Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 382

"Senior Qianyan Guchan has obtained the fourth-order avenue, and the strength of the noble sect must have surpassed the Youhuomen and the Sanjue Palace in one step, and is only inferior to the Jiandingzong."

Chen Ping twirled the teacup and said with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist's words are true, once Patriarch Toad breaks through the realm, we juniors will also be honored!"

Deacon Wu answered, the look of complacency in his eyes was obvious.

The sword tripod sect has a profound heritage, and the inheritance of spiritual treasures and Taoism in the sect is the best in Yuanyan. For thousands of years, it has been stabilizing the other three sects.

As for Youhuomen, Sanjue Palace, and Lanyuezong, their respective strengths are not much different, and their rankings change frequently.

In the past thousand years, Lanyue Sect was obviously lagging behind, ranking at the bottom of the four sects.

A golden core monk is the primary factor to measure the strength of a sect.

In the contemporary cultivation world of the Yuanyan Islands, the Sword Dingzong sect has four golden elixirs, ranking first, and is recognized as the number one force in the human race.

The Youhuomen and the Sanjue Palace follow closely behind, and there are three golden elixir to suppress luck.

With the breakthrough of the Thousand-Eyed Ancient Toad, Moon Lane Sect also had three Golden Core-level combat power guardians.

Compared with the other three sects, the longevity of the Golden Pill of Lan Yuezong is extremely sufficient.

Given time, the Sword Cauldron Sect dare not speak nonsense, but if they step on the Youhuomen and the Sanjue Palace, it may really come true.

"Fellow Daoist Wu is backed by such a tyrannical giant tree in the sky, the road to immortality is very good."

Chen Ping smiled and said flatteringly.

"Hehe, Mr. Wu's qualifications are average, but he dare not ask for too much."

Deacon Wu said perfunctorily, and drank the tea in one gulp.

Seeing his intention to see off the guests, Chen Ping didn't stay for a long time, and immediately got up and said goodbye.

……

After a while, Deacon Wu walked to a secret room on the top floor, restrained his expression, and waited patiently.

Not long after, the door opened without any wind, and he tiptoed in.

Sitting facing him was a woman in a white dress.

About [-] years old, with an ordinary appearance, but a pair of watery peach blossom eyes, which is quite charming.

"Big aunt."

Deacon Wu walked aside and saluted respectfully.

"What did that yellow-faced boy check?"

The woman in the white skirt asked faintly, her voice was hollow and old, which did not match her appearance.

"Auntie, that fellow Taoist has searched for a few rare treasures, but among them is a thing called the Vine of the Sky. I have checked all the materials of this sect, but there is no record."

Deacon Wu said in a horrified way.

He dared not hide anything.

Because the female cultivator in front of him who looks younger than him, named Wu Feihe, is actually over 300 years old.

She is not only the owner of Lanyue Pavilion on Xikou Island, but also the first repairer of the Wu family.

Without the care of his aunt, it would be impossible for him, an ordinary foundation-building Dzogchen monk, to assume such a relaxed and powerful position.

"Sky Vine?"

Wu Feihe frowned, thought for a while, and said with flickering eyes: "I've never heard of it, hehe, this person's real purpose should be to search for information about Tianqiongvine from my Lanyue Pavilion."

She has been dispatched to Xikou Island for dozens of years, and she has seen many people with such ulterior motives.

Some obtained some unknown ancient treasure, and some picked rare spiritual herbs, so they came to the door to inquire about information.

It is not surprising that Lanyue Pavilion encounters several cases every year.

"Do you want to send someone to follow him?"

Deacon Wu's heart moved, and he said tentatively.

"Forget it, the most urgent thing is to send that thing to Fuyou City and hand it over to Old Ancestor Yin."

Waving his hand, Wu Feihe said solemnly: "If Patriarch Yin becomes interested in that thing, Auntie will credit you with great credit. After all, the treasure is covered with dust, and it was you who had the discerning eye to recognize the pearl and bought it from a casual cultivator. "

"It's all due to my aunt's luck. I'm just responsible for my job's task of appraising treasures."

Deacon Wu smiled and said with a submissive look.

At this time, his heart can be said to be filled with grief and helplessness.

When appraising that valuable treasure, if the aunt's consciousness hadn't been staring at it, he would have planned to swallow it privately.

It's a pity that I have no chance with the treasure.

However, it would be a consolation if he could leave a little eye contact with ancestor Yin.

He stayed at the peak of Foundation Establishment for 15 years just to wait for the Qingxu Hualou Dan distributed by the sect.

Don't look at my aunt who is so majestic on Xikou Island, but she is at the bottom of all the Yuan Dan in the sect.

Speaking of which, he was indeed queuing up to receive the Qingxu Hualou Pill, but from time to time, he was stepped in by a true disciple or a grandson of a certain mountain master, and in recent years, he has been getting further and further behind in the queue.

But this indefinite wait is just a matter of words for ancestor Yin.

"Auntie, maybe you wait a year before going to Shuangcheng?"

Deacon Wu lowered his tone, and said in time for Ai Ai: "Senior Zhou Wuchun failed to protect the boat last time, and it is said that the injury has not recovered yet."

"And, according to rumors, the Zhou family and..."

Having said this, Deacon Wu stopped with a strange expression and stopped talking.

"You mean to say that the Zhou family colluded with the evil cultivators in Shuangcheng?"

The corners of Wu Feihe's mouth curled up, and he said confidently: "Under my command, there are as many as a dozen spirit ships that crash each year, and there are countless large-scale spirit ships that are hijacked. If it's all caused by internal factors, our cultivation world has long been an evil cultivator." The world is over!"

"What's more, even if it was the Zhou family's problem last time, they will definitely not dare to do it after it can be done. At the beginning of last month, the sect issued the order of the suzerain, expressing its attitude that it intends to eradicate evil cultivators."

"At this time of turmoil, if there is something wrong with the Zhou family, the whole family will be destroyed immediately."

"What my aunt said is very true."

After listening, Deacon Wu nodded again and again, but he didn't think so in his heart.

In the past hundred years alone, Lanyue Sect has issued several suzerain decrees to wipe out evil cultivators in Shuangcheng.

But the evil cultivators seem to be like the spark, which is inexhaustible and burns more and more vigorously.

However, within ten years after each suzerain decree is promulgated, the chance of a boat accident is indeed reduced by more than half.

"I expect to stay in Shuangcheng for one or two years. During this period, you will have full authority to handle all affairs in the cabinet."

Wu Feihe gave a warning, and then motioned him to back down.

The door of the secret room was slowly closed, and Wu Feihe poured a cup of fruit tea, thinking about it quickly.

Zhou Wuchun's strength is low, not even as good as hers.

For safety's sake, she used her authority to contact the Yinluo Sect fifty thousand miles away.

This case has agreed to postpone the date of the boat to Shuangcheng.

At that time, they will meet her in the southern waters of Xikou Island, and the two spirit ships will sail into Fuyou City together.

And the monk who guards the boat of Yin Luozong this time is a puppet master in the late Yuandan period, with powerful supernatural powers, which is no less than that of ordinary Dzogchen.

With him in charge, ordinary evil cultivators in Shuangcheng should not dare to act rashly.

"Even if you encounter evil cultivators at the Golden Core level, forgive them for not daring to take my life as the elder of Lanyue Sect."

Wu Feihe looked very confident, raised his arms slightly, and sprinkled a few spiritual flowers into the teacup.

……

After saying goodbye to Deacon Wu, Chen Ping appeared at the corner of a certain pavilion.

He stopped, with a sneer on his face.

"This female cultivator in the early Yuan Dan period should be Wu Feihe, the master of the local Lanyue Pavilion."

Chen Ping thought silently in his heart.

Although the others were not there, a ray of spiritual consciousness was attached to Deacon Wu's shoulder, and they entered the secret room with him.

Due to the huge gap in the power of the soul, Wu Feihe didn't notice any abnormalities at all in the early stage, and let him eavesdrop on all the conversations, which was really wrong.

Originally, Deacon Wu was monitored just to prevent him from having malicious thoughts.

Sure enough, that guy did propose to Wu Feihe to follow him.

"Hey, congratulations to Fellow Daoist Wu for saving my life."

The cold light in Chen Ping's eyes flashed quickly, and then he immediately returned to normal color.

If these two people knew that he was a half-step Golden Core level powerhouse, they should really be very lucky.

Lan Yuezong tried his best not to provoke him, but once trouble came to him, he would never shrink back and let him bully him.

Having said that, he got some useful news from this eavesdropping.

Wu Feihe will take the same boat with him in March and go to the waters of Shuangcheng.

The purpose is to present a great treasure to please Yin Patriarch.

The ancestor Yin in their mouth is naturally Yin Xianyi, one of the only human golden elixir of Lan Yuezong.

According to rumors, this woman seems to be only over 300 years old, but she has almost broken through the bottleneck of the early stage of Golden Core. Among the twenty or so human Golden Cores on the bright side of Yuanyan Islands, she can be said to have unlimited potential.

In the past few decades, because Gu Zhenren wants to suppress the abyss of the Rift Valley that is about to move, Yin Xianyi has been living in Fuyou City to frighten the monster race.

Chen Ping is only curious about the treasure that Deacon Wu "picked up".

In terms of magic, no matter how precious a treasure is, can it compare to the golden beads in the dantian?

Besides, he had more or less concerns about intercepting and killing the disciples of Lan Yuezong.

Unless there is a very suitable opportunity, otherwise, he will not stretch out his fangs to Wu Feihe for the time being without lack of resources.

In addition, the two people's conversation changed color, which gave him a better understanding of the rampant evil cultivators in the two cities.

However, when you think about it, it's normal.

The evil cultivator camp in Shuangcheng is not a small fight in Neihai, and there are three Golden Core cultivators standing behind it.

The leader among them is a powerful cultivator at the half-step Nascent Soul level, and even the real Su Han of the Sword Cauldron Sect has to be courteous.

Evil cultivators ravaged and poisoned the cultivation world, but Chen Ping didn't have the feeling of gnashing his teeth.

All things have pros and cons, existence is reasonable.

Many times, for a treasure of high value or a rare opportunity, a monk from an orthodox sect would often do something comparable to a person of evil ways.

The difference is that evil cultivators have been doing evil deeds for many years and aboveboard, while righteous people are good at disguising it.

In fact, some of Chen Ping's methods are somewhat related to evil cultivators.

Of course, in order to sacrifice magic treasures or refine supernatural powers, he would not do it no matter what.

With a movement of his mind, Chen Ping lost the mind of Deacon Wu.

Then, he visited some interesting shops one by one, mainly material stores and elixir stores.

After a circle, a large piece of treasure has already been piled up in a corner of the storage ring.

These are the supplementary materials for boiling Qingfengyu soup, and hundreds of materials for refining puppets. A total of 25 spirit stones were spent.

Regrettably, he found nothing at all the major elixir stores in Fang City.

Most of the elixirs sold in the top floor market are second-grade, suitable for foundation-building monks to swallow.

Although there are also third-grade pills, they are basically of ordinary quality with one or two lines, which really can't arouse his interest.

After that, he went in and out of the shop stalls in Fangshi, processed a batch of low-level black goods such as first-level and second-level talismans, first-level spiritual grass, and sold two empty storage rings.

Today, Chen Ping has a total of 380 million Lingshi cash that he can immediately take out.

The cash in his eyes refers to low-grade and middle-grade spirit stones.

As for the high-grade spirit stone, it is the energy that drives the puppet, and he is not going to use it unless it is absolutely necessary.

Taking advantage of his spare time, Chen Ping carefully counted the belongings he had worked so hard to find.

Such as Jiuyang True Fire Comb, high-grade ore, and death talisman are reserved for personal use, and the scattered resources that can be sold have reached 100 million.

It is true that selling black goods in large quantities usually loses half to ten percent, but compared to monk Yuan Dan, his worth is appalling.

After staying in Fangshi for five full days, Chen Ping's figure disappeared when the sky became dark again.

……

Yuelai Inn, Tianzihao room.

Chen Ping released his consciousness all over the surrounding area, and at the same time, arranged a few simple soundproof barriers.

After coming out of Fangshi, he didn't return to Longmen Inn.

Although Lu Xiyun and Wang Jinglong he slaughtered were casual cultivators, they had several close friends.

If he finds out the clues and seeks out the door, thereby alarming the Zhou family, it will inevitably cause a lot of trouble, and it is far better to live in another place.

Sitting down on the futon, Chen Ping's sleeves flicked, and a brocade box half a foot long slipped down.

Open the lid of the box, and a fresh fragrance wafts out in all directions.

I saw a cluster of fluorescent lights rising slowly, and a snow-white rootless spiritual grass of several inches lying quietly in the box.

And on the surface of the grass, phantoms like dragon and phoenix runes flickered.

This is exactly the clear phoenix dragon muscle grass in Wang Jinglong's storage ring.

Due to the separation of the roots and leaves, the efficacy of the medicine will be greatly reduced in a few months.

Therefore, Chen Ping planned to deal with the herb first and cook a Qingfengyu soup.

With a thought, more than 20 groups of colorful spirit grass flew out of the storage ring one by one, including the rhizome of the five-clawed dragon muscle grass, all of which were caught in his hand.

Afterwards, he immediately performed the exercises of the Nine Changes Flame Spirit Jue and began to brew treasures.

……

The time of refining medicine that lasted for ten days passed by in a flash.

The jade bottle suspended in front of him was almost full, and the bright spring liquid flowed slowly, layered upon layer, and its shape was somewhat similar to the Zhenxia secret spring.

Gently shaking the jade bottle, Chen Ping felt quite emotional.

Don't underestimate this small thing, the cost of refining it is extremely scary!
The main material Qingfeng Longjicao is at least one hundred thousand spirit stones, and the various auxiliary materials are another hundred thousand.

A bottle of Qingfengyu soup has reached 20 yuan.

One must know that one single pattern of Qingxu Hualou Pill is only more than [-] yuan!
The key point is that this bottle of jade soup is only enough for him to practice for two years.

"It's hard to imagine how hard it is for those casual cultivators with poor spiritual roots."

Chen Ping sighed, poured a few drops of jade soup into his throat, and began to meditate with his eyes closed.

After a few hours, Chen Ping already understood the medicinal effect of this substance.

About five drops of jade soup is equivalent to a three-line hidden spirit jade bone pill.

With this result, Chen Ping was quite satisfied.

After all, the main material of jade soup is only a thousand-year-old spirit grass, and the longer the age, the better the effect.

If you use the ten-thousand-year-old Qingfeng dragon muscle grass, it is estimated that every drop is worth the quality medicine of Si Daowen.

But the ten-thousand-year spiritual grass will always be the most scarce thing among Nascent Soul and Transformation God cultivators.

As a human being in two lifetimes, Chen Ping only saw one plant at a certain super-large auction.

"Oh, how envious that Venerable must be."

Rolling his eyelids, Chen Ping suddenly remembered a well-known human power in ancient times.

This person's spiritual root is extremely poor, even if he stepped into the immortal way by chance, he would stop at the foundation building stage at most.

But before cultivating Taoism, he picked up a boundary-opening treasure that can cultivate spiritual grass.

In the next 1000 years, the extremely rare Ten Thousand Year Spirit Grass in the cultivation world began to increase inexplicably.

Several Spirit Transformation forces sensed something was wrong, and after meeting and communicating, they discovered that batches of Ten Thousand Year Spirit Grass were actually sold by the same person.

Driven by the interests of Potian, the digitized gods and powers join forces to make a layout, intending to snatch the treasure of Kaijie.

But in the end, several great powers of transforming gods were annihilated in ashes, and the inheritance was cut off.

The venerable took the treasure step by step, moved up and down many cultivation worlds, and gradually heard nothing.

I don't know if the venerable with low-level spiritual roots has achieved the body of a real immortal.

If so, maybe he's still alive?
10,000+ years, for a true immortal, should be far from reaching the limit of longevity.

"Let's try again, if it's possible, then wouldn't I also be able to eat the Ten Thousand Years Spirit Grass as a sugar pill?"

Chen Ping was so moved that he ran out of Xikou City without hesitation, flew thousands of miles all the way, and finally found a small deserted island with no one there.

Then, he grabbed a handful of spiritual grass and seeds, and frantically entered and exited the golden bead space.

After dozens of experiments back and forth, the result is still very disappointing.

Except for souls and high-grade ores, nothing can be brought into the golden bead space.

Chen Ping even thought of a trick.

He tied a long piece of spiritual grass to the ore and gave it to Jin Zhu to devour.

Unexpectedly, Jinzhu would not be fooled by him at all, and the thunder and lightning tentacles pulled out, melting the ore precisely and sucking it into the space.

And the spirit grass is still a spirit grass, without any change, it just falls to the ground alone.

Depressed, Chen Ping had no choice but to give up his unrealistic ideas, and returned to Xikou City in despair.

(End of this chapter)