Chapter 380: One Qi turns into three purities

Ten days later.

Taihua Peak top, in front of the Ancestor Hall.

Zhang Xingyu tidies up the golden Taoist robe on his body, and then hands his jade plate to a hall-guarding disciple.

The hall-guarding disciple looks at the jade plate, and his eyes stay on Zhang Xingyu's face for a long time.

"Senior Brother! This Senior Brother!"

Zhang Xingyu shakes his hand in front of the disciple's eyes.

The hall-guarding disciple comes back to his senses and respectfully hands the jade plate back to Zhang Xingyu.

"This Senior Brother, is there any problem with my jade plate?" Zhang Xingyu asks.

"No. No problem. Junior Brother just saw Senior Brother Zhang's honorable face for the first time, so I was a bit lost for a moment."

Zhang Xingyu nods.

For the past ten days, there have been many junior brothers and sisters who have been lost when they saw him, so it doesn't matter if there is one more in front of him.

"Senior Brother, I am here to accept the ancestor's preaching in the Ancestor Hall."

"Senior Brother Zhang, please come in. Senior Brother Zhang, my surname is Yu, and my name is Yu Qiuyun. During the last sect competition, because I was guarding the Ancestor Hall, I couldn't go, so I didn't recognize Senior Brother's honorable face, please don't blame me!"

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Zhang Xingyu talks to this Yu Qiuyun while walking forward with his head held high.

Today he is here to accept the ancestor's preaching in the Ancestor Hall. Once he crosses the threshold of the Ancestor Hall and accepts the ancestor's preaching, he will become a True Transmission Disciple of the Wanfa Immortal Sect, the top existence in the food chain of the Wanfa Immortal Sect.

However, his True Transmission Disciple status was said to be very difficult to obtain.

Ten days ago, he defeated Yuan Wushang with one sword and successfully won the championship of this sect competition.

Under the guidance of Little Uncle-Master Ling'er, he chose a high-grade magic treasure, the Eight Directions Wind and Rain Pavilion, as the championship prize. With this Eight Directions Wind and Rain Pavilion, he finally paid off the apprenticeship gift he owed Liu Yingxue.

It is truly a light body without debt.

For the past ten days, Zhang Xingyu has walked with his head held high, and his steps have been particularly light.

As the biggest dark horse in this sect competition, Zhang Xingyu has also gained a large number of fans, especially female fans.

Every day, there are countless fans coming to visit. As Zhang Xingyu's disciple, the little girl Liu Yingxue received gifts until her hands cramped.

Of course, a child's resistance to sugar-coated bullets is almost zero.

Through Liu Yingxue's big mouth, Zhang Xingyu's past glorious deeds have been widely spread in the Wanfa Immortal Sect.

What righteous action, what entrusting orphans on the deathbed, what grinding teeth while sleeping, what first-class cooking skills.

In short, Zhang Xingyu has become a glass man, with no secrets left all over his body.

Even his background from a mortal immortal academy in the Southern Continent was dug out and sunned again and again, and was promoted by the academy as a glorious model of inspirational struggle.

Thus, Zhang Xingyu now has three famous titles: "God of Cooking, Inspirational Man, Righteous Brother."

Just when Zhang Xingyu was being chased by junior brothers and sisters, the big shots of the Wanfa Immortal Sect were also racking their brains for the candidate for True Transmission Disciple.

Reasonably speaking, Zhang Xingyu defeated Yuan Wushang and won the first place in the sect, so he is the only candidate for True Transmission Disciple.

However, who made his master the beautiful Huo Lingwu.

There are only two places for True Transmission Disciples in this competition, and Huo Lingwu formed a ninth-grade Nascent Soul, naturally obtaining one of them.

If this other one is given to Zhang Xingyu, wouldn't the True Transmission Disciples selected this time all fall into the Tianxu Peak lineage.

Nine days ago, sect discussion hall.

Seven peak master big shots sat upright and discussed the True Transmission candidates.

True Person Qing Quan, who hosted this grand competition, first proposed that the first place in the grand competition, Zhang Xingyu, should be the True Transmission of this session.

As soon as his voice fell, True Person Qing Xuan, the peak master of Tianquan Peak, raised an objection: "No, no. That girl Ling Wu has already obtained a True Transmission position, how can her disciple obtain True Transmission again, this is not in accordance with etiquette."

The good old man True Person Qing Ji remained silent, and True Person Qing Yang and True Person Qing Yun wanted to speak but stopped.

True Person Qing Yu, who has a fiery temper, slapped the table in front of her with a "slap": "Not in accordance with etiquette, not in accordance with etiquette, bullshit not in accordance with etiquette. If those old things hadn't used etiquette to talk about things at the beginning, my junior brother and I would have already..."

"Senior Sister, don't mention the past." Sect Leader Qingfeng Zhenjun smiled bitterly and stopped her.

"Hmph! Don't mention it, anyway, this life has had many storms." True Person Qing Yu glared at Qingfeng Zhenjun.

"However, I look down on you guys who talk about things with etiquette. Besides, if Zhang Xingyu being True Transmission is not in accordance with etiquette, then other disciples being True Transmission is even more not in accordance with etiquette. Where have you seen in any sect that the disciple who won the first place in the competition does not become True Transmission, but the other disciples who were defeated by him are granted True Transmission?" True Person Qing Yu added.

Silence.

After True Person Qing Yu's words, the discussion hall fell into a strange silence.

After a while, Sect Leader Qingfeng Zhenjun made a decision: "Let's submit this matter to the Elder Council and let the Supreme Elders decide!"

Nine days later, the decision of the Elder Council finally came. It is said that after nine days of fierce arguing, under the strong insistence of a certain Supreme Elder, the Elder Council finally reached a consensus and granted the position of True Transmission Disciple to Tianxu Peak inner disciple Zhang Xingyu.

On the day he received the position of True Transmission Disciple, Zhang Xingyu also received a copper coin transmission from the old urchin Zhou Baitong.

"Stinking kid, I, the ancestor, fought hard in the Elder Council and finally got you that bullshit True Transmission Disciple status. True Transmission Disciple, many benefits. So, you must remember my goodness in the future. By the way, it's been a long time since I moved my bones, I'm preparing to go up the mountain to catch a loach. You kid hurry up and prepare the seasoning, let's meet at the old place when I come back."

In the Ancestor Hall, incense smoke curls.

Under the guidance of the ancestor and Sect Leader Qingfeng Zhenjun, Zhang Xingyu respectfully offered nine pillars of incense to the Taiqing Moral Heavenly Venerable enshrined in the center of the main hall. After offering incense, he prostrated himself and respectfully

After paying his respects to the Taiqing Moral Heavenly Venerate, he offered three sticks of incense to the Pure Yang Immortal Lord, who was serving beside the Taiqing Moral Heavenly Venerate, and kowtowed nine times.

This Pure Yang Immortal Lord was a disciple of the Taiqing Moral Heavenly Venerate and also the founding patriarch of the Ten Thousand Laws Immortal Gate.

After paying respects to the patriarch, True Monarch Qingfeng led Zhang Xingyu into a stone chamber beside the main hall.

Inside the stone chamber, there was nothing but a prayer mat.

"You shall meditate and practice on this prayer mat for one day. As for what teachings you can obtain from the patriarch within this day, that depends on your own personal destiny!"

After giving his instructions, True Monarch Qingfeng closed the stone door and turned to walk out of the Patriarch Hall.

Inside the stone chamber, the light and shadows were dim.

Zhang Xingyu sat cross-legged on the prayer mat, trying hard to strike a pose for meditation and cultivation.

It was just strange; the moment he sat on the prayer mat, an irresistible drowsiness surged from the depths of his soul.

"Ah..."

Zhang Xingyu let out a long yawn, then gently closed his eyes.

The moment he closed his eyes, a cold, clear radiance suddenly spilled down from above the stone chamber. Within the radiance, streaks of light and shadow rotated and floated. Some were characters, some were images. Each streak of light and shadow was unpredictable, making it difficult for one to see clearly.

"Snort, snort!" The sound of snoring grew loud.

Zhang Xingyu, who had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly toppled over.

He stretched his arms, flicked his legs, and then sank into a deep sleep once more.

In his dream, Zhang Xingyu arrived on an immortal mountain.

At the peak of the immortal mountain stood a youth in white. The youth held a sharp sword and was wielding it, intending to strike himself.

"Stop! Quickly stop!"

Zhang Xingyu grabbed the youth's hand.

"You really are something. Even if there is a matter as big as the sky, you cannot wave a sword and self-mutilate!"

The youth stopped.

He turned his head to look at Zhang Xingyu: "I am not trying to self-mutilate; I want to chop myself into three pieces!"

"Chopping yourself into three pieces, and you still say that isn't self-mutilation. No, no, I must stop you!" Zhang Xingyu's heart overflowed with compassion, and he held onto the youth's hand, refusing to let go.

"You child are quite interesting. Very well, if you won't let me chop myself into three pieces, then you chop yourself into three pieces." Having said this, the youth emitted a golden light from his eyes, which instantly submerged into the center of Zhang Xingyu's brow.

Then, Zhang Xingyu discovered that he was uncontrollably wielding the long sword on the ground.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, Zhang Xingyu split into three.

Looking at the two fellows in front of him who looked exactly like him, Zhang Xingyu felt dizzy and fell to the ground.

When he woke up, the sky was already bright, and the morning light shone through the cracks in the window, illuminating the stone chamber brightly.

"Creak!"

With a crisp sound, the stone door was pushed open from the outside.

The patriarch, True Monarch Qingfeng, walked in from outside the door: "Zhang Xingyu, the time for the transmission of the Dao has arrived; you should come out with me now!"

Walking out of the Patriarch Hall, the warm sunlight shone on Zhang Xingyu, causing his lazy bones to grow continuously within his body.

"I really want to sleep again," Zhang Xingyu thought to himself.

Just then, True Monarch Qingfeng, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around: "Zhang Xingyu, what immortal art did you receive in the Patriarch Hall?"

"Reporting to the patriarch. I am not clear on whether I received an immortal art or not. I was sleeping inside, and then I dreamed of a youth in white. That fellow wanted to wave a sword and self-mutilate, so I stepped forward and stopped him. Then he controlled my body and chopped me into three pieces with one sword," Zhang Xingyu answered weakly.

"There is such a thing?" True Monarch Qingfeng frowned.

True Monarch Qingfeng had also received the patriarch's transmission before, but he had never heard of anyone encountering such a situation.

"Forget it, the patriarch's transmission also depends on destiny. If you didn't receive it, then you didn't. Remember, after you go out, do not speak nonsense to people, even to Ling'er you must keep your mouth shut. If someone really asks, just say you received a talisman divine ability," Patriarch Qingfeng shook his head and took a jade slip out of his storage ring, stuffing it into Zhang Xingyu's hand.

"This is a talisman divine ability I recently comprehended, named the Four Symbols Divine Talisman; take it back and study it carefully."

After giving his instructions, Patriarch Qingfeng shook his head gently once more.

Patriarch Qingfeng left. When he left, his gaze was so desolate, and his back was so lonely.