Chapter Seven: The Elixir Reappears
"Ancestors, you're really a god descended to earth!"
"Ancestor, you're really exceptionally handsome!"
"May our ancestors live as long as Mount Nanyue!"
For those who have been isolated from the world for hundreds of years, what elegant praise can you expect? The poor old Taoists racked their brains to come up with these simple and unadorned words of praise. If a modern person were surrounded now, he would probably either die from vomiting or freeze to death, or bleed to death from too many goosebumps. Fortunately, Zhang Huban was also a novice Taoist who had never heard such praise before, so it didn't cause much harm to his body and mind. He just felt a bit embarrassed after hearing so many words of praise. He hastily made a gesture for them to shut up, and instantly the surroundings became quiet enough to hear breathing sounds clearly. If there were a special police instructor here now, he would definitely be very impressed by Zhang Huban's ability to train such excellent students who can respond promptly. Just kidding, when the ancestor makes a gesture to shut up, who dares to fart, unless he doesn't want the elixir of immortality anymore.
Zhang Sanfeng is not a fool, on the contrary, he is a very clever Taoist. How could he not understand the thoughts of the dry leaves? It's just that he doesn't know how important the elixir is. No wonder he doesn't understand, living in a valley filled with precious herbs like thousand-year-old ginseng and lingzhi since childhood, how would he know their value? Who would cherish weeds? Moreover, these elixirs have a negligible effect on those who have reached a certain level of cultivation, which is also why Zhang Sanfeng's other four disciples cannot enter the yuan ying period. Unless it's those top-grade elixirs left behind by ancient immortals, they are hard to come by.
Now that he understood the thoughts of these old Taoists, as the only second-generation disciple of the Wudang Sect and the true master, how could he be narrow-minded? Moreover, Zhang Huban was not a narrow-minded person. So he gave different elixirs to people with different cultivation levels, and in an instant, the spiritual energy of the elixir soared into the sky, even the seals set up by Kuoye and others couldn't stop the leakage of spiritual energy. As a result, the number of demons encountered in the palace's leisurely stroll increased sharply in the following days. If it weren't for discovering the benefits and drawbacks of setting up the immortal array and fearing the power of Wudang, they might have broken into the room to rob them long ago.
After distributing the Xian Dan, Zhang Hu Pan also gave each person a few pieces of precious artifacts, including Xian swords. After all, Wudang was founded by his master, so he had to take good care of them. Moreover, Zhang Hu Pan didn't have many other things to give, and the Xian Dan, artifacts, and Xian swords in the Qian Kun ring were abundant, but it's unknown how Zhang San Feng collected them back then. Unfortunately, the highest cultivation among them was only mid-term Xian Dan, otherwise, Zhang Hu Pan really wanted to give them a few more powerful artifacts.
Those old Taoist priests who got the elixir, magic sword and treasure had already become mad and unconscious. Having lived for hundreds of years, they had never seen such a perfect and radiant elixir, let alone those top-grade magic swords and treasures that were obviously extraordinary. Of course, this was only true for them; to Zhang Huan, these were just toys for kids.
As Zhang Hubei watched the Wudang disciples make fools of themselves, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of regret and shame for being the leader of the Wudang sect. At the same time, he also felt a bit resentful towards his master and senior brother, who had never met him before, for being so cruel and heartless to the Wudang disciples, causing them to lose control at the sight of the immortal pill and the immortal sword.
Zhang Hubei secretly made up his mind that from now on, he would not let these Wudang disciples suffer anymore. Fortunately, there were no outsiders present, or else they would have lost face completely. Of course, the cultivation level of these Wudang disciples was really too low, it seemed necessary to stay here for a while and give them some extra lessons, and also supplement his own knowledge of worldly affairs, otherwise he would repeat the scene where he was beaten by that wild girl without knowing the reason!
However, thinking of those two girls, Zhang Hubei's eyes involuntarily conjured up the image of their long, white legs and towering chests, causing his blood to flow faster uncontrollably. Zhang Hubei hastily activated the Wudang immortal technique to suppress his emotions.
The light cough of "cough, cough" from Zhang Huban finally woke up the Taoist priests who had entered a state of frenzy. After all, they had been cultivating for hundreds of years, and when each of them came to their senses, they only then remembered their behavior from earlier and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. The sight of several hundred-year-old men looking bashful was really not something that ordinary people could bear, fortunately Zhang Huban wasn't an ordinary person, otherwise he would definitely vomit violently.
"I'll be staying here for a while, and I'd like to take this opportunity to talk to you about the Tao. If you have any questions about your cultivation, feel free to ask me. Also, could you help me find a Wu Dang disciple who is familiar with modern society? I'd like them to tell me more about contemporary social norms!"
Rumor has it that Zhang Huban is going to stay here for a while, and these Taoists are going crazy again. For those who cultivate, being able to hear the guidance of Zhang Sanfeng's personal disciples is more precious than Xian Dan and Xian Jian. A simple sentence of enlightenment can benefit them for a lifetime! Next, it's easy to imagine that Zhang Huban has withstood another storm of praise. Helplessly, Zhang Huban said something that made all the cultivators feel ashamed: "I'm tired, find me a relatively clean room, and we'll talk about it tomorrow!" After finishing speaking, under the leadership of Qingteng and Qingzhu, he fled in disarray. Leaving behind Ku Ye and others with a puzzled face, wondering how someone like Zhang Huban who has high cultivation could feel tired. However, Ku Ye and others quickly came back to their senses from their doubts, looked at the Xian Dan, Faqi, and Xian Jian in their hands, and swiftly put them away in their pockets like they were afraid of thieves. Then, each of them smiled awkwardly with a knowing look.
"Alright, now let's think about whether there's a suitable person among us to introduce secular matters to Tai Shizu!" After all, here the oldest generation is Qiu Ye, and among several generations of Qiu, he is also the eldest brother, so he took responsibility for Zhang Hu Pan's instructions.
So everyone started discussing again, and if there were people with a heart to calculate, they would definitely find that these old guys had not added up all the years since they entered here for cultivation. However, after the discussion, they came to a conclusion that their secular knowledge was also pitifully small, after all, they had been isolated from the world for hundreds of years, who knew what the current situation was like, and it was not suitable to introduce Zhang Hu Pan. So everyone reluctantly called Qingteng to call the current Wudang Sect's leader in the secular world, Qingmu Daozhang.
At this time, at the entrance of the Encounter Palace, Song Feng welcomed two daughters of his friends he had made in the secular world, namely Zhao Liya and Lin Ling. Song Feng was the second disciple of Qingteng, one of the main foreign affairs personnel of the Wudang Sect. The so-called foreign affairs were nothing more than having free time to wander around in the secular world, taking a look at how some Wudang disciples were doing in the world, and helping to solve problems that lower-level Wudang disciples could not solve.
