Cultivation: From Servant to Revered Immortal-Chapter 208 - 138: Zhou Jingsong: Have I Become Master White Cloud’s Grand-Disciple?

Chapter 208: Chapter 138: Zhou Jingsong: Have I Become Master White Cloud’s Grand-Disciple?

Leaving White Cloud Immortal City, Zhou Xun returned to the Golden Spring Cave Mansion.

"Husband... I’ve reached the Eighth-Layer Qi Refining!"

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Song Yiqing, who had returned from the White Cloud Spirit Pool, wearing a peach-colored palace skirt, her face full of joy.

"Not bad, you should be able to achieve Qi Refining Perfection before sixty!"

Zhou Xun swept with his Divine Sense and found that Song Yiqing, after the baptism of the White Cloud Spirit Pool, was now an Eighth-Layer Qi Refining cultivator. Zhou Xun smiled and said,

"Hmm..."

After pondering for a while, he took out two magical artifacts from his Storage Bag.

One for attack, one for defense.

The attacking one was the Golden Cicada Mother-Child Blade he used in the past.

The defending one was the high-grade Golden Ring.

With Zhou Xun now at Late-Stage Foundation Establishment and Body Refining Sixth Layer cultivation, ordinary top-grade spiritual artifacts were as good as useless to him.

Only those few special magical artifacts like the Golden Wheel provided him any benefit.

If not for Song Yiqing being only at Late-Stage Qi Refining, Zhou Xun would have gifted him several more magical artifacts.

"Thank you, Husband!"

Song Yiqing happily accepted them.

"We’ve been together for years, no need for such formalities!" Zhou Xun laughed heartily, scooped her up in his arms, and headed towards the bedroom.

There was no sleep that night.

The next day, after eating Spirit Rice, Zhou Xun began his daily cultivation.

Meanwhile, the news that Master White Cloud would once again take on disciples after a century spread throughout White Cloud Immortal City.

...

Danhai Pavilion.

Zhou Jingsong sat cross-legged in the Alchemy Room, facing a top-grade bronze Pill Furnace, surrounded by Spirit Flame fueled by Silver Spirit Wood Charcoal.

He once again attempted to refine a Tier Two Low-Grade Yuan Condensing Pill.

After visiting his mentor Zhou Xun and receiving guidance, he gained a clearer understanding of the errors in his Yuan Condensing Pill refinement process.

He didn’t possess Zhou Xun’s unmatched talent in alchemy, relying instead on diligence to make up for shortcomings.

Basically, apart from cultivation, he put all his time into alchemy.

He was the epitome of dedication to pill refinement.

This also made his foundational skills in alchemy extremely solid.

After an indefinite period, the fragrance of the pill emanated from the furnace.

Zhou Jingsong’s expression didn’t change as he calmly made spell marks, sending Condensing Pill Techniques toward the Pill Furnace.

As time went by, the fragrance in the furnace grew stronger and stronger.

"Rise!"

Suddenly, Zhou Jingsong waved his hand, and the furnace’s lid automatically opened, sending a pill flying into his palm.

"Snap—"

A light cracking sound was heard, with a noticeable crack appearing on the pill, its color turning dim, yet it still retained the shape of a pill.

"A flawed success!"

Zhou Jingsong breathed a sigh of relief.

With more practice, he would surely be able to successfully refine a genuine Yuan Condensing Pill.

Currently, he could barely be considered a Tier Two Low-Grade Alchemist.

Closing his eyes to nourish his spirit, he reviewed every step of his refining process in his mind, carefully analyzing and summarizing.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, ready to attempt refinement again.

Just then, a fluctuation came from the restriction of the Alchemy Room.

Someone was looking for him.

Zhou Jingsong stood up and left the Alchemy Room.

"Brother Zhou, big news, big news!" A thick-browed, big-eyed middle-aged man appeared, his face full of excitement and flushed red.

This man was named Hu Yuanxiong, a friend of Zhou Jingsong with Early-Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivation, recruited by Zhou Jingsong, now serving as a tributor in Danhai Pavilion.

"It’s Brother Hu, what news do you have? Take your time, no rush!" Zhou Jingsong smiled slightly.

"Oh, you don’t know, outside they’re all saying that Master White Cloud is taking on disciples again after a hundred years, and the ceremony is to be held at Cyan Ape Hall in six days!"

"Indeed, Master White Cloud taking on disciples is a significant event for Immortal City!" Zhou Jingsong nodded.

"Do you know who the disciple is?"

Hu Yuanxiong suddenly slowed down, teasingly dropping hints, but the excitement in his eyes was apparent.

"Who?" Zhou Jingsong cooperatively asked.

"Alchemist Zhou!" The middle-aged man exclaimed excitedly.

"Me, how is that possible?" At first, Zhou Jingsong didn’t react, as others usually called him Alchemist Zhou, and he instinctively thought it was about him.

But he quickly realized, his tone also tinged with excitement!

"You mean, my master?"

"Exactly Alchemist Zhou!" Hu Yuanxiong nodded emphatically.

"Brother Zhou, you’re now the grand-disciple of Master White Cloud!" The middle-aged man’s face was full of excitement.

After Zhou Xun joined Master White Cloud’s sect, his disciples naturally rose alongside him, becoming a part of the Immortal City’s lineage.

As a tributor of Danhai Pavilion, Hu Yuanxiong also felt a sense of honor.

The future of Danhai Pavilion had every potential to advance further.

Originally, he joined for Zhou Jingsong’s sake, but it seemed now that he had made the right move.

Just then, a young man in white, handsome and vigorous, burst in.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother!"

"Great news!"

"Master has been taken as a disciple by Master White Cloud!"

It was Wang Shun, Zhou Xun’s junior disciple.

"We’ve become the rightful grand-disciples of Master White Cloud!" Wang Shun was full of excitement.

Only then did he notice Hu Yuanxiong at the side.

"Elder Hu is here too!"

"I came to tell Brother Zhou this news!" The middle-aged man laughed heartily.

Soon, more people came to Danhai Pavilion to share the news.

Before long, everyone in Danhai Pavilion knew of Zhou Xun’s entry into Master White Cloud’s sect.

The whole Danhai Pavilion was in an uproar.

Alchemy apprentices, Spirit Contract Servants, and stewards all celebrated together.

They had always been oppressed by White Cloud Pill Workshop, often bullied when encountered.

Considering the opposing party was the direct line of White Cloud Immortal City, they had to endure silently.

But now, their leader Zhou Xun was also taken under Master White Cloud’s wing; both shared Immortal City roots, who feared whom?

Suddenly, someone stood up:

"I’m going to White Cloud Pill Workshop to settle accounts with those brats, is anyone coming with me?"

"Count me in!"

"Count me in!"

One after another stood up, heading mightily towards White Cloud Pill Workshop.

They wanted the people of White Cloud Pill Workshop to also get a taste of Danhai Pavilion’s fist!

...

In Golden Spring Lane,

Zhou Xun stayed inside the cave mansion, naturally unaware of the commotion outside.

He was cultivating the Spirit Wood True Technique in the Cultivation Room.

Suddenly, the token on his waist moved, and Song Yiqing’s voice came through:

"Husband, Master Hongyu of White Cloud Pill Workshop and Elder Lv Jingwen have come to visit!"

Hearing this, Zhou Xun’s heart stirred.

He stopped his cultivation and went to the reception room.

"Greetings, Martial Uncle!"

As soon as he entered, Lv Jingwen bowed deeply, performing a grand salute.

Lv Qingyuan also clasped his hands in salute.

"Junior Brother!"

"What brings Senior Brother to my place today!"

Zhou Xun laughed heartily. Yesterday he had officially been taken into Master White Cloud’s sect, naturally forming a brotherhood with Lv Qingyuan and others.

"As your Senior Brother, you’ve joined our master’s sect, how could I not come to celebrate!" Lv Qingyuan chuckled softly.

Casually brushing his hand by his waist, several spirit lights fell on the table between the two.

Zhou Xun glanced over, eyes widening immediately:

"Senior Brother, this... is too precious!"