Another demon cultivator shouted, which immediately aroused the interest of many wretched male cultivators.

In the Qianqiu Sect's main hall, several Qianqiu elders were sipping spiritual tea and spiritual fruits with smiles on their faces.

Ever since they made money by bluffing people with Ning Fan's stunt, hundreds of monks came to visit Qianqiu Sect almost every day.

Every day, a large amount of Dao Crystals are added to the account. With such financial support, the Qianqiu Sect, both the elders and the disciples, have greatly improved their cultivation.

"It's so good. I think back then I was just an outer disciple of the Qianqiu Sect. I had no hope of integrating souls in this life. I was sent to perform a mission, but I luckily escaped the disaster of annihilating the sect. I lost the sect and became a casual cultivator. It was extremely miserable. The past

I can’t bear to look back..." an elder of the Qianqiu Sect lamented.

"Fortunately, the Immortal Lord of the Rain has become famous, and we have also had the opportunity to make a fortune. With the help of our huge financial resources, we have actually formed elixirs and babies step by step. Hehe, although our sect does not have a god to sit in charge, we have created the Rain Immortal Lord.

Under the banner of the Immortal Lord, even some old monsters from the Immortals must be polite to us..."

Speaking of this, several elders were all beaming and high-spirited.

At this moment, loud noises were heard one after another in the sky above Qianqiu Sect, like thunder.

The next moment, a red light appeared in the center of countless roars like a crack. The red light cracked, shattering the void, and then a dark red spiritual boat sailed out.

At the bow of the spirit boat, stood a young man in white clothes and black hair, looking at the familiar starry sky in the east and smiling slightly.
Chapter completed!