Fang Buqiu

Within the Phoenix Feather Sect, the Sect's Disciple recruitment conference had come to an end.

However, the matter of recruiting Disciples was an ongoing process.

These two million new Disciples were, in the final analysis, merely members of some of the larger Sects in the Chaotic Land.

And in this vast Chaotic Land, the combined number of various Loose Cultivators was also quite substantial.

Ever since the news of the Phoenix Feather Sect distributing Cultivation Techniques spread throughout the Chaotic Land,

it wasn't just Sects that proactively sought them out for allegiance.

Some powerful Loose Cultivators also arrived in droves.

Outside the majestic Phoenix Feather Sect mountain gate, a long queue stretched out, a seemingly endless line that extended from outside the mountain gate deep into the mountains.

These Loose Cultivators, regardless of any deep-seated enmities they might have harbored in the past, would immediately shake hands and make peace as soon as they stood in this long queue.

The reason was simple: in a short while, they would all be Senior Brothers and Junior Brothers.

What was the point of fighting then?

Past grievances had all become fleeting clouds.

The sight of these formidable or Evil Qi-filled Loose Cultivators, one by one, obediently standing in line together, treating each other with mutual respect, instantly became a widely told story.

One could say that people who were killing each other the day before could even share their wives today!

Of course, for these Loose Cultivators queuing to become Disciples, there were still some things they couldn't yield.

That was the order of the queue.

After all, whoever entered first would receive their reward earlier.

Could that be given up?

At the front of the queue outside the mountain gate, a figure stood there, stroking his beard with a smiling face; it was none other than Seventeenth Shixiong Feng Buqun.

"Hmm, don't rush, line up one by one! As long as you are above the Three Yang Realm, you all have a chance to become Senior Brothers!"

Feng Buqun was grinning from ear to ear; every time Master accepted a Disciple, the Phoenix Feather Sect gained another member.

Adding the Loose Cultivators who joined in the past few days, the previous two million Cultivators, and also those forces whose entire Sects directly pledged allegiance,

the Phoenix Feather Sect now had a population of over two hundred and seventy million people!

It seemed his previous understanding of the number of Cultivators above the Three Yang Realm in the Chaotic Land was quite mistaken.

This caliber of force, even if placed in the entire Central Continent, would be a power not to be underestimated!

For a moment, Feng Buqun had already begun to ponder where the Sect should develop in the future!

As he was thinking, he noticed a white-robed figure moving steadily forward within the long, orderly queue.

Everyone else yielded their positions one by one, and he quickly moved from the end of the line to the middle!

Hmm?

Feng Buqun was very puzzled; he had never seen anyone yield in the matter of queuing these past few days.

There were a few who tried to cut in line to enter earlier, but they were directly beaten half to death by other Loose Cultivators!

What was the situation with this person?

Others actually yielded proactively?

Thinking this, Feng Buqun strolled over, walking up to the man.

This middle-aged man wore a white Daoist robe, and his normally tied-up hair was completely disheveled.

His snow-white hair fluttered wildly, as unrestrained and elegant as his white Daoist robe.

The Loose Cultivators queuing in front of this white-robed man, upon seeing him, respectfully lowered their heads and stepped aside.

"Great Master Fang! Please go ahead!"

"Great Master Fang, you first!"

In a blink of an eye, dozens more Loose Cultivators made way for him.

The middle-aged man, referred to as Great Master Fang, walked with his hands clasped, nodding neither subserviently nor arrogantly to the crowd, and then continued to stride forward.

Before long, he reached Feng Buqun's eyes.

Feng Buqun had come over, originally intending to chastise this unreasonable future Junior Brother.

But upon closer inspection, he rubbed his eyes.

Feng Buqun's mouth slightly agape, "Could it be Great Master Fang Buqiu, known as the Medical Immortal of the Returning to One Realm?!"

The white-robed middle-aged man looked at Feng Buqun, slightly bowed his head, clasped his hands together, and gave Feng Buqun a standard medical Cultivator's salute.

"The title of Great Master is merely an overstatement from the common folk."

Upon hearing this, Feng Buqun's teeth even chattered slightly, "Great Master Fang! It has been many years since I heard news of you!"

"Rumors said you had already left the Chaotic Land, and even more rumors claimed your Realm had reached the Supreme Realm, and you had gone to the core of the Central Continent!"

"I never expected to meet you here!"

"Do you still remember, five hundred years ago, when the Senior Brother of my Phoenix Feather Sect was injured by the Demonic Qi of chaos, it was you who saved him!"

"Although Senior Brother has now passed away, my Phoenix Feather Sect still remembers your kindness!"

Feng Buqun seemed a bit emotional, and he respectfully saluted Fang Buqiu.

The middle-aged man's expression was neither sad nor joyful, his white robe and white hair flowed exceptionally, and although his middle-aged face was unremarkable, there was an indescribable calm in his brows.

He was indeed Fang Buqiu, the renowned Medical Cultivator of the Chaotic Land for thousands of years.

In his earlier years, he traveled throughout the Chaotic Land, and it could be said that there wasn't a single Sect that hadn't received his help.

And he never charged any kind of remuneration for healing people, always leaving once the illness was cured.

Some people in the Chaotic Land even said that he was the Reincarnation of an ancient Medical Saint, and his journey through the world in this life was to undergo a tribulation!

His extremely profound medical Cultivation Technique, coupled with a mindset that never sought repayment.

Within the entire Chaotic Land, regardless of seniority, everyone who saw him would respectfully address him as Great Master Fang!

It was just that for some unknown reason, his whereabouts gradually disappeared over the past hundred years, leading to the rumor that he had left the Chaotic Land.

As Feng Buqun and Fang Buqiu looked at each other, Feng Buqun suddenly realized something.

"Great Master Fang, are you also here to become a Disciple?!"

Fang Buqiu smiled faintly, "Indeed, I have something I wish to discuss with your Master."

Without a word, Feng Buqun waved his hand, his robes rustling loudly.

"Then please follow me!"

Feng Buqun directly led Fang Buqiu's figure towards Liaoqiao Peak.

While leading the way, Feng Buqnu kept looking back, and the more he looked, the more his brow twitched.

This was Great Master Fang Buqiu of the Chaotic Land!

His Realm was unfathomable; the fact that he was rumored to have reached the Supreme Realm meant that even if he hadn't truly reached that level, he was already an existence transcending all beings!

Master loved to take Disciples so much; if he brought such an awesome person over,

wouldn't Master be overjoyed?!

"Great Master Fang! If you join our Sect, you don't necessarily have to be a Junior Brother ranked over two million; you could very well be on par with me, and we could collectively be called Seventeenth Shixiong, which is not impossible!"

Fang Buqiu looked at Feng Buqun, his eyebrows furrowing slightly, then smoothing out again, and he smiled faintly.

"Sect Leader Feng, I never said I came to become a Disciple."