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

Chapter 463: Medium, trying to escape
A few moments.

Li Changsheng sighed.

"Identity" is similar to the bloodline column. It lacks a certain medium and cannot be changed.

This made him think of the dragon ball that the leader of the Tiger King Peak had taken out to establish the sect in the Ten Thousand Corpse Tomb.

This is the sect.

I think the nobles should have something similar on their door lintel to prove their identity.

"medium."

Li Changsheng looked thoughtful.

If I didn't have the golden finger, it wouldn't be a bad thing to be a tenant under the Meng family, which is ruled by Yuanying Zhenjun, in this class-strict Daqing Dynasty.

But since he could change his status, he would naturally want to sit among the top three nobles. With countless people and the common people providing for him, there was no need to worry about not being able to become an immortal.

After making up his mind, Li Changsheng began to think about how to escape.

It is easy to get away, but it is also difficult.

The simple thing is that he only needs to avoid the sight of the Lord of Mountain Jun Peak and others, and then erase the identity of the Ten Thousand Corpses Tomb Sect, and then he can move around as an ordinary person and wait for an opportunity to obtain the status of a noble.

The difficulty lies in that leaving must be justified and will not bring trouble to the Qingyang Sect’s family members.

Why did Li Changsheng worry about his family issues several times?

Hearing that Ma Rong's people took his younger sister into the sect, he was angry and tried to avoid his parents' love several times, even refining his relatives' blood and sealing his memory.

That's the reason.

After getting a glimpse of this corner of the world of cultivating immortals, Li Changsheng realized that only by being alone can one be free from worries and seek the truth to become an immortal.

But humans are not plants or trees, how can they be heartless?

In the end, he chose the worst and best option.

Li Changsheng suppressed his thoughts and turned to look at the deck. Looking at the panels above each person's head with the words "fake body" clearly written on them, he recalled the great terror he felt when the panels were erased.

"What terrible things will happen if I become a foreigner?"

“This might be my chance.”

Suppressing his eager thoughts, Li Changsheng looked around at the seemingly endless hills and mountains, and murmured in his heart: "No hurry, no hurry, wait a little longer."

Time passes slowly.

Boats travel day and night, flying like stars, crossing countless hills and mountains.

I don't know if it was because the boat was well concealed or because there were few monsters in Daqing, but no monster tried to intercept them as they fled along the way.

This situation caused everyone to marvel at it.

If it were in the Ten Thousand Mountains, the boat would have at least been attacked by a few powerful monsters.

One of them joked that a place with such rich spiritual energy might make the big monsters and monster kings lazy and unwilling to pay attention to this hard lump.

But there are also people who are heavy-hearted and associate it with "identity".

Since monks have status, what about the great demons and demon kings whose wisdom is no less than that of humans? Do they also have status? And what is their relationship with the Daqing Dynasty?
As a result, the "identity panel" once again attracted much discussion.

But they knew very little, and after much discussion, they could only conclude that it was roughly related to the Daqing Dragon Vein Immortal Formation, and the rest was mostly groundless speculation.

soon.

Everyone stopped talking and stretched their arms out of the boat, practicing their skills to attract the increasingly pure and rich spiritual energy from the outside world.

When you feel that your cultivation has stagnated and is slowly improving.

Everyone couldn't help but be happy and immersed in it.

The sun and moon rotate.

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

This day.

Everyone who was immersed in cultivation was awakened by a majestic voice, "Concentrate your breath, without my order, you are not allowed to absorb spiritual energy for cultivation, and you are not allowed to take action."

The voice sounded.

Everyone woke up from their meditation one after another. Although they were reluctant, they did not dare to disobey the Mountain King Peak Master. They retracted their arms that were sticking out of the boat and restrained their own breath.

Just a moment.

Everyone knew why the Mountain Lord gave such an order.

Shortly after the flying boat jumped over a thousand-foot mountain.

A misty fog that stretched for more than a thousand miles and connected the universe to the sky came into everyone's sight. When they got closer, they could see bright light and looming buildings in the fog.

The sky is all around.

Sometimes there were lights, flying boats, and birds flying out and falling into the fog.

Not long after.

The boat arrived in front of the endless fog.

A huge archway that is hundreds of feet high and filled with spiritual light comes into view.

"Tianyuan Market."

When he saw him, Li Changsheng's eyes suddenly lit up, and the thoughts that had been suppressed in his heart gradually sprouted.

"Is this the market town built by the immortal cultivators of Daqing?"

"With this pure spiritual energy here, there must be third-level spiritual objects for sale."

"I heard that the paths of Daqing and Wanchong Mountains are different. I wonder which one is stronger?"

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The old monk raised his eyes to take a look, then closed them again to concentrate. The newly promoted true disciples showed excitement and talked a lot.

Zhuang Ying was one of the most excited ones, and she kept muttering to herself.

Ji Su, Yin Tan was introverted and just listened with a smile.

Chang Hou and Luo Tianying might know something. The former crossed his arms across his chest with a look of disdain, while the latter had a cold and indifferent look, and it was impossible to tell their inner emotions.

Lan Caishen had been holding the jade slip engraved with the magical power "Soul Slaying", frowning and thinking, ignoring all the questions.

Ding Liang's short body was sitting cross-legged in a corner, his head lowered so that his face could not be seen clearly.

Chang Hanyan stood by the deck railing, her pupils confused and disordered, and no one knew what she was looking at or thinking.

at this time.

The sound of heavy footsteps interrupted everyone's discussion.

Yan Yu walked out of the cabin, looked around at everyone, and said in a deep voice: "Don't act on your own. Follow my instructions. Do you understand?" He still didn't explain.

"Yes."

Some people wanted to ask, but when they saw his deep gaze, they held their words back and bowed in agreement.

The boat landed on the jade platform in front of the archway.

All of a sudden, several people stepped out impatiently. When they felt the pure and rich spiritual energy around them, they took a deep breath, their faces revealing unconcealable joy.

Li Changsheng stepped out.

Feeling the pure spiritual energy around him, which was dozens of times richer than that in his own cave, he could not help but be stunned, and the thoughts in his heart became more and more restless.

Ignoring the strange looks from the monks entering and leaving the archway, the Qingyang disciples were like country bumpkins, taking deep breaths and looking delighted.

Even Chang Hou and others had a faint smile on their faces.

Zhuang Ying grinned and said happily: "This is the place where we practice cultivation."

Ji Su, Yin Tan nodded in agreement.

Yan Yu waved his hand and put away the boat. A stream of ink-colored light fell on his shoulder and turned into a foot-tall boy. His face was solemn, "Don't waste time. If something goes wrong, you know the consequences."

"Yes."

The corner of Yan Yu's eye twitched, he responded, and strode towards the archway.

When he stepped into the archway, a faint stream of light fell, white smoke rose above his head, and a title slowly appeared.

[The "human" elder of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses. Yan Yu]

Then his voice rang in everyone's ears again.

"Don't resist."

Li Changsheng looked up and followed the crowd.

As he stepped into the archway, a faint stream of light fell quietly. He suppressed the urge to take action and let the light flow into his body.

He immediately felt the huge mark in his body moving strangely, and a title appeared above his head.

"Interesting, identity verification?"

A strange look appeared in Li Changsheng's eyes, and he stepped into the fog.

When a group of people entered the square with the title of "Ten Thousand Corpses Tomb".

The numerous monks passing by suddenly stopped in their tracks, and the peddlers carrying goods and hawking their wares fell silent, all with surprised and strange looks on their faces.

Yan Yu seemed not to have seen it. He lowered the title above his head and strode away.

The people in Qingyang didn't care at all. They ignored the titles and looked at the monks and vendors passing by with strange expressions.

After counting the interest.

The eyes of the people in Qingyang changed from curiosity to suspicion, and then to contempt.

"Mortals, mortals, practice Qi, practice Qi to condense the meridians"

"This Daqing monk is a bit useless."

"In such an environment with rich spiritual energy, even a pig would do more than just practice Qi."

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Seeing his gaze, the monks passing by showed anger, but when they saw Yan Yu leading the way, their faces changed and they turned away.

The vendors have long been immune to these looks and instead carry their goods forward to sell.

The Qingyang cultivators were interested at first, but when they saw that it was filled with miscellaneous items that were tainted with spiritual energy, they immediately lost interest.

He shouted at him to leave and looked around the market.

The market archway stands between two thousand-foot-high mountains. The central avenue is several dozen feet wide and filled with pedestrians, including mortals and monks, walking on foot, riding on exotic beasts, or riding in carriages.
The roads extend in all directions.

There are not only straight roads that lead to nowhere, but also complicated paths that extend to the two peaks.

Qingyang and his group walked along the road.

There are rows of shops on both sides. Looking up, you can see mountains, pavilions, and towers standing in rows, dazzling and glittering, each occupying a large area.

"It's a pity to waste such a good place. It would be great if you could give it to me."

As they walked along the way, they found that most of the people they met had low cultivation levels, with the highest being only at the Perfection of Meridians. They looked down on them in their hearts, but they were envious of the shops, mountains and pavilions that appeared there.

Apart from anything else, just staying here makes the trip worthwhile.

But they were just thinking about it in their minds.

Such a big city cannot be protected without a strong military force.
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The heart of the city.

The rolling black clouds were endless, and from time to time, bright white lightning like a dragon or snake flashed by, as if there was a formation covering the area. Only the lightning could be seen, but no thunder was heard.

And within a radius of ten miles, it was all black scorched earth.

Inside the thundercloud.

There stands a stretch of black, rocky hills, with thunder surging on them, like long winding snakes circling between the rocks.

The air was filled with a burnt smell.

Just as Qingyang and his group entered the market town.

Somewhere in the hills.

A light exclamation suddenly rang out from a black hall that seemed to be made of fine steel.

Inside the palace.

A sturdy man with half of his body exposed and his skin covered with dense golden lines slowly opened his eyes, and a faint golden arc of lightning flashed by.

In front of him, wisps of white smoke condensed into a complex panel.

Looking at the information that appeared on the panel of the family residence.

The sturdy man frowned.

"Ten Thousand Corpses"

"The inheritance elder, Yan Yu?"

The sturdy man looked puzzled, "Why do I remember that the elder who inherited the Ten Thousand Corpse Tomb seemed to be called Fan Sheng?"

"Yes."

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from the side.

The sturdy man turned his head and saw a thin, pale-faced handsome boy. Seeing that he had woken up, he smiled and asked, "How is the effect of my clan's thunder vein?"

"Thank you, Uncle Lei."

The handsome young man stood up, bowed and thanked him, but his tone and expression were as cold as ever.

The big man surnamed Lei knew what happened to the young man, but he didn't care. He waved his hand and said, "No need to be so polite." Then he hesitated and sighed, "Although I want to help you, I don't have the final say over the Lei family."

"Master has helped a lot, I am very grateful."

The young man knew what he was thinking, so he cupped his hands and said coldly, "The feud between the Li family and the Ten Thousand Corpse Tomb will be settled by me personally."

After saying this, he bowed again, turned around and walked out.

The big man surnamed Lei stared at his back, thought for a moment, and then advised: "This group of people is quite strange. If you are not sure, don't do it."

"Thank you uncle, the boy is awake."

The young man replied and disappeared into the palace.

Not long after he left.

A flash of lightning escaped into the hall and transformed into a sturdy young man who was also half naked and had blue lines all over his body.

He looked around, looked at his father in confusion, and asked, "Is that kid Li Qingyang gone?"

The big man named Lei nodded.

The sturdy young man shook his head and said, "What a shame. I was thinking of sparring with him."

"Stay away from him."

The big man surnamed Lei frowned and glared at him, then scolded him, "Why don't you go back and practice? You are not allowed to leave the house until you break through to the late stage of Dao Foundation and condense the Thunder Spirit."

The burly young man raised his brows and was about to speak when he saw a thick bolt of thunder coming. His face changed slightly and he immediately turned into thunder and left the temple.

"Corpse Taoist... the Meng family... my Lei family can't afford to offend..."

The big man named Lei shook his head, closed his eyes and concentrated. With a loud thunder, the palace was filled with rumbling thunder.

outside world.

Soon after.

Qingyang and his group walked to a huge square, surrounded by stone pillars. In the center stood a sculpture about 10 feet tall, which looked like a rhinoceros but was not a rhinoceros, with pale green skin.

On the sculpture of the strange beast, Li Changsheng felt the same strange fluctuations as the one from the crow-like beast of Qingyang Sect, but it was much weaker.

"aisle"

Li Changsheng had a puzzled look in his eyes as he saw Yan Yu come forward to talk to a cultivator whose robes were embroidered with rhinoceros-like patterns. He began to become curious and looked at others.

The thought quietly touched the panel, and when I thought about erasing the panel, all kinds of insights came to my mind.

After clarity.

"The price is life span?"

Li Changsheng frowned, looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the cultivator who was shrouded in old age.

Erasing Yan Yu's panel would be the most costly, and would consume several sixty years of his life.

The one who suffered the least cost was the monk whose "fake body" appeared on the panel.

Among them, those who have reached the first level of Taoism only need to sacrifice years of their lifespan, while the combined lifespan of Mr. Shu and the three powerful elders in the lead only requires sixty years of lifespan.

Li Changsheng glanced at Lan Caishen deliberately.

Only three years of life
the other side.

It seemed that the price had been negotiated, and Yan Yu's voice rang in everyone's ears.

"Follow."

Everyone followed and entered the center of the square. At this time, there were already dozens of people of various kinds standing next to the sculpture. They looked at them curiously, then talked to their friends beside them, or closed their eyes and concentrated.

Time passed slowly.

More and more monks gathered in the square, until there were a hundred people. The surrounding stone pillars lit up and formed a barrier to cover everyone.

At this time.

A monk wearing a robe embroidered with rhinoceros-shaped beasts walked up to the sculpture, pressed his palm on the beast's head, and an indigo light slowly spread out.

Li Changsheng's eyes fell on Shu Lao, the three powerful old men in the lead, and Lan Caishen's panel.

Thoughts moved slightly.

“Erase.”

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