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

Chapter 434 Taixuan, Wanling

A few moments.

After digesting the memories, Li Changsheng couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

to date.

He clearly understood the fundamental inheritance of Qingyang Sect.

The Qingyang Sect was founded by the Jindan Taoist Qingyang and the Taoist Xuanling thousands of years ago. Both of them were from the Wanling lineage, a branch of the "Taixuan Sect".

The outside world calls it "the Way of All Spirits".

All the cultivators in the same lineage practice to transform their human bodies into demon bodies in order to achieve immortality.

There are not many records about "Taixuan Sect".

Li Changsheng understood it just from his few words.

Ten thousand years ago.

The Taixuan Sect is a powerful sect in Daqing, and it is the leader of all sects in Daqing, competing with the Daqing royal family.

Perhaps his ambitions were no longer satisfied with his small piece of land, so he actually tried to establish a "Taoist country on earth". However, he was counterattacked by the Daqing royal family and the twelve states' sects, which led to the destruction of the sect and the dispersion of his heritage.

"Taixuan...Wanling..."

Li Changsheng regained his consciousness and turned to look at the two scrolls offered above him.

The cold and stern man holding a square water bowl in his hand and carrying a sword on his back is Taoist Qingyang, the founder of the Rongxue lineage.

The woman with a white snake and a black snake lying on her shoulders and a black banner in her hand is Xuan Ling Zhenren, the founder of the beast soul lineage.

Li Changsheng withdrew his gaze, his eyes showing deep thought.

There is nothing else in Qingyang Hall except the portraits of the two ancestors.

Does this mean that since the founding of Qingyang Sect, no Jindan Zhenren has been born?
The life span of the golden elixir is three thousand years.

Considering that the five veins of the spiritual plant can pay homage to the ancestor, it means that at least one of the two ancestors of Qingyang Sect is still there.

This gave rise to a problem.

How long does the ancestor have left to live?
Li Changsheng frowned, not daring to think anymore. He suppressed the thoughts in his mind, took out the jade book, and probed into it with his spiritual sense. All kinds of information flooded into his mind.

According to its records.

As a true disciple, you can share a Dao fruit every hundred years, as well as a number of spiritual crystals, spiritual medicines, talismans, etc.
But corresponding to this, true disciples also have to provide support for the sect.

In addition to guarding the sect's fortress and spiritual land, a Taoist base or a great demon must be offered as tribute every hundred years.

Of course, it is not a free offering. For every Taoist base or big monster offered, one can get another Taoist fruit. If one offers precious medicine, one can get even more.

The jade book is connected to the sect’s spirit recording pillar.

With Li Changsheng's current authority, many secrets of the sect are open to him.

Such as the sect's sphere of influence, spiritual land, mineral veins, as well as difficulties in cultivation, meridian condensation inheritance, etc.
As long as he wants, he can search, and the effect is comparable to an encyclopedia.

“That’s convenient.”

Li Changsheng nodded with satisfaction, and his divine sense probed into it again, searching for information in books about "supernatural powers", "Taoism foundation" and "spiritual body".

Now, under the erosion of the magical power "Wanling", the traces of "Blood Evil Soul-Slaying Sword Body" are becoming fewer and fewer, and the sword intent derived from it has weakened by as much as 30%.

foreseeable.

If he couldn't find a solution, it would only be a matter of time before his sword power was abolished.

Time passed slowly as he was immersed in the chaos of information.

Not long.

Luo Tianying, Chang Hanyan, Zhuang Ying, and several unfamiliar Taoist monks entered the temple one after another.

Among them, only Luo Tianying was given the jade tablet and jade book.

After collecting the items, Luo Tianying turned around and found that his seat was below Li Changsheng. He was a little surprised and stepped forward. Seeing that he was still immersed in the jade book, he did not disturb him.

The time for tea has passed.

A heavy footstep was heard, and everyone in the palace turned their heads to look.

The visitor was wearing a simple robe, his face was rough and majestic, his long black hair was casually draped over his shoulders, and he walked like a tiger, ready to bite anyone.

When a deep gaze came over, all the cultivators in the palace avoided him and dared not look at him.

Arriving at the center of the palace, the Mountain King Peak Master bowed to the light and shadow above and said, "Greetings, Sect Master."

The leader of Qingyang Sect said: "Junior brother, you don't need to be polite. Are you feeling better?"

The leader of Shanjun Peak shook his head slightly and said, "No problem." Then he turned around and sat in the second seat on the right.

The leader of Qingyang Sect nodded and looked at the cultivators in the palace. His gentle voice rang in everyone's ears. "Master Xuanling has something to say."

The cultivators were stunned for a moment, and their expressions turned solemn. Li Changsheng's gaze slightly fixed, waiting for the next words.

The leader of Qingyang Sect said bluntly without any nonsense:
"The power of the Daqing royal family is declining, and chaos will arise in the twelve states."

"Are you willing to help the sect return to Daqing and lay the foundation?"

Hear the words.

Everyone's expression suddenly changed and they were shocked.

Although Li Changsheng had anticipated this, when he really saw it, his mind was in turmoil.

Lay the foundation for the sect's return to Daqing.
The meaning of this foundation is obvious, which is to own a piece of land.

But where does the territory come from? The only way is to fight for it!

Li Changsheng felt his scalp tingling at the thought of having to use the identity of "Ten Thousand Corpses Tomb". This was a life-threatening assignment.

In his thoughts.

The three white-haired elders whose seats were next to the Mountain King Peak Master in the hall stood up one after another, bowed and said, "We are willing to go!"

As they finished speaking, the monks below stood up one after another, bowed and said, "I am willing to go too."

These people have one thing in common, that is, they all have the air of old age and it is obvious that they do not have much time left.

Li Changsheng glanced to the side.

Chang Hou, Luo Tianying and others who had been candidates for true disciples with him all frowned and looked hesitant.

Except them.

There were a dozen other vigorous monks in the temple, all equally hesitant.

At this time.

When two real gazes from above fell, everyone felt a sense of pressure.

Sitting on a chair near the door, Zhuang Ying's hesitant expression faded away, and he stood up and said, "Disciple is also willing to go."

Li Changsheng turned around and looked with surprise on his face.

Then Ding Liang, Ji Su, Yin Tan, and Chang Hanyan stood up at the same time, bowed and said, "Disciples are willing to go."

It seemed like a chain reaction, as monks stood up one after another and expressed their willingness to go to the outside world.

Soon, there were only a few left who had not spoken.

"To go or not to go?"

Li Changsheng's thoughts surged. Feeling the two increasingly captivating gazes, he sighed inwardly, stood up, and bowed, saying, "Disciple is willing to go."

After him.

Lan Caishen, Chang Hou, Luo Tianying and others could not hold on any longer and stood up one after another to respond.

Wait until all the monks in the temple agree to go to the outside world.

The Qingyang Sect Master's laughter was heard.

"OK."

"If you are willing to contribute to the sect, the sect will not treat you unfairly."

"Those who have not completed the True Transmission Trial will be exempted from the trial and promoted to the True Transmission."

"The rest can choose a Dao fruit or a Dao inheritance."

The words fell.

Everyone was surprised and thanked, "Thank you, Sect Master."

Then everyone saw the Lord of the Mountain Jun Peak stand up and walk to the center of the hall. He waved his hand and a milky white ball the size of an adult's fist, rippling with amazing spiritual energy, came into view.

Everyone looked puzzled, but the Mountain King Peak Master had no intention of explaining and said directly: "All of you inject a stream of blood into it."

Everyone hesitated for a few moments, then forced out their blood and essence to merge into the milky white ball.

The same was true for Li Changsheng. When his essence and blood merged into the milky white sphere, he seemed to feel connected to some grand will in a trance.

This feeling was very similar to when he signed the blood contract, but compared with the true spirit Huoyan, his will was more empty and vast.

Wait until his mind comes back to him.

The leader of Qingyang Sect and the leader of Shanjun Peak have already left the temple.

Li Changsheng looked thoughtful, "Could it be that the milky white ball is the origin of the Daqing Dynasty's "identity"?"

(End of this chapter)