"Ancestor, you really are an immortal descended to the mortal world!"
"Ancestor, you really are extraordinarily handsome!"
"Grandmaster, may your life be as long as the Southern Mountain!"
What elegant words of praise could anyone expect from those old antiques who had been isolated from the world for several hundred years? The poor old Daoists had racked their brains before finally managing to squeeze out these few plain and unadorned words of praise. If the person surrounded in the middle had been a modern man, he probably would have either vomited himself to death, frozen to death, or died from excessive blood loss after too many goosebumps had fallen off him. Fortunately, Zhang Hupan was also a fledgling Daoist who was hearing such words of praise for the first time, so they did not cause much harm to his body or mind. Still, after hearing so much praise, he felt a little embarrassed. He hurriedly made a gesture telling them to shut up, and in an instant, the surroundings became so quiet that even their breathing could be heard clearly. If an instructor from a special police unit had been there, he would certainly have been deeply impressed that Zhang Hupan could train such a group of excellent students, able to start and stop at will. What a joke—once the ancestor had gestured for them to shut up, who would dare let out even a fart? Unless they no longer wanted the immortal pills.
Zhang Hupan was no fool. On the contrary, he was an extremely clever Daoist, so how could he not understand Kuye and the others' thoughts? He simply did not understand whether immortal pills were really that important. It was no wonder he did not understand. Having grown up in an immortal valley where thousand-year-old ginseng, lingzhi, and other precious medicinal herbs grew all over the ground like weeds, how could he know their value? Would anyone cherish weeds? Besides, for people who had cultivated to a certain level, these pills had almost no effect. That was also why Zhang Sanfeng's other four disciples had been unable to enter the Nascent Soul Stage. Otherwise, they could simply chew ginseng like radishes. Only the highest-grade immortal pills could be of any use, and those had all been left behind by ancient immortals. They were treasures that could only be encountered by chance, never sought out.
Now that he understood what these old Daoists were thinking, how could he, as the Wudang Sect's only second-generation disciple and its true Sect Leader, be stingy? Besides, Zhang Hupan was not a stingy person. Thus, he gave several different immortal pills to each person according to their cultivation level. In an instant, the aura of the pills soared into the sky, and even the barrier Kuye and the others had set up could not stop the spiritual energy from leaking out. As a result, the number of demon cultivators wandering around Yuchun Palace in the following days increased greatly. If they had not discovered how formidable the people who had set up the immortal formation were and feared Wudang's strength, they might have broken in and robbed the place long ago.
After distributing the immortal pills, Zhang Hupan also gave each person several valuable magical artifacts and immortal swords. After all, Wudang had been founded single-handedly by his master, so he had to look after it properly no matter what. Besides, Zhang Hupan had plenty of immortal pills, magical artifacts, and immortal swords in his Universe Ring. He had no idea how Zhang Sanfeng had managed to collect so many. Unfortunately, the highest cultivation among them was only at the Mid-stage Pill Formation. Otherwise, Zhang Hupan truly would have wanted to give them several even more powerful magical artifacts.
The old Daoists who had obtained immortal pills, immortal swords, and magical artifacts had long since gone mad with excitement, their minds in a daze. They had lived for several hundred years without ever seeing immortal pills so rich in spiritual energy and dazzling in luster, let alone immortal swords brimming with power that were obviously top-grade immortal artifacts. They treasured them dearly, of course—but that was only from their perspective. To Zhang Hupan, they were nothing more than children's toys.
Seeing the Wudang disciples making such spectacles of themselves, Zhang Hupan could not help sighing with deep emotion. He secretly felt ashamed to have been born the Sect Leader of the Wudang Sect. At the same time, he could not help blaming his master and the senior brother he had never met. How could they have been so cruel and heartless toward the Wudang disciples, leaving them to lose all composure at the sight of immortal pills and go berserk at the sight of immortal swords? Zhang Hupan secretly resolved that he would never again let these Wudang disciples live in poverty. Fortunately, there were no outsiders present, or they would have lost all face. Of course, these Wudang disciples' cultivation was also far too low. It seemed necessary for him to stay here for a while and give them some extra lessons. Naturally, he also needed to make up for his own lack of common knowledge about the secular world; otherwise, the scene of getting beaten by that barbaric girl without even knowing why would happen all over again! However, when he thought of those two girls, their long, snow-white legs and towering breasts involuntarily appeared before his eyes, and his blood began racing out of control. Zhang Hupan hurriedly circulated the Wudang Celestial Arts, suppressing his agitated emotions.
"Ahem." Zhang Hupan's light cough finally brought the Daoists, who had entered a frenzy, back to their senses. After all, they had cultivated for several hundred years. Once they had all recovered, they remembered their behavior just now and felt somewhat embarrassed. The sight of several-hundred-year-old men acting shy was more than an ordinary person could bear. Fortunately, Zhang Hupan was no ordinary person, or he certainly would have vomited violently.
"I'll be staying here for a while. I'll take the opportunity to explain the Heavenly Dao to you, and you can also ask me about any problems you have encountered in your cultivation. Also, find me a Wudang disciple who is relatively familiar with modern society and have him explain the common knowledge of today's world to me!"
When they heard that Zhang Hupan would be staying for a while, the Daoists went crazy again. To cultivators like them, having the honor of receiving guidance from Zhang Sanfeng's personal disciple was far more precious than immortal pills or immortal swords. A single simple insight could benefit them for the rest of their lives! Then, as one could imagine, Zhang Hupan once again endured an onslaught of praise as fierce as a storm. Left with no choice, Zhang Hupan said something that would make every cultivator feel ashamed: "I'm tired. Find me a relatively clean room. We can talk about it tomorrow!" After saying this, he fled in disarray under Qingteng and Qingzhu's guidance. He left Kuye and the others behind with bewildered expressions. They simply could not understand how someone with cultivation as high as Zhang Hupan's could possibly feel tired. Still, Kuye and the others quickly recovered from their confusion. They glanced at the immortal pills, magical artifacts, and immortal swords in their hands, then stuffed them into their storage bags with lightning speed, as if guarding against thieves. Afterward, they all exchanged awkward smiles, each understanding the others perfectly.
"All right, let's think about whether any of us is suitable to introduce the secular world to Grandmaster." Kuye was the oldest in seniority here and the senior brother among the members of the Ku Generation, so he had no choice but to take responsibility for the matter Zhang Hupan had assigned.
Thus, everyone began discussing it noisily once again. If someone with a sense of purpose had counted, they would certainly have discovered that, since these old fellows had entered this place to cultivate, the total amount of talking they had done today exceeded all the talking they had done over all the previous years combined. However, after discussing it to the end, they reached one conclusion: their knowledge of the secular world was just as pitifully lacking. After all, they had been isolated from the world for several hundred years. Who knew what the world was like now? They were not suitable for explaining it to Zhang Hupan. In the end, everyone had no choice but to send Qingteng to call Daoist Master Qingmu, the current Sect Leader of the Wudang Sect in the secular world.
At that moment, Song Feng was waiting at the entrance of Yuchun Palace's main hall to receive the two daughters of friends he had made in the secular world—Zhao Liya and Lin Ling. Song Feng was Qingteng's second disciple and one of the Wudang Sect's main personnel responsible for dealing with the outside world. In reality, dealing with the outside world simply meant taking a stroll around the secular world during their free time, seeing whether the Wudang disciples were getting along well out there, and helping resolve problems that the lower-level Wudang disciples could not handle. (To be continued)
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