Volume 2: The Supreme Master Chapter 64: Beast Infatuation

  With both hands embracing the brocade box and holding it close to his chest, the Spirit Severing Pills in his hand emitted a faint, shimmering light.

  "Is it troublesome to refine this Biegu Dan?" Zhang Hao asked while taking over the Biegu Dan.

  The Red Dust Sword Sect was originally a sword cultivation sect, and there were no cultivators who refined elixirs. The pursuit of the ultimate limit of the sword is the heart's desire of those who cultivate the sword. My senior brother is the most profound practitioner of the Red Dust Sword Technique, so he naturally understands what I am seeking in my heart.

  Zhang Hao nodded and listened patiently, but in his heart he was thinking that what he had asked about was the Bixiudan, and whether his senior brother was being a bit too far-fetched. As for sword cultivation, Zhang Hao did have some aspirations, but as a Five Elements foundation cultivator, he feared that his achievements in sword cultivation would not be too high. If there were higher-level sword techniques, then it might be possible to cultivate them.

  At this time, a faintly expectant voice from Zhang Yuefeng came into his ears.

  "It's just that if we want to revive the Hongchen Sword Sect, we must have people who can refine equipment and alchemy, provide elixirs for the sect's excellent disciples, and lay a good foundation for new disciples. Refining equipment and alchemy are both indispensable."

  "Then you can use a jade tablet to record the names of those who are willing to refine elixirs or instruments, and arrange for a special place to be built where they can focus on refining elixirs or instruments."

  Zhang Yuefeng was overjoyed and said, "Today I came specifically for this matter. The three jade slips you gave me with the alchemy methods are all water-refining methods. How about refining the elixir around this cold pool?"

  "This is easy to say, as long as there are excellent disciples willing to practice alchemy here, I am naturally willing to let them live on the Heavenly Sword Peak!" Zhang Hao saw that Zhang Yuefeng's expression was somewhat hesitant and quickly agreed.

  "That's great!" Zhang Yuefeng felt relieved as soon as he heard it. The changes in the sect over the past few months had been unbelievable, but they were changing for the better, which was a great thing for the Red Dust Sword Sect.

  "By the way, is there anyone among you who wants to refine equipment? If so, bring them to Tianjian Peak and I'll take care of it!"

  Zhang Yuefeng sank into thought for a moment before saying, "Inside the Tian Huang realm are all low-level scattered cultivators. People who refine equipment can be met but not sought out. Among the various sects and factions surrounding us, there aren't any people who refine equipment either!"

  He let out a helpless sigh after finishing speaking.

  Zhang Hao saw Zhang Yuefeng looking somewhat disheartened and smiled, saying: "Elder brother, why be so anxious? Revitalizing the Red Dust Sword Sect is not something that can be accomplished overnight. As long as everyone in the Red Dust Sword Sect is of one mind, what's there to worry about?"

  Zhang Yuefeng saw that Zhang Hao's words were calm, but there was a strong and firm meaning in them.

  Judging from the sect leader's tone, it seems that he doesn't take the cultivators of this desolate land to heart. Although things have been going smoothly lately, there is still a significant gap between the Red Dust Sword Sect and the surrounding low-level loose cultivator sects. Yet, the sect leader's words are quite confident!

  Could it be that the sect leader had planned this all along?

  Seeing Zhang Yuefeng bow his head in contemplation, Zhang Hao smiled and said: "Senior brother, don't try to guess my thoughts. If the Red Dust Sword Sect can't even surpass a low-level cultivation sect like this Tian Huang, how can it truly integrate into the world of gods and become a great sect that billions of cultivators look up to?"

  After hearing Zhang Hao's words, Zhang Yuefeng remembered a sentence that the old sect leader said before his death: "What carefree emperor... Red Dust inheritance... Only Zhang Hao can make the Red Dust Sword Sect admired by tens of thousands of people!"

  It was just a sorrow in my heart at that time, and I didn't take it seriously. But as it turns out, the old master still has foresight!

  At this point, Zhang Yuefeng hastily spoke in a serious tone: "The Red Dust Sect has continued to the present day for only a few hundred years. As long as my lifespan is not exhausted, I, Zhang Yuefeng, will exhaust all my thoughts and efforts to repay the kindness of Master Lao's acceptance!"

  "Since Elder Brother has such a broad mind, I can focus on my cultivation with peace of mind. As for the matters within the sect, everything will be left to your arrangement." Zhang Hao finished speaking and took out a red dust token from his body and handed it over to Zhang Yuefeng.

  Zhang Yuefeng hastily knelt down to thank him.

  Zhang Hao hastily rushed forward to help Zhang Yuefeng up. He was extremely annoyed by the bowing etiquette of this world, but had to endure it occasionally, after all, he was now a respected master.

  The two of them discussed it again, and then Zhang Yuefeng went to carry out the task entrusted by Zhang Hao.

  Zhang Hao also instructed the disciples inside Tianjian Peak to seal their questions about cultivation in stone tablets with divine thoughts, and then enter the Tianjian Pavilion.

  Since obtaining the White Jade Dragon Palace, Zhang Hao now urgently needs a refiner. Only a refiner can bring out the value of the Tianlong Secret Manual. For a sect to rise, whether it's refining equipment or alchemy, talismans and arrays are all indispensable.

  In the White Jade Dragon Palace, six small spiritual veins were sealed. However, Zhang Hao's realm was too low to control the spiritual veins, and he couldn't use his powerful magic to place them deep within the earth, making the Red Dust Sword Sect's spiritual energy even more abundant and their good fortune even longer-lasting.

  He is even more clueless about formations.

  The Tianlong Secret contains equipment refinement, talismans, and formation methods. These three are ultimately interconnected, and understanding one allows for the understanding of all. However, his current realm is too low, making it impossible for him to cultivate the higher-level refinement techniques.

  Lying on the cold bed by the emerald water, he sighed and muttered strange words: "What the 21st century lacks most is talent. I've returned to ancient times, where there's an even greater lack of talent!"

  One side stupidly hummed and yawned, with his left foot on top of his right foot, and his arms propped up behind his head, slowly entering the land of dreams.

  For a whole month, he had been receiving the White Jade Dragon Palace almost without sleep or rest. Now that Zhang Hao closed his eyes, he fell asleep.

  Inside Tianfeng Cave Mansion.

  Murong Xue supported her chin with her white palm and gazed at the young face in the mirror, which was tinged with fatigue, a faint smile playing on her lips.

  Since he drilled into the cave of the cold pool, this guy has been missing for more than a month, until now he appeared in the Bagua mirror, which made her a little annoyed, but soon calmed down.

  She still remembers what he said in the Hongchen Temple that day, perhaps this guy has long forgotten.

  She felt an inexplicable sense of loss deep down in her heart.

  With a wave of his right hand, a layer of cold mist rose up on the surface of the Eight Trigrams mirror, and the scenery inside disappeared from view.

  The face in the mirror has disappeared, but the figure in his mind is becoming increasingly clear.

  A rare flush appeared on her icy face, and her cheeks were slightly hot.

  All these years she has been working hard to improve her cultivation, and has never encountered a situation like today where her Taoist heart is lost, which makes her feel uneasy and unsure whether it's good or bad.

  Zhang Hao didn't know that someone had been thinking of her for the whole night, yesterday he fell asleep as soon as his eyelids closed, and only woke up when it was about to dawn.

  Mo Xiaoyu stood like a sharp sword in the Tianjian Building, with a middle-aged man standing beside him.

  He was a man of thirty years old, wearing a brand new Taoist robe, with a spirited and honest expression. If he took off the moon-white Taoist robe on his body, he would look like an ordinary farmer in the mortal world. He was Ah Shou, a disciple from Cuigu Valley who had built his foundation last night.

  Zhang Hao performed a gathering water move, cleaned his skin and washed his face, slightly tidied up his black hair, pulled at the kerchief on top of his head and walked out of the inner room with big strides.

  The two saw Zhang Hao just about to kneel down and kowtow.

  Zhang Hao immediately shouted sternly: "Don't kneel! Don't worship!"

  The two of them were stunned at the same time, looking at each other in dismay.

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