Aiming for the Immortal Path

The flying sword was very fast, and within a moment, it reached the sky above the seventh mountain peak.

There are many houses on the mountain, each of them is a simple and majestic building. However, looking around, you can only see a few scattered figures, which looks a bit depressed.

The flying sword landed in a square. As soon as he landed, Lu Mingshi turned to look at Han Yu and said:

"Han Yu, come with me later. From now on, you are my personal disciple! In the future, I will personally teach you the method of cultivating immortals."

Hearing this, no matter how arrogant Han Yu was, he immediately beamed with joy and said hurriedly: "Thank you, Peak Master!"

"Huh? Peak Master?" Lu Mingshi's brows jumped.

Han Yu knelt on the ground with a plop and quickly changed his words, "Thank you, Master!"

"Yes! Come to the main hall later and I will hold a formal apprenticeship ceremony for you."

Lu Mingshi nodded with satisfaction and turned to look at the others.

At this time, except Su Twelve, the other three children looked envious.

It is a great honor to directly worship the peak master as your teacher! It's a pity that they don't have Han Yu's talent, so they can only be envious.

Lu Mingshi arranged Han Yu and turned to look at Xiao Yue, "Yue'er, let you arrange the remaining ones. Let them go to the instructor's place tomorrow to learn literacy and sect rules. After three months, Then arrange for them to learn the method of cultivating immortals from the elders."

"Well! I'll arrange for them to stay first!"

Xiao Yue smiled and nodded. After speaking, her eyes fell on Su Twelve and others. Just as she was about to speak, there was a sound of hurried footsteps.

"Peak Master, it's not good! Junior Brother Chen Xi was bitten by a monster!"

Two disciples wearing Yunge Sect disciple uniforms carried an injured disciple on a stretcher and ran over quickly.

On the stretcher, the disciple was only sixteen or seventeen years old. He was in a coma due to serious injuries and was covered in blood.

"Monster? The sect is protected by formations everywhere. Where did the monster come from?" Lu Mingshi's eyes fell on the stretcher and he frowned.

The first disciple hurriedly replied: "Pearl Master, the Waste Alchemy Room is located in a remote location. There are often wild beasts there, including many low-level monsters."

"Hmph, thank you for cultivating immortals! You can't even deal with a small ferocious beast. After all these years of practice, have you gone to a dog's belly?"

Lu Mingshi's face darkened and he snorted coldly. As he spoke, his eyes fell on the injured disciple and he took out a light cyan talisman.

The true energy in his body activated, and the talisman turned into a green light, covering the young man on the stretcher.

After a while, the green light dissipated, and the young man's wound stopped bleeding. It's just that one arm and one leg are missing, and it looks particularly miserable.

"Okay, I've used the Green Spirit Talisman to stabilize his injuries. It's just that his limbs are broken and it will be difficult for him to practice in the future. Let's send him down the mountain someday."

The two people carrying the stretcher nodded hurriedly, but did not leave there. Instead, they asked cautiously: "Peak Master, do you still need someone to guard the abandoned alchemy room?"

"Humph, although the waste pill is useless, the statistics of the waste pill are related to the consumption of all medicinal materials in the sect. Do you think it is necessary?" Lu Mingshi snorted and said dissatisfied.

In the Yunge Sect, all the various elixirs consumed by the disciples in their practice are refined by the masters of each peak or specialized alchemists.

The required medicinal materials are provided by the sect, and based on the amount of finished elixirs and the waste elixirs produced, the usage of the medicinal materials can be calculated to avoid corruption.

The location of the Waste Alchemy Room is remote, almost on the outskirts of the Yun Ge Sect. Originally, such a trivial matter as managing the Waste Alchemy Room had nothing to do with Luofu Peak.

But the problem is that among the seven peaks of Yunge, Luofu Peak is the weakest. This kind of thing naturally happened on Luofu Peak.

Hearing what Lu Mingshi said, the two disciples carrying the stretcher couldn't help but shudder and said in a hurry: "Peak Master, who should we send? We are a little short of manpower in the peak right now!"

"Huh? Is there no one left? That's okay. I'll go down the mountain this time and bring back a few boys!" Lu Mingshi was stunned when he heard this, muttering in a low voice, and his eyes fell on Zhu Hanwei.

Feeling Lu Mingshi's gaze, Zhu Hanwei's legs softened and he almost fell to the ground.

He heard clearly what those two disciples said. Once you hear it, you can tell that the Abandoned Alchemy Room is not a good place, and the man on the stretcher is a living example.

How could he be willing to go?

Zhu Hanwei's face turned pale with fright when he thought of this. Before Lu Mingshi could speak, he quickly took out a palm-sized wooden box from his arms.

"Peak Master, my father still has something that he wants me to give to you!"

"Huh?" Lu Mingshi couldn't help but was stunned. He took the wooden box and looked at it, and his eyes suddenly narrowed into slits.

In the wooden box, there was another small piece of century-old cold jade. This piece, and the piece he worked for in Huilong Town, were obviously one and the same.

Putting the wooden box away calmly, Lu Mingshi looked at Zhu Hanwei, "Okay, what are you doing with a sad face at such a young age? But you don't have spiritual roots, so practicing is a waste. So, my alchemy room still lacks an alchemy boy. You can be a Dantong for me from now on!"

"Thank you Peak Master!" Zhu Hanwei nodded with joy when he heard that he didn't have to go to the useless alchemy room and could still be the alchemy boy for the Peak Master.

Lu Mingshi ignored it and continued to glance at Su Twelve.

"Okay, it's up to you! From today on, you will guard the useless alchemy room!"

Su Twelve's thin body trembled, and his face suddenly turned white.

Zhu Hanwei was aware of the dangers of the useless alchemy room, and he was no exception.

But looking at Lu Mingshi, he didn't know how to refuse. Zhu Hanwei has money and can give gifts, but he can't afford anything.

On the side, Xiao Yue glanced at Su Twelve and others, turned to look at Lu Mingshi, and couldn't help but say:

"Grandpa, they are still young and have just joined the sect. No matter who is sent to the Elimination Pill Room, if they encounter a fierce beast or even a low-level monster, wouldn't they be sent to die?"

Lu Mingshi had a straight face, but this time he didn't let go. "Send yourself to death? Yue'er, I'm not talking about you. What do you think is a cultivator? Are you a child playing house?"

"This kid's talent is already terrible. If he can't overcome this danger, then what's the point of practicing? Just send him down the mountain."

Lu Mingshi was not optimistic about Su Twelve at all. The worst miscellaneous spirit root, no matter how you look at it, it is a waste of resources for him to cultivate.

There is no one available in the peak now, so it is undoubtedly the best decision to let Su Twelve guard the abandoned alchemy room.

As for the danger, it was nothing to him. Wild beasts and monsters are completely a small probability event. Chen Xi was also a disciple with little qualifications. Didn't he stay in the Wasted Alchemy Room for several years before encountering danger?

Xiao Yue's face darkened, and she saw that Lu Mingshi wanted to persuade him again.

Before she could speak, Su Twelve suddenly said: "Senior Sister Xiao Yue, thank you! However, the Peak Master is right, I am not naturally talented. If I can't overcome this difficulty, how can I practice well in the future? ?”

Su Twelve could feel Lu Mingshi's determination. He knew very well that he had no choice now.

If you stay, you still have a chance to practice.

But if you leave and want to contact the world of immortal cultivators, it will be as difficult as climbing to heaven.

Xiao Yue couldn't bear it and wanted to say something more, "But..."

Lu Mingshi nodded and said: "Okay, it's rare for you to have such courage. You two, send him to guard the useless alchemy room."

With that said, Lu Mingshi turned to look at the two people carrying the stretcher.

"Okay! Junior brother, come with us!" The two nodded and looked at Su Twelve with sympathy.

The peak master really let this kid die!

Junior Brother Chen Xi has been practicing for several years, but this kid in front of him is only twelve years old!

Even if he goes, he will be scared to death in three to five days!

Not only them, Zhu Hanwei and others were also not optimistic about Su Twelve. In their opinion, Su Twelve was too stupid to do this. Cultivation is cultivation, but if you lose your life, you are still practicing like a ghost!

Beside Lu Mingshi, Han Yu looked at Su Twelve's thin back and hesitated to speak. Forget it, with a talent like his, he would naturally know to give up when faced with danger.

Su Twelve left with two disciples. One of them carried the injured Chen Xi away, while the other led Su Twelve to the Wasted Alchemy Room.

Perhaps because he felt that Su Twelve had not been in the sect for a short time, the disciple who was responsible for guiding him had no intention of speaking during the entire process.

Su Twelve shrank his neck and said nothing in a sensible manner.

The two of them descended from Luofu Peak and walked for another two hours before arriving at a small peak on the edge of the sect.

What appears in front of you is a simple wood and stone building. The building is a separate courtyard, divided into several rooms, including a living room and a warehouse specially used to store waste elixirs.

"This is the waste elixir room. The warehouse is used to store waste elixirs. At the end of every month, each peak will send waste elixirs. What you have to do is to record the number of waste elixirs sent by each peak, and then hand it over to the responsible person at the beginning of the month. The Deacon of Statistics.”

"This book teaches you how to identify different types of elixirs and discarded elixirs. Are you literate? It doesn't matter if you can't read. There are pictures on it."

The disciple responsible for arranging Su Twelve led Su Twelve around the various rooms of the Wasted Pill Room, threw Su Twelve a Wasted Pill Identifying Illustrated Book, and left in a hurry.