Chapter 93

Chapter 93: The Arrogant Immortal Sect

Inside the room, Zhou Luo sat cross-legged on a prayer mat and took out the Fire Spirit Ring.

Since Wang Yu Wei had said this ring could assist cultivation, he decided to test how effective it actually was.

As he held the ring, a slight thought caused the originally small ring to grow larger; magical artifacts like this had an automatic size-adjusting function.

After it roughly matched his ring finger’s size, Zhou Luo put it on.

As soon as he wore it, the ruby glowed faintly, and a warm current poured through his skin into his meridians.

The previously calm meridians suddenly grew agitated, with a few thin strands of spiritual energy slowly injecting and appearing within.

"It can absorb on its own?" Zhou Luo was startled.

Could this Fire Spirit Ring really absorb spiritual energy on its own and inject it into the meridians?

Did that mean he could absorb spiritual energy constantly?

Although the absorption rate and amount were rather low, it was still better than nothing.

For a moment, Zhou Luo felt exhilarated.

As expected of a top-level first-level magical artifact, its function was quite impressive.

After that, Zhou Luo began practicing the Spirit Gathering Technique.

As the technique operated, the surrounding spiritual energy started gathering, and the Fire Spirit Ring on his ring finger emitted a red light at that instant.

The red light shone brightly, making the walls appear draped in a red curtain; the formerly white spiritual energy now had color.

Generally, spiritual roots had no attributes, so absorbed spiritual energy was always white and transparent.

When others used spiritual energy, phenomena like red light, green light, or blue light arose from differences in their cultivation techniques.

Currently, Zhou Luo had never practiced such techniques, yet his spiritual energy appeared red.

Clearly, this was the Fire Spirit Ring’s doing.

Fiery red spiritual energy kept pouring into his body like converging rivers, bringing a vast and powerful force.

Under this force, that spiritual energy began circulating through the meridians for a full cycle and eventually gathered at the Qi sea in his dantian.

This time, the gathered spiritual energy was much more abundant than during the day.

Wang Yu Wei hadn’t lied; this Fire Spirit Ring provided great benefits for cultivation.

With the help of this top-level first-level spiritual treasure, he figured cultivating here for a year could raise him to the fourth level of Qi Refinement.

After all, the concentration of spiritual energy in the Immortal Sect far exceeded that of his family; even the outermost peak here rivaled the core area of his family’s Cave Paradise.

Zhou Luo couldn’t imagine how fast cultivation could be on the central spiritual vein.

…

After a full night of cultivation, Zhou Luo felt not at all fatigued but instead rejuvenated.

Nourished by pure spiritual energy, he felt his whole body brimming with power, so he got up and stretched his muscles.

"Everyone, come out immediately!"

Just then, a steady, rich voice suddenly rang out and entered the room.

Zhou Luo’s expression showed slight surprise as he looked incredulously at the soundproof symbols on the wall.

The spiritual symbols, originally glowing faintly, instantly dimmed and temporarily lost their effectiveness.

Good heavens, directly ignoring the spiritual symbols’ effects.

This was likely a Foundation Establishment strong person.

He quickly stepped out of the room.

Opening the door, apart from Lin Xin who looked equally astonished, the other eight people appeared rather unfazed.

Once outside, Zhou Luo saw the Foundation Establishment strong person who had spoken.

It was a middle-aged man standing with his hands clasped behind his back, his brows revealing an extraordinary aura.

The man seemed relaxed, with deep and steady eyes that seemed capable of seeing through all things in the world. His every movement exuded composed restraint while maintaining an air of scholarly grace.

The man’s demeanor differed from what Zhou Luo had imagined.

Shouldn’t such a formidable figure radiate intimidating majesty and emanate an overwhelming presence?

Quickly, Zhou Luo understood.

In a clan setting, it might indeed have been the case.

But in an Immortal Sect where Golden Core cultivators were everywhere and Foundation Establishment cultivators as common as dogs, such characters were hardly imposing—hence most tended to be modest and low-key.

Even so, none of the ten dared show the slightest disrespect.

They approached with respectful appearance and humble posture.

The middle-aged man swept his gaze over them and smiled. "Starting today, each of you will receive daily assignments. You know the rules for incomplete work, correct?"

The man’s name was Zheng Ting Tao, the youngest disciple of Elder Liu and their primary supervisor.

"We understand," the ten responded in unison.

"Good. Now come forward in the order I call your names to receive your jade slips," said Zheng Ting Tao, producing a booklet.

He then began reciting the names one by one.

Everyone stepped forward to take their daily "assignment".

Zhou Luo received his own jade slip.

Opening it, he found it contained hundreds of potion recipes, all for first-level potions.

"The first day is simply to gauge your aptitude. Therefore, for today’s assignment, you may choose any recipe freely—prepare any potion you excel at!"

"The alchemy rooms are in the rear. Before sunset, I hope to see your results." After stating this impassively, Zheng Ting Tao turned and departed.

The others hurried toward the alchemy rooms without delay.

Zhou Luo followed as well.

The ten alchemy rooms matched their living quarters’ arrangement, so his and Lin Xin’s were adjacent.

Zhou Luo originally intended to greet this Third Young Lady, but she ignored him entirely.

"Is she still resentful about yesterday?" Zhou Luo sighed inwardly.

What he didn’t know was that Lin Xin hadn’t ignored him due to the interrupted bath incident. Instead, it was because last night she’d failed to extract any details about their conversation from her close companion—instilling a sudden fear that her friend had been won over. Naturally, she felt no goodwill toward the perceived culprit.

Pushing aside further thoughts, Zhou Luo opened the alchemy room door to find a vast interior.

At its center stood a massive Purple Gold furnace for alchemy, its surface engraved with cloud patterns and emanating a faint glow—clearly no ordinary object.

Zhou Luo suspected it was a magical artifact.

Unlike ordinary furnaces, a magical artifact furnace provided significant aid in alchemy.

After all, materials, the furnace, and flame were inseparable in potion-making.

The higher its rank, the more powerful and abundant the functions a furnace possessed.

Some rumored furnaces could even gain sentience and brew potions autonomously, requiring minimal oversight from the Pill Master.

Such furnaces existed only in legends. Zhou Luo wondered if he’d ever encounter one in his lifetime.

Apart from the furnace, what stunned Zhou Luo most was the giant cabinet on the far wall.

Extremely long, it stretched across both side walls, occupying three surfaces entirely.

Its interior was compartmentalized into countless sections, each labeled with detailed information about the stored materials.

His surprise came from observing that these sections didn’t contain raw materials, but small storage bags—numerous storage bags.

He strode quickly to the cabinet, picked up a storage bag at random, and opened it.

Within several cubic meters of space lay mountains of herbs.

Zhou Luo took a deep breath. This Immortal Sect was indeed absurdly extravagant, treating first-level herbs with such disdain—freely stocking them here in storage bags.

He briefly harbored the impulse to grab these bags and flee.

But since they were left here so casually, likely no theft was anticipated.

After browsing further, Zhou Luo found the herb inventory overwhelmingly comprehensive—virtually everything required was present.

Here, herbs were far more abundant than outside.

Though none could be taken, a top-level first-level Pill Master like himself could transform these into infinite elixirs and miraculous potions.

Once, even a skilled Pill Master couldn’t forge iron without firewood…

Now, the forgewood lay before him!