After everyone took a short rest in Yong'an City, they got up and headed back to the Thunder Sect.
Yan Chu is happy outside these days, but the group of immortal cultivators gathered in Xinghua Village are suffering. If Yan Chu doesn't go back, their wallets will be emptied by Village Chief Li.
Hearing that Yan Chu and the others were leaving not long after they arrived, Mu Xuzong not only shed tears.
When Mu Qingqian saw her father crying, she couldn't help but feel a little sad: "Dad, why are you crying? We are in Xinghua Village. If you miss me, I will come back to see you at any time."
"I'm not crying about this," Mu Xu Zong said sadly, "You guys didn't stay for a while and then left. Could it be that Head Yan brought you back to beat me up sincerely?"
Mu Qingqian: "..."
Yan Chu said angrily: "How could you, City Master Mu, think so! Isn't the ninth-grade elixir I saved you valuable???"
Mu Xu Zong: "Do you think I want to take the ninth-grade elixir???"
Seeing the two people quarreling with red faces, everyone couldn't help laughing.
Xiao Keqing urged: "Master, we have to go back quickly."
"Okay, let's go now!"
Yan Chu threw out the Moying Sword, and the sword flew up, waving to the others: "Don't cry so much, let's go!"
Everyone also used sword control skills and flew into the sky.
This time I returned to the mountain gate, but it was not so easy to come out, because the new semester has begun, and everyone has to enter the stage of crazy cultivation and study.
After all, the spiritual energy in the mountain gate is rich. Although you can travel around the rivers and understand life outside, practicing in the mountain gate is ten times more efficient!
Yan Chu heard that Mo Yanli, who had no cultivation at all, had been in seclusion this summer, and his level was actually about to catch up with Johnson and his group of elite disciples, reaching the level of the Golden Core Realm!
As a result, everyone was even more eager to return to the mountain gate.
…
Outside Xinghua Village, many immortal cultivators who wanted to meet the Emperor Master had lost their original enthusiasm and were all resting in the village like wooden figures.
"Peanut and melon seed mineral water! Do you want a small bench for drinks and fast food?"
Li Yuanfang still worked tirelessly to bring goods to the village, but the business in the past two days was obviously not as good as before.
Everyone also knew that Li Yuanfang was a disciple of the Thunder Sect, and they respected him very much at first, but after getting to know each other over the past few days, there was no longer such a big sense of distance.
Someone pulled Li Yuanfang and asked, "When will your leader show up? Didn't I hear that he has returned to the mountain gate?"
Li Yuanfang coughed twice, and then whispered: "Our leader is sick!"
"...Are you always so arrogant in the mountain gate?"
"Bah, bah, bah, what are you talking about? Our leader is really sick!" Li Yuanfang said, "Our leader has procrastination, difficulty getting out of bed, difficulty choosing, and claustrophobia..."
"The Imperial Master has suffered from so many illnesses. Is he okay?"
Those cultivators had never heard of these diseases at all, and thought they were incurable terminal illnesses!
Li Yuanfang sighed: "It's not good. The leader has been bedridden since he returned to the mountain gate!"
What he said is correct. The clone arranged by Yan Chu has been following his true intention these days and sleeping in the mountain gate...
The immortal cultivators were shocked: "Isn't Yao Buting Yao Lao also in the mountain gate? He is an immortal alchemist. Have you seen him?"
"Yao Lao is also helpless with the leader!" Li Yuanfang said.
He wasn't lying. Not even Yao Buting could wake Yan Chu's clone up from the bed.
The leader once said: You can never wake up a person who is pretending to sleep.
This sentence also applies to the master's clone: you can never wake up a master's clone who is pretending to sleep.
"Then... when can we see the Emperor Master?" the immortal cultivators asked nervously.
Li Yuanfang thought for a while, pointed to the sky, and then said meaningfully: "We have to wait for him to 'come back'."
What he meant was that he had to wait until the master's real body came back, but he didn't want to tell everyone that the person in the mountain gate was the master's clone, so he could only give such a "cryptic" answer.
However, when these words fall into everyone's ears, the effect is completely different...
"Brother, what do you mean by what that kid Li Yuanfang said?"
"Don't you understand yet? The Emperor is extremely ill and bedridden. If we want to see the Emperor, we have to wait until he returns to his glory!"
"Isn't it? The Imperial Master is so fragile?"
"You are fragile, you are a yo-yo. The Imperial Master of the Thunder Sect has educated four preparatory emperor sages. Is this called weak? And three days ago, the fifth preparatory emperor sage also appeared. The emperor's master used his lifelong cultivation. , create another god for our Dongze Kingdom!"
"Senior brother is indeed very smart, and he guessed everything!"
Ever since, rumors slowly began to spread in Xinghua Village...
"The latest news, I'm only telling you one person, you must not tell anyone else! The emperor's master is sick, and it's terminal. Yao Lao is helpless after seeing it!"
"Excuse me, the Emperor's Master and Yao Lao have an incurable disease, and they are already terminally ill!"
"Big news! The Imperial Master just died! I heard it from a disciple of the Jinglei Sect!"
"Huh? Why did I hear that the Imperial Master has broken through to the legendary realm that is even more powerful than the immortals - the divine realm??"
"That must be gossip of yours!"
"Yours is the gossip!"
"Damn it, why don't we have a fight, and whoever wins will have his say!"
"I'll beat whoever I'm afraid of. I'm going to beat the shit out of you today. Then I'll beat you with your shit, and then I'll beat you into the shit!"
"Bah, bah, bah, the words of a cultivator of immortality can be so vulgar, my old mother Diului!"
…
Yan Chu and his party flew to the sky above Xinghua Village. Seeing the long-lost Xinghua Forest, Yan Chu felt a burst of emotion in his heart.
I, Yan Chu, am finally back! !
Fellow Taoists, please quickly hold a welcome ceremony, my master is back! ! !
However, Yan Chu discovered that the immortal cultivators in Xinghua Village were all fighting for some reason!
Not the kind of flirting kind of beating, but the kind of beating that costs one's life!
Li Zeyang's eyelids also jumped wildly: "I'll go, Master Fenghuo and Taoist Xieyue have all lost their hair, Tuoluo Sect and Cuiyu Sect are still fighting in groups, Qinghong Fairy and Fire Fox Fairy fought the hardest, their bellybands were pulled out Yeah! Huh? Why did you start taking off your skirt!"
"Where?" Yan Chu asked.
The disciples looked at Yan Chu with strange eyes. Yan Chu coughed twice and explained:
"We are all cultivators of immortality. How can we fight like gangsters in the market, especially female Taoist friends? I care about their image and don't want them to embarrass us cultivators of immortality! Zeyang, please give me a quick answer. Please point me in the direction, and I will personally stop them!"
(End of chapter)