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The gentle breeze blew gently. Zhang Qiang and others looked at Niubi nervously, but Niubi ignored them completely.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, an hour had passed. Just when the few people were bored, the glow of the sky surged, and auspicious birds galloped. A huge wooden ship appeared on the top of the sea of clouds.

"Here it comes!" Wang Zun's expression became serious. He straightened his robe and stood solemnly.

Niubi and others followed Wang Zun's example and stood behind him with their hands hanging down.

The huge wooden ship was surrounded by spiritual light, and figures shuttled on it, looking very imposing. When the huge ship approached the mountain gate of the Tian Yun Sect, Wang Zun's spiritual power burst out all over his body, and he shouted loudly.

"Are the people coming the predecessors of the Ling Yun Sect? I am the eldest disciple of the Double Supreme True Person, Wang Zun!" Wang Zun's voice was clear and resounding, shaking the valley. His yellow robe fluttered with the wind, and with his handsome face, he looked very majestic.

"Hehe, it turns out to be the beloved disciple of Brother Yang. I am the elder of the Ling Yun Sect, Wang Feng. I have brought the disciples of the sect to attend this grand event!"

On the wooden ship, an old man had a long beard reaching his chest, and spiritual light surged in his eyes. Although his voice was not loud, it was extremely clear to everyone's ears.

After the old man reported his name, Wang Zun's expression changed, and he bowed and said, "It turns out to be Elder Guangling. I am respectful to you! Please come into the mountain!"

After saying that, Wang Zun smiled at Elder Guangling, and then reached out and raised his hand behind him, making a gesture of invitation.

Elder Guangling laughed heartily, and with a single point in the void, the huge wooden ship slowly descended. When the wooden ship landed on the ground, Elder Guangling moved his sleeve, and the wooden ship disappeared. Hundreds of figures appeared in front of Wang Zun and others.

Niubi was secretly amazed. Such a huge wooden ship must require a lot of spiritual power to control it. Moreover, the Ling Yun Sect was thousands of miles away from the Tian Yun Mountain. How much spiritual power would be needed to support it?

When the wooden ship disappeared, Elder Guangling led the disciples of the Ling Yun Sect towards the mountain gate of the Tian Yun Sect.

Wang Zun turned to look at Niubi and nodded at him. Niubi understood and immediately asked Zhang Qiang and others to lead the people of the Ling Yun Sect into the mountain. Then he continued to wait at the mountain gate with Wang Zun.

In the blink of an eye, a day passed. Besides the Ling Yun Sect, some immortal cultivation families and solitary cultivators who were familiar with the exchange conference of the two sects also came one after another.

Accompanied by Wang Zun, Niubi did not make any mistakes. As for Zhang Qiang and others, after seeing that Niubi did not do anything to them, the fear in their hearts disappeared. In their opinion, although Niubi entered the inner courtyard, he was still the disciple of thewho could be bullied at will.

As the sky grew darker, after a day of completing the task and obtaining some additional spiritual energy, Niubi returned to the Double Supreme Courtyard with Wang Zun. Standing for a day was not very tiring for Niubi at this time, but he still wanted to go back and cultivate earlier. So after saying goodbye to Wang Zun, he turned and returned to his room.

When Niubi returned to his room and just took off his Tian Yun Sect robe, suddenly there were two crisp knocks on the door. Niubi was slightly stunned and looked at the door in surprise, asking, "Who?"

"Senior Brother Niubi, Master asks you to come over!" The childish voice of the doorkeeper boy came into Niubi's ears. Niubi frowned, not knowing why Yang Mingju was looking for him, but still quickly put on his clothes and followed the boy to Yang Mingju's room.

Inside the luxurious and grand room, the lights were bright, and Yang Mingju sat on the soft couch with a smile on his face. But Niubi did not know why. Whenever he was with Yang Mingju, he had an indescribable sense of danger, as if beneath this seemingly kind body, there was a ferocious beast hidden.

"Master, you are looking for me?" Niubi respectfully looked at Yang Mingju, hoping to find the reason for his discomfort on the other's face.

"Yes! In every previous exchange conference, it will be divided into three parts. The first part, the two sects will spend a month studying immortal methods and Taoist arts together. The second part, a month for item trading. The third part is a month-long trial at the Trial Cliff."

At this point, Yang Mingju paused slightly and continued, "When the two sects exchange immortal methods, everyone can challenge and spar with each other. Although casualties are strictly prohibited, the battles of immortal methods are extremely dangerous, and casualties are inevitable. I am worried because you have just entered the sect. So I called you here today to give you some pills to help you cultivate!"

After saying that, Yang Mingju swept his mind in the storage ring. More than a dozen red flower pills appeared in his palm.

Niubi's body trembled, and his heart was immediately filled with ecstasy. What he lacked the most now was time. With these flower pills, he believed that the time to break through the third level of the Qi Condensation stage would be greatly shortened.

"Thank you, Master!" Niubi bowed and hurriedly walked forward, respectfully receiving the flower pills from Yang Mingju's hand and looking at them carefully.

The flower pills were completely red. Spiritual light emerged on the pills. Light spiritual energy constantly coiled around the pills, and a wisp of the pill fragrance lingered at the tip of the nose.

Niubi sighed in his heart. Alas! Fakes can never be real. Looking at the pills he refined from waste pills and those refined by alchemists, there is a world of difference.

"Well, since the pills have been given to you, then you can go back. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. With your strength, no one should challenge you. Hurry up and cultivate!"

Yang Mingju looked at Niubi and smiled faintly, comforting him.

Niubi respectfully replied and then turned to leave. But when Niubi was about to walk out of the door, Yang Mingju thought for a moment and said, "Niubi, this is my token. With this, you can go to the library and select the immortal methods suitable for your cultivation!"

When Niubi heard this and turned around, he saw that there was an extra yellow token in Yang Mingju's hand. Then Yang Mingju gently pushed, and the token flew steadily to Niubi's side as if supported by something.

Niubi was extremely happy. He had long wanted to look for some cultivation techniques but had no opportunity. Now, both pills and techniques came at once.

After excitedly thanking Yang Mingju again, Niubi walked out of the room and hurried back to his residence.

Yang Mingju sat cross-legged on the comfortable soft couch, lost in thought. After a long while, he let out a long sigh.

"Alas! Do the whole act. I hope his spiritual root can mutate again earlier. If it can reach the fourth grade or above, hehe, then there is hope for forming a core!"

After saying that, Yang Mingju carefully took out an exquisite round box from his bosom. Inside the box, a red bug was lying quietly. And when Yang Mingju's eyes saw the bug, they suddenly became extremely fanatical, and a hideous smile hung on the corner of his mouth...