Lu Qing had no intention of meeting this Senior Brother. Just as the purple light had vanished, he had returned his full attention to his own cultivation.

Regarding Direct Disciples like this, Lu Qing had only heard hearsay about the connections between the nine of them from Senior Brother Wang. If he were to get involved, who knew what kind of trouble might descend from the heavens.

"Being a Direct Disciple is good, but there are too many disciples eyeing the position of Direct Disciple."

Lu Qing shook his head slightly. Afterwards, he learned of the fate of that tenth Direct Disciple. In his view, the other party was someone with great fate.

However, one must not forget that those nine people who were able to catch the eye of his Master, were personally accepted, given Dharma names, and listed as Direct Disciples—who among them was not a peerless prodigy in the past?

Great fate, great Qi Fortune—could it be that they did not have these? That was naturally impossible. It was just that they happened to encounter this golden age of cultivation, and the individuals with great Qi Fortune who appeared were more conspicuous than those before.

Especially after being listed as a Direct Disciple, one could look forward to the positions of the Ten Great True disciples of the Dao Sect, or even ascend to become a Dao Sect Walker, honored as a Dao Child.

Too many gazes were focused on them, focused on these Direct Disciples. Lu Qing had always avoided getting too close to these Cultivators. The wisps of pale cyan Qi Fortune above his head had undergone a slight change today.

The direction of the change was good, but Lu Qing knew that his current Qi Fortune could at best be considered decent; it was far from comparable to those Children of fate. If there were any changes in the fate and heavenly secrets between them, the aspects he would need to deal with could not simply be avoided by keeping a low profile.

He released his Divine Sense and swept a glance over Sun Moon Peak. After confirming that no accidents had occurred in the mountain, he turned around and sat back down beneath the glowing Star Tree.

There had been many things happening today, but needless to say, when sorted out, it was actually just one thing: a golden age of cultivation where even the indifferent would have a stir of emotion.

"The celestial star Yinghuo has descended, and strife in the world has arisen once more. Under the current circumstances, as long as there are no accidents in the Spiritual Plant Garden, generally no one will target it."

Lu Qing had heard of the reputation of the so-called Ten Great True disciples, but that was too far out of his reach for now. Being able to safely work as a deacon here and cultivation without waves or ripples was the principle of conduct Lu Qing had always followed.

However, as he realized his thoughts here in Sun Moon Peak and received guidance that cleared the clouds to reveal the sun, he was also searching for that wisp of opportunity regarding the Five Elements.

Furthermore, millions of miles away to the North, where sight could not reach and gazes could not fall, lay the Four Directions Land.

At this moment, due to the appearance of Immortal cultivators, the descent of Yinghuo, and other matters mixed together, it seemed increasingly treacherous and unpredictable.

This place, Black Tiger Mountain.

It was originally a gathering place for some great demons and Evil Demons.

The cultivation world often says that a human body is hard to obtain and hard to cultivation.

For the Demon Race, the perfect and flawless body is the human form; that is the legendary era of the ancient epoch that can be traced back to the time when Immortals flew to the heavens, wandering the Northern Sea and dusk at Cangwu.

The human body is a place where the Innate is born. For the Demon Race, transformation is a major threshold that distinguishes great demons from ordinary Demon Race members. They also have their own standards for cultivation and Dao practice: a minor tribulation every five hundred years, and a great transformation tribulation every thousand years. This is no easier than the cultivation of Immortal cultivators, though this applies to the cultivation of pure and spiritual Yao Cultivators.

The Dao is endless and infinite, difficult to express in words and text. Since there is the Immortal path and the Demonic Path, naturally, not all of the Demon Race focus on refining their hearts, improving their state of mind, and polishing their Dao. Sin and slaughter also exist in abundance among these Demon Race members, and most of those gathered in Black Tiger Mountain are those who have fallen into this path.

"Dong dong dong!"

Although they had become Evil Demons, this place, Black Tiger Mountain, had learned some things from the cultivation assemblies.

Gongs and drums were struck.

Small demons who had failed their transformation in twos and threes—some left with a bird's head, some covered in scales, some having grown thick tails... small demons with various green, oily eyes were beating gongs and drums in the mountains, carrying rows of fresh, piping hot flesh behind them.

A cave entrance was revealed ahead.

The inside of the cave was spacious, and the stench of blood wafted out.

This group of small demons entered inside.

Inside, tables were set up. At the very top sat a tiger demon, and below, several demons were scattered, sitting, crouching, or lying down. The Demonic aura and blood-evil on their bodies surged into the sky, making one feel uncomfortable from the bottom of their heart.

"Hehe, today this old one will reward you all, Immortals!" The tiger demon had also learned the ways of the Immortal path and addressed the demons present as Immortals.

The demons below were very pleased to hear this.

"Why must the Tiger King be so polite? It is often said that the flesh of an Immortal is even more delicious than that of the mortals here. I just don't know if we will have that opportunity today?"

A black fox below giggled. It was a female voice, but she had not yet transformed into a human face. Drool flowed from her fox mouth, and as if thinking of something, she swallowed her saliva again.

"The flesh of an Immortal will be eaten very soon!"

"Oh? Does the Tiger King have some explanation for this?" The spider Spirit Monster's Demonic aura flashed.

"Hmph, the major Holy Sects have long issued a decree. I am not afraid to tell you all today: don't look at how Nine Immortals Sect has come so aggressively; in reality, they are already turtles in a jar, no..."

The rest of the "nothing to worry about" had not yet been fully spoken.

On the lively and stench-filled banquet, a young man's figure suddenly appeared.

He looked at the surrounding environment with a trace of disgust on his face, but thinking of his caution just now, he felt it was unnecessary when facing these demons who were only in the Purple Mansion Realm.

"Caution is the parent of safety; Junior Brother Lu's words are indeed well-spoken."

The person who arrived was none other than Wang Chunfeng, who had reached this place.

He looked towards the top.

These Demon Race demons, every single one of them, were entangled in blood sins and were not practitioners of pure cultivation.

Seeing Wang Chunfeng reveal his true form, that aura was extremely profound. Many of the Yao Cultivators who had always lived here suddenly had their expressions change drastically.

After all, no one understood better than them how terrifying the Nine Heavens Immortal cultivators were. Even the majestic Holy Sects of ancient times could only be trapped here.

"Flee!"

In an instant, there was absolutely no desperate struggle. Countless black shadows, blood lights, and black mists turned into a screeching mass, like scattered flowers, each taking their own path and fleeing in all directions.