Ancestor Tao Ran's words made Han Muye almost laugh out loud.
I thought that senior masters like my ancestor, who had countless ups and downs, no longer cared about the slander from outsiders.
It turns out that I waited on purpose.
Even the ancestors of the Mu family thought that the simplified Xu Pulse Pill was a trick. This time when the ancestor Tao Ran took it out, he might really be able to slap the faces of those who looked down upon him.
The celebration has not yet begun, and the ancestors of the Mu family have not arrived yet. Although Han Muye is in the front position, he is blocked by the ancestors Tao Ran and Su Liang, so he can still run away.
Looking around, he finally saw Mu Wan sitting upright among the children of the Mu family.
The people around Mu Wan seemed to have noticed him too. They gathered together and pointed and looked at his eyes. It was probably that except for his good looks, everything else was negative.
Han Muye has finally figured it out. In the eyes of these alchemy cultivators, no matter how good your swordsmanship is, it can't compare to a furnace of good elixirs.
Superb brain circuit.
"Huh?" Han Muye was slightly startled as his eyes swept over him.
He saw someone he didn't expect.
He has never seen this person.
But he had seen it from the memory of the alchemy furnace in his hand.
Jiang Ming.
He practiced casually in Yulin Valley, refined Qingxue Pill, and tried to integrate sword energy into the pill furnace.
This man's persistence in alchemy deeply impressed Han Muye.
Cultivation is really a matter of going crazy if you don’t succeed.
At this time, Jiang Ming had a solemn face, wearing a blue and gray robe, his gray hair was tightly tied up, and he had an air of airiness about him.
The crazy look seen from the alchemy cauldron is gone.
He was sitting on one side near the edge of the square, surrounded by low-level practitioners.
It is indeed impossible for Jiang Ming, who was born as a casual cultivator, to get a good position at such a big banquet today.
Practitioners have keen spiritual senses. Han Muye just stared straight at him for a few breaths, and Jiang Ming had already raised his head.
Jiang Ming was slightly startled when he saw Han Muye looking at him.
A member of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect?
I am a wasted alchemy practitioner, so I don’t think I have any interactions with them, right?
Han Muye nodded slightly as a greeting.
This made Jiang Ming a little confused.
But he still nodded in return.
Jiuxuan Sword Sect is now at its peak. This person is still the ancestor's personal follower, so he must be no ordinary person.
Being greeted by such a person, he, a casual cultivator, was already flattered.
Han Muye didn't let Han Muye look around for long, before a bell rang, auspicious clouds filled the sky, and flower petals flew everywhere.
The celebration has begun.
Han Muye met the ancestor of the Mu family for the first time.
This old man wearing a gray robe with white beard and hair has a cloud of elixir energy lingering around his body.
The wafting fragrance of alchemy proves that his alchemy cultivation is extraordinary.
His face is simple, his eyes are kind, and he is full of elixir.
This look is the look of a tailor-made alchemy overhaul.
"Fellow Taoists, Mu Chunhui has lived a crazy life of eight hundred years. Today is a small celebration. I am very grateful to have all of you here."
The great monk's voice resounded throughout the square, soft and clear.
Whether it was a representative of the sect like Patriarch Tao Ran or other practitioners, they all stood up and bowed their hands in salute.
With eight hundred years of practice, he is not considered to be at the top of his age in Western Xinjiang.
After all, most earth realm practitioners can live to be a thousand years old.
But during the 800 years since Mu Chun returned, he had actually done many great things and accumulated a lot of merit in the Western Xinjiang cultivation world.
Being treated politely by everyone today is also a sign of respect for him.
Seeing the whole hall surrendering, Mu Chunhui looked sad.
What the sword cultivator seeks is to control the world, and the alchemy cultivator is afraid that he will be praised by thousands of cultivators.
Looking at Mu Chunhui, who was looking at the sky with his hands behind his hands, Han Muye had a hint of enlightenment.
Practitioners are still mortals after all.
Everyone has something they want in their heart.
When you have no desires or pursuits, and when you have cut off your love and sex, you may really be able to become an immortal.
The children of the Mu family brought the incense case, and Mu Chunhui held the incense and saluted to heaven and earth.
This is alchemy cultivation. The cultivation of alchemy relies entirely on the elixir fire given by heaven and earth.
For sword cultivators, it would be good to fight against the sky without holding a sword.
The celebration seemed to have a fixed routine, which Han Muye didn't understand.
Anyway, in his opinion, it is a celebration when all kinds of spiritual fruits and fine wines are served.
However, the table full of fruits and delicious wine cannot be enjoyed immediately.
Several direct descendants of the Mu family came forward to kowtow to Mu Chunhui and then presented birthday gifts.
Some are giving rare elixirs, and some are bringing out treasured elixirs.
These are the second and third generations of the Mu family. Most of them are already in the realm of cultivation, their level of alchemy is not bad, and they have rich wealth.
Mu Chunhui smiled happily and encouraged him a few words, then accepted the gift.
Those who came forward from behind were mostly the juniors of foundation building and Qi condensation.
"That is Mu Tanzhi, the eldest son of the Mu family."
"Among the younger generations of the Mu family, the one who has the greatest hope of inheriting the mantle of our ancestor is this eldest son."
"Among the younger generation of Alchemy in Western Xinjiang, the reputation of Mr. Mutanzhimu is very high."
The surrounding discussions made Han Muye look up.
The person standing in front of Mu Wan and others was a calm middle-aged man wearing a lavender robe.
This is the first member of the Mu family, Mu Tanzhi.
He has a flash of elixir that far exceeds that of his peers, and his cultivation is at the peak of foundation building.
Under his leadership, a group of Mu family disciples kowtowed to Mu Chunhui.
Except for Mutanzhi, who offered a seventh-grade elixir that he had refined in his hands, everyone else had empty hands and just kowtowed.
The ancestors of the Mu family would not appreciate their filial piety.
As long as it comes to your mind.
The members of the Mu family had finished celebrating their birthdays, and representatives of each sect came forward.
The first to step forward were the two green-robed Taoists from the Lingdao Sect.
No one knows what the specific gift was.
The ancestor of the Mu family solemnly accepted the gift and asked nicely to sit down.
The power of the largest sect in Western Xinjiang can be seen from this.
Behind them are two monks from the Shangyang Demon Sect wearing black robes, and then the Taiyi Sword Sect.
After the three major sects finished delivering their gifts, the monks from the Fengling Sword Sect stood up.
Just when he got up, Patriarch Tao Ran here had slowly straightened up.
Everyone in the entire venue was stunned.
Fengling Sword Sect and Jiuxuan Sword Sect are currently fighting fiercely and are in dire straits.
At this time, should we stop the signs?
Among the three major sects, who ranks fourth?
Unfortunately, the reality did not turn out as the viewer expected.
When they saw Patriarch Tao Ran stand up, the two Taoists opposite him sat down again.
Patriarch Tao Ran and Elder Su Liang stepped forward and presented the birthday gifts they had prepared earlier.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When they turned around, two Taoists from the Fengling Sword Sect came forward holding the brocade box.
The process of presenting birthday gifts did not involve showing off wealth and comparing as Han Muye imagined. It was all put in a box and no one could see it.
Han Muye guessed that many of the boxes were probably empty, and the real birthday gifts might have been given and registered long ago.
After all, there were not many people at the venue who could come forward to give gifts. Most of them were empty-handed, and they should have given gifts long ago.
After dozens of sects, large and small, had given gifts, the ancestor of the Mu family stood up and said a few words of thanks. Han Muye looked at the ancestor Tao Ran who was sitting in front of him and stretched out his hand to touch the spiritual fruit.
Finally it's time to eat.
To be honest, Han Muye is not a good eater in the sect.
Today I am interested in the spiritual fruit in front of me. It really looks tempting. It is the first time I have seen so many fruits in the world of cultivation.
Unfortunately, appearance does not reflect taste.
The beautiful-looking melons and fruits are nothing more than sweet and sour in taste.
Not as Han Muye imagined, a breath of spiritual energy entered his belly, and his energy and blood surged like a tide.
The fruit is still the same fruit.
Melon, that is, that melon.
Slightly disappointed.
Looking up, the ancestor of the Mu family started to toast with a wine glass.
After he paid his respects, the venue became lively.
Many acquaintances got together and started talking about alchemy.
Sure enough, they are all alchemy cultivators. The one said that he was very angry last night and did not get rid of it, and a whole batch of elixirs were wasted. The other said that the harmony of water and milk is the correct way of alchemy.
"Stop eating, go and take a walk." Just after finishing a fruit, Patriarch Tao Ran, who was sitting in front of him, spoke in a low voice.
Han Muye turned around and saw that Fairy Jinyuan, who was sitting nearby, was already talking and laughing with several female cultivators in the distance.
Even Elder Su Liang, holding a wine glass, approached several alchemists and whispered.
"Ancestor, you're not going?" Seeing that the place was full of people exchanging alchemy knowledge, Han Muye was curious as to why Ancestor Tao Ran didn't go.
"Hmph, ancestor, do I need to go?" Ancestor Tao Ran snorted coldly.
Han Muye picked up the wine glass and walked away. After walking a few steps, he looked back and saw that there was no one around Ancestor Tao Ran. He was the only one sitting there.
The scene is a bit desolate.
Han Muye was a little moved.
I guess the ancestor knew that he was not very popular and no one would care about him, so he forced him to leave, right?
I don't want to be left out like him.
"That's the ancestor Tao Ran of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, right? Why is no one talking to him?" A young alchemy cultivator didn't understand and spoke in a low voice.
"Shh, let me tell you, when Patriarch Tao Ran was stopped outside the Little Alchemy Pavilion, he made dozens of furnaces of alchemy but failed to achieve the best quality. In a fit of rage, he almost set fire to the Little Alchemy Pavilion."
"This guy has a bad temper."
"No wonder I heard people say he is a fire madman. Forget it, it's better not to get too close."
Han Muye didn't know that Patriarch Tao Ran had even planned to burn down the Xiaodan Pavilion.
But when you think about it, dozens of furnaces of elixirs can't produce the best product. That feeling is indeed urgent.
Han Muye looked around and saw that there was no one he wanted to meet. He turned around and walked to the side of the venue with the wine glass in hand.
Jiang Ming, who was drinking with his head down, looked up and was slightly startled when he saw Han Muye coming.
"Han Muye of Jiuxuan Sword Sect, I have met Daoist Jiang."
Han Muye did not exchange greetings, but went straight to Jiang Ming's desk and sat down, raising his glass gently.
Jiang Ming clinked glasses with him with a confused look on his face, and then drank the wine in the glass.
"Mr. Han, I wonder how you know me?"
After drinking the wine, Jiang Ming couldn't help it anymore. He looked at Han Muye and spoke in a low voice.
Beside him, many people pricked up their ears.
This group of people are all alchemy cultivators who came from casual cultivation, and their cultivation level in alchemy is average.
After all, the arrangement of the seats in this corner speaks for itself.
The disciples of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect came to visit Jiang Ming, making them very curious.
Jiuxuan Sword Sect is the largest sect in Western Xinjiang.
Jiang Ming was well-known back then, but after all these years, who would still take him seriously?
Hearing Jiang Ming's question, Han Muye chuckled, raised his hand, and a small black alchemy furnace appeared in his palm.
Storage ring.
People around him glanced at Han Muye unconsciously.
This guy must be the second-generation son of an elder from the Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
Otherwise, how could he have a treasure like a storage ring at such a young age?
At this time, Jiang Ming cast his gaze on the small black stove, with a trace of bitterness flashing in his eyes.
"It turns out that Young Master knows that this alchemy furnace was once in my hands."
"The Jiuxuan Sword Sect is a major sect in Western Xinjiang. It is not difficult to trace the origin of an alchemy furnace."
Jiang Ming spoke softly, paused for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Han Muye: "Young Master is looking for me, do you want me to compensate you for the stove?"
"I used sword energy to make elixirs, but it was a pity that I damaged the foundation of this elixir furnace."
"It's just that now I'm afraid I can't afford to pay for this stove."
A good alchemy furnace is like a good sword in the hands of a swordsman.
This alchemy furnace was destroyed by myself, and it was normal for the furnace to be in someone else's hands and to be angry if they noticed it.
Anyone who practices alchemy will not cherish the alchemy furnace.
Hearing Jiang Ming say that he used sword energy to make elixirs and broke the stove, many people around him showed contempt.
As an alchemist, I am ashamed to be associated with this person.
"Take a good look." Han Muye held an empty wine glass in his hand, looked into the distance, and spoke softly.
Take a good look?
Jiang Ming frowned and looked down at the alchemy furnace.
His expression slowly changed, and he stretched out his hand and gently touched the alchemy furnace.
"hiss--"
The moment his palm touched the alchemy furnace, his eyes widened and he let out a low cry.