Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

Chapter 765 The Only Pure White Jasmine Flower in the Cultivation World (11)

Zhihan received messages from elders of various immortal sects early in the morning. Some said that the demon race had invaded again, while others said that someone had gone mad and was causing havoc in the various immortal sects.

Without exception, they all asked Zhihan to uphold justice, because their things weren't so easy to take.

"Lord Zhihan, you must stand up for us!"

"Yes, my lord, the Hundred Flowers Gathering cannot afford any more mishaps."

"We beg the God to intervene, otherwise we will not come to the Hundred Flowers Festival next time."

.......

The scene resembled a vegetable market. Zhihan gestured and said, "Elders, please be quiet."

"I will handle this matter well, elders, please wait patiently." Having said that, Zhihan, fearing he wouldn't be able to persuade them, instructed the celestial attendant, "Record the intruder's appearance."

"No need, I have a photo stone here, just leave it here."

"Yes."

As soon as the footage came on, Zhihan recognized the person.

Xiong Bufan first knocked on the window to lure people out and ask them if he was beautiful. Then, enraged, he took out his weapon to intimidate and rob them. The elders were afraid, so they took out their storage rings and magical artifacts.

The photo stone also had Xiong Bufan's face on it, presumably because after being picked up and examined closely, he found it wasn't a good thing and quickly put it down, then left.

Seeing this, the elders couldn't help but get angry again; this person was simply going too far.

Zhihan is now nominally Xiong Bufan's son, so naturally he wouldn't sell her.

"Elders, please be patient. We will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly."

Now, I also ask all elders to keep a close eye on their disciples and not to let them go out alone.

The secret realm will open this afternoon. Elders, please prepare accordingly.

"Yes, Lord Zhihan."

Zhihan also gave an explanation, and the elders of the immortal sects left the main hall in small groups.

They recognized that the woman had fought against four divine lords yesterday and completely defeated three of them, but so what? The Hundred Flowers Society's failure to handle the matter and the robbery should be blamed on the Heaven-Slaying Sect.

Now, of their five pillars of divine authority, one is dead and three are crippled. If they aren't dealt with, who should be?

After seeing off the elders and sect leaders of various immortal sects, Zhi Han was exhausted both physically and mentally, and he was too lazy to curse those people for kicking him when he was down.

In the immortal realm, weakness is the original sin.

When Zhihan arrived, Xiong Bufan was fast asleep in bed, preparing to recharge for his robbery.

"Father, Father."

Xiong Bufan vaguely heard someone calling him, and he opened his eyes groggily, "What do you want?"

"Father, I have heard that the demon race has many treasures, so I have come to tell you."

The secret realm is about to open. If we let this woman stay here any longer, who knows what trouble she might cause? It's better to trick her away sooner rather than later.

Xiong Bufan yawned and sat up in bed. "Then go and snatch it back for me. You know I'm getting old."

If you don't go, you'll be unfilial.

Zhihan hadn't expected to dig a hole for himself. There seemed to be thunder outside the palace, as if the thunder would explode right above his head if he refused.

"Father, I'll have someone accompany you."

The journey to the demon realm is long and arduous; I'm worried about leaving you without anyone to care for you."

Xiong Bufan nodded. "Yes, good son."

"Father, when will you set off?"

"In a few days, by the way, remember to prepare a crane to pull my carriage, flower petals to pave the road, ten fairy maids in front and behind, and guards. I don't want to be looked down upon."

By the way, I want all new stuff, don't try to fool me with secondhand items that someone else has used.

The materials used to build the float were collected from all walks of life. The float was originally a practical and beautiful ritual object, so finding all the materials would have been extremely difficult.

Knowing that he could get rid of Xiong Bufan, Zhihan could only grit his teeth and force himself to nod, afraid that he would refuse.

Xiong Bufan: "Don't forget to prepare some dry rations for me. I want to eat a Manchu Han Imperial Feast, and I need hot meals and fairy fruits every day."

Blood seeped from the corner of Zhihan's mouth, clearly indicating that he was quite angry with Xiong Bufan. However, he couldn't beat him in a fight, nor could he curse him. He was completely suppressed in every way and could only endure it.

When Xiong Bufan saw that he was spitting blood, he waved his hand and said, "You'd better get out of here, don't drip blood in my room."

"Yes, father."

When Zhihan walked out of Xiong Bufan's room, he looked more than ten years older, and his face had become weathered.

Xiong Bufan lay back down to sleep; it was time to rest.

When the secret realm opened in the afternoon, Xiong Bufan was not present; he was still resting at home.

The life we ​​live now is a good life, a compensation for the hard times we went through before.

The elders and sects of the various immortal sects did not cause trouble afterward, mainly because they were afraid that Zhihan would use underhanded tricks in the secret realm to harm their disciples.

After all, the immortal sects have a great deal of control over their own secret realms. Each major immortal sect has one or two secret realms, which disciples from each sect explore in turn.

Zhihan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Xiong Bufan hadn't come to cause trouble.

Disciples from various immortal sects entered the secret realm one after another. Basically, everyone can only enter the secret realm three times in their lifetime. Once they reach the level of an upper immortal, they can no longer enter the secret realm.

In this world, anyone with the potential to cultivate can do so. The levels of immortals are divided into six categories: Miscellaneous Immortal, Earth Immortal, Heavenly Immortal, Upper Immortal, Demigod, God, and Supreme God. Each time an immortal advances, they will be subject to a tribulation of lightning.

Above the Supreme Gods lies the Upper Realm, where one can truly leave this small world and begin cultivation.

The Supreme Gods are the highest fighting force in this world. Because ascending to the Upper Realm requires undergoing a tribulation of lightning, and one must start all over again after ascension, very few Supreme Gods are willing to ascend. Most Supreme Gods remain in this world.

Lan Xi is only at the Celestial Immortal level this year, which is why he was able to enter the secret realm. He is currently walking around and looking at things, stuffing any good immortal herbs he sees into his pocket. He was robbed yesterday and is very poor now.

Zhihan and some sect elders and leaders came to the conference room to discuss where the next Hundred Flowers Gathering would be held, and it was impossible for the Yitian Sect to do so.

The elders of the immortal sects were somewhat reluctant to accept this, as no new secret realms would be created, and no one was willing to use their limited resources to support other immortal sects.

The immortal herbs grow very slowly, and the secret realm takes a long time to recover each time a Hundred Flowers Festival is held.

During Zhiwei's heyday, Shengjing Tianmen was ranked second, but now they were expressing their ambition to become the number one immortal sect in the world. "Our sect has several Venerables and three secret realms. We, the Shengjing Immortal Sect, will host the next Hundred Flowers Gathering." After saying this, the person in charge of Shengjing Tianmen, Beihai Shenjun, glanced at Zhihan.

He absolutely had to fight for the position of the number one immortal sect in the world.

Zhihan smiled, his expression unchanged, "The Northern Sea God is truly righteous."

“However, I have one condition,” the North Sea God emphasized, drawing out his words.

Other elders from the immortal sects: "What are the conditions?"

"I want to hold it once every hundred years; a ten-year interval is simply too short."

The opportunity for advancement that used to come once every ten years has become once every hundred years, which is a huge difference from before.

The major immortal sects: "This...."

Zhihan watched from the sidelines, knowing that the position of the number one immortal sect could not be held, so he treated everything that was happening as just a spectacle.

Lord of the North Sea: "If anyone has any objections, they may apply for the next Hundred Flowers Festival."

The gods looked at Zhihan, hoping he would step up. Zhihan picked up a cup of tea and kept pouring it into his mouth.

The eldest disciple and Wu De cared about these empty titles, but they are both currently in seclusion.

The North Sea God smiled and waited for the reply from the elders of the immortal sects.

Even the shortest lifespan of an immortal is a thousand years, so it's enough for them to visit the secret realm of the Hundred Flowers Gathering once in their lifetime.

"Very well, we'll do as the God says."

"Hmm." After saying that, the North Sea God gave Zhihan a provocative look.

Zhihan continued drinking tea. Once his senior brother and Wude came out, the position of the number one immortal sect would still belong to their Yitian Sect. For now, it was better to keep a low profile.