Cultivators who set foot on the path of immortality usually had a lot of patience.
Because of the long lifespan granted to cultivators by the path of immortality, they could do things far more leisurely than mortals. Many cultivators preferred to close themselves up in seclusion, staying in a small and dark cave or palace for decades without leaving. This was enough to make even the most dutiful otaku in the mortal world feel ashamed of their inferiority.
As for the chief disciples of the Five Uniques of the Wanxian League, although each of them became famous very quickly, when it came to patience, any one of them was far above the average level of cultivators. However … this time, they only waited for a day before they all felt impatient.
Having patience and wasting time were two different concepts. As cultivators, they could spend decades to perfect a cultivation method when necessary, but if it was unnecessary to waste time, even a quarter of an hour was too much.
"Is that idiot Zhan Ziye coming or not?"
Next to the round table, Zhou Mumu impatiently knocked on the corner of the table. And behind her, the King Pill level maid very deftly took away the tea and snacks in front of her, and then placed fresh immortal fruits and vegetables on the table.
"How arrogant, he actually made the four of us wait for him for a whole day, and during this time, he didn't even send a letter!"
As Zhou Mumu spoke, she unceremoniously took a dark red fruit and chewed on it. The clear juice flowed down the girl's white wrist, but before it could touch her sleeve, it was evaporated by her magic power.
As the chief disciple of Kunlun, this posture of talking while eating obviously did not meet the requirements of etiquette, but waiting for a whole day was enough to wear down all of Zhou Mumu's patience, and she could only use her appetite to suppress the anger in her heart. In this day, the number of immortal fruits Zhou Mumu ate could be measured in tons. Even though Shengjing was rich, the maid serving behind her began to change color.
After eating the fruit, Zhou Mumu still could not suppress her anger. "Even the famous unruly people like Wang Lu came on time, and he, a mere Zhan Ziye, dared to be late!"
Affected by Zhou Mumu's stray bullet, Wang Lu laughed heartily. "Haha, I can't believe that a loser like me has become famous!"
"Cough!" Zhou Mumu choked on the fruit juice on the spot.
At that moment, Xiang Liang, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up. "We're about to embark on a very high-risk operation, and during the operation, an undisciplined teammate will become an extremely unstable factor. I suggest that Zhan Ziye be expelled from the team."
Xiang Liang's proposal was quite surprising, but it was not difficult to see from his frown that it was not difficult to see that this self-proclaimed soldier hated undisciplined behavior the most. And as a member of a team of five, Zhan Ziye was actually a day late for no reason!
Zhou Mumu was delighted. "Well said, I agree! Just thinking of working with that idimakes me sick! "
Wang Lu kindly reminded her, "Nausea may also be because you ate too much."
Zhou Mumu glared at her, then picked up a fruit and ate it. At the same time, she turned to Qiong Hua and said, "Zhan Ziye is late for no reason. We have waited for him for a whole day. We have done our best. Shall we fire him now?"
Before Qiu Hua could open her mouth, Wang Lu already said, "Being late for no reason is not necessarily true. There's another possibility."
Zhou Mumu frowned. Wasn't the relationship between Zhan Ziye and Wang Lu not good? How could he speak for Zhan Ziye this time?
Then she heard Wang Lu say, "It's possible that Senior Brother Ziye has unfortunately died in these three months, so it's excusable that he couldn't come."
"…"
"Of course, considering his identity as the lead disciple of one of the Five Uniques, if he really died, there should've been news about it. But now, the immortal cultivation world of Nine Regions is calm. Therefore, it's also possible that during his cultivation, he fell into a situation where he could neither live nor die. The Ten Thousand Arts Sect tried their best to rescue him, but they could only barely keep his life. At this time, how could he still think about the five of us? Thus, he had no choice but to stand us up. "
"..." Zhou Mumu was silent for a long time. She even forgot to eat the fruit in her hand. She just stared at Wang Lu and then sighed with emotion. "Sure enough, it's still the Wang Lu I know!"
With that, she put down the fruit. "Then what do you think?"
Wang Lu said, "There's a proverb in the Western Continent: If the mountain doesn't come, I will. Since Senior Brother Zhan Ziye is in a state of near-death emergency treatment, shouldn't we, as his teammates, at least go and lay a wreath or something? "
With that, Wang Lu took out a ready-made wreath from his mustard seed bag. There were two lines of words on both sides. On the left side: Lonely without a wife; on the right side: Sweet gay afterlife.
Zhou Mumu was stunned. "... What kind of messy things are in your mustard seed bag? Did you even prepare a wreath?"
Wang Lu raised his eyebrows and happily said, "Actually, I also prepared one for you, Senior Sister …"
"Don't show it to me!"
—
In any case, under the proposal of Wang Lu, the four of them decided to go to the Ten Thousand Arts Sect to investigate.
It was hard to believe that Zhan Ziye had really died. However, at the same time, he was not the kind of person who was late for no reason. Although he didn't have any organizational discipline, punctuality was the basic etiquette of a person. As the lead disciple, he should be able to do this.
Did he really encounter some trouble?
Even though Zhan Ziye's popularity among the five of them was very poor, since he was their teammate, they should pay attention to him.
Before leaving, Wang Lu made a difficult request to Qiong Hua.
"I don't know if I'll come back or not, so I want this little thing as a greeting gift." Wang Lu said and then pointed at Yu Mengjun.
The little girl, who had taken human form in the dream, had a terrified and anxious expression on her face. As the fuse that caused the enmity between Wang Lu and Qiong Hua, she almost couldn't control herself.
Qiong Hua gawked for a moment, and then seriously shook her head. "Impossible."
Wang Lu then said, "Then how about we send her to study in Lingjian School as a foreign student?"
Qiong Hua was stunned again because she didn't expect Wang Lu to be so persistent with this dream tapir. In terms of rarity, although the dream tapir also had an ancient bloodline, its bloodline was not pure. At least, compared to the mountain spirit in Lingjian School, it was much worse. In terms of perception, it was just above average...
"Let's talk about it later." This time, Qiong Hua didn't insist. "When I come back, I will report it to the sect … If it's in the form of a foreign student, perhaps it's okay."
Wang Lu cupped his hands in obeisance. "Then I'll have to trouble Senior Sister Qiong Hua."
Qiong Hua was flattered. When Wang Lu cupped his hands in obeisance, the woman even subconsciously summoned her Immortal Dew Sword to defend herself — because Wang Lu's polite posture was too abnormal!
As a matter of fact, Wang Lu also felt that he was very abnormal.
Since he saw this Yu Mengjun, his chest felt hot — of course, it was not the heat of puberty, but the faint heat of the red jade pendant hanging on his chest, as if it was reminding him of something. Although the howling Enasi under his feet didn't open its mouth, Wang Lu judged that this dream tapir was probably not as simple as an ancient beast...
Unfortunately, the secret of Yu Mengjun's body could only be explored after they returned.
For now, he had to solve the matter of Zhan Ziye first!
—
From Shengjing Sect to Ten Thousand Arts Sect, it only took a cup of tea's time.
As early as a hundred years ago, the rich and overbearing Shengjing Sect had established a transportation network that extended in all directions with the help of the Nine Regions map. Moreover, it was independent of third party organizations such as Shun Feng Bank, which was completely under the sole control of Shengjing Sect. When needed, Shengjing Sect could use this transportation network to send hundreds of experts to any corner of the Nine Regions within a cup of tea's time. The terrifying strategy of the Nine Regions, which was the leader of the Wanxian League, could be seen.
When they arrived at the entrance of Ten Thousand Arts Sect, it was another scene.
Different from the grand atmosphere of Shengjing Sect, and also different from the independence of Kunlun Immortal World, Ten Thousand Arts Sect was the only one among the five unique sects that didn't completely set up their sect's facilities in the mountains. Instead, it was spread out in a valley, and then built many branches around the valley in all directions.
According to the Ten Thousand Arts Sect, this was to take advantage of the different terrain environment to facilitate the research of different spells. However, over the years, a large number of spells research had disturbed the surrounding spiritual energy, making other places unsuitable for human survival, except for certain areas. Just by standing in front of the valley, one could feel a unique, repelling aura from thousands of miles away.
At the entrance of the valley stood two dozens of meters tall giant puppets. Their terrifying fluctuations spread out, making the people in front of the entrance disappear without a trace. And these puppets were one of the academic crystallization of Ten Thousand Arts Sect, powerful puppets with the strength of Yuanying Stage.
Then, Qiong Hua handed over the visiting card to the gatekeeper puppet. After receiving the letter with the Shengjing Sect's logo, the puppet immediately turned around and entered the mountain. Before long, it returned to the entrance of the valley and waved its thick arm to show its welcome.
"... It seems like Zhan Ziye is really in the sect." Qiong Hua said, "The visiting card clearly states that we're here to visit Zhan Ziye. Now that they've let us pass, it's impossible that he's not here."
Wang Lu faintly said, "Perhaps he's really not here, and the Ten Thousand Arts Sect Elders let us see him for the last time."
"... How big of a grudge do you have with Zhan Ziye?" Zhou Mumu couldn't help but ask.
While talking, the four of them officially entered the Ten Thousand Arts Sect. After entering the valley, a huge translucent arrow lit up under their feet, which guided them forward. However, throughout the whole journey, no one accompanied them, not even a guiding puppet, completely letting them go.
Fortunately, the four of them didn't have any other plans. They just followed the direction of the arrow. Along the way, they deeply appreciated the uniqueness of the Ten Thousand Arts Sect.
Different from the quiet and elegant title of the Immortal Cultivation World's Library, the Ten Thousand Arts Sect presented a noisy atmosphere.
"Vermilion Bird 400, Azure Dragon 100, White Tiger 600, Black Tortoise 30 … First try, begin!"
In the middle of the valley, on one side of the spacious road, several cultivators of the Ten Thousand Arts Sect were setting up a tall furnace, which was surrounded by a Four Elements Array. Different types of magical power were input into the furnace, which was then condensed into a point through the complex internal structure of the furnace, producing a mysterious and incredible effect.
A burst of light flashed, and in the middle of the furnace, a gray iron core slowly condensed out.
"Ah ah ah, failed again. The twenty-ninth time, I can't even produce a golden core. Is there really a problem with the formula?"
"Try reducing the magical power of the Azure Dragon Form to 30. It is said that the probability of producing a golden core would increase."
"Ridiculous! How could reducing the input increase the output? "
Several cultivators around the iron furnace incessantly quarreled. A moment later, the contradiction intensified, and their faces turned red. However, to solve the contradiction, the cultivators of the Ten Thousand Arts Sect didn't use their fists and feet. Instead, they each fished out a small puppet, activated it with a spell, and then fiercely fought on the ground. Each of those small puppets was made to look like a beautiful girl. Their clothing and appearance were very exquisite. During the fight, their clothes would be damaged from time to time, revealing their underwear and snow-white skin, which caused several cultivators of the Ten Thousand Arts Sect to shout and scream.
Zhou Mumu watched the whole process, and the corner of her mouth curled up. "A group of fools destined to be alone for life. Don't you think so, Junior Brother Wang Lu? "
The girl turned her head, intending to get Wang Lu's approval. However, she saw that Wang Lu was staring at those several small puppets, seemingly fascinated.
"You, you actually …!?"
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