Eternal Life as False Emperor

Zheng Yi saw the situation and immediately reminded Zhao Shan, "Sect Leader Zhao, do not pursue the desperate enemy."

Although Zhao Shan did not understand, he considered that the others had come to rescue him, so he immediately ordered all the disciples of Chixiao Hall to retreat.

"Elder Lin, Elder Fengg, and this fellow Daoist. Thank you all for coming to support our Chixiao Hall. If not for your timely arrival, our Chixiao Hall would have been in grave danger."

Zhao Shan appeared rough but was meticulous in his words and actions.

He was the first to arrange a place for Zheng Yi, Lin Junrong, and the others to rest, then said apologetically, "Please take a rest, fellow Daoists. Our Chixiao Hall is in a mess right now, and I need to handle some things first."

Earlier, the Mountain Protection Array of Chixiao Hall was destroyed by the intruders from the Nether Spirit Race, causing significant damage to the sect’s buildings and heavy losses among the sect disciples.

At this time, as the sect leader of Chixiao Hall, he indeed had incredibly important matters to attend to.

Zheng Yi and the others could understand and did not overly criticize Zhao Shan.

Moreover, Zhao Shan was extremely grateful towards his lifesaving benefactors.

The place they stayed in was the most luxurious guest room in Chixiao Hall.

The opulence here even surpassed what Zheng Yi had experienced in the Imperial Palace.

Golden splendor was visible everywhere, with the small courtyard in front planted with various rare and exotic plants.

If it weren’t for the recent war, which had affected the courtyard, causing the wall to collapse and leaving the small garden in disarray, this would have been a beautifully scenic mini-garden.

Before leaving, Zhao Shan specifically instructed a disciple to present a table of delicious food.

"Fellow Daoists, you have traveled a long way to save our Chixiao Hall from a disaster, you must be hungry. Please, have some food to fill your stomachs. Once I have handled matters within the sect, I will personally welcome you with a feast. Here’s to you!" Zhao Shan raised his cup and drank it in one gulp.

After Zhao Shan left, Lin Junrong exclaimed, "I always heard that Chixiao Hall, being located at a critical junction, was not particularly strong but was very wealthy."

Fengg Xia also marveled, "I never quite believed it before. No matter how wealthy they were, how rich could they be? Today, I’ve truly witnessed it."

Zheng Yi merely drank a cup of wine offered by Zhao Shan, ate a bite of food, and nodded, "Indeed, this sect is actually quite wealthy."

As an Emperor, Zheng Yi had seen and experienced a lot.

Though he didn’t know much about the Canglan Realm, there were many things that could be inferred from small details.

A major sect like Star Sea had only average daily sustenance.

Of course, as a cultivation sect, everyone’s energy was mainly focused on cultivation.

Other aspects naturally weren’t given much attention.

But lack of attention doesn’t mean they don’t pursue these things. Otherwise, why go through the hard work of cultivation?

The purposes for seeking eternal life vary, but very few are doing it to suffer.

When conditions allow, naturally one would indulge in enjoyment.

Even if a major sect like Star Sea doesn’t specialize in such matters, it wouldn’t lag behind.

However, compared to the hospitality from Chixiao Hall, it immediately seemed lesser in grade.

You could tell just from the taste.

Not to mention the care put into cooking, the ingredients used were of the highest quality.

And needless to say, many of the utensils for serving food were actually magical artifacts.

Of course, these magical artifact utensils were quite low-end, mostly used for keeping the dishes warm or maintaining their original flavor.

Even so, it’s quite exaggerated.

As long as they’re linked with magical artifacts, the value of these utensils isn’t cheap.

While Star Sea could use such artifacts as utensils, it wasn’t really necessary.

This meal at Chixiao Hall had no host, which would normally be considered very impolite.

Zheng Yi and the others didn’t feel offended.

Because Chixiao Hall was truly in a dire state.

The damaged buildings and such were secondary.

The most crucial point was that over ninety percent of the sect disciples were injured, with at least thirty percent being seriously wounded, requiring immediate treatment.

Moreover, the sect array suffered severe damage and needed urgent repairs, as no one knew when the Nether Spirit Race would attack again.

At present, Chixiao Hall was utilizing every available person for work.

Zhao Shan was busy nonstop.

Even the grey-haired Mr. Zhao was not idle, directing Chixiao Hall disciples in repairing the Mountain Protection Array, occasionally lending a hand himself.

Seeing this, Zheng Yi and the others also prepared to help.

"I am extremely grateful for your intentions, fellow Daoists," Zhao Shan said gratefully. "But since you three have saved Star Sea, how can I allow you to do such menial work? Please, just rest. We can handle those minor details."

Zhao Shan politely declined several times, so Zheng Yi didn’t insist.

After all, this was the sect base of Chixiao Hall, and perhaps there were some things not suitable for outsiders to witness.

Lin Junrong suddenly looked up at the sky.

A pigeon flapped its wings and flew at a speed entirely inconsistent with its appearance.

Just a moment ago, it was far away, but in the blink of an eye, it had already arrived in Lin Junrong’s hand. The pigeon that landed on her hand transformed with a puff into a folded letter.