Chapter 596

Chapter 596: I Can Still Be Saved

Master Qianling was thrilled. The reason he had sent such a lavish gift was precisely for this moment.

A Daoist spirit pearl appeared in Master Qianling’s hand, along with three jade slips.

"I knew it!" Xu Fan said, his face darkening as he realized he had been thoroughly set up.

"Whose idea was this?" Xu Fan asked casually.

"It had to be third brother. He said it’s better to give too much than too little, and told me to bring these along in case the Grand Elder might need them," Master Qianling said cheerfully.

He had three great joys in life: Star Ships, seeing the leader in a tough spot, and playing tricks on third brother.

"Ah, I see," Xu Fan nodded.

Though he had fallen for a small trick, the other party had genuinely brought valuable treasures and spirit ore. Xu Fan thought that as long as First Clone and Second Clone could handle it, the more the merrier.

As they spoke, three or four more streaks of light fell from the sky.

"When will these Flowing Light Immortal Jades stop?" Xu Fan said, exasperated.

The Flowing Light Immortal Jade had a peculiar rule: when it fell near you, you would inevitably catch it with your hand, which was seriously disrupting Second Clone’s work on the Star Ship.

"Unless something unexpected happens, there should be a total of 108 Flowing Light Immortal Jades. After that, there usually won’t be any more," Master Qianling said.

"How do you know this so well?" Xu Fan asked curiously.

"When our leader advanced to the invincible realm, he also received this many Flowing Light Immortal Jades. They’re still stored in the sect’s treasury."

"This is an unspoken secret among invincible respected elders."

"So, the prerequisite for an elder to be ranked among the higher-ranked elders by the Elder Council is to possess 108 Flowing Light Immortal Jades," Master Qianling said with a smile.

"Is that so? It seems there’s still some time to go," Xu Fan said.

"This is quite an advanced method of recruiting elites; they know how to promote in advance and even offer some incentives," Xu Fan said with a smile.

"That’s not all! Once the Grand Elder crafts the first celestial tool, those desperate for talent from the Upper World will find ways to sneak into this realm to recruit the Grand Elder," Master Qianling added.

"Will they try to force me to join their forces?" Xu Fan asked.

"Not really; the Heavenly Dao won’t allow it. Their clones that descend will eventually dissipate in the cultivation world."

"You can choose to join or not, but any memories related to that cannot be taken back," Master Qianling reassured Xu Fan.

Xu Fan nodded, realizing that learning never stops; today, he had gained another piece of knowledge.

"Thank you for your guidance, Respected Elder," Xu Fan said politely.

"These are just common pieces of information, not worth mentioning," Master Qianling waved his hand and chuckled.

"Respected Elder, after one hundred years, when you come to get the first celestial tool, who will you craft it for first?" Xu Fan asked.

"Of course…" Master Qianling paused.

"The leader."

As if he had made a monumental decision, Master Qianling finally spoke.

Xu Fan nodded, indicating that he understood.

Then, Spirit Cut arrived at the guest hall and had a friendly conversation with Master Qianling. After all, they had spent some time together in the past.

The classic Star Ship flapped its transparent wings, floating upwards like feathers in a gentle breeze, eventually disappearing into the horizon.

At that moment, Xu Fan turned around and saw several streaks of light crossing the sky.

“This should be the last batch,” Xu Fan remarked as he watched the lights.

“Why did Second Clone receive the Flowing Light Immortal Jade first?” Spirit Cut asked in confusion.

“I’m not really sure,” Xu Fan shrugged.

………..

Hundreds of thousands of miles outside Lin Sen Fairy City, a team of cultivators carefully approached the fairy city.

“Senior Brother, don’t you feel that the closer we get to the fairy city, the fewer beast race we encounter?” a girl in a blue robe asked.

The man called Senior Brother looked weary.

Hearing the girl’s words, he nodded and said, “If nothing unexpected happens, Lin Sen Fairy City hasn’t been breached by the beast race yet.”

“There should be powerful respected elders stationed there. Once we reach the fairy city, I hope we can settle down and fulfill our master’s wishes to establish the sect.”

Senior Brother’s gaze was resolute, as if this task were the only meaning in his life.

“If the map is correct, we are still 140,000 miles away from Lin Sen Fairy City,” a chubby cultivator weighing at least 200 pounds said.

“With no beast race around, let’s hurry and make our way, aiming to reach Lin Sen Fairy City as soon as possible,” Senior Brother encouraged everyone.

Just then, a youthful boy ran over, his face showing eagerness.

“Uncle Master, my father is about to pass away. Please come see him one last time.”

Tears filled the boy’s eyes, and his sorrowful voice made everyone look on with compassion.

Senior Brother walked with the boy to the back of the team, looking at the cultivator lying on the stretcher and quietly saying, “You can go in peace; I will take care of Feng.”

“Thank you,” said the weak cultivator on the stretcher.

“I never expected to fall here after all the trials we’ve faced.”

A thin green line stretched from the cultivator’s heart to his brow.

By now, many people had gathered around the stretcher.

Tears welled up in their eyes as they gazed at the injured cultivator, and a boy cried nearby.

“If I had saved that one pill back then, third senior brother wouldn’t have to die now,” a female cultivator wept.

“My fate has come, but it’s a pity I won’t see you all enter the fairy city,” the cultivator spoke as the green line stretched to his neck.

Once that green line reached his brow, the toxin trapped in his heart would burst forth entirely.

As everyone showed their sorrow, a strange voice suddenly rang out.

“The communication artifact has received a signal.”

A man’s voice echoed from afar.

At this point, several cultivators’ communication artifacts began to receive messages one after another.

Suddenly, hope shone in Senior Brother’s eyes.

“Who has acquaintances in Lin Sen Fairy City?!” Senior Brother shouted excitedly.

“I have a cousin who works as a vice president in a business association in Lin Sen Fairy City,” a man’s voice replied.

“Contact him immediately and promise him 1,000 top-grade spirit stones to quickly purchase a high-quality Healing and Detoxification Spirit Pill and send it over!”

“And everyone else, contact your acquaintances!”

At this moment, Senior Brother seemed to have grabbed a lifeline.

A flicker of hope ignited in the eyes of the cultivator lying on the stretcher.

“Send me spiritual energy; I can hold on for three more days.”

The injured cultivator, along with the boy beside him, immediately began to desperately channel spiritual energy into the cultivator.

Just then, several Transformation Stage puppets flew into the sky.

“Data personnel not detected; please input information,” the leading puppet said as it faced the crowd.

“Name, sect, origin, purpose, and any guarantees within this county?”

“I have an injured cultivator; can I first purchase a high-quality Healing and Detoxification Spirit Pill?” Senior Brother, in a state of urgency, asked the puppets.