Chapter 67 Old Fellow

  That night, Kong Zhuo didn't sleep well.

  The reaction of the two old men was really too abnormal, and even in his heart, a kind of absurd idea arose: "These two won't be fake, will they?"

  And the facts of the second day proved that his idea was indeed absurd.

  In front of everyone, these two old men regained their dignity as the leader and elder.

  Kong Zhuo and Fang Yue'er's matter is just a small episode, at least under the current situation, Longtai Xianying will be Luo Fu's top priority. The news from Emei has arrived, this time the Xianying tree produced 16 Xianying fruits. According to the original plan, among the six major sects of Ermen Sanpai Yigou, except for Emei, each of the other five sects will get one Xianying fruit. The remaining eleven fruits will be taken out by Emei and given to the other sects to compete for, but the five major sects will not participate in this competition. How will they compete?

  Cultivators, of course, are heroes who rely on their strength. If we exclude these five, Xianxu will only have six left. Take out one more and let the three generations of disciples from all cultivation sects compete for it. This competition not only includes the Five Great Sects but also Emei. In other words, all cultivation sects will bring out their third-generation disciples to compete, and the winner will gain ownership and control over this Xianxu.

  The last five belonged to Emei, which was only natural. After all, the immortal apricot tree was hers, wasn't it?

  For a big door like Luofu, the purpose of attending the Xianxiao meeting is that one Xianxiao belongs to the third generation disciples.

  "You all must be careful and work hard!" Li Yuanhua's face was stern, looking at Kong Zhan and the other two. "From now on, for the next hundred years, whether my alchemy is good or bad will all depend on this one time. Make an effort and get that last immortal peach back for me!"

  Looking at his triumphant appearance, it seems that he has already forgotten that the sacred apricot belongs to the victor privately.

  "You, yes, you, Kong Zhuo, what's with that expression of yours!" His gaze shifted and he immediately targeted Kong Zhuo, who was currently bored and picking at his eyes, looking around.

  Suddenly being called out by him, Kong Yan was taken aback for a moment, looked up at Li Yuanhua with an embarrassed face, chuckled twice, and didn't say anything. He also saw it, although this old man Li Yuanhua was excited about the double xiuhua matter in front of him, but who knows if he's jealous of what happened to himself in his heart? This old man is getting older, and when it comes to being jealous, he's not much better than young people. It seems that the fire from being chased by the master of Qinglingmen for thousands of miles back then has not dissipated yet.

  Kong Zuo stopped talking, and Li Yuanhua wanted to scold him but couldn't find a reason, so he just reprimanded him for two more sentences before giving up.

  On this side, the entire cultivation world has focused on the upcoming Dragon Platform Immortal Peach Conference, while on the other hand, in the far south of Middle-earth, deep in the vast and mysterious forest, a storm is brewing that will turn the entire Middle-earth upside down. The wave head has already quietly attacked the entire cultivation world.

  In the far south of Middle-earth, the vast and dense mountains are one of the largest mountain ranges in Middle-earth. The mountains stretch endlessly for thousands of miles, with countless birds, beasts, fish, and insects inhabiting them. Hundreds of years ago, the Orthodox Union of the Cultivation Realm eradicated the Demonic Path, uprooting their power from Middle-earth. However, a small number of powerful Demonic cultivators managed to escape and hide, their whereabouts unknown. Legend has it that some of these hidden Demons are concealed within these vast mountains.

  It's only natural that such news is mostly unfounded and not surprising, after all these years, no one has seen any Mo School disciples appear in the Central Plains, although the news occasionally surfaces, but after verification, they are all false.

  So, in the eyes of the entire Middle-earth's cultivation world, this Demon Gate has been completely wiped out. To restore its former glory and vitality, it will take at least a few hundred years of hard work.

  Needless to say, this vast mountain range has a small valley deep within the mountains, surrounded by peaks and rarely visited by humans.

  Such a valley, such an environment, is common in the mountains of this land, just like the valley that Kong Zhan accidentally found last time. It's too ordinary and nobody pays attention to it. Even if a cultivator accidentally sets foot here, they would only take a glance and not find it remarkable.

  Just a few days ago, it rained heavily for dozens of days, causing the mountain torrents to surge and flooding the surrounding peaks, making the soil soft. Then, after several days of strong winds, some areas with loose soil on the mountains began to slide down, and the mudslides brought trees rushing down, filling the entire valley in an instant, including the creek water that had risen by nearly one zhang (about 3 meters). The surrounding mountains were affected, especially a steep peak which was eroded by half, exposing a large area of green rock inside.

  Originally, this was nothing, but after some time had passed, the bluestone faintly emitted a red glow. As time went on, the red glow grew stronger, and finally, a large piece of stone the size of a mirror had turned into a bloody red color, with a pulsing sensation coming from it, as if it had life, emitting an eerie aura that made people feel extremely strange.

  The days passed by, the red mark on the stone pulsated more and more violently, and the eerie atmosphere in the valley grew thicker. However, this eerie atmosphere seemed to be confined to a small area within the valley, as if it had consciousness, without any signs of spreading outward, and seemed to be waiting for something.

  Finally, on another stormy day, a day of thunder and lightning, a bolt of lightning seemed to be attracted by that red glow, striking the bluestone with a loud crash, splitting the originally broken mountain peak in two. The red light also took advantage of this split-second opportunity to emit a strange, pulsating red mist, slowly condensing into a human figure.

  The figure, from faint to distinct, slowly and laboriously, finally became clear.

  A red Taoist robe, red shoes, and a red silk ribbon tied casually around his head in a knot. Although it was random, paired with his handsome face that made the gods jealous, it looked so harmonious and elegant.

  After the red-robed figure took shape, his handsome face revealed a hint of doubt, looked around, and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes slightly, his feet left the ground about a foot, suspended in mid-air. The mountain wind blew his red robe, making it flutter, and the raindrops hit his body, wetting his robe and hair. However, he didn't seem to notice at all, but instead breathed in the extremely humid air around him with big gulps, appearing somewhat greedy, as if sensing something.

  A faint smile slowly spread across his lips.

  "How interesting, there's actually one that hasn't died yet!"

  At the same time, in the scripture storage building of Luo Fu, an old man who was half dead and half alive was leaning against a bamboo couch, seemingly asleep but not quite. Suddenly, he let out a loud gasp, his eyes snapping open with a fierce glint, and his sharp fingers tore through the air, ripping open a black hole in space. He shrank back, about to dive into it, but just as he did, the opening suddenly closed shut. The old man let out a strange cry, and his body exploded into a cloud of black mist with a loud "whooshing" sound. At the same time, a red light flashed behind him, and a red-robed Daoist appeared, grabbing at the mist. The mist condensed once more, taking on the form of the old man, but this time his collar was firmly grasped by the red-robed Daoist.

  "What's with all the running? Am I that scary?"