"Yes, this disciple will remember." Xiang Hua nodded and sat cross-legged among dozens of monks.
Lu Xiaotian couldn't see clearly through the barrier. After asking Purpleleaf Zhenwu, he gritted his teeth and sent his divine sense underground, following the roots of a spiritual bamboo into the barrier.
"Wuchen, Wuxin?" Hearing the monks' conversation, Lu Xiaotian couldn't help being startled. There were two more eminent monks from the Wu generation. Including Wuyuan aboard the ship, Qinglian Temple had already sent three powerful monks from that generation. Judging from the scene before him, this was hardly just a simple alchemy gathering. They clearly had another purpose.
As someone well-versed in formations, Lu Xiaotian could tell at a glance that the area where the thirty-odd monks sat cross-legged, together with the arrangement of the spiritual bamboo around them, formed an exceptionally sophisticated formation.
"This matter concerns a treasured relic of our Buddhist sect. I hope nothing goes awry." A trace of worry lingered on Wuchen's gaunt face.
"Brother, there's no need to worry so much. The city lord and the two deputy city lords have already been invited to the banquet by Martial Uncle Mingkong. Qinglian Temple has made such extensive preparations. Most of those invited this time are just Alchemy Kings and Spirit Transformation cultivators. Even if a few experts of the Divine Void Realm showed up, they couldn't make much trouble."
Confidence filled Wuxin's face. "This is Yuanling City, and Qinglian Temple is already our Buddhist sect's territory. As long as the Bodhi Star Spirit is here, the power of the pills, together with Nephew Huixian's orthodox Buddhist cultivation method as a lure, will be more than enough to draw it out. Once he absorbs the Bodhi Star Spirit, Nephew Huixian will surely become a pillar of our sect." Wujing offered