During this month, the Taoist Tianmang sent his own golden elixir demon spirit to burn and plunder the small sects of Tianhuozhou without restraint. Finally, it triggered the Nascent Soul Power who protected the Long Family to take action and kill all the controlled golden elixir monks.

What is somewhat surprising is that after all the demon spirits were killed, the Taoist Tianpython still did not appear, and everything was calm.

But everyone vaguely feels that this is the prelude to the coming of storms, but there are shocking changes hidden under the calm.

The Demon Spirit Sect is located in the southeast of Tianhuozhou. There is a vast and primitive forest called the Demon Fog Forest. The monsters in the mountains appear and are sparsely populated.

"Gaga, the master said he wanted to find a way to control the core disciples of this generation. I think it's very appropriate to do Wujin."

In a cave surrounded by demonic energy in the Demon Spirit Sect, a tall phantom floated in front of a Golden Pill Demon Cultivator. The Golden Pill Cultivator looked at the other party respectfully and said.

"Well, you have to find a way to figure out this Demon Spirit Sect for me. After I restore my god-turning cultivation, contact my original body, and take down Tianhuozhou, you will be the master here!" The tall phantom said word by word.

"Yes, I will follow the master's order and I will smash my bones to pieces for my master and go through fire and water without hesitation." When the Jin monk from the Demon Spirit Sect heard about the master of Tianhuozhou, he was so excited that his whole body trembled.

"Remember my orders..."

Suddenly, the tall figure turned into a burst of black gas and circled into a mysterious token in the hands of the Jindan monk.

...

This is a prosperous world of cultivation, where the Nascent Soul walks everywhere, and the golden elixirs are as numerous as dogs.

There are many seas in this world.

On this day, a crowded place was everywhere, and it was a vast ocean, and a loud noise suddenly came.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the sky shook, and a huge aura swept across the world, followed by a huge space crack that was hundreds of feet long and wide suddenly appeared in the air.

The power of space was raging, with a huge momentum; a terrifying sensation, the dark mist that was palpitations gushed out, and mysterious ink runes shot out from the cracks.

"call out!"

The next moment, a black shadow shot out. After the black mist dissipated, a middle-aged man with a straight facial features, a tall figure and a rebellious face appeared.

The man was filled with a rolling demonic energy and was wearing a set of armor with a mysterious luster.

"Hahaha, I finally arrived at this ghost place!"

I saw that the middle-aged man had aura like abyss. With a casual look, a mysterious disc-shaped item appeared. The item was shining with magic light and ranes.

"I don't know if the things that the Demon Lord needs are in this world! The spiritual energy here is so strong, I hate this aura." The middle-aged man quickly made several magic tricks in his hand. The magic tricks were penetrated into the mysterious disk, and a magic light soared into the sky.

"Hey, I can't sense it here."

The next moment, the middle-aged man's figure blurred and disappeared directly on the sea.

On the coast very far away from this sea area, two monks were wandering around sneakily on a small island.

"Senior brother, do you think it's not dangerous for us to go to sea like this? What should I do when I encounter a sirens!"

The person who spoke was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, but his body exuded the aura of foundation building. In front of him was a man in his thirties. The man was carrying a long sword, expressionless, and his eyes were flashing. He was a golden elixir monk.

"Hehe, there is no siren here, don't worry."

The man laughed dryly and sneered disdainfully.

"call out!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, a black light flashed in the distant sky. A loud black air dissipated, revealing a middle-aged man with a rebellious look on his face. The man was wearing armor and his aura was unfathomable.

"Hehe, two little guys, where is this place?" The middle-aged man's eyes flashed and he glanced at the two of them casually.

"Who is senior? I don't know where this place is?" The middle-aged man felt a breath of death flashed by, and he stared at the other party with some vigilance.

"Hmph, that's really verbose!"

The middle-aged man changed his face the next moment, and with a casual move, the two of them came directly to him.

"Soul Search!"

After counting breaths, the two monks turned directly into ashes and disappeared between the world.

"Haha, Zhongzhou! This is actually Zhongzhou!"

After the middle-aged man destroyed the two monks' corpses without blinking, he suddenly burst into laughter for no reason.

...

The words are opened and the hooves are opened, each showing one branch.

Just three days after Wang An drove away his brother Zhao Li, someone heard that the two brothers had already gone down the mountain and returned home. There were many different opinions on the reason, but the most circulated version was that he offended Wang An.

Wang An sneered at the discussions between the inside and outside doors. He always acted casually, and what negative impact would this time have had is not considered at all.

A few days later, Han Qinsheng finally came out of seclusion!

"Haha, there must be many people visiting me during these days when my disciple is gone, right?" Han Qinsheng said with confidence.

"Report to the master, there are indeed some people who have come to visit you, and those gifts are still here with me." After Wang An said that, he took out a large pile of storage talismans.

"Hahaha, you have basically known the senior officials in the sect. You are old and have been lucky enough to advance to the Nascent Soul. In the future, we will have to choose a new peak master for Dan Peak." Han Qinsheng suddenly smiled and looked scheming.

When Wang An saw Han Qinsheng's appearance, he secretly shouted in his heart that he was about to suffer!

"Haha, I plan to teach you the position of the peak master. With your level of alchemy, no one dares to refuse to accept it!" Han Qinsheng said to Wang An with a smile, stroking his beard.

"No, Master, please spare your disciples. The disciple has a low cultivation level. How can you be the leader of the lineage? Besides, the master is in his thirties, so why does he have any old age?" Wang An hurriedly waved his hand and refused, and at the same time he secretly despised Han Qinsheng. Every Nascent Soul cultivator has at least a thousand years of life. How could he be old? This is such a big joke.

However, there are regulations for Baicao Sect that the Nascent Soul cultivator is automatically promoted to an elder, and from then on, he will practice wholeheartedly without having to worry about the miscellaneous matters in the sect. Han Qinsheng is indeed no longer suitable to be the leader of the Dan Peak lineage.

"Haha, you are the only disciple of yours. If you don't pass the position of the peak master to you, who will you pass it to?" Han Qinsheng laughed instead of anger.

"Master, you are still young, and you can also recruit a few more disciples to promote our Dan Peak lineage." Wang An suddenly pondered for a moment and said.

"Can you find another disciple like you?" Han Qinsheng suddenly asked.

"I will talk about the matter of Master, the Peak Master, in the future. Let's talk about alchemy. The disciple has sorted out the inheritance of the Shennong Patriarch that he had obtained before, and now he will hand it over to you." Wang An suddenly turned his left hand and a crystal jade slip appeared in his hand.

"Oh, let me see it!" When Wang An heard the inheritance of Shennong, he became interested and said with anticipation.

"Master, in three days, I will bring someone to take a look." Wang An suddenly spoke after handing the jade slip to Han Qinsheng.

"Hmm? You're not kidding!" Han Qinsheng's smile suddenly subsided, and he said with a steady look at Wang An.

"Report to the master, this person is also a person who has entered the Baicao Sect with his disciples. His talent for alchemy is even better than that of his disciples." Wang An said calmly.

"Hahaha, if you really have such a talented person, you might as well accept him as a teacher." Han Qinsheng suddenly said with a smile.

...

Three days later, tears under the moon!

"Sister Feihong, you and I go to Danfeng!" Early in the morning, Wang An suddenly said to Yan Feihong who was mingling with his several maids.

"Hey, what are you doing in Danfeng? My master is also in Danfeng, and I am often there." Yan Feihong looked at Wang An with a puzzled look and said.

"Go to see my master!" Wang An said, and two green talismans appeared at their feet.

"Go to see... see your master!" Yan Feihong fainted in shock when she heard Wang An's words.

"Well, you heard it right!" Wang An nodded lightly.

Under Wang An's guidance, Yan Feihong is currently at the ninth level of Qi Refining, a senior alchemist. She seems to have an innate talent for alchemy. She has surpassed her master Ji Zimo in just a few years after coming to Baicao Sect.

"Disciple, please pay homage to the master!" Wang An bowed respectfully to Han Qinsheng.

"Disciple Yan Feihong pays homage to Old Ancestor Han!" Yan Feihong was nervous for a moment when she saw Han Qinsheng sitting on the seat of the hall.

"Get up." Han Qinsheng glanced at Yan Feihong lightly, and then said to Wang An, "What are you talking about is this little girl?"

"Report to the master, it's her." Wang An said calmly.

"Who is the little girl who can teach you? Can you refine elixirs?" Han Qinsheng suddenly said to Yan Feihong.

"Report to the ancestor, disciple Zidao, you can barely enter the realm of a high-level alchemist after three years of entry." Yan Feihong looked at Han Qinsheng with some anxiety and replied with his head down.

"Oh, three years? Senior alchemist!" Han Qinsheng's eyes suddenly lit up and he said with interest.

"Haha, Sister Feihong, you don't have to hide your weakness in front of my master." Wang An said to Yan Feihong with a smile.

"The master has actually stepped into the master's realm, but her cultivation level is not enough, which is somewhat similar to the realm where the disciples were at the beginning."

So Wang An told Han Qinsheng in detail that Yan Feihong's progress in alchemy in recent years and that he had missed the best time to practice when he was in the beginning.

"Hahaha, according to my disciple, you have no talent for alchemy in the art of lying, little girl." Han Qinsheng suddenly said happily, and his expression in Yan Feihong was vaguely more kind.

So Han Qinsheng asked Yan Feihong to refine a pot of elixirs that could only be refined by entering the perfect realm of advanced alchemists.

Yan Feihong vaguely knew what Wang An asked him to do. At this moment, he was filled with excitement. If he could join Han Qinsheng's sect, perhaps the distance between him would not be so far away.

Yan Feihong really lived up to expectations and finally successfully refined the pill.

"Haha, disciple, you are really the blessing master of my Dan Peak lineage. This has brought another talented alchemy genius." Han Qinsheng said to Wang An with a look of surprise.

"Little girl, are you willing to join me?" Han Qinsheng asked suddenly.

"This, is this really OK? But I already have a master?" Yan Feihong suddenly cried with joy and said in a crying voice.

"Hahaha, you were originally from my Dan Peak lineage, so you can definitely join my disciple!" Han Qinsheng said suddenly with a smile.

"Disciple, please pay homage to the master!" Yan Feihong knelt in front of Han Qinsheng with a pounce.
Chapter completed!