Longevity and Immortal Journey: Raising Demons, Raising Plants and Seeking Immortals

Chapter 431 Return to the clan
On the Qingyang boat.

Li Changsheng stood on the edge of the boat, looking at the seemingly boundless, surging and violent thunder and gale outside. Although it was not the first time he saw it, he was still amazed in his heart.

The monks are no longer human, but they are too insignificant compared to the heaven and earth.

With his current cultivation level, if he were to be placed in a sea of ​​strong winds and thunder, he would probably not be able to hold out for a moment before being turned into dust.

"It is said that only those who have reached the fourth level of physical cultivation, the Vajra Realm, can bathe in the sea of ​​thunder to temper their bodies, use the strong wind to cleanse the impurities in their bodies, and help their cultivation."

“I don’t know when I will be able to reach this point…”

Li Changsheng shook his head, suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, turned around and looked at the cultivators on the deck of the boat.

Maybe the "channel" is really not important.

After the destruction of the "Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses", no monks were left to guard the "passage". They simply looted it and then left the Chaos Realm.

This was also what puzzled him.

What was Qingyang’s purpose in destroying the “Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses”?
If one wants to obtain the "identity" that Elder Gu mentioned, is it enough to just kill the cultivator?

Li Changsheng frowned.

According to what he had thought before, this "identity" should be something like the Qingyang disciple identity token.

But after destroying the "Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses", he found out that he was wrong.

The monks from the "Ten Thousand Corpses Tomb" did not carry any identity tokens or the like.

Some of their cultivators were captured alive, while others were refined into essence and blood elixirs. The Mountain King Peak Masters did not stop them nor demanded their bodies. It was obvious that this "identity" had nothing to do with "bloodline".

Li Changsheng took a deep breath, feeling a little annoyed, "The riddle master deserves death."

According to what the ancient elders said.

This "identity" is the key to gaining a foothold in Daqing, and from it we can also get a glimpse of what the world of immortal cultivation in Daqing is like.

But what can be done? Elder Gu said nothing.

This made it difficult for him to distinguish the pros and cons.

Li Changsheng suppressed his distracting thoughts and thought of another thing.

He once searched the soul of the monk from the "Ten Thousand Corpses Tomb", but because he was afraid of hurting his soul and bringing disaster, he did not use his full strength. He only learned a few important information from his memory.

I didn't care at that time.

But after wiping out the entire clan in the "Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses", he captured several monks, but when he searched their souls again, he found something wrong with their spirits.

For some unknown reason, his soul was clearly not injured, but his memory was shattered, even less than that of the first cultivator whose soul he searched.

There is absolutely no memory of any techniques or cultivation at all.

Moreover, as time passed, all the captured monks, for unknown reasons, died of exhausted spirits and souls, turning into soulless bodies.

The Qingyang cultivators were shocked and started to check.

But the result is no result.

It seemed as if it was born without a soul, and no trace of it remained.

This method is beyond their level of cultivation and understanding.

Some cultivators wanted to go to the ship to report and inquire, but they were stopped by Elder Gu who was guarding in front of the cabin. He only said that the peak master knew about it, and did not say anything else.

"Was it done by the outside world or Qingyang..."

Li Changsheng glanced at the cabin, shook his head slightly, and turned his gaze to an old man and a young man in the corner, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"The monk from the Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses is really useless. He couldn't even injure him."

It’s not like he hasn’t thought about taking action.

But the two of them didn't give him any chance at all. Not only did they stay away from him, they also joined forces with many of their fellow disciples. This made it difficult for him to make any moves. After all, the Lu family still had an old man with a seventh-level Tao foundation who was not dead yet.

As if they felt his gaze, the old man and the young man turned their heads to look.

Seeing the tall and handsome figure, the old man's face was full of wrinkles. The young man's eyes were fierce and he did not hide his malice towards him. The aura around him fluctuated.

The old man frowned and turned to look at the young man.

Seeing the illusory mountains faintly outlined above his head, a complex look flashed in his eyes. He sighed secretly, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, and shouted softly: "Don't cause trouble."

Lu Lingqiu snorted coldly, retracted his gaze, sat cross-legged, and restrained the restless magic power in his body.

Li Changsheng's eyes fell on the illusory mountain above Lu Lingqiu's head. He sensed its emanating aura and a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes. "This magical aura."

He had a brief fight with Lu Lingqiu.

Although the small magical power he displayed at that time and the magical power that was dissipating now were of the same origin, he could be sure that the two were definitely not the same kind of magical power.

And judging from his performance, Lu Lingqiu seemed to be unable to control his Tao foundation.

"Change the foundation? Or"

Li Changsheng thought of a possibility, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he looked at Elder Gu who was sitting cross-legged in the cabin, and asked in a voice transmission: "Brother Gu, do you know how old the ancestor of the Lu family is now?"

Elder Gu opened his eyes, looked at him in confusion, then looked at the old and young group not far away, shook his head slightly, and replied in a voice transmission: "As far as I know, the ancestor of the Lu family has not yet reached the point where his life span has run out."

"Am I overthinking it?"

Li Changsheng was somewhat disappointed. He replied and turned to look at the outside world, thinking about returning to the sect. The sun and the moon rose and fell.

Three days later.

The Qingyang Boat trembled for a moment, the restriction patterns on the hull dimmed, and the protective shield covering the outside turned into spiritual light and dissipated.

What comes into view are lush and green peaks, flying boats, magical birds, and escaping lights shuttling between the peaks, creating a lively scene.

“I’m back again.”

Li Changsheng took a deep breath, a smile appeared on his face, he greeted Elder Gu and the cultivators he had met in recent days, then rode his beam of light into the sky.

After a while.

A faint light fell into a mountain hundreds of feet high that was dotted with pavilions, towers, green bamboos, pines and cypresses.

On the mountainside, outside a emerald green bamboo building.

The escaping light disappeared, and Li Changsheng appeared. Looking at the bamboo building which was the same as before, the smile on his face became even more intense. He stepped forward and waved his sleeves past.

The door of the bamboo building was open.

Before entering the door, I heard a burst of surprised cheers.
"Wow!"

"Miss, you are really amazing. You broke such a big piece of bluestone with just one punch."

Li Changsheng's mind was dazed for a moment, as if he had heard these words before.

Step into the courtyard.

Two young girls stood in the yard, exclaiming in admiration from time to time.

And in the center of the courtyard.

A pretty and lovely girl was practicing boxing seriously. Her body was as slender as a willow and the wind from her fists was whistling. Occasionally, she would chop down a piece of bluestone standing in the yard. With a bang, a corner of the bluestone as big as a door panel shattered into stones.

This caused the girl standing beside to praise him continuously.

Seeing this scene, Li Changsheng smiled and shook his head.

Although the girl's punches looked very beautiful, she had no blood and energy in her body and could only chop stones.

Li Changsheng sighed in his heart: "Even little Xifu has grown up this big."

That’s right, the one doing boxing in the yard was the greedy little Xifu. Now, more than 20 years have passed, he has grown up and his cultivation has reached the tenth level of Qi training.

Just as he was sighing, a huge shadow loomed over him.

Feeling the rich blood and energy in the person behind him that was comparable to that of the late stage of Condensation Veins, Li Changsheng turned around and said with a smile, "Rong." But his smile suddenly froze on his face halfway through his words.

He was immediately embraced by two strong arms, and a deep voice with a hint of crying rang out, "Brother!"

The girl and servants who were practicing boxing in the yard heard the sound and turned their heads to look.

When they saw the woman wearing armor, who was nearly ten feet tall, had arms strong enough to run a horse, and had a heroic and pretty face, they all exclaimed in surprise:

"Sister Pan'er."

"Miss, you're back!"

The time for tea has passed.

"What kind of blood essence did you refine?"

"Does physical training turn the brain into muscle as well?"

"Girls, just. Just."

"If your parents see this, you..."

"I'm so angry!"

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Outside the Bamboo House.

Hearing the angry voices coming from the bamboo building, Xiao Xifu and the servants looked at each other.

Little Xifu hurriedly said, "I'm going home first. I'll come to visit Uncle Li tomorrow." After that, he circulated his spiritual power in his feet, spread his legs and ran out.

Wait until she leaves.

The older servant in the lead glared at the two younger servants, waved his hand, and led them to the kitchen.

Bamboo floor living room.

Li Pan'er hung her head dejectedly and kept silent, listening to her elder brother's lecture and curling her lips. In the world of immortal cultivation where the strong prey on the weak, good looks cannot be used to make a living.

Thinking of this, her eyes rolled, and she suddenly raised her head and cried, "Brother, you despise me!"

Normally, the next thing they should have done was express their brotherly and sisterly love to each other.

But when Li Changsheng saw her strong body with arms that could run a horse, he opened his mouth and suddenly fell silent.

He remained silent for a long time.

Li Pan'er was furious, "Brother!"

(End of this chapter)