I open a farm in the world of cultivation

After sending the Yan brothers and sisters away, Wang Hao immediately returned to the cave, came to a quiet room, and could not wait to enter the Qiankun Cave Heaven.

He came to a spiritual field, grabbed a handful of five-color soil, crushed it, and evenly spread it.

Those spiritual fields were visibly improved, the spiritual energy was much more abundant, and began to absorb the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth at an accelerated rate.

"Depending on the situation, it won't be long before these third-level spiritual fields can be upgraded to the fourth level, and the effect is outstanding!"

Wang Hao sighed, the fourth level may not be the upper limit of this spiritual field, the five-color soil is indeed magical, no wonder the Five Lights Clan regards it as a treasure.

This made Wang Hao have a strong interest in the Jiuli Abyss. In addition to the five-color soil, the Jiuli Abyss also produces a variety of spiritual objects. The Feiling Clan can be so powerful, and the Jiuli Abyss has contributed greatly.

"There are seven layers of abyss. With my current strength, I should not be able to reach the deepest seventh layer, but if I can enter the fourth layer, I should be able to obtain good spiritual objects. The five-color soil should be in the third or fourth layer."

The five-color soil has a good effect. Wang Hao naturally wants to get more. He can't rely on trading with the Five Lights Clan. He himself has the status of a saint, so he can get some from the Jiuli Abyss.

Just as Wang Hao was thinking, a cry of surprise came from the ground, and then people kept appearing, looking at Wang Hao in the sky in panic.

There are still many members of the Wang family in Qiankun Cave Heaven. They have lived here for generations and have formed a small world of immortal cultivation. As long as their cultivation has not broken through the transformation of the gods, they will not be able to leave.

Cultivating clansmen in Qiankun Cave Heaven is actually similar to being in the lower world.

Now there are all kinds of fierce birds and beasts here, and the harmony between clansmen is no longer as good as it was at the beginning.

There are more and more mortals. Except for some high-level people who know more, the rest know nothing about the outside world.

When they saw Wang Hao, they thought Wang Hao was a Yuanying strongman from somewhere.

The noise quickly caused a chain reaction. Not long after, Wang Wenyue flew out of a huge city.

Wang Hao nodded, and the two of them flashed and came to the central area where the tribesmen rarely set foot, that is, the Qiankun Divine Tree. Wang Hao set up many restrictions near the Qiankun Divine Tree. Even the tribesmen in the God Transformation Stage would find it difficult to break these restrictions.

She was very happy to see Wang Hao and asked a lot of questions with concern.

"Everything is going well at present. The training place provided by the Feiling Clan is very good. In a few years, I will go to Wutong Courtyard with better conditions to receive guidance from the combined cultivators in the clan. Wenyue, don't worry too much!"

"That's good. The Feiling Clan is so powerful, brother, you still have to be more careful."

Wang Wenyue breathed a sigh of relief. The Feiling Clan is full of strong people. The Lianxu cultivators, who are rarely seen in the human race, are not everywhere here, but they are not rare.

"The chores have been arranged. I plan to retreat for a few years and try to refine some true spirit essences. Wen Yue, you should also intensify your cultivation. This trip to the Feiling tribe has yielded some unexpected gains, which may be good for both me and you."

The Feiling tribe is rich in resources and has countless spiritual objects. In the Zhongtian Continent, spiritual objects that can be transformed into gods are already rare and rare, but here, they can be produced in large quantities in any cave or secret realm.

After a trip to the Northern Wilderness, Wang Hao was deeply touched, especially after the opening of the sky, all kinds of rare spiritual objects that had never been heard of before began to appear.

"Brother, don't worry about us anymore. At this time, you should focus on yourself."

Wang Wen Yue frowned and reminded him.

"It's just a matter of convenience. Besides, some things are also useful to me. Don't worry, I know what's going on." After a few pleasantries, Wang Hao said goodbye and left. His time is very precious now and he must race against time!

Time flies, and a hundred years have passed quickly!

At the bottom of the cave, there was a cage of animals covered by restrictions. Xian Yujing was walking between each cage, occasionally speaking a few words to the servants who served these spirit beasts and spirit insects, looking like an expert.

Wang Hao threw a lot of insect eggs and animal eggs to them, and many of them were successfully hatched.

In addition, "Jiang Yuan" became famous later, performed well in Wutong Courtyard, and was allowed to participate in the Feiling Conference. The monks in the clan paid a lot of attention to him, the holy son. After knowing that he had a hobby of raising spirit insects and spirit beasts, they collected a lot of people to please him.

Wang Hao was in seclusion, and the two sisters' cultivation was too low to refuse openly, so they had to raise them all.

For this reason, some servants who specialized in raising spirit insects and spirit beasts were selected, otherwise the two would be exhausted to death!

Although they were tired, the two sisters were still very happy. "Jiang Yuan" was much easier to get along with than they thought, and there were not many restrictions on them. They practiced in this top-level luxurious cave, and their cultivation progressed rapidly.

Moreover, the Saint Son was becoming more and more respected, and their status also rose accordingly. Even the seniors in the clan who were practicing emptiness were polite to them.

After a round of inspection, Xian Yujing nodded with satisfaction, thinking that when the Saint Son came out of retreat and saw that the place was well-organized, he would reward himself!

At this moment, a familiar breath appeared, and then a woman who looked 70% like her escaped in.

"Hey, sister, didn't the Saint Son ask you to go over just now? What did he tell you?" Xian Yujing asked excitedly as soon as they met.

Wang Hao was not in retreat during this period. From time to time, he would tell them something, but he never left the cave and didn't see outsiders!

"He told you to go over to sleep with him!" Xian Yuchun rolled her eyes.

"Ah," Xian Yujing's face turned red, "Sister, is it true? Then I'll go take a shower and change clothes first!"

"Damn girl, what are you thinking? The Holy Son is just preparing to go out and asked me to go over and explain some trivial matters."

"Hmph, it's all my fault that my sister stopped me and made Lord Shengzi lose interest. Otherwise, I would have been one of His Son long ago." Now they are looking forward to the Holy Son summoning them all the time, but unfortunately the Holy Son seems to look down on them and always lets them play the role of housekeepers.

"Okay, stop making trouble. The Holy Son is going to the Feiling Conference this time. He needs to leave for a long time. There are many things that need to be dealt with, including some things on the island. We also need to do it. We can't tolerate it. A little bit sloppy!”

Xian Yuchun's face became solemn and he lectured.

"Ah, the Holy Son has just come out of seclusion and is about to travel far away. It would be great if we could become His Majesty's concubine, so that His Majesty the Holy Son can take us with him to the Feiling Conference. We can rely on ourselves to survive in this life. It’s impossible to qualify for participation!”

Xian Yujing sighed.

"Stop dreaming. Only those who are saints and saints of each tribe are qualified to go to the Feiling Conference. That is a grand event held by our Feiling Tribe once in a thousand years!"

Xian Yuchun also longed for the outside world. Their cultivation level was too low and they couldn't fly out of this ocean without someone else to take them with them.

The interest of the two sisters suddenly dropped. Their fate seemed to be destined from birth, and they would all rely on the Holy Son from now on.

"Okay, don't say anything depressing. We are not bad now. If we do the things ordered by the Holy Son, we might be granted the Heavenly Fire Liquid, and we can also become Flying Spirit Generals."

The hierarchy of the Feiling Clan is different from that of the human race. The Nascent Soul Stage corresponds to Feiling Masters, and the Divine Transformation Stage corresponds to Feiling Generals. However, the realms of cultivating immortals are all connected. The Feiling Continent was also influenced by the Human Race back then. High-level spiritual monks also often use the human race's rank to address each other.

Wang Hao was on the top floor, glanced at the two maids, shook his head and smiled, and slowly disappeared.

Three months later, he came to a giant island. On the highest peak, more than a dozen giant birds of various species were circling.

Only those with spiritual intelligence and recognition can be called the Feiling Tribe. Those ordinary birds can only become the servants or mounts of the Feiling Tribe.

Wang Hao also followed the local customs and rode on the back of a beautiful big bird.

Not everyone is qualified to ride such a sixth-level bird, only saints and saints like them. It would be great if others can have a fifth-level spiritual bird as a mount!

He came here this time to participate in the Feiling Tribe's Millennium Feiling Conference. Seventy-two Feiling Tribes and hundreds of saints and saints gathered together. It was the Feiling Tribe's largest event.

In the Wutong Courtyard before, Wang Hao almost went through the motions and got one of the five places of the Fire Phoenix Clan. It wasn't that he was too strong, it was because the others were a bit useless. It's no wonder that the Fire Phoenix Clan went downhill. Both the Holy Son and the Holy Lady are much weaker than the other Feiling Tribes.

"I hope something interesting will happen at the Flying Spirit Conference," Wang Hao snorted and controlled the big bird to slowly land towards the peak.

In the past hundred years, he has successfully absorbed the true blood of the Naking Snake and refined two lotus seeds. His strength has been improved in all aspects. His cultivation has been infinitely close to the Perfect Void Refining, and his confidence has also expanded a lot.

After preparing for the Feiling Conference, he looked for an opportunity to ask his clan to borrow a piece of seventh-level spiritual land to enter the integration stage. Yingfeng Island only had a sixth-level high-grade spiritual vein, which was still a bit behind.

He has already inquired about it at this time, and with his current status, it is not difficult to do it.

Generally speaking, as long as you win the position of Holy Lord, you can gain the leadership of a tribe and a large part of the industry, of which the seventh-level spiritual veins are part.

You can get the best this way, go with the flow and not attract too much attention, but if you accidentally overturn, you have to use a backup plan.

While Wang Hao was thinking, suddenly a wave of spiritual energy came. He turned around and saw a six-winged oriole fighting fiercely with a giant vulture wrapped in the black wind!

"The Holy Son of the Black Vulture Clan and the Six-winged Oriole Clan? Haha, we haven't even arrived yet, so we can't wait to test it out. It's a bit interesting." Wang Hao shook his head and chuckled, and controlled the big bird to land!

A moment later, he landed on a loft on the outskirts of the mountain. Immediately, a young Flying Spirit General from the Wuguang Tribe came up to him!

"Senior, is he the Holy Son Jiang Yuan of the Fire Phoenix Clan?"

"Exactly, this is Jiang's token!" Wang Hao threw out a token.

"Senior has finally arrived. If we are a day late, we will be in trouble. You and I will both be punished by then." After the flying spirit general checked that the token was correct, he breathed a sigh of relief!

"Huh? Could it be that I, the Holy Son, came late?" Wang Hao asked casually. After he learned about the time of the conference, he rushed to retreat. He came on time, but he was definitely not late. He couldn't have changed it. Time, right?

"Senior, you are not late. It's just that the senior saints and saints attending the Feiling Conference will all arrive earlier. They arrived ten days ago, and you are the only one left!"

The young man from the Wuguang Tribe said in surprise, but after all, there was a cultivation gap between him and Wang Hao, so he did not dare to complain.

"Haha, as long as you're not late, that's fine. Let's go, take Jiang to his residence first!"

What he just saw was that the "communication" that came early was just like children playing house. In his opinion, it was not interesting at all. If it weren't for the various benefits of the Holy Lord and the attraction of Jiuli Abyss, Wang Hao wouldn't even bother to participate in this. A so-called "event".

"Okay, senior, please, the residence is just ahead," the young man bowed and turned to fly.

However, Wang Hao's residence seemed a little remote, and he had to pass through the giant square where the fight was going on.

At this moment, the two saints were fighting fiercely, and both used their magical powers. Now the winner was about to be decided.

Although the black vulture had a size advantage, its magical power was far from that of the small oriole.

The oriole flapped its three pairs of wings together, covering the entire square in its life-gale, blowing the black vulture tottering, and the spiritual light on its body kept flashing!

"Something can cut off the transmission of mana, making the opponent's magical power unable to leave the body!"

Wang Hao immediately looked up to the six-winged oriole. The wind he drove was not sharp or biting, but it could directly suppress the opponent's magic power, making it impossible for the opponent to use any magical power.

It was a bit similar to Qinglian's devouring magic, but the six-winged oriole suppressed the opponent's magic power instead of directly devouring it like Qinglian!

Because of curiosity, Wang Hao slowed down a little and watched for a while!

But at this moment, the situation suddenly changed. The black vulture roared and spit out a black bell from its mouth. Under the fierce hammering, a thick black sound wave spread out!

"No, it's Li Mo's black death knell, get out of the way!"

Seeing this scene, the onlookers around the square were shocked and retreated thousands of feet away.

The sound of the bell spread quickly and soon penetrated the formation surrounding the square, causing all the brains of those who heard it to buzz, and the scene in front of them was illusory for a moment.

The six-winged oriole, who was the first to bear the brunt, fell directly from the air and turned into a man in a yellow robe, with a pale face.

Although this kind of competition was limited and would not cause him serious injury, injury was still unavoidable!

"Hahaha, thank you, Senior Brother Huang!"

The black vulture also fell from the sky and turned into a tall young man wearing black feathers. He was Li Mo, one of the holy sons of the Black Vulture Clan.

The Black Vulture Clan was not very strong. They could only send three people to participate in this Feiling Conference, and Li Mo was one of them.

How many people can participate depends not on strength, but on the number of holy masters each clan has. The twelve main branches have at least five places, and the other sixty branches have between one and five places.

"Humph, it's nothing more than relying on the sharp treasures," the yellow-robed man snorted coldly and quickly fled the scene.

"Haha," Li Mo also sneered back, not even looking at his defeated opponent, but looking at the crowd, and said loudly, "Is there anyone who wants to spar with me?"

The saints and saints of various tribes frowned immediately. The death knell treasure of the Black Eagle tribe was very sharp and had a great reputation among the Feiling tribe. If they really wanted to fight desperately, they might have many ways to crack it, but on this restricted arena, they really couldn't do anything to the opponent!

"Well, everyone, no one dares to come forward? It's just a sparring match. Brother from the Fire Phoenix tribe, you look so unfamiliar. Isn't this my first time to come to the Feiling Conference? Dare to spar with me?"

This Li Mo didn't know the word low-key at all, and he actually called Wang Hao on the spot.