The Four Nine Immortal Sect was situated on a vast expanse of grassland in the Purple Star State.
That place used to be a barren and desolate Realm of the Fallen Phoenix. Only after chatting with Nuwa did An Lin learn that Nuwa had used the residual power of the Phoenix in the Realm of the Fallen Phoenix to transform that barren realm into an extremely rare immortal paradise with her essential power of creation.
He still had to thank Nuwa for this. He had thought that this was a blessing from the heavens, but who would have thought that he would be indebted to Nuwa?
An Lin, Xu Xiaolan, Tina, Xiao Hong, Dabai, Little Gu, Xuanyuan Cheng, Su Qianyun, Miao Tian, Luo Ziping, Zong Yongyan, Sun Shenglian, and the others all traveled to the Four Nine Immortal Sect together.
Xuanyuan Cheng had the Ten-Thousand Spirits Immortal Sect to inherit, and Su Qianyun had the Moon Palace to inherit, but none of that would stop them from becoming Pavilion Lords of the Four Nine Immortal Sect.
Cultivating anywhere was not the same as cultivating. It would be more fun if everyone cultivated together.
The Four Nine Immortal Sect was now a major cultivation sect with countless powerful immortals. An Lin decided that it was time to put on a good show.
Thus, he convened a meeting with all of the higher-ups of the Four Nine Immortal Sect.
During the meeting, An Lin donated all of the miscellaneous cultivation materials he had obtained from the Divine Source Continent to the sect and only kept the immortal-rank and above items for himself. This was an extremely massive amount of treasures. Everyone, including Bai Ling, was astonished by An Lin's actions.
Have you ever seen over a hundred small mountains of treasures?
This could no longer be described as extravagant.
In Bai Ling's words, An Lin had casually tossed out a cultivation resource base that rivaled that of the four great immortal sects!
This was actually quite normal. After all, this was what the Immortal King Palace had obtained after squeezing the Divine Source Continent dry for close to ten thousand years. Just the amount of resources alone was not something that the top-rate immortal sects of the Tai Chu Continent could compare to.
The disciples and elders of the Four Nine Immortal Sect could stand up straight and tell everyone that their sect was just as rich as the four great sects of the Kingdom of the Nine States!
An Lin didn't feel much about these worldly possessions, and he wouldn't feel the pinch even if he gave them to the sect.
He was the one who had founded the Four Nine Immortal Sect, so he naturally had to protect it like a child. This was motherly love, selfless, considerate, and unrequited!
Xiaoze was in charge of tabulating the newly added resources of the sect. With so many treasures, identifying, classifying, and storing them, he would probably be busy until tomorrow. However, he was very happy because counting treasures was the happiest thing in his life.
During the meeting, they also decided to open the Flame Pavilion, Spirit Pavilion, Realm Pavilion, Moon Pavilion, and Beast Pavilion. They would choose an auspicious day to officially recruit core disciples.
After the meeting, An Lin and Xiaolan strolled around the sect.
"Master, Master, look at this."
Ye Ling ran over to him with a sweet smile and a hint of anticipation on her face.
She raised her small hands high, and in her hands were two lifelike wooden carvings.
One of them was a handsome Sword Immortal, while the other was an adorable little girl. They were carved from the same piece of wood, and their hands were connected at the point where they were holding hands.
"This wood is really well carved. It's so lifelike." An expression of appreciation appeared on Xu Xiaolan's face.
"Little Ling, is this for me? It's so well carved! " An Lin was extremely touched as he accepted the wooden carving. "Master is even happier to receive this than those immortal tools!"
"Heehee, thank you for your praise, Master's wife and Master's wife. I actually carved this in my spare time, so it's not a big deal. I just wanted to give it to Master to cheer him up." Even though Ye Ling said this, she couldn't disguise the elation on her face.
The wooden carving depicted her master teaching her how to practice swordsmanship.
She would never forget An Lin teaching her how to practice the sword under the setting sun. Aside from her grandmother, no one else had been able to give her that kind of warmth and happiness. However, An Lin had done it. He had given her a sense of family.
Her family was happy because of her, so she was even happier!
"Little Ling, how's your sword cultivation going?" An Lin asked.
"I've already mastered the second stage of the Four Nine Sword Technique!" Ye Ling replied with a wide grin.
"Little Ling is the best! Let Master's wife train with you." Xu Xiaolan rubbed Ye Ling's soft cheeks with a doting expression.
"Alright!" Ye Ling grabbed onto this rare opportunity and ran toward the drill ground with Xu Xiaolan in tow.
An Lin followed along behind the two of them with a smile on his face.
The Four Nine Sword Technique was the standard sword technique of the Four Nine Immortal Sect that he, Xu Xiaolan, and Liu Qianhuan had created together.
It was a combination of An Lin's observation of Vanquish the Heavens and Slay All Evil and the Six Strikes of the War God, Liu Qianhuan's observation of the Heavenly Sword Sect's paramount sword techniques, and Xu Xiaolan's observation of the Vermilion Bird Sect's Holy Flame Sword Technique. There were a total of eighteen sword techniques that anyone could learn, and the Great Dao of Sword Intent pointed directly toward the very essence of the Four Nine Sword Techniques.
The Four Nine Sword Technique was extremely popular among the core members of the sect, and even Xiao Ze, who didn't use the sword much, had learned a few techniques from it.
This sword technique was very simple to learn, but it became more and more profound as one progressed. Occasionally practicing it would strengthen one's body, and disciples with aptitude in the dao of the sword would benefit immensely.
Just as the Four Nine Immortal Sect was flourishing.
In the depths of the distant Dark Marshlands.
There was a burial ground.
A gargantuan blood wheel hung high in the sky, rotating incessantly.
It was ancient, eternal, and boundless.
Ninety-nine waterfalls of blood fell from the edge of the wheel, and a crimson mist enshrouded the earth within a radius of over fifty kilometers.
This was the base of the Divine Disc League, a top-rate Blood Tribe power.
Its status was equivalent to that of the Nine Imperials of the Kingdom of the Nine States, and countless Blood Tribe powerful beings and mighty figures were gathered here.
At this moment, the leader of the Divine Disc League, Reginald, was within a secret chamber.
The dim candlelight shone on his radiant face. His once old white hair had now become jet-black. Even his wrinkled skin had become smoother.
Many Blood Tribe powerful beings were astonished by Reginald's transformation.
He had experienced a battle of life and death a hundred years ago, and he had sustained severe injuries due to the repeated use of life-burning mystic techniques. His life force had been completely depleted, and he was aging faster and faster.
But now, he had suddenly regained his vitality. Not only had his appearance improved, but even his aura had become full of vitality. This was not something that could be faked. Countless people were both envious and curious about how he had managed to do this.
Reginald announced to the public that he had found a divine medicine in a mystic realm, which was how he had been revived. However, he knew in his heart that this was all because of a drop of miraculous blood.
That blood was holy and mighty.
It was able to purify the filthy blood within his body!
That's right, that drop of blood was the blood of the Holy Leader!
Reginald carefully extracted a drop of blood from the vial under the dim candlelight. He looked as if he were looking at the most precious treasure in the world.
"This is the last drop. There won't be any left after this … I wonder when the Sacred Leader will lead us to a new world … Sigh …" Reginald stared at the drop of blood with a hint of melancholy in his eyes.
He didn't care about the Blood Patriarch as he was now a loyal follower of the Holy Leader.
Everything could be faked, but blood could not be faked.
The Holy Leader's blood could purify everything in his body. It was the most powerful blood he had ever seen, and the Holy Leader was definitely the most powerful being in this world!
Reginald murmured to himself with anticipation in his eyes, "I wonder what kind of being the Holy Leader is? I really want to see him soon … "
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