I conquer the immortal with my strength

"Could it be that Elder Zuo has been traveling for many years and has not returned?" Seeing the scene on the top of the mountain that had not been cleaned for many years, the consul disciple looked suspicious and muttered.

"Come here and report it quickly!" An impatient voice came from the depths of the old palace.

The consul disciple was shocked and quickly bowed and said: "Elder Qi, there is a disciple who has completed the mission you issued fifty years ago."

"Did I issue any missions fifty years ago?" A confused voice came from deep within the palace.

Xia Daoming's face changed slightly when he heard this.

Elder Zuo is not only weird in character, he is also forgetful and unreliable!

"Elder Qi, you did issue a mission fifty years ago to help find a bloody dragon's breath grass that is more than 3,000 years old. As a reward, you will accept this disciple as a registered disciple." The consul disciple explained patiently.

"Blood Dragon's Breath Grass that is more than three thousand years old? Oh, I remembered it. Although I don't need it now, since I have issued a mission, I will keep my word. You can leave, and the person who has completed the mission will come in. "Elder Zuo's voice came again from the depths of the palace.

"Disciple, please leave!" The consul disciple hurriedly bowed to say goodbye. When he left, he gave Xia Daoming a special look, his eyes full of regret and sympathy.

In the opinion of the consul disciples, Elder Zuo had even forgotten the mission. Now it was obvious that he reluctantly kept Xia Daoming because he had actually issued the mission before.

Under this situation, it is estimated that Xia Daoming will be kicked out within a few days.

What's not to do with the Bloody Dragon's Breath Grass that's more than three thousand years old?

What a pity, what a pity!

The consul disciple shook his head and left.

Xia Daoming looked around and walked towards the old and dilapidated looking palace.

"Crunch!"

Xia Daoming pushed open the palace door, and the harsh sound of the door shaft turning was heard.

Accumulated dust flew down.

Fortunately, Xia Daoming was wearing the Liuyun Immortal Robe bought for him by his two beloved wives, which could automatically protect him from dust and sewage. When there was light and breeze, it would repel flying dust.

The palace is large and has many gardens and courtyards.

But it was the same as outside, with fallen leaves all over the ground and spider webs everywhere, which made Xia Daoming shake his head.

If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, he would have never imagined that a dignified Jindan elder would live in such a place.

After passing through the cloister and passing several thresholds, Xia Daoming finally arrived at the depths of the palace.

To Xia Daoming's imagination, there was a pool that seemed to be more than ten acres deep in the center of the palace.

There is a simple wooden house built beside the pool, surrounded by green grass.

A short old man with disheveled appearance, hair as messy as thatch, and wearing an ancient Taoist robe was sitting by the pool gently wiping a broken sword.

When he noticed Xia Daoming coming in, he had no intention of paying attention and continued to wipe the broken sword.

However, the fluctuations in Xia Daoming's aura made him stop, and he looked up at Xia Daoming in surprise.

"Ninth level of Qi refining!"

"Outer disciple Xia Daoming pays homage to Elder Zuo!" Xia Daoming stepped forward and bowed.

"Still an outer disciple!"

Zuo Dongge felt more and more surprised. The broken sword in his hand turned into a cold light and disappeared into his palm.

Xia Daoming's eyes narrowed slightly.

A level higher than the magic weapon is the magic weapon.

Only magic weapons can be taken into the body by monks to warm and nourish them.

The Broken Sword is a magic weapon.

"Sit wherever you like."

The magic weapon was put away, and Zuo Dongge waved it casually.

"Thank you, elder."

Xia Daoming bowed slightly to thank him, then approached Zuodong Pavilion, found a piece of flat grass and sat down casually.

Zuo Dongge looked at Xia Daoming with a hint of surprise.

Not to mention the disciples in the outer sect's Qi Refining Realm, even the inner sect's foundation-building disciples, no one would be trembling and frightened when they saw him.

"How old are you this year?" Zuo Dongge asked.

"Return to the elder, thirty-two years old." Xia Daoming replied.

"You are only at the ninth level of Qi refining at the age of thirty-two, and you actually want to be my disciple?" Zuo Dongge frowned.

He was a talented disciple of the Qingyuan Sect back then, and he successfully formed elixirs when he was just sixty years old. He was less than a hundred years old, but he had already reached the middle stage of Golden Elixir. After that, it only took him less than thirty years to reach the threshold of the late Golden Elixir stage.

If he hadn't been severely injured more than a hundred years ago, he might have touched the threshold of the Yuanying realm by now, and even become the ancestor of the Yuanying.

How could a person like him accept a mediocre disciple?

"If the elder thinks that my talent is too poor and doesn't want to accept me as a registered disciple, it doesn't matter. You can just give me the title of an inner disciple." Xia Daoming said calmly.

He has already figured it out, it is okay not to worship this kind of master who has a weird personality, slovenly, and unkempt appearance, and whose strength is only equivalent to that of a master in the early stage of the Golden Core.

If you really want to bow down, it might cause a lot of trouble.

At least the elder's mansion will have to be cleaned and repaired for a while.

Besides, it’s hard to tell what makes sense to this kind of person. It’s better to just exchange a three-thousand-year-old Blood Dragon’s Breath Grass for the identity of an inner sect disciple, and settle down simply.

Zuo Dongge raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

No matter how much his current strength drops, it is still at the Golden Core level.

Moreover, he had touched the threshold of the late stage of Jindan more than a hundred years ago. He has not been idle for more than a hundred years, and the way he has understood is far beyond what ordinary Jindan elders can compare with.

Looking at Xia Daoming's appearance now, he actually doesn't care much about his identity as a registered disciple of Zuodong Pavilion. Instead, he cares more about his identity as an inner disciple.

How could his status as an inner disciple be compared to his status as a registered disciple of Zuodong Pavilion.

"You are only at the ninth level of Qi Refining at the age of thirty-two. Your talent is really poor. I, Zuo Dongge, am such a person. If I accept you as my disciple, wouldn't it make people laugh at me?" Zuo Dongge said.

"Yes, yes, the disciple thinks so too, so this 3,700-year-old Bloody Dragon's Breath Grass is presented by the disciple as a reward for completing the elder's mission. As a reward, the elder can just let the disciple enter the inner gate instead." Xia Daoming said with a hint of surprise on his face, and immediately took out the Blood Dragon's Breath Grass and offered it to him with both hands.

Zuo Dongge didn't even glance at the Xuelin Dragon's Breath Grass.

When he needed this grass, he had nowhere to find it, so it was extremely precious.

Now he doesn't need it. Even if this grass lasts for five thousand years, it is nothing to a person of his level.

"No, I want to accept you as my disciple, and I changed it to be my direct disciple!" Zuo Dongge said.

"Ah! Why?" Xia Daoming was confused.

This old man has a really weird personality. Even though I dislike him so much, he still has the audacity to accept me as his direct disciple.

"Who am I, Zuo Dongge, and what I said can't be ignored? As for others laughing at me, how can I care? On the contrary, I have to let them see that I, Zuo Dongge, not only accepted a disciple with mediocre talent As my direct disciple, I will also train him to be a golden...ahem, powerful foundation-building monk!" Zuo Dongge said with arrogance, but he got a little timid at the end.

"Foundation-building monk?" Xia Daoming curled his lips in disgust.

Who is he? He needs to be specially cultivated by the old man in front of him to build the foundation?

Well!

Zuo Dongge thought that after he said such words, the mediocre outer disciple in front of him would be overjoyed, and he would immediately kowtow with tears of gratitude. However, he found that the guy in front of him seemed to be a little disdainful.

This made Zuo Dongge surprised at first, and then very unhappy.

"Become a disciple!" Zuo Dongge waved his hand, thinking that he would slowly train the boy in front of him in the future to make him understand that the sky is high and the sky is high.

"Elder, don't you think about it again? I am just an outer disciple with mediocre talents. You suddenly accepted me as your direct disciple, and then suddenly kicked me out a few days later.

It doesn't matter to me, as long as I am an inner disciple and can practice in the inner sect. But others will definitely think that you don’t have the confidence to teach me and give up halfway. Xia Daoming said with sincerity.

Zuo Dongge's eyebrows couldn't help but stand up again.

Staring at Xia Daoming with eyes like swords.

He now seriously suspected that Xia Daoming was using provocation.

It's a pity that Xia Daoming is a gentleman.

Zuo Dongge was stunned and couldn't tell that Xia Daoming was trying to provoke his general, but he was sincerely considering the face of his elder.

Zuo Dongge felt complicated.

But soon, Zuo Dongge made up his mind, with a stern look on his face, he sat upright and said in a deep voice: "Become a disciple!"

Who is he? How could he go back on his word? How could he be stumped by such a problem?

The worst thing is that this apprentice will continue to accept it and not be kicked out. Anyway, with such a little talent, he won't be able to make any waves.

"Disciple Xia Daoming pays homage to Master!" Xia Daoming stood up, straightened his clothes, and then bowed three times to Zuo Dongge with a solemn expression.

"This is the magical weapon used by my master in his early years, the Qingyun Sword. Storms and clouds follow the sword. The sword is hidden in the wind and clouds, making it difficult for people to guard against it." Zuo Dongge said.

As he spoke, a mist-shrouded flying sword floated in front of Xia Daoming.

"Thank you, Master." Xia Daoming took the Qingyun Sword with both hands and thanked him respectfully.

The Qingyun Sword is originally a top-level flying sword weapon. It has been refined by Zuodong Pavilion for many years. It can be said to be the best among top-level flying sword weapons. It is worth a lot of money, even more than the Bloody Dragon Breath handed over by Xia Daoming. Grass.

I originally thought that Xia Daoming would be extremely excited when he got such a flying sword, but in the end, this kid turned out to be unmoved.

Zuo Dongge felt complicated.

"This is a token for the master to pass on his disciples."

Zuo Dongge gave Xia Daoming another token made of unknown material.

One side is engraved with the word "left" and the other side is engraved with a sword.

The token exudes a mysterious aura that only Jindan monks have.

"Thank you, Master. With this token, can disciples be able to enter and leave the Sutra Pavilion at will?" Xia Daoming took the token, and finally a look of excitement and anticipation appeared on his face.

The flesh on Zuo Dongge's face couldn't help but twitch, and an unknown fire surged in his heart.

It is unbearable!

He is the ancestor of the Golden Pill. With Xia Daoming's talent and cultivation, a few random suggestions from him are enough for him to use it for years or even decades. Why does he still need to worry about the Sutra Pavilion?

This is because there is no teacher in the eyes!

"What do you want to learn? Just ask your teacher. A teacher can teach you according to your aptitude. Going to the Sutra Pavilion by yourself not only wastes time, but also reads and comprehends it by yourself. With your talent and cultivation level, it is easy to make mistakes. If you are not careful, then But he went crazy." Zuo Dongge suppressed the unknown fire in his heart and tried his best to look like a compassionate teacher.

There was no other way. I made a mistake just now and insisted on accepting Xia Daoming as my direct disciple. Now it's too late to regret it.

No matter what, you have to put some thought into cultivating him, at least help him become a foundation-building monk, otherwise where is the face?

"Thank you, Master. I really have some questions that I would like to ask for advice." Xia Daoming said with a smile on his face after hearing this.

"Just ask." Zuo Dongge stroked his forked beard that had not been repaired for who knows how many days, finally feeling a sense of superiority as a teacher.

"Master, do you know what the path will take after becoming a martial arts grandmaster?" Xia Daoming asked nervously with a hint of anticipation.