Marquis of Shang

Chapter 152 Grade 33
Just after Fang Guo Da Zongbo helped Chen Qingxiang to change the tribute information.

In the huge Mysterious Elephant Valley, some caring people began to receive this news one after another.

As the news spread, it started to cause waves inside and outside the entire Xuanxiang Valley.

……

Close to King Fang's Palace, within a majestic and magnificent palace complex.

A 30-year-old man, dressed in the splendid attire of Fang Guo's eldest son, with a pure-blood stigmata on the center of his brow, began to fall into deep thought when he saw the news.

After a while, his expression became cloudy and uncertain.

"A down-and-out remote office, in his early forties, has achieved the Totem Origin Realm, and stayed in Da Zongbo's mansion for half a year."

"Not only can Uncle Da Zong change the result of paying tribute, but also his subordinates can enter Uncle Da Zong's mansion. Could it be that he is the one who awakened the true blood of the mysterious image back then?"

He originally wanted to summon a few core disciples to discuss, but as if he had thought of something, he did not pass the call, but tapped the table twice with his fingers lightly and rhythmically.

But within a few breaths, a totem Yuanjing Xiashi stepped into the palace and saluted the man.

"All blessings, son of the third generation!"

Watching this underworld soldier come in.

The Third Prince of Xuanxiang Fangguo, who was wearing the prince's fine clothes, directly directed at this underworld scholar, commanding and saying:

"Go and give me information about Fang Guo's office, the Qinghe Chen clan, and find it for me."

"promise!"

After receiving the order from the third son, the underworld soldier turned around and walked out of the palace after saluting.

But in just half a quarter of an hour, the underworld soldier returned to the palace with a scroll of bamboo slips in his hand.

The third son who was waiting took the bamboo slips, his spiritual thoughts circulated, and he understood all the information on the entire bamboo slips in a short time.

His expression was serious immediately, and a trace of killing intent appeared all over his body.

In the body, the thoughts of the soul collided at a high speed.

"So they are still my father's descendants!"

"Is it really him?"

"No, no, if it was really him, how could Uncle Da Zong expose him like this?"

After a while, many divine thoughts collided in his soul, thinking of all kinds of possibilities, he muttered to himself with a solemn expression.

"We still have to try one or two!"

When the third son of Fang Guo was about to try it out, some other interested people, some of them, also circled around Chen Qingxiang and started to move.

……

After three days.

Hundreds of miles away from Xuanxiang Valley, there is an ordinary gathering place.

At the edge of it, in a stone house with a simple appearance, a middle-aged man dressed in sackcloth, who looked like an ordinary person, was lying on a dilapidated wooden bed, as if resting with his eyes closed.

It's just that on his head, a trace of spiritual light circulated, carrying a trace of mind, and came to a special place.

In a misty space, five illusory figures appeared.

Five illusory figures, with light flowing around them, covering their figures.

Without saying a word, a mirror image appeared in the center of the five figures.

Words appeared on the mirror image, and a voice that was indistinguishable between male and female, calm and waveless, also appeared with the words, and came out from the image simultaneously.

"This mission is codenamed River Hunting."

"Mission target, Qinghe scholar-bureaucrat, Chen Qingxiang."

"Age, 48, cultivated to the realm of human yuan."

"Treasure, a mysterious elephant chariot, Qinghe Great Seal..."

"Foundation, none!"

"The art of protecting the way, none!"

……

After half a sound, the mirror image disappeared.

After that, the five illusory figures also disappeared from this space one after another.

The middle-aged man lying on the dilapidated wooden bed opened his eyes as the light flashed in his head.

Thinking of the information of the mission goal, he frowned.

"Why is there so little information on this mission objective?"

"Could it be another special mission?"

Thinking of these, the middle-aged man's heart froze.

To be able to let the organization take over without investigating the details clearly, and to send five of them to take action together, must be Xuanxiang Fangguo, the most powerful figure at the top.

Only such dignitaries can make the organization make concessions.

After the middle-aged man thought of this, his originally slightly relaxed state of mind disappeared.

He began to slowly adjust his thoughts, and his soul consciousness fell into a state of neither life nor death, preparing for the upcoming assassination.

……

time flies.

In a flash, nearly five months passed.

The time came to Emperor Yi 860 four years.

November [-]st.

At this time, Chen Qingxiang, who had been in the Immortal Body of the Profound Elephant for more than eight months.

Only then did he look sluggish, and his consciousness was a little trance, and he moved out of the immortal spirit body.

In Da Zongbo's mansion, within a palace, Chen Qingxiang basically recovered his clear consciousness after three days of continuous cultivation, and his state roughly recovered.

Sensing the eleven thousand and eighty-nine pure yellow runes on the purple soul.

There are so many avenue runes, converted to 360 grades of the avenue, that is to reach the 33rd grade of the avenue, and there are still more pure yellow runes.

Simply based on the perception of the Dao, this is already comparable, without wasting the top-grade Yuandan foundation of his own background, and he has reached the realm of Tianyuan.

With a trace of exhaustion, Chen Qingxiang nodded slightly.

It is worthwhile to persevere tenaciously in the face of the pain that comes and goes during the past eight months.

In just eight months, a full 32 ranks of Dao runes were imprinted.

Calculated on average, every eight days or so, one can imprint a first-grade avenue rune, which is equivalent to the same speed of cultivation, consuming nine wisps of light gold luck every day, and the result of one year's hard work.

Rank 32 is equivalent to saving myself nearly 32 years of penance.

If it wasn't for the innate good fortune liquid, only a few drops would be consumed, and it was really impossible to hold on.

Chen Qingxiang actually didn't want to come out yet.

Just wait for ten or eight years, and then come out after completely imprinting on the Tuxing Dao, that would be great.

Too bad it's just delusional.

Inside and outside the body, in the past eight months, it has been refined by the brilliance of the Great Dao more than ten thousand times.

The accumulation of less makes more, whether it is the physical body, the original soul, or the natal totem boundary wall, the purple original force, etc., it has almost increased several times.

It is less than three-quarters of the distance to reach the root of Dao Yuan Dan, the limit of Ren Yuan, and the 120th grade of Brand Dao.

Even if the speed of cultivation remains the same, and one Dao rune is branded every day, it only needs more than 70 years of hard work, which is enough.

……

After training well.

After Chen Qingxiang hid his identity, he began to wander around alone in this prosperous Zhengguo Xuanxiang Valley.

From time to time, I bought some treasures that increase the speed of Yuanjing cultivation.

From time to time, buy some materials for refining natal objects.

Or taste all kinds of delicacies and some special stores.

On this day, Chen Qingxiang was again in Xuanxiang Valley, the most prosperous area, in a shop called Strange Objects Pavilion, and bought an auxiliary material that could refine natal objects.

Walking out of this Pavilion of Strange Objects, it looked like a crossroads.

Chen Qingxiang randomly found a direction that he had never traveled before, and drove a fierce war horse he bought, and drove quickly on the wide road.

(End of this chapter)