Yellow Court Daoist

"The apprentice is already immensely grateful that the Ancestor Master does not blame him. The treasure is too precious; I truly dare not accept it." When Qin Fan saw his master refuse, he got the hint and, although reluctant, still declined.

"Having conferred it, how can there be reason to take it back?"

Lu Qingfeng shook his head, ignoring the two of them, and pointed to the Black Stone in front of Qin Fan, "This is Primordial Magnetic Divine Iron, taken from the deep parts of the North Sea. I observe that the material of your Flying Sword is mediocre; incorporating it would elevate its grade out of thin air. In future battles, any Magic Artifact refined from the Five Metal Essence will melt upon contact and lose its spirituality even by proximity."

This piece of Primordial Magnetic Divine Iron was obtained by Zheng Chi and presented to Lu Qingfeng.

Casually cast aside in a corner by Lu Qingfeng, it was thought to be useful for future Artifact Refining. But over the years, there were too many Magic Artifacts acquired through various means, even possessing numerous Immortal Artifacts, thus it had been kept aside.

It was only upon seeing Qin Fan's Flying Sword that Lu Qingfeng remembered the piece of Primordial Magnetic Divine Iron.

"Primordial Magnetic Divine Iron."

Qin Fan listened with a dazzled look and his gaze quickly heated up as he stared at the seemingly unremarkable Black Stone.

This Primordial Magnetic Divine Iron was far more precious than the piece of Red Jade given to him by his master before.

For a moment, his heart wavered.

"Ancestor Master—"

He strenuously restrained himself, and was about to refuse again.

Lu Qingfeng did not give him a chance to speak, and pointed to a stack of fine gauze, "This is the 'Du E Immortal Robe', woven from Fire Silkworm Silk drawn from the fiery crevices beneath the thousand-mile glacier in the bitterly cold land near the Pole. When not in use, it is a stack of fine gauze, thinner than the wing of a cicada. When used, it envelops the entire body from head to toe in the form of a bell-shaped robe, like a piece of silvery white light cloud and light smoke. It appears clear and empty, as if there's nothing, yet can spontaneously engender Fierce Fire to guard against strange techniques and exotic treasures from other schools."

This Fire Silkworm Silk was not just any silk, but the material used to weave a brocade robe for the Six-winged when Lu Qingfeng wandered the Star Realm with Six-winged.

That brocade garment of Six-winged had long been tattered.

Lu Qingfeng returned to the Black Star Realm and specifically revisited the old places.

Of the hundreds of century-old, millennium-old Fire Silkworms in the fiery crevice at that time, there was even one that had evolved into a Ten Thousand Year Fire Silkworm, and the Ten Thousand Year Fire Silkworm Silk it produced was an even more invaluable treasure than the Primordial Magnetic Divine Iron.

Lu Qingfeng took it.

And wove another robe for the Golden Silkworm.

There were still some remnants, not enough for grand use.

So Lu Qingfeng added some first-rate Fire Silkworm Silk and wove three 'Du E Immortal Robes'.

Being an Artifact Refiner capable of refining Immortal Artifacts, although it was made casually, the 'Du E Immortal Robe', once completed, was also an Eighth Rank Magical Artifact.

Placed in the resource-scarce Little Ruoshui Realm, it was certainly a top-tier magic treasure.

It was far more exquisite than the shabby Flying Sword in Qin Fan's hands. However, that Flying Sword was a treasure with which Qin Fan had cultivated and linked his life, so it was not suitable to replace it. Thus, Lu Qingfeng simply bestowed a piece of Primordial Magnetic Divine Iron to repair it somewhat.

"Du E Immortal Robe?!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Fan stared at the stack of fine gauze again.

He had just noticed that this item was a supreme treasure far surpassing the 'Tianshu Sword,' but he had not expected it to be an unrivaled Immortal Robe in defense.

Should he be able to refine it, with one offensive and one defensive magic treasure in hand, his strength would improve by at least three to five grades.

His combat power would be immensely enhanced!

"Watch closely."

Seeing Qin Fan staring with eyes wide open, Lu Qingfeng couldn't help but smile.

Magic Mana surged from his fingertips and transformed that fine gauze into a long robe on the spot. The robe's style changed as desired, resembling silvery white clouds and mist.

Truly brimming with Immortal Energy.

"This—"

Zhang Yang had long known that these two treasures were extraordinary, and after listening to Lu Qingfeng, he became even more alarmed. He intended to decline on behalf of Qin Fan, but also feared offending his teacher.

Yet if he did not refuse, his teacher would surely regret it in the future.

He was caught in a dilemma.

"How fussy!"

Seeing Qin Fan looking at Zhang Yang and Zhang Yang's troubled face, Lu Qingfeng snorted lightly and with a flick of his big sleeve, pushed both the Primordial Magnetic Divine Iron and the Du E Immortal Robe into Qin Fan's arms, "No need to look at your master's face."

Seeing this, Zhang Yang dared not speak further and could only say to Qin Fan, "Since it is a gift from the Ancestor Master, you should accept it."

"Thank you, Ancestor Master!"

Qin Fan, overjoyed by the words, hurriedly bowed to Lu Qingfeng.

This time with much more sincerity.

"Not bad."

"Not bad."

Lu Qingfeng watched this grand-disciple amusingly and burst into hearty laughter.

…

Early morning.

The sky was faintly bright, and the disciples of Sea View Peak got up early and rushed to the Cloud Platform.

The disciples gathered in small groups, whispering and discussing in low voices.

"Coward!"

"Ungrateful!"

"How dare Lv Yuan cross swords with the senior brother?"

"Alas! Thinking back, when Lv Yuan just descended the mountain, he was but at the Sixth Layer of Qi Cultivation. In just two short years, he is now not even a match for the senior brother. It is truly—"

"What descend the mountain! That's defection!"

…

From time to time, voices filled with righteous indignation rang out, mixed with sighs, but all stealing glances towards a spot on the Cloud Platform.

At the forefront of the Cloud Platform, four disciples gathered.

Three men and one woman.

The woman was of average appearance, about in her twenties. The three male disciples were one old, one middle-aged, and one young.

Qiu Jin, the youngest and full of youthful vigor, said resentfully in a low voice, "Lv Yuan is truly worse than a beast. Initially, when he just joined the sect, it was the senior brother who personally taught him swordsmanship and Thunder Skill. It's unexpected that not only did he defect to the Great Victory Sect, he even dared to attack the senior brother, with such a ruthless hand!"

Qiu Jin gazed at Elder Brother Zhao Qi, whose hair had already turned grey. Seeing his wrinkled face so deathly pale like paper, he couldn't help but feel both angry and hateful.

His fists clenched tightly, wishing he could head down the mountain now and challenge that Lv Yuan.

"Great Victory Sect is truly arrogant!"

"Yesterday afternoon, as I and Elder Brother went down the mountain to procure supplies, Lv Yuan and a few disciples of the Great Victory Sect strutted through the town, mocking us. Elder Brother, driven by anger, drew his sword. Unexpectedly, Lv Yuan—"

Hong Tai, with a square-jawed face appearing to be in his thirties or forties, let out a long sigh.

He had accompanied Zhao Qi down the mountain yesterday and was privy to the entire ordeal.

Great Victory Sect's insult to Sea View Peak provoked Zhao Qi, who wished to duel with Great Victory Sect's Xi Ping using swords. To their surprise, Xi Ping baited Lv Yuan into stepping forward, resulting in a battle with Zhao Qi.

Lv Yuan is indeed among the recent prominent talents of Sea View Peak.

While at Sea View Peak, his swordsmanship and Thunder Skill were outstanding. After joining Great Victory Sect and undergoing two years of dedicated cultivation, his strength had further advanced, reaching the late stage of Qi Cultivation. His swordsmanship and Thunder Skill had greatly improved, surpassing his former teacher Zhao Qi.

In the end, it was unclear whether it was intentional or due to a failure to retract his sword in time, but one thrust pierced Zhao Qi's shoulder, inflicting a considerable injury.

Even after resting for a night, his complexion remained ashen.

It seems that it was not solely the injury that troubled him.

Perhaps what was truly unbearable for Zhao Qi was being defeated by the ingrate Lv Yuan.

"Enough."

"There is no need to concern ourselves with Lv Yuan's short-lived triumph; his intentions are not upright."

Among the four late stage Qi Cultivation disciples of Sea View Peak, the sole female, Bai Jing, spoke in a clear voice. Seeing Zhao Qi's complexion worsen, she quickly changed the subject, glancing around curiously, "That's strange. Normally at this time, Elder Zhao and Master would have already arrived. Why are they so late today?"

Speaking of the two Primordial Spirit Elders, the three's attention was diverted.

The population at Sea View Peak was sparse; every morning class, the two Primordial Spirit Elders would attend, leading disciples like Zhang Shu in cultivation.

Should they have spare time afterward, they would also offer their guidance and solve any doubtings.

Bai Jing was a disciple to one of the Primordial Spirit Elders, Zhang Shu.

Hong Tai and Qiu Jin were under the tutelage of the other Primordial Spirit Elder, Zhao Dahai.

As for Zhao Qi—

Zhao Dahai was his father.

"It is said that both ancestors have returned to the peak; perhaps they are delayed by some matter," Hong Tai conjectured.

Qiu Jin listened, his eyes lighting up, "Both ancestors have returned?! Then will we have the chance for the ancestors to teach us today?"

True Immortals are rarely seen even by their own disciples, akin to glimpsing a Divine Dragon's head without seeing its tail.

Occasionally, if they had the leisure, Zhang Yang and Qin Fan would indeed teach the disciples. But these disciples are of much lower rank, and having lessons from the two Primordial Spirit Elders Zhao Dahai and Zhang Shu was entirely sufficient. Thus, the number of times the ancestors held lectures could be counted on one hand.

"The ancestors giving a lecture?"

Bai Jing and Hong Tai were also stirred, looking towards Zhao Qi.

"I do not know."

Zhao Qi shook his head.

In the past few days, he had indeed seen his father Zhao Dahai and Aunt Zhang Shu often entering the Right Heart Hall, returning each time with glowing faces.

Clearly, the two ancestors had been imparting special teachings to Sea View Peak's only two Primordial Spirit Elders.

Whether this would extend to their Qi Cultivation disciples was an unknown.

Zhao Qi simply did not mention it.

"I see."

Qiu Jin felt somewhat disappointed but still held expectations. Although there was little difference between receiving teachings from the ancestors or their own master and grandmaster, the prospect of witnessing the demeanor of the legendary True Immortals was undeniably different.

As he pondered,

Suddenly, he saw auspicious clouds part the mist at the mountain peak, descending onto the Cloud Platform.

"They are here."

Qiu Jin's expression brightened, and he quickly counted, only to see five auspicious clouds, each bearing a figure.

His master Zhao Dahai and grandmaster Zhang Shu were both in the last row, but the person at the forefront was a young Daoist. Following the young Daoist were two figures; the one with white hair was easily recognized—

"It's the White-haired Ancestor!"

"And Elder Qin!"

"Eh?"

"Strange. What is the background of this young Daoist who has the honor of taking the central position?!"

Not only Qiu Jin,

On the Cloud Platform, more than ten disciples all saw five figures descend from the sky and their eyes widened with shock and excitement, yet puzzled by the identity of the young Daoist.

No one offered an explanation.

The disciples only saw the two Primordial Spirit Elders land on the Cloud Platform, leading everyone to bow and pay respects, addressing them as 'Ancestor Master'.

Then they took their seats at the very front.

Qiu Jin and the other disciples also sat down.

Atop the Cloud Platform, the young Daoist and the two Ancestors from their own sect each took their seats as well. Without many words, ethereal Xuan Music emanated from the young Daoist as he spoke, instantly drawing the Middle Disciples into a realm of Mysteriousness.

In a trance,

They felt the infinite mystery of swordsmanship and Thunder Skill flow to them, their minds filled with enlightenment without any more distractions.

Words bloomed like lotus flowers.

Earth Burst Golden Lotus sprouted forth.

Indeed, the teachings of a Great Power were extraordinary.

Each blooming Golden Lotus was a convergence of Spiritual Energy, brimming with all manners of mysteries. Rising from the earth and clouds, the flowers ascended to crown the disciples, disappearing upon touching their heads. In an instant, they felt invigorated, as if having consumed the legendary Ginsengfruit, their entire being cleansed.

Both Mana and body seemed to undergo a transformation.

The young Daoist continued to speak without cease.

Above their heads arose a Qing cloud, within which a Daoist manifested, brandishing a sword that called forth thunder, demonstrating the pinnacle of Sword Dao and Thunder Skill in the mortal realm.