The Drunken Immortal Jiu Jiu

The bells rang without pause as more and more young Qi Refiners flew in from the various peaks.

Today was the Duxian Sect's once-every-five-years disciple expedition assembly, intended to let disciples venture out, see the world, and deepen their insights into cultivation.

Every official disciple of the sect could sign up freely for this event, and there were as many as twelve destinations to choose from, accommodating disciples at different stages of cultivation.

The Duxian Sect recruited disciples on a large scale every two hundred years, with each such period considered a generation.

Among this generation of disciples, the fastest-progressing ones were said to have already reached the sixth stage of the Return to Void Realm, catching up to many of the sect's "old-timers" who had cultivated for a thousand years but possessed mediocre aptitude.

"Senior Brother, where are you going?"

"Guess."

"You still won't tell me. I've been asking you for days," Ling'e snorted, muttering softly, "Anyway, wherever you go, I'm going too. I need to keep a close eye on you."

After the bell rang six times, figures flew out from the Hall of All Mortals. More than sixty Qi Refiners stood in the air.

Their appearances and temperaments varied greatly. Some had white hair and wrinkled faces, while others still looked like girls in the bloom of youth. Most, however, presented themselves with mature and steady appearances.

With a cry, a red-crowned white crane descended from the clouds. Seated atop it was a lean old man.

Looking closely at the old man, one could see auspicious clouds faintly accompanying him from behind, while two green lotuses floated around him. His bearing was extraordinary, and though not a trace of his aura leaked out, he gave off a solemn, treasure-like presence.

This was Zhong Yu Immortal, deputy sect