MSBITRS Chapter 80 V2

Leaning closer, she peeked at the text in his hands. “Whatcha reading?”

“Refining restriction seals,” he replied. “I’m thinking of trying a few in the foundation of a formation array.”

“Oh? Are you planning to upgrade Little Qiong Peak’s pill furnace barrier?”

Li Changshou nodded. “Exactly.”

“Didn’t you just finish building that array? Hasn’t even been a hundred years—why the sudden upgrade? Still aiming to suppress spiritual energy and stabilize the base?”

“Right again.”

“Alright then—I’m in!”
Jiujiu’s eyes sparkled as she held up two fingers. “Two years’ worth of Immortal Brew, Beauty’s Kiss, and that Hundred-River Aged Spirit!
Plus—three hundred more of those little spirit pills!”

Li Changshou agreed without hesitation. “Deal.”

Jiujiu suddenly felt a little guilty—it kind of felt like she was extorting her poor little Martial Nephew.

She had originally planned to pester him for more wine on the spot, but now, hands tucked behind her back, she leaned quietly against the stone wall, a bit lost in thought…

Li Changshou glanced at her, then went back to reading.

“I’ll probably be here for another month. You should continue your cultivation. Just wait for me a little while.”

Jiujiu blinked, then whispered,
“Mm. I’ll wait right here. A month will fly by in no time.”

Li Changshou suddenly remembered—Martial Uncle Jiuwu had gone to Central Divine Continent for the Three Sects Summit preparations and hadn’t returned yet.

If little Martial Aunt had just finished secluded training, she probably hadn’t had a proper drink in days.

Li Changshou casually pulled out another treasure pouch and handed it to Jiujiu.
“An advance payment for the job—but for now, it’s only Beauty’s Brew.”

Jiujiu scratched her head awkwardly. “Aw, that’s kind of embarrassing…”

“Then never mind—”

Li Changshou made a show of pulling his hand back, but Jiujiu snatched the pouch right out of it.

“You already took it out! You can’t just take it back!
Hmph! Your Martial Aunt will graciously accept it!”

Li Changshou chuckled, eyes narrowing with amusement, and returned to memorizing the restriction seals.

Next to him, Jiujiu yawned, grabbed a jade token inscribed with a technique, and slowly began reading beside him, tossing a couple of Spiritwine Pills into her mouth along the way.

“Easy on those,” Li Changshou reminded her. “They can make you tipsy.”

“Mmm…
But they taste so good!”

Before long, Li Changshou heard a soft snore coming from beside him…

He sighed inwardly. Somehow, it always felt like his little Martial Aunt’s personality only matched about ten percent of her age.

But, in a way, that wasn’t so bad.

The Spiritwine Pills weren’t the only kind he had made—he had a few other types as well. But giving them all at once wouldn’t be as fun. Better to hand them out slowly.

Clearing his mind, he focused back on memorizing the restriction techniques.

After all, as a seventh-stage Return-to-Void disciple, it wasn’t exactly appropriate for him to be frequenting the Dao Repository too often. Every visit should be used to the fullest—to commit everything he needed to memory.

And so, from this moment forward…

“I am an emotionless artifact-copying machine.”

Far away in the northeastern region of the Central Divine Continent, within a secluded range of towering mountains—

A floating immortal island hovered above the peaks, filled with countless pavilions and grand halls. White clouds drifted lazily around it, with celestial music faintly ringing through the air. Layers upon layers of powerful formations wrapped around the island like a fortress.

Now this—this-this was the grandeur of a true top-tier sect.

This place was home to the Jin’gong Sect, a direct lineage of the Chan School, which revered Chijing, a famed cultivator of old, as their spiritual ancestor.

Chijing had once cultivated in the Cloudsky Cave of Mount Taihua, a blessed paradise, and had occasionally revealed his presence here in Jin’gong.

This immortal sect was one of the top ten righteous sects of the Chan School—true bloodline, strong foundation, and serious power.

And it was also one of the initiators of the upcoming Three Sects Origins Conference.

The goal of this conference? To ease the mounting tensions between the Chan and Jie schools.

You see, the Three Purities—Taiqing (the Grand Pure), Yuqing (the Jade Pure), and Shangqing (the Supreme Pure)—were originally one. After the Great God Pangu opened the heavens and fell, his soul split into the Three Friends: Laozi (Taiqing), Yuanshi Tianzun (Yuqing), and Tongtian Jiaozhu (Shangqing), forming what later became known as the Daoist “One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones” legend.

Originally, all three lived together on Mount Kunlun, but after becoming disciples of Hongjun, the supreme Daoist Patriarch, they transformed the Xuan Sect into the Dao Sect, with Hongjun recognized as the Dao Ancestor.

However, due to differing views on how to teach and select disciples, tensions arose, especially between Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu.

Yuanshi criticized Tongtian’s senior disciple, Duobao, and Tongtian, frustrated, moved his entire sect to the Southern Sea in protest.

Thus, when the three achieved sainthood, they each founded their sect:

• Yuanshi Tianzun founded the Chan School, which advocated for “illuminating the Dao and enlightening all beings,” but only accepted disciples who had virtue, fortune, and destiny.

• Tongtian Jiaozhu founded the Jie School, preaching that “even the smallest chance at survival should be offered to all beings,” and accepted anyone he liked, regardless of background.

• Laozi founded the Ren School, secluded himself in the heavens to comprehend the Great Dao, and only took a single disciple: the Grandmaster Xuandu.

The root of the conflict between the Chan and Jie schools was Tongtian’s rebellious streak and open-door disciple policy clashing with Yuanshi’s stricter ideals.

Still, despite the differences, the bond between the Three Purities was deep, and all three schools ultimately stemmed from the same origin.

Hence, some great sects took the initiative to organize the Three Sects Origins Conference, hoping to restore harmony among them.

All the major players from both Chan and Jie schools showed up for the planning stage—each a powerhouse from the Great Desolation era.

The Ren School, having only a handful of direct descendants, brought along the Du’xian Sect as part of the delegation to balance out the numbers.

But even though preparations had started over a year ago… the actual conference still hadn’t begun.

Every day, Jiuwu and two other stewards from Du’xian followed their two elders around: bowing, greeting people, attending lectures, listening to sermons, and socializing with other immortals.

This phase—called the “Sitting and Discussing the Dao” portion—might go on for another three to five years.

Starting preparations a full hundred years in advance? Extremely wise.

That night, Jiuwu—after one too many drinks—was helped back to his quarters by two male disciples from Jin’gong Sect.

In his half-drunken haze, Jiuwu faintly heard a buzzing sound…

“Huh? Mosquitoes? In this place?”

He swatted the air vaguely. The sound disappeared.

But not far from the building where the Du’xian Sect was staying, there was another pavilion—one of the many assigned to the cultivators from Golden Ao Island.

A faint red glow slipped away from Jiuwu’s location, quietly bypassed the protective array around the nearby pavilion, and approached an elderly cultivator in meditation…

This was Yuanze, from Golden Ao Island.

Buzz—

“Hm?”

Yuanze opened his eyes and looked around suspiciously. Just as he was about to extend his spiritual sense to scan the area, he felt a slight prick on the back of his neck.

Instantly, his body shuddered. He slumped forward slightly in his seated posture, as if still meditating…

A trace of blood-red light slipped into his soul, corrupting his spirit and consciousness.

Moments later, Yuanze exhaled softly. The light faded from his eyes, then gradually returned.

He whispered under his breath:

“Master, don’t worry.
I swear on my life—I’ll get this done.”

Thousands of miles away, deep in a barren forest—

Wenjing Daoist sat quietly on a large stone. That alluring, demonic face of hers curled into a captivating smile…

Manipulating these Heaven Immortals… is just too easy.