"Is it successful?"

Hearing this, Zhang Song was instantly overjoyed. He directly stepped over Lu Li and Chen Zhong lying on the ground and excitedly grasped Qin Shouren's arms. "How is it? What's the feeling? What's the feeling?"

Only then did Qin Shouren notice Lu Li and Chen Zhong on the ground. His face changed, and his expression immediately turned pained. "I... I feel so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable..."

With that, he was about to collapse onto the ground.

"Humph! How dare you play tricks on me!" Zhang Song's face darkened at the sight. He grabbed Qin Shouren by the neck and lifted him up. "You feel uncomfortable, huh? I'll choke you to death."

"Don't!" Chen Zhong immediately got up from the ground when he saw this. "I'll tell you, I'll tell you..."

Seeing that it was impossible to hide it any longer, Lu Li reluctantly stood up as well.

Only then did Zhang Song let go of Qin Shouren and looked at Chen Zhong. "Speak up. Tell me your true feelings. I might consider taking you as my disciples. But if anyone dares to tell a single lie, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Just as Chen Zhong was about to speak, Zhang Song had a thought. "Wait. Come with me."

With that, he led Chen Zhong into the side room.

After a while, he brought Chen Zhong out and then took Lu Li and Qin Shouren in. Looking at Lu Li, he said, "Tell me. If what you say doesn't match what that little fat guy said even a bit, all three of you will die."

Old fox!

Lu Li cursed Zhang Song's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart, but he didn't dare to hide anything anymore.

After hearing Lu Li's words, Zhang Song burst out laughing so hard that tears rolled down his cheeks. "Hahaha! Thank heavens! Thank heavens! Finally, I've succeeded! I've succeeded!"

After saying that, without paying any attention to Lu Li and the other two, he rushed out of the room in a hurry and started rummaging frantically on the altar table. After searching for a while, he suddenly looked at Fan Zhengping, who was cowering at the door. "Where's the last alchemy recipe?"

Fan Zhengping was in charge of preparing the medicinal ingredients, controlling the fire, and recording the alchemy recipe. What's more crucial was that this time he hadn't even checked what the medicinal herbs he had brought back were. Without the alchemy recipe, all of this would be in vain.

"I... I forgot to write it down." Fan Zhengping's legs were shaking like a sieve.

"What did you say?!" Zhang Song's eyes turned red, and he seemed to go mad. He rushed to Fan Zhengping in a hurry, grabbed him by the collar, and shouted, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Master, am I really not as important as an alchemy recipe?" Fan Zhengping looked extremely dejected.

"You!" Zhang Song loosened his grip and changed his tone. "Zhengping, do you know what this alchemy recipe means to me? Stop fooling around. Give it to me quickly. From now on, I will surely cultivate you well."

"Cultivate me..." Fan Zhengping roared with tears in his eyes. "I'm ruined. Do you know that the palm you struck just now has already damaged my dantian, my dear master? Let me tell you, I've thrown the alchemy recipe into the earth fire. No one can get it now. No one can get it, hahaha..."

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"You're courting death!" Zhang Song was so angry that his veins bulged. He raised his hand and was about to strike Fan Zhengping on the top of his head.

Fan Zhengping didn't dodge at all. He just stared straight at Zhang Song.

Halfway through the downward movement of his palm, Zhang Song suddenly stopped. "It's not that easy to die. I'll keep you alive and torture you slowly until..."

Halfway through his words.

Zhang Song suddenly looked towards the courtyard gate.

Three men and women in blue clothes with long swords on their backs walked in one after another. On their chests were pinned a silver Great Sun medal, and in the middle of the Great Sun was an inserted blue sword.

"The immortals from the Qingyang Sect!"

Lu Li's face lit up with joy when he saw their attire.

"They've arrived rather quickly!" Zhang Song threw Fan Zhengping back into the main hall and walked towards the courtyard. Looking at the three of them, he said, "You little brats, are you tired of living? How dare you break into my Taoist temple without permission!"

The leading man looked at Zhang Song indifferently. "Zhang Song, the evil Taoist, you've got some nerve! How dare you use living people to test pills on the territory of our Qingyang Sect!"

"So what? We cultivators often face death. What's more, mortals are just like ants. Aren't they born to make contributions to us?"

"How audacious!" The girl in blue clothes on the left flew into a rage upon hearing this. "How many of us cultivators didn't come from the mortal world? You're acting against the will of heaven, blocking the cycle of the immortal path. Your crime is unforgivable!"

With that, she tapped her foot and flew towards Zhang Song. At the same time, her right hand turned into a palm, and a wisp of blue true qi emerged from her body and instantly transformed into a blue vine that coiled towards Zhang Song.

"How dare a mere sixth-level cultivator be so presumptuous!"

Zhang Song wasn't afraid at all. He struck out a palm from a distance, sending out a stream of fiery red true qi. When the true qi collided with the vine, a raging fire burst out instantly, burning like dry firewood and making crackling sounds.

The girl's face immediately turned pale, and she fell to the ground. The blue vine disappeared in an instant.

However, Zhang Song's flames didn't weaken at all and rushed directly towards the girl.

"Be careful, Junior Sister Xinyi!"

The leading man and the young man on the left shouted in unison. They flew forward, sending out a red and a blue stream of true qi towards Zhang Song while pulling Zhou Xinyi behind them.

"A mere seventh-level cultivator can't do anything to me!"

Zhang Song struck out another palm with his left hand, and another stream of fiery red true qi surged out. Two balls of fire rushed towards the two of them respectively.

"This evil Taoist is so fierce."

In the hall, Lu Li, Qin Shouren, and Chen Zhong exchanged glances, their hearts pounding.

If these three couldn't defeat Zhang Song, they wouldn't end up well either.

At this moment, Fan Zhengping, who had been silent all along, walked towards Lu Li.

Lu Li frowned and took two steps back. "What do you want to do?"

Qin Shouren and Chen Zhong immediately moved closer to Lu Li when they heard this, looking very vigilant.

"I... I mean no harm." Fan Zhengping had a pained expression on his face. Trembling, he took out a piece of yellow paper from his bosom and handed it shakily to Lu Li. "Here, this is the alchemy recipe for the Puncture Acupoint Pill. I have no chance of achieving immortality in this life. I'm giving it to you."

"The alchemy recipe?"

Lu Li, Qin Shouren, and Chen Zhong exchanged glances, and they all saw the joy in each other's eyes. Lu Li snatched the recipe over and asked in disbelief, "Why are you doing this?"

Fan Zhengping took a look at Zhang Song, who was in the middle of the battle outside. "I've helped him kill so many people that I almost forgot that I was also captured by him once. Until today, I finally realized that although everything seems to have changed, in fact, it hasn't changed at all. I was a mortal when I came, and I'm still a mortal when I leave..."

After saying that, he took out a pitch-black pill and stuffed it into his mouth. "Test subjects, test subjects, Fan Zhengping is coming to accompany you..."

Clatter!

Looking at Fan Zhengping lying on the ground and twitching violently, Lu Li and the other two had mixed feelings in their hearts.

"Is this what's called karma in the books?"

Lu Li murmured to himself. With a thought, he had already put the alchemy recipe into the storage space of the small tower in his hand.

In the distance, the battle was still going on.

After successive bombardments of true qi, both Zhang Song and the three people from the Qingyang Sect looked exhausted. However, the three from the Qingyang Sect clearly had the upper hand. Even though only one of them was at the seventh level of Qi Refining, the talismans they threw out one after another and the pills they swallowed from time to time were things that Zhang Song didn't have.

In a battle between cultivators, it’s not just a matter of cultivation level; the hidden trump cards are the key to victory.