Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

After Yang Qian got the talisman, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes. The light of excitement was like the bright stars in the night sky, instantly lighting up his eyes.

However, he quickly regained his composure and put it away carefully and calmly.

Once the exchange of things was completed, everyone began to talk about their own insights into cultivation, or their unique understanding of certain secret techniques.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the hall became solemn and focused, and everyone pricked up their ears, expecting to gain inspiration from it.

Of course, most people speak simply or extremely vaguely, as if they are hesitant and holding back.

There were also people who spoke in great detail but deliberately stopped talking when it came to some key points, as if they wanted to whet everyone's appetite.

Others who were really interested in this were not in a hurry and would send a message later. The two of them would use treasures or other skills to conduct a one-on-one alternative exchange. That scene was like a secret transaction, full of mystery.

"I've been practicing this technique recently, but I always feel that my spiritual energy is not flowing smoothly. Do you have any suggestions?" A young monk said with a frown on his face. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were full of confusion and anxiety, as if he was in a deep predicament.

"In your case, it's probably because your meridians are not open yet, and you need to use special elixirs to assist in your cultivation." An elderly monk next to him said slowly. He stroked his beard, his expression was calm, and his eyes revealed a kind of wisdom that came from having experienced many vicissitudes of life.

The two monks surnamed Wen turned a blind eye to this. They sat on the stone chairs, their expressions as calm as water, and occasionally glanced at the people in the hall, but they did not linger for a moment, as if all this had nothing to do with them.

Yang Qian has been studying the art of talismans recently, and he briefly talked about some of the superficial aspects of his understanding. Although his talk was brief, it was well-organized, allowing people to get a glimpse of the key points.

He looked serious and said in a clear voice: "My understanding of the way of talismans is still shallow, so I can only give you a superficial understanding..."

But obviously, not many of the cultivators in the hall were interested in the art of talismans, and naturally did not pay much attention to what Yang Qian said.

They were either whispering to each other or looking around, and a slight noise could be heard in the hall.

However, when the cultivator surnamed Wen and Zhao Wugui heard what Yang Qian said, they were surprised to find that it was all related to the silver tadpole talisman.

They looked at each other, with a hint of surprise and curiosity in their eyes.

Although many high-level cultivators understand the silver tadpole script, it would be extremely difficult to study the art of talismans without someone to explain it one-on-one and open the door to understanding.

As for Han Li, he naturally attached great importance to what Yang Qian said. He listened carefully to every word, fearing that he would miss it.

After everyone had told their stories, someone immediately couldn't wait to ask Zhao Wugui and the cultivator surnamed Wen some questions about the difficulties they had in cultivation.

"Senior, I have reached a bottleneck in my practice of this technique and have not been able to make a breakthrough for a long time. I don't know what to do?" a cultivator asked anxiously, with anxiety in his voice.

But for some of the questions, the monk surnamed Wen answered directly with just a few words, and for some related questions, he smiled and said nothing, but Zhao Wugui would transmit a message to the questioner and say a few words.

From time to time, low voices could be heard in the hall, and the voices seemed to come from the bottom of a deep valley, with a hint of depression and urgency.

Sometimes it falls into a brief silence, which is like the calm before a storm, making people feel inexplicably nervous.

Whether the person asking the question nods or shakes his head, his expression will be either relieved or regretful, but he will immediately sit down again and say nothing more.

Their movements were either fast or slow, but they all seemed very submissive.

Almost all of these newly ascended monks have more or less difficulties in their cultivation, so except for Yang Qian, no one is willing to give up the rare opportunity before them.

Their eyes were full of desire and expectation, like travelers looking for light in the darkness.

Yang Qian practiced the Brahma True Demon Art, which was a dual cultivation of Dharma and body, although he also had some puzzles in his practice.

But no one had ever practiced this technique before, so he naturally didn't bother to ask any questions. He just watched coldly from the side. He folded his hands across his chest, looking calm, like an unshakable mountain.

After a full hour, all the talents had been questioned, and some of them used exclusive information to exchange some elixirs from Zhao Wugui and the others.

The exchange process was either smooth or tortuous, and the atmosphere was sometimes tense and sometimes relaxed.

In this way, according to the practice of previous gatherings, all the processes were completed.

At this time, the monk surnamed Wen coughed lightly, then slowly stood up and said, "Okay, now that all the trivial matters have been dealt with, the two of us have brought some instructions from Elder Lei Luo. You should listen carefully."

His voice echoed in the quiet hall, clear and serious, like the sound of a huge bell, awakening the deaf.

Upon hearing what the cultivator said, Yang Qian and the others were startled and their expressions became solemn.

Their expressions instantly became solemn and focused, as if they were waiting for a crucial trial.

The entire hall suddenly became silent, as if even the air had frozen, and only the slightly nervous breathing of the crowd could be heard.

The breathing sounds came and went like a low symphony.

There are five human elders in Tianyuan City, and Master Lei Luo and Zen Master Jin Yue are two of them.

They are the backbone of the human race. With their boundless magical powers and profound wisdom, they support the sky of Tianyuan City and provide a peaceful shelter for the difficult survival of the human race in this spiritual world.

These two combined monks with unfathomable magical powers are also ascended monks.

But among them, Zen Master Jin Yue ignored external affairs and spent many years in seclusion and hard practice, like a peerless master hidden from the world.

Master Lei Luo naturally became the leader of all the ascended monks in Tianyuan City. His every decision and every action affected the fate of many ascended monks in Tianyuan City.

His prestige among the ascended monks is unmatched. His name is like a symbol, representing strength and hope.

However, Yang Qian had never seen the two of them since he came to Tianyuan City.

I attended the sermons in the Tianguang Hall several times, and I only heard the sermons of the other three elders.

"Elder Lei Luo recently analyzed the intelligence obtained from various sources and finally came up with accurate information. Within ten years, there is more than a 60% chance that Tianyuan City will be attacked by alien races, and there is more than a 20% chance that it will face a coalition of more than three surrounding alien races. Although it is very small, the possibility of another war among hundreds of races cannot be completely ruled out." Zhao Wugui's face was solemn, and his voice was unusually cold as it echoed above the hall, like a cold wind in winter, blowing through everyone's heart.

Although everyone in the hall had anticipated what Zhao Wugui would say, their hearts still sank as he spoke. Some people took a deep breath, and some couldn't help but clench their fists.

When they heard words like "the war of a hundred races", most of the people even turned pale.

"This, how is this possible! How could there be such a terrible situation!" said a monk in a trembling voice, his eyes full of fear.

"The chance of siege is more than 60%. This is simply a disaster!" Another monk's face was pale and his lips trembled.

Even though most of these people have only ascended to the spiritual world from the lower realms in the past hundred years, they are certainly familiar with the rumored ancient wars such as the War of a Hundred Races.

It was a dark history filled with blood and killing, with countless lives lost. It is chilling just to think about it.

This was a super racial war that almost led to the annihilation of the human and demon races.

The scale of that war was earth-shattering. Countless lives wailed in the flames of war, and countless homes were reduced to ruins in the smoke of gunpowder.

It is said that this war lasted for ten thousand years from the initial fighting to the final cessation of fighting, and its cruelty is simply beyond words.

Time seemed to stand still in this war, with pain and despair intertwined into an endless dark picture.

Han Li, who had been sitting in the corner without saying a word, let out a long sigh and then showed a bitter smile.

"It seems that the situation is worse than I originally thought! I really need to think of some self-protection strategies. Fortunately, Senior Brother Yang has already informed me of this news and gave me a lot of pills, recipes and materials in return, which at least gave me a better chance of saving my life." Han Li thought so in his heart, looking at Yang Qian's back with gratitude and exploration in his eyes.

At this time, Yang Qian seemed to have sensed something. He turned his head slightly and met Han Li's eyes. He gave Han Li a firm and comforting look, as if telling Han Li not to worry too much.

If a war among alien races breaks out, let alone him being a mere Jindan cultivator, even the elders in the Fusion stage would most likely perish. But seeing that Senior Brother Yang doesn't seem to be panicked, could it be that Senior Brother Yang has some trump card?
Han Li's eyes flashed, and he thought silently, with a little more speculation and expectation in his heart.

"The two seniors must have other intentions in telling us, who have low cultivation bases, this news. Otherwise, such a confidential matter would not be leaked easily." A barefoot man stood up and saluted, then asked with a respectful look but also a bit of doubt.

"All of you Daoists have been able to cultivate to your current level from the lower realms with thin spiritual energy, and have overcome all kinds of risks to ascend to the spiritual world. You are all very smart. There are also a few Daoists who have emerged from the three realms of the human race through numerous selections. It is not easier for us to ascend to the spiritual world! Then I will be frank!

Over the years, as soon as we arrived in Tianyuan City, we would serve as Qingming Guards. It seemed that we were highly valued, but in fact, whenever there was a dangerous incident, the first people the Elders would consider were people like us to deal with it. As a result, although every few years a fellow ascended cultivator or a third-level cultivator would join us, the majority of high-level cultivators who had died in Tianyuan City over the years were still ascended cultivators like us and third-level cultivators.

In fact, the number of us Ascended Monks and Third Realm Monks does not even account for one tenth of the high-level monks. Most of the local monks in Tianyuan City only need to do some stable tasks. I think everyone should have a deep understanding of this after all these years in Tianyuan City.

Some Taoists have been ordered to carry out several very risky missions. You may not know that this kind of treatment is the result of our unity and the painstaking efforts of Elder Lei Luo. It is said that before Zen Master Jin Yue and Elder Lei Luo entered the Council of Elders, our situation was even worse. After taking turns in Tianyuan City, half of us would die. "Zhao Wugui continued coldly, and his tone seemed to be getting colder.

The expressions of the people in the hall became somewhat unnatural.

Some had frowns on their faces, some had gloomy expressions, and some were worried. The entire hall was shrouded in a depressing and heavy atmosphere.

After hearing what the monk surnamed Wen said, they did feel something to some extent.

Even in recent years, several people have personally witnessed other monks die while carrying out some extremely dangerous missions.

Those scenes are still chilling when I think back on them.

Otherwise, a few more people who were attending the party in the hall would come out.

Yang Qian's face became expressionless, but a hint of contemplation flashed in his eyes.

As soon as he became a Qingming Guard, he was sent to a dangerous place like Fuli Swamp.

As for the monks leading the other three teams that had been taking turns on duty in the Fuli Swamp with their team, one was a native monk from the spiritual world, and the other two were also ascended monks.

Anyone who is careful will naturally find some clues about this.

What's more, Yang Qian had already known about the various struggles in Tianyuan City from the original novel, and he was mentally prepared.

Even the fairy world is full of conspiracies and intrigues, let alone the spirit world.

That's why when Zhao Wugui took the initiative to come to him and invite him to this so-called party, Yang Qian agreed without hesitation. At that time, his eyes were firm, without the slightest hesitation.

From his interactions with other people, Yang Qian naturally saw the slight fear that other cultivators had towards the ascended cultivators and the third realm cultivators.

Otherwise, Ming Laoguai and others who failed to take the treasure from his spiritual land that day would not have been sent away so easily.

Thinking of the unwilling yet helpless expressions of Ming Laoguai and others at that time, Yang Qian couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

With such a backer coming to him, he naturally would not refuse.

Sure enough, after joining this party, no other troubles came to him, and no other difficult tasks were forced upon his team.

Of course, this is also because patrolling the Floating Swamp is a very dangerous task.

When Yang Qian thought of this, he sighed slightly, with a hint of inexplicable color in his expression.

"The reason Elder Lei Luo told you this news in advance is that he wanted to provide us with an opportunity to preserve our vitality before the catastrophe that might occur." The monk surnamed Wen also spoke calmly. He looked calm, and his eyes slowly swept over the people present.

"Senior, could it be that Elder Lei Luo has a way for us to leave Tianyuan City and avoid this war?" A woman in green palace dress and a veil on her head was delighted, a hint of anticipation flashed in her eyes, and she asked hurriedly.

"Humph, the aliens' attack on the city is a matter of life and death for the human race. Even if we have conflicts with other cultivators, we have the responsibility to fight against the aliens. If you dare to leave Tianyuan City privately and evade the responsibility of fighting the enemy without reason, there is no need for the law enforcement team to find you. We will personally take action and kill you." Zhao Wugui's eyes flashed with cold light, and he said grimly. His face was gloomy, and his tone was full of majesty and coldness.

When the people in the hall heard this, their faces changed drastically, and they became a little surprised and doubtful.

Some looked terrified, while others frowned and fell into deep thought.

"Then what exactly do you want, seniors?" The woman in palace dress was quite courageous. After hesitating for a moment, she still asked. She bit her lip, with a hint of stubbornness in her eyes. (End of this chapter)