Tao Weng was one of the nine elders of Changliu. Although he was not a Shangxian, his seniority was extremely high. If he were to dig deeper, even Sect Leader Yan Dao would have to call him Senior Brother. This old man was in charge of teaching his disciples the history, the Four Books and Five Classics, and other ancient books. According to the words on Earth, the three venerables and the others who taught magic and sword arts were professional teachers, while Old Tao was considered a cultural teacher.
Ling Xiao really didn't care about the lessons. He would focus on the interesting parts of the lesson and focus on the boring parts to study the Dao of the Mind Sword. Seeing that he was still serious, Tao Weng did not try to trip him up.
Ling Xiao's days passed just like that. Occasionally, there would be disciples who came to provoke him, but they were all dismissed by him. After that, no one dared to provoke him anymore.
Time passed in cultivation. In the blink of an eye, Ling Xiao had already arrived in Changliu for 10 years. In these 10 years, he had cultivated from the Return Realm to the Soaring Realm. He was only one step away from becoming a Human Immortal and cultivating an Immortal Body.
His greatest gain was the Sovereign Heart Sword. In the past ten years, he had spent a few hours every day to comprehend and practice the Sovereign Heart Sword. He had long surpassed the realm of winning without a move. Now, he could defeat Luo Shiyi with his True Martial Sword. Luo Shiyi was no match for Ling Xiao in terms of swordsmanship cultivation. Of course, if Luo Shiyi were to use his Immortal Fei Tian's cultivation to suppress Ling Xiao, Ling Xiao would not be able to withstand three of his moves.
However, this was still a huge improvement. Luo Shiyi's sword cultivation was ranked in the top 100 among the 8000 disciples of Changliu, which showed how powerful Ling Xiao was.
Of course, the happiest one was Moyan. His disciple had won glory, so he, as his master, naturally had face. It was also because of this that Moyan's attitude towards Ling Xiao became more cordial, which made the other disciples even more jealous.
Ling Xiao naturally did not care about those disciples. Ever since he comprehended the Sovereign Heart Sword, obtained the True Martial Sword, and learned the True Martial Strategy, he was destined to be on a different path from them.
He wanted to be the number one in the six universes, and he wanted to be the fourth in the Eternal Residence!
In the past ten years, he had not only grown in his paths, skills, and divine arts, but also his mental state. Originally, he only wanted to be alone and free after becoming stronger. However, after ten years of ups and downs, he felt that becoming a person with high status and power might not be a bad thing, although it might delay his cultivation. However, he cultivated the Sovereign Heart Sword and focused on cultivating his heart. He was not afraid of being misled by worldly matters.
"Oh…"
After another round of Qi Refinement, Ling Xiao's cultivation had reached the peak of ascension. Once his state of mind was mature, he would naturally become an immortal.
However, in the path of cultivation, if one did not advance, one would retreat. Ling Xiao had been like this every day for the past ten years and was already used to it.
After getting off the bed, Ling Xiao changed into a new set of clothes and washed up. Carrying two jars of home-brewed Hundred Flowers Drunken Wine, he left the Greed Palace Hall. Disciples like him who were about to attain immortality had long lost their homework. The sect rules were like this. As long as a disciple was about to attain immortality, they would be completely relaxed. It would allow the disciple to relax their mental state and be able to successfully break through.
As a result, his beloved little martial uncle, the long-term Confucian Venerable Sheng Xiaomo, often dragged him to the Little Soul Hall to drink and talk, brag, and tell dirty jokes.
Although Sheng Xiaomo was an exalted immortal, he didn't put on airs. His two disciples, Huo Xi and Yu Jingluo, were often disrespectful to him and played around with him. Even if they slapped Mo Yan's face, Sheng Xiaomo would not punish them. If Ling Xiao had slapped Mo Yan's face, he would have been locked up in the forbidden area to reflect on his mistakes for a hundred years.
Sheng Xiaomo's personality was like a Confucian scholar, with a hint of playing around.
Ling Xiao liked this feeling very much, so he often took the initiative to go to Little Soul Hall to drink. The only thing that made him unhappy was that the wine in Hua Qiangu's world was tasteless. Even though Changliu was a large cultivation sect, the wine brewed only had some spiritual energy.
Firstly, he didn't like it, and secondly, he was too embarrassed to drink other people's food. Ling Xiao begged Mo Yan to take him to see the Supreme Immortal Zixun who was in charge of the Buyuan Cauldron. He asked for an immortal cauldron on the pretext of learning alchemy.
To be honest, Exalted Immortal Zixun was indeed a peerless beauty. At the very least, she was much more beautiful than those so-called beauties on Earth. Moreover, the fragrance and aura on her body could be considered top-grade.
If such a beauty liked him, Ling Xiao would probably be overjoyed. However, his Third Martial Uncle, Bai Zihua, refused to accept the purple smoke. In the end, he even fell in love with a 15 or 16-year-old girl who had yet to grow up. Ling Xiao couldn't help but secretly admire his amazing writing skills. At the same time, he was also thinking about Hua Qiangu. He wanted to see how beautiful the little girl was.
After obtaining the Immortal Cauldron, Ling Xiao gathered a large number of immortal flower petals and brewed a jar of Hundred Flowers Wine with the help of the Everlasting Spiritual Water. Of course, the taste of this hundred flowers brew was only slightly better than the Changliu wine. In order to improve the quality of the wine. Ling Xiao borrowed the wine-brewing techniques he had secretly learned in the past to find materials to build a stove and create some utensils specifically for the purpose of retorting.
The Hundred Flowers Wine brewed from the immortal flower spirit water was already extraordinary. After it was distilled, the taste was even more superb. Ling Xiao had drunk countless good wines back on Earth. Even the hundred-year-old Sticky Daughter 'er Wine had tasted a few mouthfuls, but none of them could compare to half the taste of this hundred flowers brew.
When he brought the Hundred Flowers Brew to Sheng Xiaomo, he had only taken a sip, but Sheng Xiaomo had completely fallen in love with the Hundred Flowers Brew and kept pestering Ling Xiao for wine.
However, Ling Xiao was one person after all, and his abilities were limited. Although the Hundred Flowers Brew's alcohol content was high, Sheng Xiaomo was a Shangxian after all. How could he get drunk with the body of a Golden Immortal? Every time he sent a jar over, it would be instantly emptied. In the end, Ling Xiao had no choice but to spend a month without rest and sleep brewing 10,000 catties of Hundred Flower Wine, which he buried under the Greed Palace. He only took it out every time he drank it.
He had promised Sheng Xiaomo a jar every seven days, so he had brought two jars to Little Soul Hall to ask Sheng Xiaomo for help.
In ten years, Ling Xiao had reached the peak of ascension, but there was no further improvement. Therefore, he really wanted to go down the mountain to gain some experience. However, Moyan treated him like a baby, afraid that he would get hurt and lose his life.
Even though he could still attain an immortal body if he continued to cultivate on the mountain. However, Ling Xiao, who had mastered the Sovereign Heart Sword, naturally did not want to be so restrained. However, his master was too stubborn. Even though Third Senior Uncle Bai Zihua was a Supreme and had a higher status than Moyan, he did not care about anything and had a cold personality. Therefore, he could only ask Sheng Xiaomo, who he had the best relationship with, to talk to him.
Although Sheng Xiaomo didn't have the proper appearance of an elder, he was still Changliu Shangxian, a respected Confucian. He was waiting for him to send a word and approve Ling Xiao's descent. Even if Moyan objected, it was too late.
Along the way, Ling Xiao thought of an excuse and finally arrived at Little Soul Hall.
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