Above the Immortal Cultivation

Eight months passed in a flash, and the Qingluan flying ancient treasure slowly landed on a hill outside the Fantasy Sect's defense formation. The two walked down and looked into the distance. Thousands of miles away was Cuiping Mountain, the main peak of the Fantasy Sect. Wang Lu looked at Xu Kui, and saw him staring deeply at Cuiping Mountain towering into the clouds in the distance. After more than 40 years of separation, he was like a wanderer returning home. Now he finally came back, which shows how complicated and tangled his heart was.

Wang Lu patted his shoulder, and the two took out their identity tokens, broke the formation, unfolded their body skills, and flew towards the Fantasy Sect.

In a good mood, Wang Lu jumped 85 feet, and to his surprise, Xu Kui actually followed steadily, not falling behind at all.

He slapped himself with a Ruofeng Talisman and leaped at a speed of 120 feet. Seeing this, Xu Kui shouted from behind: "Junior brother, you are too shameless. You actually used the Ruofeng Talisman. This doesn't count."

In fact, he was also very surprised. When did Wang Lu have such a fast body movement? Could it be that he, like himself, also practiced both magic and martial arts?

When he was traveling in the Qi training period, he accidentally got a body-building technique and began to practice both magic and martial arts. In his opinion, the body is the basis of all magic, so he insisted on practicing body building, which gave him the extreme speed in the current Jindan period. In his cognition, his body movement should be unique among the Jindan period cultivators of the Fantasy Sect. He never thought that this junior brother was no less than himself, and maybe he had not fully demonstrated his body movement. This made him depressed, but happy for Wang Lu.

Who made them brothers of life and death!

Wang Lu put away the Ruofeng Talisman and slowed down his body movement. The two chatted and laughed along the way. Two hours later, they arrived at the square at the foot of Cuiping Mountain, which was bustling with people.

Seeing this, Wang Lu finally felt relieved. If the square was deserted and sparsely populated, it would mean that the battle between the human and demon races was already in danger. The current situation means that the war situation is stable.

The square is full of attics and the streets are wide, stretching for more than a hundred miles. The Talisman Hall is located in Ziyun Mountain, 3,000 miles southeast of Cuiping Mountain, and the Puppet Hall is located in Youma Peak, 2,000 miles southwest of Cuiping Mountain. They said goodbye with fists and left.

After separating from Xu Kui, Wang Lu used all his strength to fly towards Ziyun Mountain as fast as thunder.

In less than an hour, Wang Lu returned to the Fu Hall, which had been expanded more than twice. The square of the Fu Hall was also built with a relatively rare topaz. What made Wang Lu's heart bleed was that the senior sister actually used the valuable flower green jade to build the whole attic. Under the sunlight, it exuded a mysterious green color, full of elegance and psychedelic.

He knew that Xie Lingyun had always been lavish with flower spirit stones. It was not until today that he saw the senior sister's spending ability, which was far beyond ordinary people. Such a large amount of flower green jade was at least 5,000 high-grade spirit stones. It was really too wasteful, and it should be too wasteful.

Wang Lu followed the crowd into the familiar yet unfamiliar lobby. There were people coming and going inside. At least two or three hundred cultivators were seen, but most of them were in the Qi training stage and foundation building stage, and there were very few in the golden elixir stage.

In the current Futang, except for him, including the senior sister, no one can draw intermediate talismans. The hall master Bai Yifan can do it, but he went to Lingzhu Cave accompanied by Liu Muyan, the head of the Liu family, to impact the Nascent Soul stage.

Wang Lu turned around and around, and a Futang disciple in the late Qi training stage in green clothes also hung silently behind him. Wang Lu smiled and said to him: "When did you come to Futang?"

Hearing Wang Lu's question and feeling Wang Lu's unfathomable aura, the young Futang disciple still answered steadily: "Master, I participated in the sect election held every ten years seven years ago, and then joined Futang."

"Well, how many people joined Futang with you?" Wang Lu said casually.

"Twenty in total."

"Eh, so many?" Wang Lu knew that the sect election was held every ten years. These children were selected from hundreds of mortal countries and hundreds of forces under the rule of the Fantasy Sect. A total of four hundred people were recruited each time. These children were the best in terms of qualifications and spiritual roots. At least they were three spiritual roots, and some even had special physiques. The Fantasy Sect had nine systems, four major families, and the Dream Pavilion and the Fantasy Gate, a total of fifteen systems. Even if the four hundred people were averaged, there would be more than twenty people. The rule is that the children should choose first, but you have to know that anyone who can participate in the election and is selected has no power behind them. They are often instructed by the masters of the family or country before participating in the election and have made their choice. Almost every time, there are very few disciples who can come to the Futang, and sometimes no one chooses the Futang. The words of this disciple just now made him very curious.

"What made you choose the Futang?" Wang Lu couldn't help but ask with some interest.

"Master, well... I will tell you the truth. Please don't blame me! I come from Xiangxiang Country, a branch of the royal family. I have been tested to have the dual spiritual roots of water and gold since I was a child. According to the requirements of the sect, all children in the royal family with three spiritual roots or more need to participate in the election of this sect. Master Wang Lu of Futang also comes from Xiangxiang Country, and Master Xie cares for the disciples of this hall. So I listened to the king's advice and joined Futang." The green-clothed disciple said with some fear. When he mentioned Wang Lu, his eyes fluctuated and a proud look appeared on his face.

"Haha, you said it very well. It's good to be honest. What's your name?" Wang Lu asked with a smile.

"Disciple Qin Feng." Qin Feng replied respectfully.

"Well, it's a very ancient name." Wang Lu nodded and said.

"Thank you, uncle. I wonder if you need to buy some talismans for your visit this time?" Qin Feng asked doubtfully.

"I won't buy any talismans, but do you know if there is a girl named Ding Yuting in your Futang?" Wang Lu asked.

"Ah? Why, uncle, do you know her? Junior Sister Yuting was arranged by the hall master to stay in Baifu Pavilion. While practicing, she learned the art of making talismans under Uncle Chen Meng. I have had exchanges with Junior Sister Yuting, but rarely." Qin Feng said shyly when he mentioned Ding Yuting. When he looked at Wang Lu again, a very familiar yet unfamiliar picture flashed in his mind, especially when he mentioned Ding Yuting, he suddenly realized that this person was Uncle Wang Lu from the same kingdom as himself, Xiangxiang Kingdom.

Wang Lu smiled and looked at Qin Feng.

"Ah!"

Qin Feng was shocked and called out with his hands covering his mouth. Then he wanted to pay his respects to Wang Lu. He finally knew that this was his admired Uncle Wang Lu.

Wang Lu raised his magic power slightly to stop him from kneeling, and gave him a look that said "don't make a fuss". Qin Feng nodded excitedly.

Then, Qin Feng respectfully escorted Wang Lu out of the hall. Wang Lu walked slowly in another direction like he was going to travel around. He planned to go to Baifu Pavilion to see his good disciple whom he hadn't seen for six years.