“Greetings, Sect Leader!” The neat and resounding voices startled not only Henry Bolton, but also the two young Taoist priests. Usually, the elder Taoists spoke kindly and gently, so no one expected their voices to be so powerful. What puzzled the two young Taoists even more was why these elders were addressing the person before them as Sect Leader. Had Senior Brother Ethan stepped down? Even if the person before them was the Sect Leader, they had never seen these elders pay such great respect to Senior Brother Ethan before! Just as the two young Taoists were completely confused, they suddenly felt a gentle force lifting them up. Then they heard the plain-looking Taoist in front of them speak in a calm and unhurried tone: “No need for such formality, everyone. I am Brian, sent down the mountain by the order of my master, the venerable George Bolton, to cultivate in the world.” Now Logan and the others finally understood why their masters and grandmasters were showing such respect to this Taoist. Who was George Bolton? He was the founder of the Wudang Sect, a legendary figure, and the man before them was his disciple! But then they became confused again. If he was a disciple of Wizard Bolton, then he belonged to the “Yun” generation, so how should they address him? Logan couldn’t help but start counting on his fingers, but halfway through, the two suddenly remembered their earlier attitude. Instantly, cold sweat broke out all over them, and their faces turned pale. They scrambled over to Henry Bolton, and with several loud “thuds,” they kowtowed repeatedly: “Ancestor, we were blind just now. Please don’t hold it against us!”

Once again, a gentle force lifted them up, and that same soft voice sounded in their ears: “As cultivators, you must treat everyone with a calm heart, without arrogance or impatience. Do not become conceited because of your talent, and never look down on anyone!”

“Yes, yes, we disciples will definitely remember the ancestor’s teachings!” The two young Taoists nodded their heads like pecking chicks.

Seeing the two young Taoists still trembling and standing there nervously, Henry Bolton smiled and picked out two of the lowest-grade elixirs from his Qiankun Ring. It wasn’t that Henry Bolton didn’t want to give them better elixirs, but the two before him were simply too weak—even these lowest-grade elixirs would be enough for them to absorb for eight or ten years.

When Henry Bolton took out what he considered the lowest-grade elixirs, a fragrant aroma filled with spiritual energy instantly permeated the entire space. All eyes, young and old, were fixed intently on the elixirs in Henry Bolton’s hand, and the sound of drool dripping onto the floor could be clearly heard. Although the temple had many precious herbs, those were only considered valuable in the mortal world. After all, the Wudang Sect had only been established for about 700 years. No matter how good the medicinal herbs were, if they hadn’t grown long enough, their effects were still worlds apart. Unlike the immortal valley where Henry Bolton lived, which had been inhabited by the ancient Xuanwu millions of years ago—there, even a random handful of herbs would be over a thousand years old. The elixirs in his hand were made from the most ordinary ginseng in the valley, combined with some immortal herbs, but every single ginseng and herb was at least a thousand years old. Compared to the best pills in Owen’s possession, which were made from ingredients only about three hundred years old, the luster, fragrance, and spiritual energy were simply incomparable. Of course, even if George Bolton and Henry Bolton used the same ingredients as Adam, the elixirs they refined would still be several grades higher.

Nowadays, these old fellows no longer cared about worldly affairs. The only thing they focused on was cultivating, hoping to glimpse the Dao in their lifetime. Elixirs were undoubtedly the best things to improve their level and speed up cultivation, so when Henry Bolton took out two elixirs, everyone’s eyes lit up, all hoping that Henry Bolton would smile at them and say, “Hey, this elixir is for you!” Of course, they also knew in their hearts that good things always went to the elders first, so Owen had the greatest hope here. Some of the elder Taoists were already looking at Owen with envy, even jealousy. Owen himself was staring nervously at the elixirs—he had been stuck at the mid-stage of Pill Brewing for too long, and he was certain that if he took even one of these elixirs, he would be able to break through to the late stage and move toward the Core Condensation stage. However, what Henry Bolton said next almost made them all collapse and cough up blood.

“You two young Taoists, don’t be afraid. As the saying goes, ignorance is not a crime—just be more careful next time. These two elixirs are for you, one each, as a meeting gift. After taking them, go into seclusion for ten years and cultivate your Dao heart well!” With that, the two elixirs flew into the palms of Logan and Gavin. The two young Taoists looked at their palms in disbelief, then suddenly pinched each other, and when they felt the pain, they realized it wasn’t a dream. They immediately knelt before Henry Bolton, tears of gratitude streaming down their faces, and kowtowed several times again—this time, with pure joy.