Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

The atmosphere in the discussion hall fell silent again, and it seemed that every elder's mind was drawn by the words of the alchemy elder.

The atmosphere in the hall became tense and serious. Only the sound of wind outside the window and the rustling of leaves seemed to tell the importance of this discussion.

The elder Chuan Gong frowned, and he also considered this practical problem: "Is it too unrealistic to ask inner disciples to pick up and drop off tens of thousands of outer disciples one by one?"

There was a hint of anxiety in his voice, and he was obviously troubled by this issue.

Elder Xuan Bing laughed, his eyes sparkling with wisdom, as if he had found a solution: "This is easy to do, let every disciple be informed, and those who are willing to return home to visit will receive two teleportation talismans! Back and forth! All you need to do is use the teleportation talisman!”

There was confidence in his voice, as if the problem was no big deal to him.

However, the elder of the mountain guard, an old man with a serious face and a deep voice, had been silent for a long time, but now he stopped him: "More than 10,000 casual cultivators, 20,000 teleportation talismans! How many spiritual stones does this cost? Inappropriate, inappropriate !”

His voice was full of worry, because the operation of the mountain-protecting formation required a large amount of spiritual stones to be consumed every day. Such expenses were a big burden for the sect.

The atmosphere in the meeting hall became heavy again because of Elder Hushan's words.

The elders all know the importance of the mountain guard formation. It is the barrier of Qingyun Sect, protecting the entire sect from outside interference.

For a time, there was a brief silence in the hall, everyone was thinking about how to balance this issue.

In the Qingyun Sect's meeting hall, Elder Xuan Bing's words made the atmosphere more lively.

He smiled slightly, with a shrewd light shining in his eyes: "As long as the news of the leader's departure spreads, other sects and some kingdoms will definitely send people to celebrate. This celebration will naturally require gifts. The cost of the teleportation talisman , it can simply be ignored!”

His voice was full of confidence and wisdom.

After hearing what Elder Xuan Bing said, the other elders looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.

Elder Xuan Bing's mind is really admirable, he can even calculate such things.

The meeting hall was filled with slight snickers, everyone seemed to admire Elder Xuan Bing's wisdom.

When Elder Xuan Bing saw the expressions of the other elders, a proud smile appeared on his lips.

In this case, the other elders did not raise any objections, obviously convinced by his plan.

The next day, the entire Qingyun Sect's casual cultivators immediately became excited.

The news spread quickly throughout the entire sect as if it had wings.

Every corner, every training ground, and every disciple's ears are filled with this exciting news.

This is not only a simple holiday, but also a perfect opportunity to celebrate the departure of the boss.

In the silence of Tingzhuxuan, Lin Fan stood there, staring closely at the two simple teleportation talismans on the trading cabinet.

These two talisman papers are simple and ordinary, but they carry his hope and contradiction of returning to his hometown.

If it weren't for the struggle in his heart, he would have reached out to take it and let his figure disappear in this vast fairyland.

A year ago, when Lin Fan stepped into the gate of Qingyun Sect, his heart was filled with longing for the unknown world.

Nowadays, life in the sect has become his daily life, but deep in his heart, the shadow of his hometown still lingers.

He dreamed many times that he returned to Xueting Village, laughing and playing with his teacher and childhood friends, and returning to the warm old house built by his parents.

Lin Fan closed his eyes gently, and the image of his parents working in the fields appeared in his mind. They might be bending over, sweat dripping on the fertile soil.

He imagined that in the evening, the family would sit around in the small kitchen with smoke rising from the stove, enjoying a simple but warm dinner.

But these beautiful pictures could not completely calm the hesitation in his heart.

Returning to Xueting Village meant that he had to face that empty old house and face those unavoidable memories and reality.

There, there is no laughter and laughter of childhood, only the silence of time and the desolation of longing remain.

The appearance of Ximen Zhi did not break the peaceful atmosphere.

He walked into the room gently, his steps almost silent, but his arrival brought a little comfort to Lin Fan.

Ximen Zhi's eyes were full of affection and understanding. He looked at Lin Fan as if he could understand the contradictions and struggles in his heart.

"What if your parents return to Xueting Village!"

Ximen Zhi's words were low and full of power, like a glimmer of light in the night, illuminating the confusion in Lin Fan's heart.

This sentence touched Lin Fan, and a strong impulse emerged in his heart, wanting to immediately return to that place full of memories.

Lin Fan's fingers were trembling as he prepared to activate the teleportation talisman to return to his eternal hometown in his heart.

Every movement revealed his inner eagerness and determination.

Suddenly, Ximen Zhi's voice sounded again: "Boss, I'll go with you!"

He walked up to Lin Fan with a firm look in his eyes, as if he had already made the decision to accompany Lin Fan.

Lin Fan was surprised. He looked at Ximen Zhi and asked in confusion: "You don't want to go back to your home?"

His voice was laced with curiosity and confusion.

A trace of sadness appeared on Ximen Zhi's face, and deep emotion flashed in his eyes: "My parents are here, and home is my hometown! It's a pity that my parents are no longer here!"

His words were low and full of helplessness, revealing his nostalgia for the past and uncertainty about the future.

Lin Fan was deeply touched by Ximen Zhi's words, and he felt Ximen Zhi's loneliness and loneliness.

Lin Fan looked at Ximen Zhi's empty hands and couldn't help but feel confused.

"Your teleportation talisman?" he asked, frowning slightly.

Ximen Zhi smiled and seemed confident in his plan: "I stand with you, hoping that the energy of the teleportation talisman can transmit us together!"

He said, walked to Lin Fan, and the two stood side by side.

His tone was firm, as if this was not just a simple trip, but an adventure and attempt.

Lin Fan took a deep breath and began to activate the teleportation talisman.

He closed his eyes and recited the spell silently in his mind, and the lines on the talisman began to glow faintly.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and time seemed to stop at this moment.

Suddenly, a strong wave of energy swept through the entire room.

Everything in Tingzhuxuan was enveloped by this energy, and the figures of Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi gradually blurred in the light, and finally disappeared into the air.

The next moment, they appeared in the square of Xueting Village.