Hong Xuanji began healing the fallen man, suppressing the chaotic Immortal Source within him and removing the alien Source Power.

His junior brother had fought with an alien race. Although he killed the enemy, he ended up severely injured and near death.

In Wu Jiu’s heart, the burden finally settled after killing the Void Realm alien True Immortal, and the thorn in Hong Xuanji’s heart was likewise removed.

Several True Immortal Pill Masters were summoned, especially a Pill Master at the Star Lord level, who Hong Xuanji instructed to take charge of Wu Jiu’s injuries.

They were astonished, wondering if the legendary Master of the Ninth Vein, Wu Jiu, wasn’t already at the Peak of the Void Realm? How could he be so gravely injured!

“I’ve refined quite a bit of healing medicine in the past; I hope it helps,” said this Star Lord Realm Pill Master.

Though they were also True Immortals, they were still a Great Realm apart from Wu Jiu, and weren’t confident they could save him back to health.

Hong Xuanji wasn’t too worried, saying, “It’s enough to prevent the injuries from worsening. Wu Jiu’s vitality and powerful self-healing ability are unimaginable; as long as he’s not dead, he will recover quickly.”

Why did Jiu call himself “Insomniac Taoist”? Because he was naturally full of energy, never knowing fatigue from a young age, and went several centuries without sleep.

His vitality and recovery ability seemed like a kind of innate talent, which was why his cultivation speed far surpassed others.

Holding the head of an alien, Hong Xuanji took Yue Yiyi to a gravesite, where the wild grass had grown over a foot high.

Yue Yiyi covered her eyes, horrified by the bloody head, but when they reached the tomb, she saw four other alien heads there.

The tombstone was engraved with: Tomb of Yue Yi.

“Master, Yiyi is scared,” the little girl’s voice trembled.

Hong Xuanji placed the alien head, who died unwillingly, in front of the tomb, and patted Yue Yiyi’s head, saying, “Master is here, there’s no need to be afraid. These aliens are already dead and won’t suddenly jump up to scare you.”

The little girl had never seen such a scene, and clung to her master in fear. With a wave of Hong Xuanji’s hand, he covered the five heads of the Void True Immortals with cloth.

Not seeing the heads, Yue Yiyi finally calmed down a lot.

“Master, why did you bring Yiyi here?” Yue Yiyi asked, not liking the place.

Hong Xuanji sighed, “I brought you here to pay respects to your senior sister; these five aliens were the culprits, and now they’ve all met their end, avenging your sister.”

“They killed my sister? They’re so bad! They deserve to die!” Yue Yiyi exclaimed angrily.

“Indeed, they deserve to die,” Hong Xuanji said. “Five years ago, Xiaoqi was besieged and killed by these five in a Star Domain, dying on the spot without even leaving her remains. This is just a cenotaph.”

His Xiaoqi was just over a century old, already in the middle to late stages of the Void Realm, the absolute first among the second-generation disciples! It was only a matter of time before she caught up with the first-generation disciples.

What extraordinary talent, what unparalleled brilliance, yet she was feared by the aliens, who ambushed and ended her future.

Four True Immortals at the late stage of the Void, one at the Peak of the Void; five attacked to kill one woman, and the outcome was predictable. By the time he arrived, his precious disciple had perished.

These five aliens were from Hell, Evolution Realm, Wizard Realm, Abyss, and that Interstellar Civilization. Four were killed by Hong Xuanji, the last one was hunted down for five years by Wu Jiu.

Wu Jiu was driven by responsibility.

So he always felt his senior brother blamed him, bearing a grudge, and only after much effort did he track down the Peak of the Void Abyss Powerhouse and kill him in a strenuous battle.

Not until today did he return to Immortal Martial Mountain.

Yiyi pondered and asked, “Sister ranked seventh, and Yiyi ranked tenth; she’s much, much older than Yiyi.”

However, she didn’t know that from the Martial Immortal onwards, Immortal Martial Mountain had a tradition of accepting only nine disciples, as nine was considered the extreme.

In this world, there’s a saying that “water that rises too high will overflow,” so there’s no need to strive for absolute perfection, nor can it be attained.

Celestial Sword Mountain was entirely different from Immortal Martial Mountain. The sharp and aggressive sword cultivators didn’t believe in these things; they believed in shattering a multitude of techniques with a single sword, valuing Perfection, striving for ten out of ten, so they typically accepted ten disciples.

“You’re the tenth disciple Master takes, and also the last, so you must live well, don’t let Master witness his students perish,” Hong Xuanji said, pinching Yue Yiyi’s little nose.

“I won’t,” Yiyi said loudly.

He said, “Yiyi, your master is the foremost disciple of Immortal Martial Mountain, the world respects me as Martial God, and I’ve made some achievements.

And your seventh senior sister was very competitive, always wanting to be first. She had the talent, and her cultivation level always overlooked the second-generation disciples.

Early on, she was given the title Little Martial God, and it was precisely this title that brought about her doom; she was too strong, too proud to hide her talents, making her feared by the alien races.

What’s the point of striving to be first? There’s no real meaning to it.”

“Mm-hmm, Yiyi won’t fight to be first; second is also very good,” Yue Yiyi said earnestly.

Hong Xuanji smiled and said, “As for being first, it’s enough that you know it yourself. We must learn to conceal our strengths and bide our time, so that we can strike the enemy unexpectedly.

Remember this principle, so that you can live longer, at least longer than Master.”

———–

The return of Wu Jiu caused a significant stir, with countless people eager to approach, Wang Xuan and Chen Qingniu were equally curious, yet each was scolded by their mentors, obediently staying on their own peaks.

“Do not ask, do not listen; do not inquire into the affairs of your elders, or there will be consequences for you!” He Fang scolded.

He was not immune to astonishment upon seeing the returning Grandmaster Uncle known as Insomniac Taoist and the head of the Void Realm alien.

Insomniac Taoist had been away from Immortal Martial Mountain for four or five years, pursuing the alien across the Star Sea for untold light-years, ultimately killing him.

The senior brother was deeply concerned about Wu Jiu Grandmaster Uncle’s return and injuries, hastily leaving All Heavens Peak to gather news.

“Master told us not to inquire, right?” Wang Xuan asked curiously.

Chen Qingniu glanced at him and chuckled, “Fool, the senior brother’s last name is Wu; he’s a direct descendant of the Ninth Grandmaster Uncle.”

“I see,” Wang Xuan realized, then queried about the origin of the surname Wu, asking, “What does this ‘Wu’ have to do with the Martial Immortal?”

“The Ninth Grandmaster Uncle of the Ninth Vein was an abandoned baby adopted by our forefather, who raised him himself. It’s not strange for the Grandmaster Uncle to take the surname Wu.

What’s peculiar is that the forefather’s real surname isn’t Wu; people respect him as the Martial Immortal, but his true name remains unknown, and we can’t ask.”

Chen Qingniu knew many details, having spent much more time at Immortal Martial Mountain than Wang Xuan, yet he was also unaware of the names of the elders, as it wasn’t allowed to ask.

An elder’s name must not be spoken by a junior; otherwise, it would be disrespectful.

In fact, many people in the grandchild’s generation, especially those living with their parents, don’t know their grandparents’ names even after living for twenty or thirty years.

Wu Jiu’s return caused quite a stir at Immortal Martial Mountain, particularly on the peak of the Ninth Vein, where countless disciples couldn’t settle in their cultivation.

This unease was finally dispelled ten days later when Wu Jiu regained consciousness, and Immortal Martial Mountain returned to peace.

During this time, Wang Xuan diligently practiced alchemy, improving rapidly. Thanks to the Pill Recipes obtained from Senior Feng Daozi, he could comprehend almost one recipe a day.

Before anyone noticed, he had become a Spirit Tier Upper Third Grade Pill Master, not far from being an Earth Tier Alchemy Master.

“Pills from Ninth Grade to First Grade in the Spirit Tier take increasingly longer to refine, and attaining a Super Grade Pill is even harder,” Wang Xuan quietly matured at Immortal Martial Mountain.

The business at Immortal Dome Pavilion was booming, but just a few days ago, he suddenly closed it, halting the sale of pills.

In just a month, he had accrued a large amount of Source Power points, dramatically reducing the number of Celestial Treasure remnants collected.

Of course, places like Immortal Martial Mountain couldn’t be exhausted in a short time, but buyers of pills became wiser, secretly amassing Celestial Treasure remnants, only using them when necessary.

They tried purchasing with Star Yuan as much as possible, sparing their Celestial Treasure remnants.

This practice irritated Wang Xuan, so he simply shut the doors, ceasing all pill sales.

What was he to do with so much money? Having lots of money means nothing to him!

He didn’t lack money!

He only wanted Source Power points!

Without the Celestial Treasure remnants containing Source Power points, why keep Immortal Dome Pavilion open? No point at all!

Wang Xuan’s capriciousness left those seeking Top Grade Pills in a panic, like ants on a hot pan, restless and anxious.

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