The Two Sects, Jie and Chan, Engage in Conflict

Taking the alchemy jade slip, Laozi was surprised, but a smile also appeared on his face.

"Heh, I knew it!"

These jade slips belonged to none other than Laozi himself, meaning Xian Junyu had been following Laozi's methods in alchemy all along.

It was Laozi's own record, written as he progressed through alchemy.

He never expected that after all these years, his third brother had kept these jade slips. Third brother, oh third brother...

The things he casually wrote down, his third brother Tongtian had treasured them like precious gems. It moved him a little.

Seeing his master's usually unchanging face actually show a smile, Xuandu stepped forward and picked up a jade slip.

After reading the alchemy jade slip's contents, he finally understood why Senior Brother Xian Junyu's techniques felt so familiar.

"So that's it, so that's it! I was wondering why it felt so familiar—these are all Teacher's alchemy jade slips!"

"So you've been learning from Teacher's jade slips all along, Senior Brother!"

Both the handwriting and the content matched what he had seen here; Xuandu recognized it at once.

First Senior Uncle's jade slips?

The alchemy jade slips in Master's Scripture Pavilion were actually...

Hearing this, Xian Junyu was also quite surprised, but after thinking it over, it didn't seem that hard to understand.

Red flowers, white lotus roots, green lotus leaves—the Three Teachings were originally one family. The three of them had stayed together since taking form, true brothers.

First Senior Uncle's alchemy skill was uniquely formidable. If he claimed second, no one dared claim first. Master Tongtian fell short in this area compared to First Senior Uncle. Whether out of brotherly affection or other reasons, collecting these alchemy texts made perfect sense.

At this moment, he realized he had been following First Senior Uncle Laozi's alchemy methods all along. That meant First Senior Uncle was his foundational teacher in alchemy.

"The word 'fate' is truly ineffably wonderful!"

"Since you have the ability to refine a Fourth-grade Golden Elixir, learning won't be too difficult. Yu'er, from now on, you and Xuandu will study with me!"

Without much explanation, Laozi readily accepted Xian Junyu as his student.

To be able to refine a Fourth-grade Golden Elixir in such a short time showed how strong Xian Junyu's alchemy talent was. He didn't want to miss someone with such natural ability.

"Yes, thank you, First Senior Uncle!"

Seeing First Senior Uncle agree, Xian Junyu was overjoyed.

The path of alchemy wasn't like artifact refinement. Once you learned the basics, you could progress step by step. Alchemy required an excellent teacher; otherwise, improving your alchemy level was far too difficult.

A fourth-grade alchemy level might be impressive for an ordinary cultivator, but for Xian Junyu, it was far from enough.

Xuandu was also very happy that Senior Brother Xian Junyu could study under Teacher. Finally, someone could join him.

From then on, Xian Junyu stayed with Laozi and began his studies.

Laozi was a master of alchemy, and Xian Junyu's skill steadily improved: fifth-grade in a hundred years, sixth-grade in two hundred, seventh-grade in three hundred—almost one grade per century.

Xuandu, who had been happy before, was now completely stunned. After several hundred years, he still hadn't broken through from first-grade to second-grade.

He finally realized his alchemy talent wasn't as good as he had thought.

Breaking through from seventh-grade to eighth-grade took Xian Junyu four hundred years. When it came to eighth-grade to ninth-grade, only Laozi and Xian Junyu remained.

As for Xuandu, he couldn't keep up and had long since withdrawn.

From the Jie Sect to the Renjiao, a thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

One day, when Xian Junyu finished his alchemy and was about to rest, Xuandu came looking for him.

"Senior Brother! Senior Brother!... Something terrible!"

"Junior Disciple Brother Xuandu, what's wrong with you, all flustered like this..." Xian Junyu opened the door and looked at the somewhat panicked Xuandu, utterly speechless.

A disciple of a Saint, acting so flustered—what kind of image was that? The sky wasn't falling. And even if it did, the Saint Master was above to hold it up. What was there to fear?

"Senior Brother, something terrible! How can you be so calm?"

Taking a deep breath, Xuandu looked at Senior Brother Xian Junyu with confusion.

If something like this happened to him, he definitely couldn't stay this calm.

"If I'm not calm, should I be jumping around everywhere? And you still haven't said what's terrible..."

Xian Junyu was utterly exasperated.

You don't say what happened, just shout "something terrible"—what else can I do but stay calm?

"Senior Brother, you've been too focused on alchemy with Teacher to know the situation. Over these past few centuries, the disciples of the Chan Sect and the Jie Sect have had no shortage of conflicts..."

"Another conflict broke out today. I heard Junior Disciple Brother Duobao and the others went, and it even came to blows..."

Before Xuandu could finish, Xian Junyu let out a cry.

"Damn! Those bastards!"

Hearing that the Chan Sect and Jie Sect disciples had some conflicts, Xian Junyu wasn't too stirred up. After all, these two sects were fated rivals; some friction was completely normal.

But when he heard the second half—that even Duobao and other Personal Disciples had gone and come to blows—Xian Junyu flew straight out of the Renjiao without a second word.

"So he wasn't calm—he just didn't know what was happening..."

Watching his senior brother vanish into the distance, Xuandu could only force a wry smile. He had no intention of getting involved in the affairs between the Jie Sect and the Chan Sect.

As Xian Junyu flew along the way, his heart was filled with worry.

He knew these past few thousand years wouldn't be peaceful, but he hadn't expected them to be this peaceful. A few verbal spats were foreseeable, but coming to blows—that was a different matter entirely.

"Damn it, I don't even need to think about it. Under Second Martial Uncle's influence, it's definitely those Chan Sect bastards who started it!"

"If I ever leave Mount Kunlun, just watch how I deal with you all!"

Under his strict discipline, the Jie Sect disciples definitely wouldn't cause trouble. Xian Junyu guessed the instigator had to be someone among the Twelve Golden Immortals.

Locking onto a fluctuation of spiritual energy collision, Xian Junyu flew straight toward it at full speed.

When the Chan Sect's Senior Disciple Brother sensed Xian Junyu heading for the conflict site, he shook his head helplessly and also made his way there.

To be honest, he didn't want to go, but since the Jie Sect's First Disciple had gone, he, as the Chan Sect's Senior Disciple Brother, couldn't very well pretend not to.

As soon as Xian Junyu approached the area, he saw Duobao fighting Chi Jingzi and Taiyi alone, practically overwhelming them both.

On the ground, Jin Ling and the others were locked in a standoff with several other Golden Immortals of Mount Kunlun. The only surprising thing was that Yun Zhongzi wasn't present.

"How dare you! Cease at once!"

Xian Junyu released his Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal cultivation and landed directly in the middle of the Jie-Chan confrontation.

"Senior Disciple Brother!!!..."

"Brother!!!..."

Seeing Xian Junyu arrive, disciples from both the Jie and Chan Sects bowed and greeted him. Even the three locked in aerial combat came to a halt.

Though they stopped, they didn't come down, instead remaining in the air on guard against each other.

"Still not coming down? Do I have to personally drag you down myself?" Xian Junyu glared at the three in the sky with displeasure.

These three wretched bastards—he had come in person, and they still wouldn't descend. Their audacity was growing, and they were increasingly disregarding him.