Wang Laotu!"
Wang Qizheng rolled his eyes and continued: "What's going on? How did the Golden Immortal Sect become like this? What's going on with the group of human pills at the foot of the mountain? When did the master use high-grade pills to feed human pills, even if they are perfect people? I have used high-grade elixirs before, and when I saw them, they were just a bunch of scum..."
"Hush! Hush!"
Zhang Feixuan seemed to be frightened. He put his finger to his mouth and stared at him to silence him.
Then he looked around to make sure no one had come out yet. He breathed a sigh of relief and glared at Wang Qizheng again, "Why are you so loud!"
Wang Qizheng's eyes widened angrily and he stared at him: "Dear Ge Niang, when the noise here stops being louder, I will shout!"
Zhang Feixuan had no choice but to change the subject: "What are you doing back here?"
Wang Qizheng sneered: "What a joke, you dare to come back but I don't dare to come back?"
Zhang Fei
"Do you think I want to come back to seek death?!"
Wang Qizheng glared and gritted his teeth and said: "You are not the only one who encountered the Armored Gate. I just found a batch of human elixirs and a few strange beasts. I was robbed by the Armored Gate on the way. Damn the Armored Gate, I entered His father’s asshole!”
He cursed again and continued: "Master hasn't built the foundation yet. He wants to come back and try his luck to see if he can get back my batch of things. If master likes it, maybe I will follow that Zhao Yuanhua Same."
"I understand, you need the pill method, right?"
Zhang Feixuan nodded, suddenly smiled, and grabbed Wang Qizheng's hand: "It just so happens that the senior brother is teaching human elixirs recently, and there will be morning classes soon. You should also meet the senior brother."
"Huh?! Zhao Yuanhua inherits the alchemy method? Master has changed his mind? Still having morning classes? This is strange."
Wang Qizheng was overjoyed when he heard this, but soon became a little confused. He pointed at the group of disciples in the square and said, "Those people also spread the word?"
Zhang Feixuan bared his teeth at him, and his teeth glowed white in the sun.
"Yes!"
