Chapter 6 Zhang Sanfeng's Disciple! The Immortal Pill!
"See the sect leader!" The loud and clear voice not only startled Zhang Hu Pan, but also the two young Taoist priests. They were used to the old Taoist masters speaking in a gentle and peaceful tone, and didn't expect such a loud voice. What's more confusing for the two young Taoist priests was why they called the person in front of them "sect leader". Even if Qingmu Shixiong had stepped down, even if the person in front of them was indeed the sect leader, they had never seen these old seniors pay such great respect to Qingmu Shixiong before! Just as the two young Taoist priests were confused, they suddenly felt a gentle force lift them up. Then they heard the Taoist priest in front of them, who still looked calm and composed, say: "You don't have to be polite, I am Yunming, and I have come down the mountain to cultivate according to the order of my master Zhang Sanfeng." This finally made Qingteng and the others understand why their masters and ancestors had paid such great respect to this Taoist priest. Who is Zhang Sanfeng? He's the founder of the Wudang Sect, a god-like figure! The person in front of them was his disciple! However, they soon became confused again. If he was indeed Zhang Sanfeng's disciple, then he should be of the Yun generation... how should they address him? Qingteng couldn't help but start counting on his fingers, but halfway through, the two of them suddenly remembered their attitude earlier and were immediately covered in cold sweat, their faces turning pale. They quickly kowtowed to Zhang Hu Pan, "Bang bang bang" several loud knocks: "Ancestor, we were blind to your greatness earlier, please forgive us!"
It was another gentle force that lifted them up gently, and the soft voice sounded in their ears again: "Practitioners should treat anyone with a calm heart, neither arrogant nor impatient. One must not be proud of his talent, nor belittle anyone!"
"Yes, yes! The disciples must remember the teachings of their ancestors!" The two little Taoists nodded their heads like chickens pecking at grain.
The two little Taoists were still trembling with fear, standing there in a state of trepidation. Zhang Huban smiled and picked out two of the worst Xian Dan from his Qian Kun ring. It wasn't that Zhang Huban didn't want to give them good Xian Dan, but rather that the abilities of the two before him were truly too weak. Even these worst Xian Dan would be enough for them to absorb for ten or eight years.
When Zhang Huban took out what he thought was his worst elixir, a refreshing fragrance filled with spiritual energy suddenly spread throughout the space. All eyes, old and young, were fixed on the elixir in Zhang Huban's hand, and the sound of saliva dripping to the ground could be heard clearly. Although there were many precious medicinal materials in the Taoist temple, they were only valuable in the mortal world. After all, the Wudang Sect had only been established for about 700 years, and those good elixirs, no matter how expensive or rare, would still have a poor effect if their age was not sufficient. Unlike Zhang Huban's Xian Valley, which was where the old man Xuanyuan had stayed thousands of years ago, even casually picking up a handful of herbs there would yield something over a thousand years old. Just like the elixir in his hand, it was made by him using the most ordinary ginseng from the mountain valley as the main ingredient and adding some immortal grasses to refine it. However, those ginseng and immortal grasses were all over a thousand years old, compared to the best elixirs in Kong Qiu's hands, which were only refined with materials of around 300 years. The luster, fragrance, and spiritual energy were naturally incomparable. Of course, for a master like Zhang Sanfeng or Zhang Huban who had cultivated to such a high level, even if they used the same materials as Kong Qiu, their elixirs would still be several grades higher.
Nowadays, these old guys have long since stopped asking about worldly affairs. They are now only concerned with constantly cultivating themselves, hoping to catch a glimpse of the heavenly way in their lifetime. The elixir is undoubtedly a good thing that can improve one's realm and speed up cultivation, so when Zhang Huban took out two elixirs, everyone's eyes lit up, all expecting Zhang Huban to smile at them and say: "Hey, this elixir is for you!" Of course, in their hearts, they also knew that good things always go to the seniors first and then the juniors. Undoubtedly, Ku Ye had the greatest hope here. Some old Taoists were already looking at Ku Ye with a somewhat envious and even jealous gaze. Ku Ye himself was staring nervously at the elixir, he had been stuck in the middle of the alchemy for too long, he dared to be sure that as long as he took one of these two elixirs, he would definitely be able to enter the late stage of alchemy and advance towards the condensation period. However, what Zhang Huban said next almost made them all vomit blood and die on the spot.
"Two little Taoists, don't be afraid. As the saying goes, 'ignorance is bliss', just be more careful next time. These two immortal pills, one for each of you, will serve as a meeting gift. After taking them, go into seclusion for ten years and cultivate your Taoist heart!" The two immortal pills flew to Qingteng and Qingzhu's palms. The two little Taoists looked at their palms in disbelief, then suddenly pinched each other, found it hurt, knew they were not dreaming, and hastily knelt down to thank Zhang Huban with tears of gratitude, knocking their heads on the ground again with a "thud thud thud", but this time with joy.
If eyes could kill, Qingteng and Qingzhu would have been killed dozens of times already. All the old Taoists, including the seemingly younger ones like Kuxin, Kuhe, and Kuhuang, stared at Qingteng and Qingzhu with deadly intensity. Some old Taoists secretly regretted: "If only I had known that sweeping the floor could also sweep out immortal elixirs, I should have fought for the glorious task of sweeping the floor back then! Now it's too late, those two poor little guys who are as weak as ants got the elixir instead. What a waste of heaven's gift! Where is justice?" Many Taoists wanted to let out a loud roar and vent their anger, but unfortunately, the people standing in front of them were just too dignified, not even Kuxin dared to fart in his presence.
Knowing that the two elixirs already had owners, everyone could only reluctantly shift their gaze away from the two elixirs. They couldn't possibly have the nerve to snatch them from the two juniors! So, everyone's eyes turned again and they cast their gazes towards Zhang Huaban, hoping that a few more elixirs would float out of his Qiankun Ring.
Everyone looked at him with fervent eyes, and Zhang Huban thought they were dissatisfied with the gift he gave, which was understandable since they all called him their ancestor and kowtowed to him. However, he only gave them a few thousand of his worst xian dan from the Qian Kun ring, which seemed a bit stingy. Thinking this, Zhang Huban's face turned red as he took out two more xian dan and handed them to Qing Ting and Qing Zhu, then somewhat embarrassedly explained to Ku Ye, "It's not that I didn't want to give more or better xian dan, it's just that their cultivation is too weak!" Thus, Qing Ting and Qing Zhu inexplicably received another legendary xian dan each, and the two once again basked in the envious gazes of their seniors.
After this, the old Taoists finally understood that there were still many elixirs in front of them. So they stared at Zhang Huban with green eyes, no, to be precise, it was the highest symbol of the Wudang Sect - the Qiankun Ring. Just as Zhang Huban felt like a sheep entering a wolf pack, flattery and fawning poured in from all sides, invading his ears. If someone passed by this Taoist temple now, they would definitely be shocked by the scene in front of them. At least Qingteng and Qingzhu were already stunned. A group of white-bearded, supposedly elegant and refined Taoists were now extremely flattering a humble and ordinary young Taoist, speaking with flying saliva.
