"Senior Thousand-Eyed Ancient Toad has certified the fourth level of the Great Dao. The strength of your sect must have surpassed Youhuo Sect and Sanjue Palace in one step, and only ranked below the Sword and Cauldron Sect."

Chen Ping twirled the tea cup and said with a smile.

"Fellow Taoist, what you said is true. Once Master Toad breaks through the realm, we and the younger generation will also be honored!"

Deacon Wu answered, the pride in his eyes obvious.

The Sword and Cauldron Sect has a profound foundation, the spiritual treasures within the sect, and the inheritance of Taoism are unmatched by those of Yuan Yan. For thousands of years, it has been able to dominate the other three sects.

As for Youhuo Sect, Sanjue Palace and Lan Yue Sect, their respective strengths are not much different, and their rankings change frequently.

In the past thousand years, the Lan Yue Sect has obviously fallen behind, ranking at the bottom of the four sects.

Golden elixir monks are the primary factor in measuring the strength of a sect.

In the contemporary world of Yuanyan Islands cultivation, the Four Golden Pills of the Sword Cauldron Sect ranks at the top and is recognized as the number one force in the human race.

Youhuomen and Sanjue Palace follow closely, both of which have three golden elixirs to suppress luck.

With the breakthrough of the Thousand-Eyed Ancient Toad, Lan Yue Sect also has three golden elixir-level combat guardians.

Compared to the other three sects, the lifespan of the Golden Pill of the Lan Yue Sect is extremely sufficient.

Given time, the Sword Cauldron Sect does not dare to lie, but if it steps on Youhuomen and Sanjue Palace, it may really come true.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, with such a powerful giant tree in the sky as his back, the path to immortality is vast and beautiful."

Chen Ping smiled and complimented.

"Haha, Wu has ordinary qualifications, so he doesn't dare to ask for too much."

Deacon Wu said perfunctorily and drank the tea in one gulp.

Sensing his intention to see off the guests, Chen Ping did not stay for a long time and immediately stood up and said goodbye.

…

After a while, Deacon Wu walked to a secret room on the top floor, calmed his expression, and bent down to wait patiently.

Not long after, the door opened automatically without any wind, and he walked in quietly.

Sitting in front of him was a woman in a white dress.

He is about thirty years old and has an ordinary appearance, but his watery peach blossom eyes give him a somewhat charming look.

"Great aunt."

Deacon Wu walked aside and saluted respectfully.

"What did that yellow-faced boy check just now?"

The woman in the white dress asked lightly, her voice hollow and old, which did not match her age.

"Auntie, the Taoist friend searched for a few more obscure treasures, but one of them is called the Sky Vine. I checked all the information in this sect, but there is no record of it."

Deacon Wu simply said with horror.

He didn't dare to hide anything.

Because the female cultivator in front of him looks younger than him, her name is Wu Feihe, but she is actually over 300 years old.

She is not only the master of the Lanyue Pavilion on Xikou Island, but also the head cultivator of the Wu family.

Without the care of his great-aunt, he, an ordinary Dzogchen Foundation-Building monk, would never have been able to hold such a relaxed and high-power position.

"Sky Vine?"

Wu Feihe frowned, thought for a few seconds, and said with twinkling eyes: "I have never heard of it. Hey, this person's real purpose should be to find out the information about Tianqiong Vine from my Lanyue Pavilion."

Having been posted to Xikou Island for decades, she has seen many people with such ulterior motives.

Some have obtained unknown ancient treasures, while others have picked rare spiritual herbs and visited them specifically to inquire for information.

Lanyue Pavilion encounters several cases every year, which is not surprising.

"Should we send someone to follow him?"

Deacon Wu's heart moved and he said tentatively.

"Forget it, the most urgent task is to send something like that to Fuyou City and hand it over to Patriarch Yin."

Waving his hand, Wu Feihe said solemnly: "If Ancestor Yin is interested in that thing, my aunt will remember you for your great contribution. After all, the treasure is covered in dust, but it was you who recognized the pearl and bought it from a casual cultivator forcefully.

"

"It's all due to my great-aunt's luck. I'm just responsible for my own treasure appraisal task."

Deacon Wu said with a slight smile, looking respectful.

At this time, he was filled with grief and helplessness.

When he appraised the valuable treasure, if his great-aunt hadn't been keeping an eye on it, he would have been prepared to swallow it secretly.

It's a pity that I have no chance with the treasure.

However, it would be some consolation if I could stay a little favored by Patriarch Yin.

He stayed at the Peak of Foundation Establishment for fifteen years just to wait for the Qingxu Transformation Pill distributed by the sect.

Even though my aunt is very prestigious on Xikou Island, she is still at the bottom among all the Yuan Dan in the sect.

Speaking of which, he was indeed queuing up to receive the Qingxu Transformation Pill, but from time to time he was interfered with by true disciples or the grandchildren of a certain mountain master. In recent years, he was even further back in the queue.

But this long wait is just a matter of words for Patriarch Yin.

"Auntie, maybe you can wait a year before going to Shuangcheng?"

Deacon Wu lowered his tone and said in a calm voice: "Senior Zhou Wuchun failed to protect the ship last time. It is said that the injury has not recovered yet."

"Moreover, there are rumors that the Zhou family and..."

At this point, Deacon Wu stopped with a strange expression and stopped talking.

"You want to say that the Zhou family has colluded with the evil cultivators in Shuangcheng?"

The corners of Wu Feihe's lips curled up, and he said confidently: "Under my command, Lan Yue, as many as a dozen spirit ships are crashed every year, and countless large spirit ships are hijacked. If it is all caused by insiders, our cultivation world has already become an evil cultivator.

The world is over!"

"What's more, even if it was the Zhou family's problem last time, they will definitely not dare to do it now. At the beginning of last month, the sect issued the sect master's order to express its intention to eradicate evil cultivators."

"At this time of crisis, if the Zhou family does something a little wrong, it will soon lead to the destruction of the whole family."

"What my aunt said is absolutely true."

After hearing this, Deacon Wu nodded repeatedly, but he didn't agree with it.

In the past hundred years alone, the Lanyue Sect has issued several sect leader orders to eradicate evil cultivators in the twin cities.

But evil cultivation is like a spark of fire that cannot be poured out and burns more and more.

However, within ten years after each suzerain's order was issued, the chance of a shipwreck was indeed reduced by more than half.

"I expect to stay in Shuangcheng for one or two years. During this period, you will have full authority to handle all matters in the cabinet."

Wu Feihe warned him and then motioned for him to step back.

The door to the secret room slowly closed. Wu Feihe poured a cup of fruit tea and began to think rapidly.

Zhou Wuchun's strength is low, not even as good as hers.

To ensure safety, she used her authority to contact the Yinluo Sect fifty thousand miles away.

This party has agreed to postpone the ship sailing date to the twin cities.

At that time, they will meet her in the southern waters of Xikou Island, and the two spiritual ships will sail into Fuyou City together.

The ship-guarding monk from the Yinluo Sect on this trip is a puppet master in the late Yuan Dan stage. He has powerful magical powers, which are comparable to those of ordinary Dzogchen masters.

With him in charge, ordinary evil cultivators in Shuang Cities should not dare to act rashly.

"Even if we encounter Jindan-level evil cultivators, I'm sorry they won't take my life as the elder of Lanyue Sect."

Wu Feihe looked very confident, raised his arm slightly, and sprinkled a few spiritual flowers into the teacup.

…

After saying goodbye to Deacon Wu, Chen Ping appeared at the corner of a certain pavilion.

Stopping, a sneer appeared on his face.

"This female cultivator in the early stage of Yuan Dan should be Wu Feihe, the master of the local Lan Yue Pavilion."

Chen Ping thought silently in his heart.

Although the others were not there, a ray of consciousness attached to Deacon Wu's shoulder and followed him into the secret room.

Due to the huge gap in soul power, Wu Feihe didn't notice any abnormalities at all in the early stage, allowing him to eavesdrop on all the conversations. It was really a mistake.

I originally monitored Deacon Wu just to prevent him from having evil thoughts.

Sure enough, the guy did propose to Wu Feihe to follow him.

"Hey, congratulations to Fellow Daoist Wu for saving his life."

The cold light in Chen Ping's eyes flashed quickly, and his color returned to normal immediately.

If these two people knew that he was a half-step golden elixir level expert, they would really be grateful.

He tried not to provoke the Lan Yue Sect, but once trouble came to his door, he would never shrink back and let it bully him.

Having said that, he did get some useful information from this eavesdropping.
To be continued...