A seal of immortality

Chapter 670 Trailing (first update)
After leaving the Pearl Palace, the three of Lin Qingshu did not leave Fangshi immediately, but went to Haoran Pavilion.

Wang Changsheng followed Lin Qingshu all the way, and saw Lin Qingshu live in a guest room with his own eyes.

Wang Changsheng frowned, rolled his eyes, and walked out of the Haoran Pavilion quickly, returning to the Pearl Palace.

He found the old man in green robe who had been appraised, and after showing the documents and jade pendant, he successfully got 18 spirit stones.

Not long after Wang Changsheng walked out of the Pearl Palace, he frowned and stopped.

Seeing Wang Changsheng stop, the bald man and several other followers also stopped, looking at the surrounding shops.

Wang Changsheng turned his head and glanced behind him. After rolling his eyes, he suddenly quickened his pace.

Seeing this situation, the bald man and the others quickened their pace.

Not long after, Wang Changsheng walked into a tea house and asked for a wing room on the second floor.

The bald-headed man and others also followed in, and sat down on the table outside the wing, drinking tea casually, looking at the wing where Wang Changsheng was from time to time.

Not long after, a young servant in Tsing Yi came to the outside of the wing holding a tray, and said respectfully: "Senior, please open the door, the spiritual tea you want is here."

"Just push the door and come in. Just put down the tea. Remember to close the door." Wang Changsheng's voice came from inside the room.

The young man in Tsing Yi responded and pushed open the door.

Wang Changsheng sat beside the table, motionless.

The bald man happened to see Wang Changsheng from where he was, and he looked at Wang Changsheng with greedy eyes.

After putting down the teapot and cup, the boy in Tsing Yi withdrew and closed the door.

What no one noticed was that a transparent phantom followed the young man in Tsing Yi down the stairs.

A quarter of an hour later, Wang Changsheng appeared in the wing room of a teahouse near Haoran Pavilion. He had already put on the Thousand Illusion Mask and turned into a tall, black-faced man. The aura of Yuanying monk was undoubtedly revealed.

If Lin Qingshu hadn't been worried about running away, he wouldn't have used up a Shadow Transformation Talisman.

In a hidden stone room, a middle-aged man with a majestic face was listening to the report of two subordinates.

"Liu Gongfu, this is the material we bought from other Dafang cities, please have a look." A white-clothed Confucian student handed over a beautiful storage bag with an extremely respectful expression.

The middle-aged man opened the storage bag, swept his consciousness, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Yes, you were able to acquire so many materials in such a short period of time, it was beyond my expectation, no wonder Prince Sheng would send Come out."

"Liu's worship is absurd. This is what we should do. If it weren't for Prince Sheng's support, I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to even build a foundation, let alone form an alchemy." The scholar in white shook his head and said gratefully.

"Hey, brother Qiusheng, I don't agree with what you said. With your double spiritual root aptitude, you will be cultivated in any sect you join, and foundation building is not a problem. Of course, you can form alchemy thanks to Sheng My lord, after all, you stepped into the fairyland too late, you didn't start practicing until you were almost 20 years old, but you are lucky, you can meet a foundation cultivator, if he didn't give you the cultivation method, attract you On the journey to immortality, I'm afraid you've already become a pile of dead bones." A man in blue shirt with ordinary facial features beside him said with a smile and every word.

"That's right! If that senior hadn't led me to the fairyland back then, I'm afraid I would have died. Unfortunately, that senior didn't leave behind his background, and Chen has never had a chance to repay it." The white-clothed scholar nodded with a regretful expression on his face. Said.

"It's been more than 100 years, if that person hasn't formed the alchemy, I'm afraid he would have already melted away. Even if he hasn't melted yet, there is a huge crowd, where can you find it?" The man in the green shirt said casually, and then he remembered , hesitated for a while, and asked the middle-aged man: "By the way, Liu Gongfeng, the monk who spent more than 50 spirit stones to bid for the auction is now settled in a teahouse, and several people are already eyeing him. Look at us Do you want?"

"I advise you not to think about this person. This person has a late-stage alchemy cultivation at a young age, and he has more than 50 spirit stones when he makes a move. He is either a descendant of an old monster, or a Nascent Soul cultivator has restrained himself. It's a fake breath, our task now is to buy as many materials as possible, if those people want to die, let them do it!" The middle-aged man sneered and said without thinking.

"Yes, Liu Gongfu." Hearing this, the man in green shirt suddenly realized, and he agreed wholeheartedly.

Wang Changsheng waited for three days.

During these three days, many people entered and exited Haoran Pavilion, but there was no Lin Qingshu.

"Could it be that this person changed his appearance and left?" Wang Changsheng couldn't help but flashed this idea in his mind, but soon, this idea was rejected by him.

It is impossible for Lin Qingshu to know that someone is going to murder him. Besides, this is the market place opened by Haoran Academy. If Lin Qingshu is worried about safety, he can invite a few more fellow students to go on the road.

"Could it be that he is going to hit the Nascent Soul stage here?" Wang Changsheng murmured to himself, his eyes full of doubts.

Lin Qingshu bid for a Dingling Pill, which may really hit the Nascent Soul Stage in the market.

While Wang Changsheng was thinking, Lin Qingshu walked out of Haoran Pavilion, followed by several companions.

Including Lin Qingshu, there were three men and two women. The highest cultivation level was an elegant blue-robed old man who was in the Nascent Soul Stage, and the other four were in the Alchemy Stage.

Lin Qingshu and the other five walked slowly towards the exit of Fangshi, as if they were about to leave Fangshi.

After Wang Changsheng's face became uncertain, he walked out of the teahouse quickly and followed him quietly.

Even if he was escorted by a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, he would definitely kill Lin Qingshu and refine it into a celestial corpse.

Otherwise, let him go back to Haoran Academy, and the next time he shows up, he will not know that it will be the Year of the Monkey.

Not long after, Lin Qingshu and his party walked out of Fangshi.

Wang Changsheng restrained his own aura fluctuations, he looked like he was only in the foundation building period, and followed him out.

At this time, on the second floor of a certain tea house, the bald man waited outside the wing room for three days, and gradually lost his patience.

He pushed open the door unceremoniously, and found Wang Changsheng sitting motionless by the tea table.

The bald man's face darkened, his sleeves shook, and a red light flashed out, quickly piercing through Wang Changsheng's body.

The next moment, Wang Changsheng's body collapsed into dots of blue light.

Seeing this scene, the bald man was furious. He didn't realize that the other party had escaped under his nose. What he didn't know was that if Wang Changsheng hadn't something important to deal with, he would have gone down to see Hades long ago.

The five of Lin Qingshu sat on a white scroll and flew quickly in the sky.

"Junior Nephew Lin, this time you return to the sect, you can retreat and practice with peace of mind! Go all out to hit the Nascent Soul stage, and strive to successfully conceive a baby within a hundred years. If you need anything, just say hello to the master nephew who is in charge." The blue-robed old man had a pleasant face Said.

"Disciple understands." Lin Qingshu agreed wholeheartedly.

The old man in blue robe nodded, and wanted to say something, his brows frowned, and the white scroll under him suddenly stopped.

A black light flew from the distant sky, much faster than the white scroll.

After a few flashes, the black light stopped a hundred feet in front of the white scroll, and a tall black-faced man was suspended in mid-air, blocking their way. It was Wang Changsheng.

"Fellow Taoist, what's the matter?" The old man in blue robe raised his eyebrows and asked in a deep voice.

He has already seen that the other party is a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul.

(End of this chapter)