After taking the alchemy Jade Slip and looking it over, Laozi was surprised, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.
"Heh heh, I knew it would be like this!"
These Jade Slips belonged to no one else—they were Laozi's own. In other words, Xian Junyu had been refining pills according to Laozi's methods all along.
Laozi had written and recorded them himself throughout his years of alchemy.
He had never expected that after all these years, his third brother had kept these Jade Slips all along. Third brother, oh, third brother...
The things he had casually written down were treated as treasures by his third brother Tongtian. It had truly touched him.
Seeing his Master's normally unchanging face actually break into a smile, Xuandu stepped forward and picked up a scroll of Jade Slip.
After seeing the contents of the alchemy Jade Slip clearly, he finally understood why Senior Disciple Brother Xian Junyu's methods seemed so familiar.
"So that's how it is, so that's how it is! I was wondering why it seemed so familiar. These are all Teacher's alchemy Jade Slips!"
"So, Senior Disciple Brother, you've been studying according to Teacher's Jade Slips all this time!"
Whether it was the handwriting or the contents, they were exactly the same as what Xuandu was looking at here. He recognized them at a glance.
The First Senior Uncle's Jade Slips?
The alchemy Jade Slips stored in Master's Scripture Pavilion were actually...
Hearing this, Xian Junyu was also extremely surprised, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that it was not difficult to understand.
The Red Flower, White Lotus Root, and Green Lotus Leaf—the Three Teachings had originally been one family. After the three of them transformed, they stayed together and were true brothers.
The First Senior Uncle's alchemy was uniquely powerful. No one dared claim to be first if he claimed to be second. Master Tongtian was inferior to the First Senior Uncle in this regard, so whether out of brotherly affection or for some other reason, it made sense for him to collect these alchemy books.
It was also at this moment that he realized he had been refining pills according to the First Senior Uncle Laozi's methods all along. Was that not the First Senior Uncle's guidance that had first introduced him to alchemy?
"Fate is truly wondrous and impossible to explain!"
"Now that you can refine Fourth-grade Golden Elixirs, learning will not be so difficult. Yu'er, from now on, study with Xuandu under me!"
Without offering much explanation, Laozi naturally accepted Xian Junyu as his student.
To be able to refine a Fourth-grade Golden Elixir in such a short time showed how powerful Xian Junyu's alchemy talent was. Laozi did not want to miss out on someone so gifted.
"Yes, thank you, First Senior Uncle!"
Seeing that the First Senior Uncle had agreed, Xian Junyu was overjoyed.
The path of alchemy was unlike artifact refinement. Once one learned the basics of artifact refinement, one could progress step by step. Alchemy required a powerful teacher; otherwise, improving one's alchemy skills was incredibly difficult.
A Fourth-grade alchemy level might already be impressive to ordinary cultivators, but to Xian Junyu, it was nowhere near enough.
Seeing that Senior Disciple Brother Xian Junyu could study under Teacher, Xuandu was also delighted. He finally had someone to accompany him.
From then on, Xian Junyu stayed with Laozi and began his studies.
Laozi was a grandmaster of alchemy, and his alchemy skills continued to advance. After a hundred years, he reached the fifth grade; after two hundred years, the sixth; after three hundred years, the seventh. He advanced almost one grade every hundred years.
Xuandu, who had initially been delighted, was completely numb. After several hundred years, he still had not broken through from the first grade to the second.
He finally realized that his alchemy talent was not as great as he had imagined.
Breaking through from the seventh grade to the eighth took Xian Junyu four hundred years. By the time he advanced from the eighth grade to the ninth, only Laozi and Xian Junyu remained.
As for Xuandu, he could no longer keep up and had withdrawn long ago.
A thousand years passed in the blink of an eye as alchemy progressed from the Jie Sect to Renjiao.
One day, after Xian Junyu finished refining pills and was preparing to rest, Xuandu came looking for him.
"Senior Disciple Brother! Senior Disciple Brother! Something terrible has happened!"
"Junior Disciple Xuandu, what's wrong? Why are you so flustered..." Xian Junyu opened the door. Seeing Xuandu's panicked expression, he was speechless.
What kind of example was it for a Saint Disciple to be so frantic? The sky was not going to fall. And even if it did, the Saint Master was there to hold it up. What was there to fear?
"Senior Disciple Brother, something terrible has happened. How can you still be so calm?"
Xuandu took a deep breath and looked at Senior Disciple Brother Xian Junyu in confusion.
If something like this had happened to him, he knew he would never have been able to remain so calm.
"If I'm not calm, should I start jumping around wildly? Besides, tell me what terrible thing happened..."
Xian Junyu was speechless.
You haven't even said what happened. You're just shouting that something terrible happened. What else can I do besides stay calm?
"Senior Disciple Brother, you've been focused on refining pills with Teacher and may not know what's happening. Over the past few hundred years, the Chan Sect and Jie Sect disciples have had no shortage of conflicts..."
"There was another clash today. I heard Junior Disciple Duobao and the others went there, and they even started fighting..."
Before Xuandu could finish speaking, Xian Junyu let out a cry of surprise.
"Damn it! Those bastards!"
When he first heard that the Chan Sect and Jie Sect disciples had gotten into some conflicts, Xian Junyu was not too agitated. After all, the two sects were destined opponents, so some friction was perfectly normal.
But when he heard the second half—that even Personal Disciples like Duobao had gone there and directly started fighting—Xian Junyu flew straight out of Renjiao without another word.
"So he wasn't calm. He simply had no idea what was happening..."
Watching his Senior Disciple Brother fly out of sight, Xuandu could only smile bitterly. As for the matters between the Jie Sect and Chan Sect, he had never intended to get involved.
As Xian Junyu flew toward the scene, his heart was filled with worry.
He knew that these several thousand years would not be peaceful, but he had not expected things to become this turbulent. A verbal dispute was something he could have anticipated, but fighting was an entirely different matter.
"Damn it. I don't even have to think about it. Under Second Martial Uncle's influence, those Chan Sect bastards must have started this!"
"If I find out you left Mount Kunlun, just see how I deal with you!"
With his strict control over the Jie Sect disciples, they definitely would not have caused trouble. Xian Junyu guessed that the culprit had to be someone among the Twelve Golden Immortals.
After locating the fluctuations caused by the collision of spiritual power, Xian Junyu flew there at full speed.
The Chan Sect's Senior Disciple Brother sensed that Xian Junyu was heading toward the battlefield. He helplessly shook his head, then headed there as well.
To be honest, he did not want to go. But with the First Disciple of the Jie Sect already there, it would not do for him, the Chan Sect's Senior Disciple Brother, to pretend he had not seen anything.
As soon as Xian Junyu approached the area, he saw Duobao battling Chi Jingzi and Taiyi alone, practically suppressing the two of them.
On the ground, Jin Ling and the others were confronting several other members of the Twelve Golden Immortals from Mount Kunlun. The only surprising thing was that Yun Zhongzi was not present.
"Impudent! Stop this at once!"
Xian Junyu released the cultivation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal and landed directly between the confronting Jie Sect and Chan Sect disciples.
"Senior Disciple Brother!!!"
"Senior Disciple Brother!!!"
Seeing Xian Junyu arrive, the disciples of both sects hurriedly bowed and greeted him. Even the three fighting fiercely in the air stopped.
Although they stopped, the three did not descend. Instead, they continued guarding against one another in midair.
"Get down here. Do you want me to personally capture all three of you?" Xian Junyu looked at the three in the air with an unpleasant expression.
These three bastards—he had come personally, yet they still refused to come down. They were growing bolder and bolder, and were taking him less and less seriously.
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