Daqin arrests alchemists, what does it matter to me as a qi refiner?

The place that took Yang Ling so long to come back must be extraordinary. Although Fusu's talent was not exceptional, he was also a good seedling. He cultivated quickly and even caught up with Xu Fu, who had many adventures and opportunities.

The faster and stronger the cultivation, the more curious people are about cultivation. They want to know more than people at a lower level.

"You can ask him about this. If he is willing, he can tell you." Hearing Fusu's question, Yang Ling raised his hand and patted Xu Fu, who had returned to his kneeling position beside him at some point, and said lightly.

"Your Majesty, Young Master, Master's time is precious and should not be wasted on telling stories. I can tell the stories on Master's behalf." Xu Fu smiled at Ying Zheng and Fusu and responded.

When it came to Yang Ling's recovery, Xu Fu's usual flattering demeanor disappeared. He spoke seriously, as if he was talking about something that he would never give in to.

In fact, this is indeed the case. If Ying Zheng and Fusu did not agree in the end, Xu Fu would not even show them mercy.

The spiritual energy on the continent has fully recovered, and the future world will be a world of cultivators. In the world of cultivators, the emphasis is on the first to achieve success, and there is no discussion of imperial power and hegemony.

Xu Fu's mentality changed because of the Kunlun Mountain operation. He changed a lot after returning, and the biggest change was his mentality. Both Ying Zheng and Fusu felt this.

The way they looked at Xu Fu was no longer as indifferent as before, and even looked down on him.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Lord Xu." Fusu bowed slightly and smiled at Xu Fu.

Fusu was gentle as jade, gentle and polite to others, and had few enemies in the world. Of course, this did not include people with bad intentions like Hu Hai and Zhao Gao.

Xu Fu responded to Fusu with a faint smile. He didn't say much, but he exuded a kind of immortal temperament.

Yang Ling picked up the cup that had just been filled and glanced at Ying Zheng. His meaning was very clear. If there was nothing else, they could leave.

Ying Zheng naturally understood what Yang Ling meant, and immediately stood up and bowed, saying, "Sir, you must have been exhausted from the journey. Fusu and I will not disturb you any further. You should have a good rest, and there is no need to see me off."

"Sir, Fusu will take his leave first." Seeing Ying Zheng's actions, Fusu also stood up and bowed.

Yang Ling had no intention of seeing them off, so he naturally wouldn't be polite. He sat on the rattan chair and watched Xu Fu send them off, which was his greatest courtesy.

Little Bit had been quiet since entering the Kunlun Mountain Secret Realm. Yang Ling always felt that this guy was frightened by some ancient power inside and therefore hid himself.

Yang Ling didn't want to care about it either. He threw the storage space where the little thing was hidden aside and began to mobilize the power in the Moon Jade to heal his wounds.

The power contained in the Moon Jade seemed endless, which always made Yang Ling curious. In the depths of his soul sea, he called out to the figure of the fairy in yellow again.

"Master, what are your orders?"

Following a cold and queen-like voice, a yellow shadow and the weapon spirit appeared. The weapon spirit's appearance was impeccable, but the voice was as cold as ice, without any emotion.

Yang Ling nodded slightly and asked, "What exactly is the power contained in this jade? How much is its reserve? Can I use it indefinitely without running out of energy?"

Facing Yang Ling's repeated questions, the weapon spirit seemed to be stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, and replied calmly: "These powers have been with me since the day I came into being. They will only continue to grow, and have never decreased or disappeared."

The spirit's explanation confirmed that the power in the jade beads was a renewable and growing resource, so there was no need to worry about it running out.

After learning this, Yang Ling's curiosity was aroused again: "What exactly are these powers? How can I make them continue to grow?"

However, the spirit of the weapon seemed to be in great pain when asked this question. She looked embarrassed, as if she was recalling something from the past that she did not want to mention.

"My current state is fragmented, and my memory is incomplete. The same is true for the jade in your hand. I have no memory of its origin."

After saying this, the weapon spirit seemed to have a splitting headache, and its body curled up into a ball, eventually turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating.

Although he felt distressed about the state of the weapon spirit, Yang Ling did not regret asking this question. He now understood that the Moon Jade in his hand was broken, and if he wanted to understand its origin and the full memory of the weapon spirit, he had to find other fragments.

After the weapon spirit disappeared, the power in the jade pendant also dissipated. Although the weapon spirit had recognized its master, the power in it was too strong and far beyond Yang Ling's control. Without the assistance of the weapon spirit, he could not continue to repair the damaged meridians.

Yang Ling smiled helplessly, slowly stood up and walked out of the courtyard.

As soon as he opened the door, Xu Fu's figure came into view. Yang Ling was slightly surprised that he had not left yet.

"Master, are you going out? I am willing to serve you."

Seeing Yang Ling leaving, Xu Fu immediately stepped forward and asked respectfully.

"I'm just taking a walk."

Yang Ling raised his eyes to look at Xu Fu and asked calmly: "Didn't Ying Zheng ask you to go back and tell the story?"

He originally thought that Ying Zheng and Fusu would take Xu Fu away directly when he left the villa to inquire about their experiences over the past twelve years.

"His Majesty the First Emperor has returned to the palace and asked me to go to the palace to tell you about the past twelve years when I am free. I thought that if Master needs to go out, I can run errands for you, so I stayed outside."

Xu Fu did not dare to hide anything and answered completely.

He did have such a plan, but his relationship with Ying Zheng was not as polite as he said now. Ying Zheng and Fusu wanted to take him back to the palace immediately to inquire about the secrets of Kunlun Mountain, but Xu Fu had not yet figured out how to say it, after all, it involved many mysterious experiences that could not be described, so he refused the two.

Ying Zheng and Fusu did not say much about the subtle change in Xu Fu's attitude. Although they have been in high positions for many years, they are the ones who adapt to the rules of the cultivation world the fastest.

In this age where strength is respected, they are well aware that they must speed up their practice and win respect with their strength, rather than relying on the imperial power, monarchy and power of the past.

Now that the spiritual energy has initially recovered, many people have not yet mastered the method of cultivation, and their strength is improving slowly. Ying Zheng and Fusu both understand that they must seize this opportunity, firmly grasp the resources, and quickly improve themselves. Using a real realm to suppress those people is the future development trend.

"It's not convenient for you to follow me like this, so just go and do your own thing."

Yang Ling glanced at Xu Fu and said with a hint of disdain. Thanks to Ying Zheng and Fu Su's vigorous promotion, Xu Fu's image was almost known to everyone. Yang Ling did not want to go with him to avoid attracting attention.

"Master, I can disguise myself, so you don't have to worry."

Seeing that Yang Ling really didn't plan to take him with him, Xu Fu became a little anxious and immediately took out a human skin mask from his arms and put it on his face.

This human skin mask is much better looking than Xu Fu's own face, and can even be compared with someone like Fusu who is pampered and has a good foundation. "Human skin masks are poisonous, aren't you afraid that your face will rot if you wear it for too long?"

Seeing Xu Fu's actions, Yang Ling frowned slightly and asked.

"Master, rest assured. I have already reached the third level of the Human Realm. I only need to go back and circulate my spiritual energy for a cycle to dissipate this poison. You don't have to worry too much."

Hearing Yang Ling's concern, Xu Fu was a little excited, but also a little helpless. He felt that his master didn't seem to remember his cultivation.

"As you wish."

Yang Ling waved his hands. Since Xu Fu himself didn't care, he naturally wouldn't say anything more.

The saying that human skin masks cannot be worn for a long time is indeed aimed at mortals. For practitioners like them, the toxin is not as serious as the side effects of taking a random pill, so they naturally don't care.

Yang Ling was just giving a kind reminder. Since Xu Fu didn't care, he wouldn't waste any more words on it.

"Master, where are you going? Do you want me to make arrangements in advance?"

Xu Fu quickly caught up with Yang Ling and asked attentively.

"Need not."

Yang Ling kept walking and replied calmly. He had too much unrefined power in his body, but his weapon spirit disappeared and his meridians were not repaired. At this time, any power he used might be backfired, so he could not refine that power.

In fact, Yang Ling and his friends could have stayed at home to comprehend the techniques. There were countless techniques and skills in the jade pendant that were useful to them, but Yang Ling was not in a hurry to comprehend them.

Because before, when he was in the third palace, he had been controlled by the spirit of the weapon. The spirit of the weapon brought him the skills he used, and he learned them at that time, but after he came out, they were like clouds in the sky, visible but not touchable.

The spirit of the weapon once said that this was a bottleneck. Maybe going out for a walk and relaxing would automatically clear the bottleneck.

Yang Ling remembered this sentence, so he chose this time to go out for a walk and see the changes in Xianyang City in the past twelve years.

The villa that Ying Zheng arranged for Yang Ling was located at the northernmost part of Xianyang City. It was a large courtyard with three entrances and three exits, facing north and south. Even in Xianyang City, where hundreds of officials and wealthy people gathered, it was one of the best.

However, Yang Ling didn't care about these things. He didn't understand them either, he just felt that it was quite comfortable to live in such a big house alone.

Coming out of the courtyard, walking two steps east, you will reach the second busiest street in Xianyang City. It is very lively here in the morning, with all kinds of shops and small vendors carrying loads on their shoulders passing by to sell goods.

At noon, all the vendors would close their stalls and go home for lunch. Some of the vendors would move to other places in the afternoon, but there would always be new vendors to take over, making the place very lively until sunset.

Although Yang Ling had been in Xianyang City for a while, he had never been out and about. He had long since left the world behind, so naturally he was not interested in these things.

"Master, there is a teahouse on this street, which is well-known in the surrounding area. If you want to rest, I can go there in advance and ask someone to prepare the best private room for you. There are also several fruit shops..."

As Yang Ling walked along, Xu Fu followed him and introduced the route. He introduced each scene with each step, and he talked endlessly. However, Yang Ling became a little impatient.

"Either you keep quiet or go back."

Yang Ling stopped and looked at the excited Xu Fu, and said calmly. Although his tone did not reveal his joy or anger, and there was no blame in his words, Xu Fu still felt that he had displeased his master.

Xu Fu raised his hand to cover his mouth, indicating that he would not speak anymore. Yang Ling then continued to walk forward.

It is true that he had never been to Xianyang City, but the real purpose of this trip was not to Xianyang City, but to the barren mountains not far outside the city.

Yang Ling had already experienced the mundane world and had long since severed all ties and feelings towards it. He naturally did not need to seek a way to break through here.

Yang Ling had noticed the barren mountains outside the city when he first came to Xianyang. But he had never thought of going there before. Now that he finally had time, he naturally had to put this matter on the agenda.

The two left Xianyang from the East Gate. As the year was drawing to a close, the remnants of the six kingdoms were ready to make a move, so the city gates were set up with many checkpoints to strictly check the people coming and going.

Yang Ling and Xu Fu were stopped at the door. Xu Fu seemed to be prone to road rage, and when he was stopped, he showed an unhappy look on his face and immediately wanted to blame the soldiers guarding the city.

However, he forgot that he was still wearing a human skin mask. Even if he was famous, the soldiers guarding the city would not recognize him and would not give him a break and let him go first.

"Why are you staring at me like that? If you don't want to leave, then go ahead. But you dare to obstruct the official. Do you really think you have enough heads to chop off?"

The soldiers guarding the city pushed Xu Fu hard, intending to drive him back, but they did not expect that Xu Fu's strength was no longer what it used to be. Even though his spiritual power was difficult to use freely at the moment, he was definitely not something that these mortals could shake.

Seeing that pushing and shoving was fruitless, a trace of embarrassment flashed across the soldier's face, and then he shouted loudly: "Brothers, this man is preventing us from checking passers-by. I suspect he is a spy sent by the remnants of the Six Kingdoms. Take him to the government office for strict interrogation!"

Just as Xu Fu was in a state of turmoil, a short man with cunning eyes and aura around him took the opportunity to sneak into the inspection team. The soldiers in charge of the inspection were attracted by the movement here and did not carefully check the short man, allowing him to slip through.

The short man walked hurriedly, looking extremely anxious, and bumped into Yang Ling accidentally when he passed by him, but he didn't say a word. Yang Ling didn't care, but Xu Fu was furious and wanted to chase after the man to teach him a lesson.

However, the soldiers guarding the city did not let Xu Fu go. A group of people surrounded him and wanted to take him to the government office for interrogation.

"Master, please wait a moment, I will deal with them!"

Xu Fu kicked away the soldiers who were blocking his way, moved a chair over, asked Yang Ling to sit down, and then turned to face the soldiers.

After being accepted as Yang Ling's registered disciple, Xu Fu was given a token by Prince Fusu. Seeing the token was like seeing Fusu himself.

Xu Fu had never used it because he had no need for it. The officers and soldiers were familiar with his face and knew that he was a favorite of the First Emperor, so no one dared to stop him easily.

But today was different. Xu Fu was wearing a human skin mask and it was inconvenient to take it off, so he could only show the token.

Although Ying Zheng did not give up power over the years, Fusu, as the future emperor of the Qin Empire, had already taken charge of half of the army.

There were even people in the Black Ice Platform standing behind Fusu. This was naturally at the instruction of Ying Zheng, otherwise no one would dare to take sides easily.

Because of Fusu's status and his friendly image, for the soldiers, Fusu's token was sometimes even more intimidating than the imperial edict. (End of this chapter)