The monk surnamed Lu then slowly said:

"It is common for Junior Brother Chen to meet with old friends in private. If he had wanted to return to Yellow Maple Valley, he would have set out long ago. Why would he delay until today?"

"That being said, that old monster Linghu has always been cunning and resourceful. Since he invited Fellow Daoist Chen to a meeting, he must have mastered something that could make him excited."

The Fire Dragon Boy held a different opinion and raised questions.

The monk surnamed Lu fell into silence. After a long while, a trace of worry finally appeared on his face and he let out a deep sigh.

"Let everything follow the arrangement of fate. If Junior Brother Chen really wants to return to Yellow Maple Valley, can you and your brother really tie him up and stop him from going back?"

He said this with a bitter smile.

……

At this moment, Chen Yun was walking on a relatively remote street, looking around from time to time. Suddenly, his steps stopped and his eyes were fixed on an elegant two-story attic.

The height of this attic is moderate, only about sixty or seventy meters. A small banner is hung in front of the gate, on which a huge word "Tea" is engraved.

It turns out that this is a teahouse.

Outside the building, there happened to be two yellow-robed male monks in the Foundation Establishment stage standing there, their eyes were fixed on where Chen Yun was.

Chen Yun smiled slightly and walked straight towards that place.

"Greetings, Senior Chen. Our master has been waiting for you in the pavilion!" As soon as the two male monks saw Chen Yun coming, they immediately saluted respectfully with their fists clasped.

"I already know!" Chen Yun nodded slightly and walked into the attic calmly.

The entire attic seemed unusually quiet, as if no one was there.

After a moment's hesitation, Chen Yun stepped onto the stairs leading to the second floor.

As soon as he showed his head, he found that the second floor was also deserted except for an old man in a yellow robe.

The old man sitting here alone, wearing a yellow robe and with a sallow complexion, was none other than the Linghu Patriarch who had just parted ways with him in the hall.

At this moment, he was sitting at an octagonal table in the middle of the second floor, holding a cup of tea and savoring it leisurely.

Chen Yun's eyes flickered, but he did not hesitate at all. He walked forward and took a few steps to the opposite side of Linghu Patriarch. He sat down silently and steadily. In front of him was also a celadon teacup that had been prepared long ago.

Patriarch Linghu did not say much, but waved his hand, and a teapot that was already brewed on the table floated lightly, and the spout tilted downward, filling the teacup in front of Chen Yun with half a cup of tea.

Then the teapot automatically returned to its original position.

"The homemade spiritual tea of ​​this teahouse does have a unique taste. You might as well try it first." Ancestor Linghu closed his eyes slightly, glanced at Chen Yun, and slowly spoke.

Chen Yun smiled calmly and did not raise any objections. Instead, he reached out and picked up the teacup in front of him and carefully observed the clear emerald green tea soup.

"It really lives up to its reputation. Compared with ordinary spiritual tea, its quality is indeed superior." After taking a sip, Chen Yun commented calmly.

"Haha! It seems that Fellow Daoist Chen is also a person who likes to drink tea. I really chose the right place to invite you to gather here." Patriarch Linghu gently put down the teacup and said leisurely.

"Your Excellency invited me here, not just for me to taste the magical tea here! If you have any advice, please speak frankly." Chen Yun said frankly without too much beating around the bush.

This Linghu Patriarch had obviously seen through his identity long ago, and he himself had vaguely guessed the other party's purpose in inviting him.

"Since you are so anxious, I will not beat around the bush. May I ask if you are willing to return to Huangfeng Valley and serve as an elder?" Patriarch Linghu said slowly, as if he was just talking about a trivial matter.

"Regardless of the outcome of that incident, I do not wish to comment further. The only thing I can tell Fellow Daoist Chen is that my life is drawing to a close, and in no more than twenty years, I will be at the end of my life. If Fellow Daoist Chen is willing to return, then Huangfeng Valley will undoubtedly become Fellow Daoist Chen's shelter. I believe that Fellow Daoist Chen will not hold a grudge until now because of that little misunderstanding in the past!" Ancestor Linghu said in a gentle tone, with a gleam in his eyes.

"I have already let go of the past grudges. If I were in your shoes, I would probably make the same decision. However, I have chosen to join the Luoyun Sect and have no intention of switching to Guigu. It would be better for you to look for other cultivators."

Chen Yun raised his head, looked firmly at Elder Linghu, and answered in a resolute tone.

"Of course I know that Fellow Daoist Chen is now serving in Luoyun Sect. However, Luoyun Sect still has two elders. Fellow Daoist Chen will probably be restricted in every way there and will not be able to fully display his talents." Patriarch Linghu said with a sneer.

"Fellow Daoist, you seem to have misunderstood something. I did not join any sect for the sake of power. I just hope to find a place suitable for my cultivation. I have no interest in controlling the power of the sect." Chen Yun pursed his lips slightly, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

Hearing this, Patriarch Linghu frowned slightly, but soon regained his composure.

"Fellow Daoist Chen may not yet understand how great the benefits of mastering a sect's power are to cultivation. Not only will Fellow Daoist Chen no longer have to worry about finding precious elixirs and materials, but Fellow Daoist Chen's status in the world of cultivation will also undergo earth-shaking changes as a result."

"In addition, even if Fellow Daoist Chen really has no interest, can't he take into account some old friendships between masters and disciples? You must know that there are still many of Fellow Daoist Chen's former fellow disciples in Huangfeng Valley. If there were no Nascent Soul cultivators in charge, this valley would probably suffer a joint attack from other sects overnight and face the fate of destruction. Their ending is the best proof." Patriarch Linghu tried to move Chen Yun with emotion.

"Spiritual medicine and materials, as an elder of Luoyun Sect, I am not short of these resources. As for the status in the world of immortal cultivation and other false names, I don't care about them at all. As for the rise and fall of a sect, it is a very common thing."

"Even among those large sects with a long history, many have already lost their inheritance and completely disappeared in the long river of history. As for my former fellow disciples, they each have their own destiny, and Chen will not interfere too much."

Chen Yun smiled calmly, showing no sign of wavering. After listening to Chen Yun's narration, Linghu Patriarch frowned and remained silent for a few breaths, then gently picked up the teacup and sipped the fragrant tea.

"How could I not know about the concerns mentioned by Daoist Chen? However, Daoist Chen and I are of different identities after all. I have lived in the Yellow Maple Valley for a thousand years, and my attachment to it is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. I am naturally worried that if I die at this moment, the Yellow Maple Valley will lose its door to inheritance. Therefore, it can be seen that Daoist Chen is indeed not interested in those material things." "However, if Daoist Chen is willing to agree to serve as the elder of the Yellow Maple Valley, I am willing to give you the property I have collected for many years after I die. There are many rare treasures among them, which should be of great help to Daoist Chen's future path of cultivation."

Patriarch Linghu suddenly said shockingly that he would donate his property to Chen Yun.

"Fellow Daoist, you want to leave your family property to the younger generation? Forgive me for reminding you, but don't you already have a disciple?" Chen Yun couldn't help but feel excited when he heard this, but he immediately adjusted his mentality and asked lightly.

“Among my disciples, the one with the highest cultivation level has only reached the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Stage. Leaving them to them will do no good except bring them trouble. Even if fellow Taoist had not shown up, I would have properly disposed of most of the treasures and would never have left them in the Huangfeng Valley.” Elder Linghu replied with a sneer.

Chen Yun stroked his beard and fell into deep thought.

Although he was not moved by Linghu Patriarch's proposal, he also understood that once he took over the position of elder of the Yellow Maple Valley, he would immediately face challenges from the six sects and the Nine Nations Alliance. These problems could not be solved in the short term, and as the only elder of the Yellow Maple Valley, although he had supreme power, he could not live as freely as he did in the Luoyun Sect.

More importantly, he also needs to deal with some complex issues involving Nangong Wan and the Yanyue Sect.

"Thank you for your kindness, fellow Daoist. However, I have decided to give up on joining the Yellow Maple Valley."

After a long period of thinking, Chen Yun finally shook his head firmly and rejected the invitation of Patriarch Linghu.

After hearing Chen Yun's reply, Patriarch Linghu did not show any anger, but instead looked helpless.

"In that case, even if you don't serve as an elder of our Yellow Maple Valley, as long as you can provide assistance to the Yellow Maple Valley three times during your lifetime, I am willing to pay three precious treasures in exchange. Of course, this kind of assistance is limited to the scope of your ability."

Patriarch Linghu smiled bitterly and put forward a new suggestion.

"Provide assistance three times within your capabilities. This condition is not too harsh. I can consider accepting it."

After a brief thought about Linghu Patriarch's request, Chen Yun nodded and agreed without hesitation.

Patriarch Linghu finally showed a satisfied smile on his face, then reached out and took out three items from his waist and placed them on the table, as if he had planned it all along.

Chen Yun did not express any opinion, but just stared at the three items quietly and observed them carefully for a moment.

A small transparent shield of azure blue, a jade bottle that was completely fiery red, and an object that looked like a jade pendant that was as black as ink were placed on the table.

Chen Yun did not show any modesty, but took the lead in picking up the small transparent azure blue shield.

When the small shield fell into his palm, he felt a warm, soft and light touch, as if it was not a real object, which shocked Chen Yun. After careful observation, with his current knowledge, he could not identify what material this object was made of.

"This is an ancient magic weapon that I accidentally found in my early years. It has accompanied me through a long period of time. I named it the 'Blue Light Shield'. The power of this magic weapon should not be underestimated, especially in resisting attacks from fire-attributed skills. It has a magical effect. When you try it yourself in the future, you will know that what I said is true."

Patriarch Linghu looked at the shield in Chen Yun's hand and said with a reluctant expression.

Chen Yun gently stroked the shield with his palm, then put it back on the table. He knew in his heart that this thing was indeed extraordinary and the other party's words should be true and credible.

Then he picked up the fiery red jade bottle.

"The contents of the bottle are the inner elixir of the monster beast that I obtained when I went alone into the heart of Mulan Grassland and killed a level seven iron-winged eagle monster beast. It is an extremely precious material. Whether it is used for alchemy or other purposes, it has great value." Upon seeing this scene, Patriarch Linghu introduced it to Chen Yun again.

"Seventh level demon pill!"

When Chen Yun heard this, his expression remained calm, but he sighed secretly in his heart.

Although the seventh-level demon pill is a rare treasure in the Tiannan area, it is like chicken ribs to him.

So he just smiled and gently opened the medicine bottle, glanced at the items inside, then immediately put the cap back on, put the bottle back in its place casually, and his eyes finally rested on the last item.

However, at this moment, the Linghu ancestor smiled strangely and did not take the initiative to mention any information about the latter.

However, Chen Yun's eyes flickered, and he stared closely at the object that looked like a jade pendant, remaining silent.

“Could this be a jade talisman made by an ancient cultivator?”

Chen Yun stared for a moment and asked uncertainly.

When Patriarch Linghu heard Chen Yun's question, a hint of surprise flashed across his face.

"Have you ever seen a similar jade talisman, Fellow Daoist Chen? As far as I know, this kind of special talisman, which originated from ancient times, has long been lost in Tiannan, and there are very few local practitioners who know the details about it." The old man asked Chen Yun curiously.

"I just had contact with a Taoist friend who knew something about this, and heard about the relevant situation from him." Chen Yun smiled faintly and responded lightly.

"I went through many life-threatening situations to obtain this jade talisman. It is definitely an ordinary item. Although I have not yet mastered the correct method to use it, I can only release a small amount of its power. Even so, the magical power of the jade talisman is still terrifying. I have used it to defeat powerful enemies many times. It must be a masterpiece created by an ancient monk who is proficient in talismans."

As Patriarch Linghu spoke, he stretched out his hand to summon the black jade talisman on the table.

The jade talisman made a "whoosh" sound and was instantly sucked into the old man's hand.

What followed was an ancient and obscure spell uttered by the old man, and then with a wave of his arm, the jade talisman turned into a ball of black light, whizzing past with the biting cold wind, and a charming and strange black red palm suddenly appeared above the head of Ancestor Linghu.

The monster's entire body was shiny black and red, with five fingers spread out, several feet long, flashing black flames from time to time. As the monster's hands appeared, an invisible eerie atmosphere filled the tavern. (End of this chapter)