However, there was a large alchemy cauldron placed on top of the flying boat, and a faint medicinal fragrance came out of the alchemy cauldron.
"Huh? It turns out to be the second-level elixir, Miaoxiang Pill!"
"The Qingxu Sect actually uses Miao Xiang Dan as incense. It seems that they want to use this extravagance to enhance the reputation of the sect." There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd.
An old man with a hooked nose was sitting next to the alchemy stove, enjoying incense and drinking tea, looking indifferent.
He is Liu Wuchong, the elder of the Qingxu Sect, who is said to be a sixth-level alchemist.
As a high-level alchemist, he is very famous in the entire Linglan Mountain, and even in the Great Tang Kingdom and the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Then, a mechanism house slowly fell from the sky and instantly turned into a small palace.
This is obviously the Wanxiang Sect who is good at mechanism formations.
However, since the Wanxiang Sect is called "Wanxiang", the things they study are not only machine formations, but also other elixirs, weapon training, and talisman making.
But precisely because they have too many things to juggle, there are often many disciples of the Wanxiang Sect who know everything but are bad at everything.
So much so that Wanxiang Sect ranks last among the six sects in Linglan Mountain.
"Hahaha~~Old man Lu, why are you, the Wanxiang Sect, so late again? Let me tell you, your office building should have been replaced a long time ago."
As soon as Wanxiang Sect landed, Duan Muxiong, the elder of the Weapon Refining Sect next to him, said sarcastically.
The elder of the Wanxiang Sect, Lu Qianji, did not argue, he just talked and exposed the matter.
Suddenly there was a scream in the sky, and all the golden elixir masters stopped talking and looked solemn.
Soon a giant sword-shaped flying boat landed in the sky, and a monk in his forties stood on the bow.
What is different from others is that he carries a giant sword four to five feet long and half a foot wide on his back.
As soon as this person arrived, Fang Yang could faintly feel the pressure of his spiritual power, which was higher than that of several other golden elixir monks.
Fang Yang's heart trembled slightly, and he instantly understood that this monk had at least the middle stage of Jindan cultivation.
What's even more terrifying is that as long as this person looks at you, it's as if his eyes will turn into sharp swords and pierce people's hearts, making people afraid to look at him.
This person is obviously Li Jiran, the elder of the Proud Sword Immortal Sect, the first sect in Linglan Mountain, and is known as the Sky-Strengthening Immortal Sword.
As soon as Li Jiran arrived at the scene, he glanced at the other elders of the sects and nodded slightly as a salute.
Then he glanced at the many Qi Practitioners who wanted to enter the Immortal Sect, but this look was full of disdain, just like looking at the pieces of meat for sale at a street butcher stall.
It seems that in his eyes, low-level monks in the Qi training period are no different from goods.
Fang Yang had extraordinary spiritual awareness and keenly observed this, and even accidentally glanced at Li Jiran.
In an instant, Fang Yang had a splitting headache, as if someone had stabbed his eyes with a sword. If the invisible magic in his body hadn't been activated instantly, he might have directly injured his soul.
Li Jiran snorted coldly, as if he was laughing at the little ants who were in the Qi training stage for daring to look at him.
But according to his character, if there weren't too many people here, he might have taken this little monk who didn't know the heights of the world and had him cramped and skinned.
However, in his opinion, the monks in the Qi training stage who were stared at by him using the sword concentration method might have their souls injured.
Even those who have been tricked will not be able to improve their cultivation level in their lifetime.
Therefore, he did not continue to embarrass Fang Yang.
"Hmph! What's so great about the Golden Core cultivator! I will definitely trample you under my feet in the future!"
Fang Yang endured the severe pain, forced himself to calm down, and swallowed another purple heart nourishing pill to ensure that his soul was not injured.
If it weren't for his own powerful spiritual thoughts and the Purple Heart Nourishment Pill that heals his spiritual thoughts, he might have really damaged his spiritual thoughts and stopped his cultivation.
Fang Yang naturally didn't dare to do it again, but his heart was filled with anger.
The Aojian Immortal Sect is respected in Linglan Mountain because the Aojian Immortal Sect has two ancestors in the Nascent Soul stage, one in the early stage and one in the middle stage.
The other sects only have one master who is in the early stage of Nascent Soul, so the Proud Sword Immortal Sect has a transcendent status.
Not only does it occupy the largest and best spiritual veins in Linglan Mountain, but its resources are also naturally the richest.
Of course, the Proud Sword Immortal Sect also has the highest requirements for recruiting disciples.
Soon, after each sect disembarked from the flying boat, they each set up extremely gorgeous tents as temporary strongholds to recruit disciples.
Only the Wanxiang Sect is still the same mechanical tower, which can be used directly without any arrangement.
Fang Yang has carefully considered which sect to join.
It stands to reason that Fang Yang now has the Qingyuan Immortal Mountain and countless spiritual herbs. If he joins the Qingxu Sect that refines elixirs, he will probably be like a fish in water.
However, Fang Yang's final choice was Wanxiang Sect, not Qingxu Sect.
In fact, from Fang Yang's point of view, with Qingyuan Immortal Mountain, he can obtain inexhaustible resources, so alchemy may not be a big bottleneck for him.
Only when his cultivation reaches a high level, everything will fall into place.
However, Wanxiang Sect is all-encompassing and has everything, and Fang Yang attaches great importance to this.
Although Fang Yang only has Qi training skills now, he already has great ambitions.
He will not limit himself to a low level, but will consider his own future.
Fang Yang, together with other Qi-training monks who wanted to join the sect, chatted here and asked questions there, acting very eager.
Finally, Fang Yang slowly walked to the area near Wanxiang Sect.
At this moment, in front of the Wanxiang Sect's mechanism tower, a dozen foundation-building monks were surrounding the elder Lu Qianji who was sitting in front of the tower.
Immediately in front of them was a row of exquisite tables and chairs made of fine Xianyuan wood, and the collection area of the Wanxiang Gate was set up.
You know, a foot-long piece of Xianyuan wood can already be used to refine magic weapons, and here there is a row of large tables made of more than ten feet of Xianyuan wood.
This shows that although the Wanxiang Sect ranks last among the six immortal sects, it is still very impressive compared to the smaller sects.
In front of the collection office, a plaque was erected with a bunch of tasks written on it.
Depending on the difficulty, as long as you meet a few simple tasks among the above tasks, or a casual cultivator who is a difficult task, you will have the opportunity to join the sect.
At this time, a white-haired old foundation-building monk sat in front of the collection office.
Fang Yang and a group of casual cultivators quickly gathered in front of the mission plaque and studied it carefully.
"You want to find 10 inner elixirs of third-level monsters? Isn't this a joke?"
A monk at the eighth level of Qi training said with a mournful face. You must know that third-level monsters are directly equivalent to monks in the late stage of Qi training, and third-level peak monsters such as multi-winged fire tigers are all at the level of foundation-building monks.
"Deploy a formation that can block the monks in the early stage of foundation building. As long as it can trap half a cup of tea, it will pass~~Hey~~~"
"It is still possible to trap ordinary foundation-building monks with half a cup of tea, but trapping foundation-building monks from the Wanxiang Sect who are proficient in formations is simply a dream!"
"I think it's better to fight the third-level monster."
Many casual cultivators started chattering under the mission plaque.
Fang Yang also read these tasks from top to bottom twice.
However, Fang Yang was different from other casual cultivators, he already knew it in his heart.
However, I was also secretly surprised by the Wanxiang Gate.
The Wanxiang Sect's task of recruiting disciples is really all-encompassing and multifarious.
There are searching for spiritual herbs, refining spiritual elixirs, arranging formations, making talismans, making formations...
Although they say they bite off more than they can chew, this is not the case with Wanxiang Sect. They actually encourage their disciples to develop in many aspects.
And it seems that it can be ranked among the six major sects, and it is indeed developing extremely well.
This time, each of the six sects, including the Wanxiang Sect, only recruits 50 new disciples.
Fang Yang and a group of Qi-training monks were lined up outside the recruitment office of Wanxiang Gate. Fang Yang's position was neither forward nor backward. He was submerged among thousands of monks of about the same level and looked inconspicuous at all.
After a while, monks who met the requirements handed in the task.
"Isn't it just the inner elixir of ten third-level monsters? It's just fifteen thousand spirit stones, haha~~"
I saw a monk who looked like a rich man in rich clothes looked at Fang Yang and the other casual cultivators with disdain, and threw out ten third-level demonic beast inner elixirs the size of goose eggs.
"This is Li Hu, a branch of Li Chunqiu, the elder of Wanxiang Sect's Jindan. The Li family is a big family in the Linglan Mountains. They threw out more than 10,000 spirit stones without blinking an eye."
Some casual cultivators who were familiar with the situation discussed it one after another. However, Li Hu obviously didn't care at all about these people's comments, and instead enjoyed it a little.
Many monks are extremely envious of Li Hu, who spends millions of dollars.
Fang Yang was extremely calm, without any change, and lined up step by step.
Within an hour, the Wanxiang Sect had already recruited eighteen disciples. Many of these disciples were monks with strong family backgrounds, so they quickly completed the sect's tasks and met the conditions for becoming disciples.
And after all of these people joined, more and more of them were small cultivators in the family, or just independent cultivators who simply worked alone. Some of the casual cultivators with strong backgrounds directly started setting up stalls in order to meet the conditions for joining the sect.
"I use one pound of black iron crystals to exchange for five third-level monster inner elixirs!" a strong man roared.
"I use three pieces of fairy wood to exchange for the inner elixir of two third-level monsters!"
"I'll exchange a high-grade magic weapon for one thousand five hundred spirit stones!"
In this way, the monks began to exchange what they had, and after a while, several more monks met the conditions, almost halfway.
Suddenly, someone rushed out of the crowd and asked, "Excuse me, senior, how long will it take for it to end?" Fang Yang took a closer look and saw that he was a tall and sturdy man, but he looked a bit honest.
"According to the rules, it's seven days!" the old foundation-building man in charge of recruitment replied impatiently.
"Okay! I'm going to fight the monsters right away!" The big man cursed and said, "When I came from the village this time, I met a damn fourth-level two-headed lizard, and all the good things in my body were consumed.
It seems that the only choice is to kill some more third-level monsters."
As he spoke, the big man hurriedly ran out of the city. Although he didn't have the Wind Control Curse, his speed was no slower than using the Wind Control Curse.
"You're going to kill a monster now? And it's a third-level monster?"
As soon as the big man said what he said, everyone started talking about it.
"That's right, this time we need the inner elixirs of ten third-level monsters!" Another person was also surprised.
"Huh, of course the natives in the mountains have amazing fighting power, but their cultivation is just average, so there's no need to make a fuss about it." A monk explained with a smile.
There are also some barbarians in Linglan Mountain. They are born with supernatural powers and have inherited some ancient secrets. They can become monks.
However, even if they become monks, they are still discriminated against. Among the six sects, only the inclusive Wanxiang Sect is willing to accept them as disciples.
So I guess this big man is also a barbarian, so he can only try his best to join the Wanxiang Sect.
After more than half an hour, Fang Yang walked around, sweating profusely, as if he had been running around to complete the task.
Then Fang Yang took out a storage bag from his arms and took out thirty bottles of the third-level elixir specified by Wanxiang Sect.