125: There is a lack of everything here, but there is no lack of weirdos

As the flying boat stabilized, Yin Qiyue, dressed in her palace attire, had already been waiting for a long time.

She first gave a subtle nod of respect to the majestic statue, then looked at the Xu Family members.

"Young Master has already told me everything, but this is not the place to talk."

"Please follow me." She personally led the astonished Father Xu and Mother Xu to the guest quarters.

On the other side, a young man, dressed in black, with a steady temperament that carried a hint of sharpness, but whose eyes seemed to always hold a suppressed "don't bully a young man in poverty" spirit, stepped forward.

His gaze swept over Xu Qing, Su Yingxue, Luo Lingxi, and the curiously peeking Xu Ruoxuan.

Luo Lingxi was exceptionally beautiful to behold, and the Su Yingxue beside her was naturally not inferior.

However, Xiao Yun's gaze was clear and free of distractions; he simply walked forward calmly, cupped his hands in a bow, and said, "I am Xiao Yun. Please follow me; I will familiarize you with the environment inside the Palace."

Xu Qing quickly returned the bow, Su Yingxue nodded reservedly, and Luo Lingxi merely raised her eyes slightly, considering it a greeting.

Xu Ruoxuan, on the other hand, boldly scrutinized Xiao Yun, her eyes full of curiosity.

Xiao Yun said nothing more, turning to lead the way.

He first pointed to the most striking statue, his tone respectful, but the content of his introduction left everyone dumbfounded: "This is the Young Master's statue, and also the Formation Eye of the Dao Seeking Palace's core grand Formation, the 'Scented Formation.'"

"Scented… Formation?" Xu Qing repeated, puzzled.

"Mm."

Xiao Yun responded, raising his hand to point above the palm of the majestic statue.

There, a glistening, slowly rotating Medicinal Pill was suspended in mid-air. Below it was not some profound Spirit Gathering Formation pattern, but rather a delicate yet… almost childish "Wind Blowing Formation."

Gentle breezes were generated from the Formation, swirling around the precious Medicinal Pill.

As the Formation operated, wisps of visible, ethereal Medicinal Pill fragrance were blown like a thin veil, dispersing in all directions.

"That is a Divine Pill bestowed by the Young Master. If consumed directly, the Medicinal Power is too violent and can only benefit one person."

His words flowed almost without pause, as if a fixed program, long imprinted in his Soul, was running automatically:

"It's better to hang it up."

"Let the gentle breeze slowly disperse its Medicinal Power, mixing it with the Spiritual Qi, for all Disciples to absorb day and night. It's a slow and steady process, and while slower, it's more enduring and has no side effects."

"It also helps to train one's perception of Medicinal Power."

Xiao Yun's numb expression and his fluent, almost mechanical speaking speed all indicated that he had repeated this explanation hundreds, if not thousands, of times.

The bi-annual Disciple recruitment event, in the two years Qin Wangchuan had been in seclusion alone, he, as the Senior Brother of Dao Seeking Palace, had already experienced it four times.

Each time, he had to provide this "introductory explanation" to the new faces, who were stunned by the incredibly extravagant sight, using this extremely enticing yet forcibly rationalized rhetoric.

'Isn't this tricking people into joining?'

At first, he would inwardly resist with a few such thoughts, but later, he just numbly accepted it.

Facts proved that almost no one could resist the impact and allure of a Sect's heritage that used "Divine Pills as incense."

However, after Xu Qing clearly saw the subtle patterns on the Medicinal Pill, he suddenly turned to look at Luo Lingxi beside him, his voice trembling with disbelief:

"Young Miss Luo, Luo! Is that…?!"

Luo Lingxi's exquisite face was also filled with shock. Her slender fingers, wrapped around her zither, unconsciously tightened, her beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and she took a deep breath before slowly nodding, "Yes, it's a Nine Revolutions Medicinal Pill."

She paused, her tone becoming even more complex, even carrying a hint of indescribable reverence:

"And it's not just an ordinary Nine Revolutions Medicinal Pill. It's the Qin Family's unique 'Nine Revolutions Divine Pattern Pill,' rumored to require the divine leaves of the Undying Divine Tree as the main ingredient, supplemented by countless peerless immortal materials to be refined… It is a truly rare and unattainable peerless divine object."

Although she was the Saintess of Xuan Yin Immortal Pavilion and had consumed many Divine Pills and miraculous medicines, she still found this scene beyond her comprehension.

Such a Heaven-Defying Medicinal Pill was actually hung up to serve as a spiritual eye?

Xiao Yun, hearing this, showed pure confusion on his face. He looked at the Medicinal Pill hanging and being blown by the wind, then at the shocked Luo Lingxi and Xu Qing, and asked very naturally:

"Nine Revolutions Medicinal Pill… is it very precious?"

After all, here, its greatest use was to hang and be blown by the wind.

Luo Lingxi heard Xiao Yun's "Why don't they eat meat?"-like question, and a hint of helplessness appeared on her beautiful face. She gently shook her head, her voice ethereal yet carrying the gravity of stating a fact:

"On the Dao of Alchemy, a First Revolution is the foundation, containing one portion of Medicinal Power essence."

"However, to achieve a Second Revolution, it is not a simple Overlay; it requires at least ten perfect and flawless First Revolution Medicinal Pills as a base, to remove impurities, refine their Origin medicinal properties, and only then is there a chance of success, yielding but one pill."

"There are also failures and losses involved, so the actual cost is often much higher."

"Therefore, roughly calculated, behind a single Nine Revolutions Divine Pill, the Medicinal Pills consumed… may require flawless Medicinal Pills counted in 'hundreds of millions' as fuel, and must pass through the hands of countless Grandmasters to be successfully created."

"Its value is enough to cause ancient great Sects to contend for it, to serve as a foundational Legacy."

Luo Lingxi's tone became extremely serious as she spoke, "It's also fortunate that you didn't consume it directly, otherwise the terrifying Medicinal Power contained within, which has been refined and compressed millions of times, is absolutely not something a mortal Physical Body can withstand, and you would be annihilated in an instant."

'Actually… a few have already been bloated to death…' Xiao Yun finished listening and silently added another sentence in his heart.

After learning how precious this Medicinal Pill was, he decisively gave up the idea of taking a few people to the Medicinal Powder Waterfall.

After all, that was a place where this priceless Medicinal Pill was scraped into powder and thrown into a waterfall for Disciples to bathe in.

However, even so, what they saw along the way was still bizarre and grotesque, challenging the limits of ordinary people's cognition.

As the group walked, they saw a Disciple who looked somewhat haggard, but whose eyes were unusually stubborn. He was spreading his hands, facing a moss-covered stubborn rock, seemingly wanting to pounce on it with agitated emotions to do something.

But he was firmly held back by another Disciple beside him who appeared calmer, pulling his arm.

"Senior Brother Li! Calm down! That's just a rock! An ordinary rock! Not some car you're talking about."

However, the Disciple called Senior Brother Li seemed to not hear at all, struggling, his gaze fixed on the stubborn rock, his mouth still repeatedly muttering, with a bewildering and terrifying confusion: "No… no… you see it moving, very fast… last time it hit me and I flew out… rock, car… I can't tell the difference! I really can't tell the difference!"

Another Disciple was stuck headfirst in the dirt, only his feet showing, his Spiritual Qi circulating in a strange, reverse manner, and he was muttering, "Backflow! Backflow! No destruction, no construction!"

"What I have lost, I will ultimately reclaim a hundredfold."

Further away, a female Disciple stood on a giant rock, pointing to the sky, and loudly declared:

"If I become an Emperor one day, I will surely suppress and kill all enemies in the world!"

"These are all fellow Disciples in the Palace who… um… cultivate diligently and continuously." Xiao Yun introduced with an unperturbed expression, automatically filtering out the overly bizarre behaviors, trying to find a relatively positive adjective.

"Are they… always like this?" Xu Qing felt his eyes being rubbed repeatedly on the ground and couldn't help but ask again.

Xiao Yun glanced at him, his eyes clearly saying, 'Why are you still making such a fuss?', his tone carrying a matter-of-fact calmness:

"What's so strange about this? Everyone who embarks on the path of cultivation, who hasn't had some hardships? Who hasn't had some obsessions? Whether it's bearing a sea of blood vengeance, or having been humiliated by a broken engagement, or carrying a Supreme treasure and being hunted by the whole world, or having their Family annihilated with only one person left… isn't it quite normal to have some unique cultivation methods?"

Everyone: "…Normal?"

Xiao Yun, seeing this, instead became puzzled: "Could it be that you all have truly had a smooth journey?"

"Me!" Su Yingxue raised her hand and stepped out, lowering her head and whispering, "When I was little, a bone was taken from me…"

"A Supreme Bone, right!" Xiao Yun clapped his hands in realization, quickly exclaiming, "Then you all have truly come to the right place."

"Our Dao Seeking Palace, we lack everything, except for extraordinary talents and unique individuals."

"Last month, there was even a wild boy whose Supreme Bone was taken, who had just crawled out of the deep mountains, dazed and only knowing how to drink beast blood, and in the end, didn't he enter my blood… Dao Seeking Palace?"

Xiao Yun even gave an example after speaking, as if to prove his own normalcy:

"Just like me, I'm used to going to the cliff edge behind the mountain every day at midnight, and shouting at the sea of clouds, 'Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, don't bully a young man in poverty!' After shouting, I feel refreshed, my Dao Heart is clear, and my cultivation speed can even increase by a few points."

Young Miss Xu curiously peered over: "Really?"

"Really what!" Xu Qing was almost on the verge of collapse.

The more he looked at this Sect, the stranger it seemed.

And behind all these bizarre, eerie, and even somewhat ridiculous scenes, the same figure was vaguely shrouded—the unfathomable Young Master Qin.

What was his intention in establishing such a place and gathering such a group of people? Was it part of some grand scheme?

The Origin of All Laws was just the beginning; Qin Wangchuan must be playing a bigger game!

The group of Xu Qing thought so.

Meanwhile, inside the exquisite hall of the guest quarters, fragrant tea wafted.

Yin Qiyue dismissed her attendants and personally poured tea for Father Xu and Mother Xu, her movements graceful and impeccable.

Father Xu took a deep breath, cupped his hands again, his tone incredibly respectful: "Palace Master Yin is young and accomplished; I, Xu, am ashamed."

"The Young Master's great kindness will never be forgotten; I will not hesitate to die ten thousand deaths if there is any command!"