Xiuxian: Start with the medicine boy

Chapter 1742 Presenting a Gift, Departure!

For a while.

The Nascent Soul stage monsters exchanged glances and glances.

Wei Zhenjun watched coldly from the sidelines, inwardly sneering and showing utter disdain.

He had already seen through it all; these people were clearly in cahoots, using his Ancient Sword Sect as pawns to test Cheng Buzheng's true strength.

Therefore, he naturally won't be the first to stick his neck out again.

Just then...

Cheng Buzheng's voice rang out again, his tone still calm, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"how?

Are you all hesitant to enter the White Cloud Sect because you think its requirements are too high?

Upon hearing this, the triangular-eyed old man quickly tried to smooth things over:

"Oh dear, Brother Cheng, what are you saying!"

"It is our great honor to have the opportunity to visit Baiyun Gate; how could we dare refuse?"

With that, he took the lead and, steeling himself, stepped onto the rainbow bridge.

after all!

It would be far too easy for a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator to control them.

Cheng Buzheng stood at the end of the Rainbow Bridge, hands behind his back, watching a group of Nascent Soul stage monsters file in. His gaze calmly swept over them as he slowly said:

"Fellow Daoists, please follow me inside."

After giving them a taste of their own medicine...

Cheng Buzheng also stepped into the misty mountain gate.

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Baiyun Gate, main hall.

Inside the majestic hall, cloud-patterned stone pillars stand tall, and the dome hangs high, painted with ancient paintings of flowing clouds and cranes.

A faint spiritual aura, like mist, flowed silently between the driftwood chairs.

At this moment, a group of Nascent Soul cultivators, who usually commanded respect and remained in seclusion, were sitting in their seats.

Their faces were calm, their eyes like ancient wells, as if they breathed in harmony with heaven and earth. But if anyone could glimpse the depths of their nascent souls, they would surely sense the unease and palpitations that were almost solidified.

Their lives now rest on the decision of just one person—

It was Cheng Buzheng, sitting calmly on the high throne, his blue robes billowing.

same.

Cheng Buzheng seemed to sense the silent unease spreading through the hall and the deep anxiety in the hearts of the Nascent Soul stage monsters.

His gaze lowered slightly, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips, and his tone softened as he spoke:

"I am well aware of the purpose of your visit, fellow Daoists..."

The voice has not fallen,

The old monster with triangular eyes suddenly stood up, bowed deeply, and lowered his head, his posture extremely humble, as if afraid that Cheng Buzheng would suddenly attack.

So he wanted to try one last time before Cheng Buzheng tore off the last veil of pretense.

At this moment, a fine layer of cold sweat beaded on his forehead. He didn't dare to look Cheng Buzheng in the eye, but he still forced himself to speak.

His voice even trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

"Brother Dao, please don't misunderstand!"

We were just about to discuss the Dao when we learned of your great prowess, and that's why we've come to offer our congratulations.

I have absolutely no other intentions!

I hope my fellow Daoist will understand.

As soon as he finished speaking, the other Nascent Soul cultivators seemed to wake from a dream, and they all stood up to echo him, their tone urgent:

"That's exactly right!"

"Brother Dao, please don't misunderstand, we just happened to meet."

I had absolutely no intention of plotting against you, fellow Daoist.

"good!

We have come here truly to congratulate you, fellow Daoist; we have absolutely no ill intentions.

"It is extremely..."

Even Wei Laoguai of the Ancient Sword Sect, who had been tacitly "sacrificed" by everyone not long ago, was now meek and silent.

Although he still harbored resentment, he also understood—

Now is not the time for internal strife.

Especially given the current unclear situation, sabotaging the effort at this time would undoubtedly be tantamount to cutting off one's own path to survival.

See this scene.

Sitting upright on the throne, Cheng Buzheng's gaze swept across the room, taking in everyone's thoughts.

'It seems that forcibly inviting them into the White Cloud Sect has truly frightened these old monsters…'

He felt a slight stirring in his heart, but he also understood.

On the path of cultivation, one must defy fate and fight against destiny; who wouldn't cherish their life?

If he were in Cheng Buzheng's shoes, and he fell into the control of others, it would be hard not to feel fear.

He certainly wouldn't look down on these people because of that.

Of course, he understood that all these old monsters in front of him were terrified, but that was just a facade.

Those who can survive amidst seas of blood and mountains of corpses, amidst deceit and treachery, would be utterly vulnerable if truly driven to the brink of despair...

They also certainly don't lack the courage to fight to the death.

Cheng Buzheng saw this very clearly.

Baiyunmen needs to continue, and it needs to remain stable and low-key.

Now that the goal of establishing authority has been achieved, it's time to change the attitude.

Think of this.

Cheng Buzheng was also prepared to give them a way out.

"I am overjoyed that fellow Daoists have come to offer their congratulations, so how could there be any misunderstanding?"

While talking.

Cheng Buzheng's tone became increasingly gentle, as if he were chatting casually with an old friend, carrying a sense of ease.

Upon hearing this, the perceptive Nascent Soul cultivator immediately noticed the change in Cheng Buzheng's attitude.

Although they weren't completely at ease, they did relax a little.

However, no one would be so naive as to think that this newly promoted late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was truly unaware of their previous crude tricks.

It's just that they don't want to point it out, leaving room for maneuver.

The next moment, an elderly man dressed in a black Taoist robe with a flowing beard stepped forward first, his tone slightly probing as he spoke:

"Brother Dao's breakthrough is truly a fortunate event for us."

This is a small token of my appreciation that I received by chance; please accept it with a smile.

As he spoke, this extremely sensible Nascent Soul old monster suppressed his reluctance and took out a pure white jade box covered with runes.

Then, with a gentle push...

The jade box, floating in mid-air and covered with intricate patterns, steadily drifted to the front of the throne on the high platform.

See this.

Cheng Buzheng's gaze pierced through the seal on the jade box with a single glance:

Inside, a silvery-glowing, dragon-like Ganoderma lucidum lay quietly, its medicinal fragrance sealed away.

But the surging silver light and the faint dragon-shaped phantom already revealed its extraordinary nature.

Not bad.

This Ganoderma lucidum is the extremely rare [Silver Dragon Wood Ganoderma].

Among rare and precious items, it belongs to the top-grade first class.

Although it's of little use to Cheng Buzheng now...

But for a Nascent Soul cultivator, it is absolutely a treasure.

Especially for cultivators in the early stages of the Nascent Soul realm, this is a sacred medicine for breaking through their cultivation level.

It is also very beneficial to those in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

The other party's generous gift demonstrates their sincerity.

Or rather, their desire to "buy their lives" is quite strong.

of course!

Cheng Buzheng also knew what this Nascent Soul old monster meant by taking out such a treasure.

On the surface, it was a congratulatory gift, but in reality, it was used to express an apology.

If he doesn't accept it, it will make people uneasy.

therefore.

For the sake of the other party's physical and mental health, Cheng Buzheng had no choice but to accept it.

He then flicked his sleeve, and the jade box vanished instantly, stored in his storage magic treasure.

The movements were fluid and natural, as if they were meant to be.

At this moment, Cheng Buzheng's gaze towards the old Taoist priest held a more genuine smile:

"Since you are so kind as to accept my invitation, I will gladly do so."

Seeing this, the old Taoist priest, though heartbroken, appeared relieved and quickly said in a righteous and stern tone:

"Of course!"

Brother Dao's breakthrough to the late Nascent Soul stage is truly a blessing for the cultivation world of our six kingdoms.

From now on, the peace and tranquility of the six kingdoms and the subjugation of demons will depend on your continued efforts!

Although the Nascent Soul cultivator looked magnanimous and righteous, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was now mostly at ease.

The many Nascent Soul stage monsters who were watching all this also showed less unease in the depths of their eyes.

the other side.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Buzheng's lips curled into a smile as if he were overjoyed, but his face betrayed a sense of shame and humility, and his tone remained modest:

"Fellow Daoist, you flatter me. The safety of the cultivation world in the six kingdoms still needs our joint efforts to protect it."

"I alone cannot shoulder such a heavy responsibility."

The old Taoist priest, observing Cheng Buzheng's relaxed expression and good mood, quickly pretended to be extremely anxious and seized the opportunity to speak:

"To be honest..."

There is still a furnace of 'Five Qi Gathering Pills' about to be opened in the lower cave. Time is of the essence, and I need to rush back to take care of it. I'm afraid I must take my leave now.

I hope you won't take offense, fellow Daoist.

As soon as he finished speaking, all the Nascent Soul cultivators in the hall focused their attention on Cheng Buzheng once again.

Everyone knows that this is a test, and also a real question of survival.

If Cheng doesn't agree, losing money today can avert disaster;

If he doesn't agree...

It seems unlikely that things will end well today.

They will also face the danger of falling.

At this moment, even the usually quiet Wei Laoguai of the Ancient Sword Sect looked at Cheng Buzheng with a hint of unease in his eyes.

But how sharp were Cheng Buzheng's six senses as he sat on the throne?

Even if this body is merely a Dharma body, it is still a cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage.

The level of sensitivity of the six senses has already undergone a qualitative change.

Even if these Nascent Soul cultivators' gazes were subtle, all the subtle changes in the expressions of the cultivators were reflected as clearly as if in a mirror.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

'I've been so kind and gentle, yet you still don't trust me?'

Don't you believe in my character at all?

Whatever...

Since you insist on giving it to me, I will not refuse.

So he smiled and looked at the old monster who looked anxious, and nodded slightly:

"A single batch of 'Five Qi Gathering Origin Pills' is quite valuable, especially the main ingredient, which is extremely rare."

Then I can no longer persuade you to stay.

Please make yourself at home, fellow Daoist.

Upon hearing this, the old Taoist was overjoyed and immediately cupped his hands in a fist salute, saying:

"Thank you for your understanding, fellow Daoist!"

Fellow Daoists, I shall take my leave now!

If you all have free time in the future, I will certainly treat you to a grand reception.

Before he could finish speaking, Old Monster Chiyun turned around and strode out of the main hall without waiting for the other Nascent Soul stage monsters to react.

As soon as it stepped out of the palace gate, it transformed into a streak of light and soared into the sky, disappearing into the clouds in an instant, as if a moment's delay would have led to unforeseen changes.

the other side.

The many Nascent Soul stage cultivators in the main hall, recovering from their initial joy at Cheng Buzheng's easy acceptance, cursed inwardly upon seeing this scene:

"That old Taoist priest Chiyun is truly cunning!"

"That old bastard is really not human."

"That hateful old man, what happened to sharing hardships...? This is your version of sharing hardships..."

"You run fast!"

"That old fellow is cunning; he managed to slip away first."

"..."

Despite the many Nascent Soul cultivators cursing under their breath inside the hall, they acted swiftly and without hesitation.

One of the Nascent Soul elders, clad in a long grey robe, was the first to stand up, step forward, and unleash a backhand strike...

A long box made of rosewood appeared before him and was pushed toward Cheng Buzheng.

He said respectfully:

"Brother Dao, this is a small token of my appreciation to congratulate you on your further progress in the Great Dao!"

Seeing this, Cheng Buzheng accepted it as usual, and smiled:

"You're very kind, fellow Daoist."

“That’s only right,” the other party immediately replied.

"Brother Dao, I have delivered my message, but there are still some miscellaneous matters to attend to within the sect, so I will not disturb you any further."

"Fellow Daoist, please make yourself at home!"

Cheng Buzheng smiled slightly.

Afterwards, the Nascent Soul cultivator bowed to the many old monsters in the hall and quickly left the hall.

Another person left safely.

Next, one by one, the Nascent Soul stage monsters, whose safety was not guaranteed, took out gift boxes of different shapes but high value and presented them to Cheng Buzheng.

"Brother Dao, this is a 'Netherworld Mystic Pearl' that I have kept in my possession, just to express my gratitude."

"Brother Cheng, I wish to offer this 'Nine Transformations Soul Grass' to you as a congratulatory gift on your journey to immortality!"

"..."

Even Wei Laoguai of the Ancient Sword Sect gritted his teeth and gave away an ancient and elegant Nascent Soul sword talisman, at a considerable price.

Cheng Buzheng accepted them one by one, his expression gentle and his demeanor composed, as if it were just ordinary congratulatory gifts.

Before long, the once crowded hall quickly became empty.

After the last cultivator left, the palace doors slowly closed.

On the high throne, Cheng Buzheng's figure rippled like water and quietly disappeared, as if he had never existed.

……

Baiyun Gate, the main hall of the forbidden area in the back mountain.

In a quiet cultivation room, on an empty cloud bed, a figure suddenly materialized.

Who else could this be but Cheng Buzheng?

Cheng Buzheng, sitting cross-legged on the cloud bed, flicked his sleeves.

Suddenly, several gift boxes of different styles and dazzling colors appeared in the air in front of them.

He flicked his finger lightly...

*Smack! Smack smack!*

A series of crisp or muffled sounds rang out in the quiet room.

The lids of the boxes were also opened one by one.

At first glance, these gift boxes contained numerous treasures:

There is a glittering, silvery Ganoderma lucidum that resembles a dragon.

···

There are also crystals that shimmer with iridescent light and look extremely mystical.

There was also a black orb that emitted mysterious fluctuations.

The dazzling array of treasures, each radiating a radiant glow, were all top-tier Nascent Soul level rare items. If any of them were to circulate, they would be enough to cause a bloodbath.

They were clearly bleeding heavily.

Similarly, Cheng Buzheng also understood that this was not only a congratulatory gift from these Nascent Soul cultivators, but also meant to settle the karmic debts of today.

otherwise.

The old monsters behind them wouldn't take out these treasures as congratulatory gifts either.

Cheng Buzheng was well aware of this.

However, he himself had no intention of causing trouble for these Nascent Soul stage monsters again...

After all, the White Cloud Sect will still need Cheng Changqing's lineage to lead it in the future.

Stability trumps all else.

We have established our authority enough today; there is no need to push them further.

That's why Cheng Buzheng easily let these Nascent Soul cultivators go.

otherwise.

None of these Nascent Soul cultivators will escape today; they will all perish.

Sitting on his cloud bed, Cheng Buzheng glanced at the numerous rare and wondrous objects floating in mid-air, then waved his hand...

He stored all these top-grade treasures inside his Qiankun Ring.

After putting away the shimmering treasure, the quiet room darkened again, leaving only Cheng Buzheng sitting alone on the cloud bed, his gaze distant.

"The troubles that followed with Baiyun Sect have been mostly resolved."

No one will try to test us again.

That way, one can enjoy a period of peace and stability.

"Then it's time to set off for the True Dragon Sea!"

He spoke softly, his eyes seeming to sparkle like a river of stars:

"A peak race with countless generations of heritage, do not disappoint me!"

A faint sigh dissipated into the silent ethereal mist.

...(End of this chapter)