Here, they lacked everything except oddballs

The Flying Ship came to a stop, and Yin Qiyue, dressed in palace attire, had been waiting for a long time.

She first gave a barely perceptible nod to the towering statue before turning her gaze to the Xu Clan members.

"The Young Master has already told me everything, but this is not the place to talk."

"Please come with me." She personally led the shocked Xu Father. and Mrs. Xu to the inn.

On the other side, a young man dressed in Black Clad, with a calm demeanor but a hint of sharpness, and whose eyes seemed to hold a "don't underestimate a young man's potential" spirit, stepped forward.

His gaze swept over Xu Qing, Su Yingxue, Luo Lingxi, and Xu Ruoxuan was looking around curiously.

Luo Lingxi was absolutely stunning, and Su Yingxue beside her was no less beautiful.

But Xiao Yun's gaze was clear and pure, without any ulterior motives. He simply walked forward calmly, clasped his hands in a salute, and said, "I am Xiao Yun. Please follow me and show you around the palace."

Xu Qing quickly returned the greeting, Su Yingxue nodded reservedly, and Luo Lingxi merely raised her eyes slightly as a greeting.

Xu Ruoxuan boldly sized up Xiao Yun, her eyes full of curiosity.

Xiao Yun didn't say much, and turned to lead the way.

He first pointed to the most eye-catching statue, his tone filled with reverence, but the content of his introduction astonished everyone. "This is the statue of the Young Master, and also the core of the 'Wen Xiang Array' of the Wen Dao Palace."

"Scent... array?" Xu Qing repeated in confusion.

"Um."

Xiao Yun responded and pointed to the palm of the towering statue.

A radiant, slowly rotating pill was suspended in the air. Below it was not some mysterious Spirit Gathering Formation, but rather a seemingly ingenious yet... almost childish "Wind Blowing Array".

Gentle breezes emanated from the formation, encircling the precious elixir.

As the formation activated, wisps of visible, fragrant alchemical aroma, like thin veils, were blown about and spread in all directions.

"That was Divine Pill bestowed by the Young Master. Taking it directly would be too potent, and it could only benefit one person."

He spoke almost without pausing, as if a fixed program, long imprinted in his soul, was running on its own:

"Why not hang him?"

"Let the gentle breeze disperse its medicinal power, mixing it into the Spiritual Qi, so that all disciples can absorb it day and night. A steady, gradual process may be slower, but it is long-lasting and has no side effects."

"And incidentally, to train my perception of the drug's effects."

Xiao Yun's numb expression and his almost mechanical speaking speed all indicated that he had repeated this line hundreds or thousands of times.

The twice-yearly grand ceremony for recruiting disciples has been held four times by Qin Wangchuan, who, as the senior disciple of the Wen Dao Palace, during the two years he was in seclusion.

Each time, he had to use this extremely tempting yet forcibly reasonable explanation to give this "introduction" to the new faces who were stunned by this unbelievably luxurious scene.

'Isn't this just a scam to get people into the field?!'

At first, he would internally protest a few times, but later he just became numb and gave up.

As it turns out, almost no one can resist the impact and attraction of this sect's heritage of "using Divine Pill as incense."

However, after Xu Qing saw the subtle patterns on the pill, he suddenly turned to look at Luo Lingxi beside him, his voice trembling with disbelief:

"Miss Luo! That's...?!"

Luo Lingxi's stunning face was filled with shock. Her slender fingers, which were holding the Jade Zither, tightened unconsciously. Her beautiful eyes trembled slightly. She took a deep breath and slowly nodded, "Yes, it's the Nine-Turn Pill."

She paused, her tone becoming more complex, even carrying a hint of indescribable awe:

"This isn't just any ordinary Nine-Turn Pill. It's the Qin Clan's unique 'Nine-Turn Divine Pattern Pill,' which, according to legend, requires the Divine Leaf of the Undying Divine Tree as the main ingredient, supplemented with countless peerless immortal herbs to be refined... It's a truly rare and unattainable divine Divine Object."

Although she was the Holy Maiden of the Mystic Sound Immortal Pavilion and had consumed many Divine Pill elixirs, she still found this scene beyond her comprehension.

Such a miraculous elixir was actually used as a spiritual eye while being hung up?

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yun's face showed pure confusion. He glanced at the pills being hung up and exposed to the wind, then at the shocked Luo Lingxi and Xu Qing, and asked quite naturally:

"Is the Nine-Turn Pill... very precious?"

After all, its main purpose here is to hang a hairdryer.

Upon hearing Xiao Yun's absurd question, a hint of helplessness appeared on Luo Lingxi's exquisite face. She gently shook her head, her voice ethereal yet carrying a solemn statement of fact:

"The Dao of Alchemy begins with a single transformation, which forms the foundation and contains a portion of medicinal essence."

"However, to achieve the second stage, it is not a simple matter of stacking pills. It requires at least ten flawless first-stage pills as a base, removing the impurities and refining their Origin Source medicinal properties, only then can there be a chance of success, and the result is only one pill."

"There are also losses from failures, so the actual costs are often much higher."

"Therefore, roughly speaking, the amount of pills required to create a single Nine-Turn Divine Pill... would probably require hundreds of millions of flawless pills as fuel, and would take countless masters to complete."

"Its value is enough to cause High Antiquity sects to fight over it, as it serves as a sect's heirloom."

Luo Lingxi's tone became extremely serious as she spoke, "It's fortunate that you didn't take it directly, otherwise the terrifying medicinal power contained within, which has been refined and compressed billions of times, would be far beyond what ordinary bodies could withstand, and you would have been annihilated in an instant."

'Actually... a few have already died from overeating...' Xiao Yun silently added in his mind after hearing this.

Upon learning how precious the elixir was, he decisively abandoned his plan to take several people to Pill Powder Waterfall.

After all, that's the place where priceless elixirs are scraped into powder and thrown into the waterfall for disciples to bathe in.

However, even so, what we saw along the way was still bizarre and surreal, challenging the limits of ordinary people's cognition.

As the group walked, they came across a disciple who looked somewhat haggard but had an unusually stubborn look in his eyes. He was facing a moss-covered rock with his large hands outstretched, and seemed to be excitedly trying to pounce on it to do something.

However, another disciple who appeared calmer grabbed his arm tightly.

"Li Shixiong! Calm down! It's just a rock! An ordinary rock! Not some kind of car as you're saying."

However, the disciple addressed as Li Shixiong seemed completely deaf to the warnings. He struggled, his gaze fixed on the stubborn rock, his mouth still muttering repeatedly, filled with a chilling confusion and fear:

"No... no... look, it's moving, and it's moving really fast... it hit me and sent me flying last time... a rock, a car... I can't tell the difference! I really can't tell the difference!"

Another disciple was planted upside down in the ground, with only his feet sticking out. His Spiritual Power was circulating in a strange reverse direction as he chanted, "Reverse flow! Reverse flow! No destruction, no construction!"

What I have lost, I will take back a hundredfold.

Further away, a female disciple stood on a boulder, pointed to the sky, and shouted:

"If I become emperor one day, I will surely annihilate all enemies in the world!"

"These are all fellow disciples from within the palace... um... who diligently cultivate without ceasing," Xiao Yun introduced without changing his expression, automatically filtering out those overly bizarre behaviors and trying to find a relatively positive adjective.

"Have they... always been like this?" Xu Qing felt as if her eyes were being pressed against the ground and rubbed repeatedly, and couldn't help but ask again.

Xiao Yun glanced at him, her eyes clearly saying, 'Why are you still making a fuss?' Her tone was one of nonchalant indifference.

"What's wrong with that? Everyone who embarks on the path of cultivation has their share of hardships and obsessions. Some may be burdened with deep-seated hatred, others may have been humiliated by a broken engagement, some may be hunted down by the entire world for possessing a priceless treasure, and others may have had their Lineage wiped out, leaving only one survivor... Isn't it normal to have a unique way of cultivating?"

Everyone: "... Normal?"

Upon seeing this, Xiao Yun became puzzled. "Could it be that everything has really gone smoothly for you all?"

"Me!" Su Yingxue raised her hand and stepped forward, lowering her head and whispering, "When I was little, a piece of my bone was taken from me..."

"The Supreme Bone, is it!" Xiao Yun clapped his hands in sudden realization and hurriedly exclaimed, "Then everyone has come to the right place!"

"Our Wen Dao Palace may lack many things, but it certainly doesn't lack people with extraordinary abilities."

"Last month there was a wild boy whose Supreme Bone was taken from him. He had just crawled out of the deep mountains, and he was so dazed that all he knew how to do was drink beast blood. In the end, he still ended up in my Blood... Wen Dao Palace."

After speaking, Xiao Yun even gave an example, as if to prove that he was normal:

"For example, I have a habit of going to the cliff edge behind the mountain at midnight every day and shouting to the Cloud Sea, 'Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate a young man's potential!' After shouting, Dao heart refreshed and clear-headed, and my cultivation speed can even increase a bit."

Xu Mei curiously peeked over. "Really?"

"What the hell?!" Xu Qing nearly collapsed.

The more I look at this sect, the stranger it seems.

Behind all these bizarre, strange, and even somewhat ridiculous scenes, there is a single, unfathomable figure—the unfathomable Young Master Qin.

What is his purpose in establishing such a place and gathering such a group of people? Is it part of some grand scheme?

The Source of Myriad Laws is just the beginning; Qin Wangchuan is definitely planning his next big move!

Xu Qing and his group thought this way.

Meanwhile, in the elegant hall of the guesthouse, the aroma of tea wafted through the air.

Yin Qiyue dismissed everyone else and personally poured tea for Xu Father, her movements elegant and impeccable.

Xu Father took a deep breath, cupped his hands again, and said with utmost respect, "Palace Master Yin is young and promising; I, Xu, am ashamed."

"I will never forget your great kindness, Young Master. I would gladly die for you if you ever asked!"