It was as if Daoist Taiyuan had returned to his youth at Mount Shu, back when he and his junior brother Wan Chengdao had not yet broken apart, and Mount Shu was at peace.

Su Qian’er recalled her time at the Inquiry Immortal Pavilion, where she found an orphan named Xia Ningxue.

“Father…”

Ning Qianqian’s eyes were blurred with a painful expression as the Old Dragon Emperor sent her to the Immortal Realm before his death.

Li Changye, having cultivated the “Frost Sword Skills”, knew how to break the ultimate study, remaining unaffected.

The Everlasting Immortal observed his Chief Senior Disciple, the White Immortal Emperor’s mastery of “Frost Sword Skills”, and nodded with satisfaction, stroking his beard.

Among his disciples, both the White Immortal Emperor and Li Changye had received his true teachings, showing potential to become successors.

At least among the next generation of disciples, the Everlasting Immortal had no fear of lacking successors.

“This young fellow has never faced the ultimate study ‘Frost Sword Skills’ of our Changliu Mountain; there’s no way she can take this strike.”

The Everlasting Immortal looked arrogantly at Lu Qinglian, believing Lu Qinglian couldn’t evade the ultimate study of Changliu Holy Land.

The lethal aspect of the “Frost Sword Skills” lies in the moment the opponent’s state of mind wavers and falls into an illusion, which is the most dangerous time.

This is an ultimate study that contains both physical and spirit attacks.

However, when Everlasting Immortal saw Lu Qinglian’s clear eyes, unaffected by anything, he was instantly dumbfounded.

He had never seen anyone completely unaffected by the illusionary impact of the “Frost Sword Skills”.

Even Lu Qinglian’s teacher, Lu Changsheng, was once affected by the illusion of the “Frost Sword Skills” when sparring with Li Changye.

But Lu Qinglian remained unaffected, shattering the sword qi with a single punch!

Lu Qinglian’s physique was formidable, comparable to a Dao Artifact, and the fierce sword qi could not harm her in the slightest.

Lu Qinglian then closed in, engaging in combat with the White Immortal Emperor.

The White Immortal Emperor struggled to fend off Lu Qinglian’s onslaught with a longsword.

When Lu Qinglian’s fist or palm struck the longsword, it emitted a metallic clashing sound.

The impact was exceedingly uncomfortable for the White Immortal Emperor.

The White Immortal Emperor’s accomplishments in body tempering were far inferior to Lu Qinglian’s, forcing him into close combat and immediately falling into a disadvantage.

Even more unsettling for the White Immortal Emperor was that the opponent, for unknown reasons, seemed oblivious to the ultimate skill of Changliu Holy Land.

“How did she break our Changliu Holy Land’s ultimate study?”

The Everlasting Immortal couldn’t comprehend it at all.

When did the ultimate study of Changliu Holy Land become so inadequate?

Using the ultimate study “Frost Sword Skills”, the Everlasting Immortal could push Lin Xuantong to his limits.

But Lu Qinglian was completely unaffected.

Suddenly, an elder of Changliu Holy Land had an epiphany and said to the Everlasting Immortal: “Sect Leader, could it be that this girl’s mind is too simple, thinking only of eating all day, so she doesn’t fall into the illusion?”

The Everlasting Immortal was speechless, then smiled wryly.

The more tumultuous and weathered one’s experiences, the more they are affected by “Frost Sword Skills”.

In the highest realm of “Frost Sword Skills”, one could even fall into an endless illusion, becoming a waste.

Yet Lu Qinglian had a simple mind, always spoiled by her teacher, mindlessly only remembering to eat, so she never fell into the illusion.

“There’s such an oddity in the Three Realms?”

The Everlasting Immortal was astonished.

Yet a second thought came to the Everlasting Immortal—if even his senior disciple lost, then where would the face of Changliu Holy Land go?

The Everlasting Immortal’s concern was not without reason.

Lu Qinglian’s physique compared to a Greatly Accomplished God-King, and the White Immortal Emperor was merely a Ninth Grade God-King, unable to endure under Lu Qinglian’s attack.

After Lu Qinglian knocked away the White Immortal Emperor’s sword, she no longer aggressively attacked.

The White Immortal Emperor was the Chief Senior Disciple of Changliu Holy Land—beating him up would not look good for Changliu Holy Land.

Lu Qinglian understood this clearly.

She came to Changliu Mountain to visit her uncle Li Changye, and the White Immortal Emperor offered many unique Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures of Changliu Holy Land as a courtesy, so Lu Qinglian naturally held back.

Lu Qinglian obediently bowed: “Thank you for the lesson.”

The White Immortal Emperor smiled bitterly: “Lu Changsheng is indeed remarkable if he can train such disciples.”

The Everlasting Immortal kept a grim expression.

Losing to Lin Xuantong was one thing.

His senior disciple even lost to Lin Xuantong’s grand-disciple.

This time, Changliu Holy Land’s face was utterly tarnished.

The elders and disciples of Changliu Holy Land wore uncomfortable expressions.

In the competition among the younger generation, Changliu Holy Land undoubtedly lost.

The Sect Leader, the Everlasting Immortal, was always proud; with his Chief Senior Disciple’s defeat and being helpless against Lu Qinglian, he might vent his frustration on them and start special training again.

Li Changye quickly said: “Master, my niece already showed remarkable aptitude in the Three Thousand Small Worlds. Coupled with my junior brother’s excellent teaching, her current achievements are no surprise. It isn’t that our Changliu Mountain is inferior to Mount Taihua, but because my junior brother and niece joined Mount Taihua.”

Li Changye’s words eased the iron-faced Everlasting Immortal: “Indeed, that Lin Xuantong fellow couldn’t cultivate such an excellent disciple. If your junior brother and niece had joined our Changliu Mountain, we would be overshadowing Mount Taihua now.”

“Yes, yes, it’s just that our Changliu Mountain had a little bad Qi Destiny.”

“Given time, the Sect Leader will surely defeat Lin Xuantong, becoming eternally indestructible.”

The elders and disciples of Changliu Holy Land echoed in agreement, knowing that they wouldn’t be punished by the Sect Leader this time.

The Everlasting Immortal indeed felt much better.

Just because Lin Xuantong had better luck, it didn’t mean he had lost to Lin Xuantong.

“But that Lu Changsheng and his disciple are a bunch of anomalies—could it be that what Lin Xuantong said about them being variables wasn’t deceiving me?”

The Everlasting Immortal had to acknowledge Lin Xuantong’s judgment upon witnessing Lu Qinglian’s astonishing talent.

At Lianshan Holy Land, Xiao Fan was practicing alchemy with Suxin the Pill Saint.

After consuming the Star Dream Detached Fire, Xiao Fan found practicing alchemy to be twice as effective, already mastering the concoction of Eighteenth Grade elixir pills.

Next would be the Nineteenth Grade elixir pills, and then the Twenty Grade elixir pills.

If the success rate in concocting Twenty Grade elixir pills exceeded fifty percent, one could be called a Pill Saint at Lianshan Holy Land.

The status of a Pill Saint is equivalent to that of a Refinement Grandmaster at the Heavenly Fire Holy Land.

The major holy lands, sects, and the Immortal Dynasty all sought the expertise of Pill Saints and Refinement Grandmasters.

Their status in the Immortal Realm was unparalleled.

Lu Changsheng’s goal was to cultivate a Pill Saint disciple, hence he let Xiao Fan apprentice under Suxin the Pill Saint as a second master.

“Master, have you heard of the Calamity Body?”

Xiao Fan inquired about the resolution of the Calamity Body with Suxin the Pill Saint.

Suxin the Pill Saint replied: “The Calamity Body is one of the most hazardous special constitutions in the Three Realms. Those with this special constitution are destined to be isolated stars. If you encounter a Calamity Body, it’s best to avoid it, or you yourself won’t escape unscathed.”

Xiao Fan was unwilling: “Is there a way to resolve it?”

Suxin the Pill Saint scrutinized Xiao Fan for a moment: “To my knowledge, the Calamity Body is a hereditary curse in the Changsun Clan. Have you encountered a descendant of the Changsun Clan?”

“Indeed, I have. I felt sorry for them and wanted to seek a way to resolve it.”

“The Calamity Body is a curse of the Changsun Clan, difficult to dissolve, and even I do not know how to resolve it.”

“Then why is there such a special constitution in the world?”

Xiao Fan felt a slight disappointment, but knowing the origin of the Calamity Body might lead to a solution.

“It is said that Ancestor Changsun once encountered an unrivaled strong enemy and, to defeat the foe, sacrificed the family’s Qi Destiny to borrow power from the Dao Will. Since then, the Changsun Clan has been plagued by misfortune, frequently producing Calamity Bodies. The descendants of the Changsun Clan are repaying the ancestor’s debt, so there might be no solution.”

“…”

Xiao Fan was silent.

There truly exists a cultivation technique that sacrifices the entire clan’s Qi Destiny to gain power.

This Ancestor Changsun truly did a disservice to his descendants.

Xiao Fan had seen fathers pit their sons, and sons pit their fathers, but never had he seen an ancestor pit his entire family.

“The will of heaven and earth is hard to defy. Ancestor Changsun borrowed power from the Heavenly Dao and inevitably had to pay the price. For the descendants of the Changsun Clan, it’s best to stay away; it’s not something you can resolve.”

Suxin the Pill Saint concluded her opinion and spoke no more.

Xiao Fan ceased further inquiry, but remained unwilling to accept it.

Perhaps only Master Lu Changsheng could find a way to break the curse of the Changsun family.