Immortal, I have mediocre qualifications

The camp is stationed on this land, dotted with the prosperity of civilization in the vastness, like a ball of fire, making the ordinary shine brightly.

And as far away as 30,000 to 40,000 miles away, in another camp, there are alchemists from Yaolu who are overcoming obstacles and forging their own glory.

Just last night, Shang Qu refined all the foundations of a fortress, entered the foundation building realm, and became a second-level alchemist.

Okay, there is a successor for Yaolu.

After Chen Sheng received this letter, he was overjoyed and excited, and his body actually trembled slightly.

So much so that he had a feeling of being old.

As a link between the past and the future, if Yaolu wants to maintain its prosperity, there must be someone behind him to support it.

In the past, that person was Zhou Huang, but after Zhou Huang died, there was no trace of light.

After figuring out the logistics and elixir supply strategies, Shang Qu seized the opportunity and succeeded in building the foundation. He was extremely pleased.

In this way, after he abdicated, he had lived up to Mr. Shen's trust and left a prosperous foundation for the alchemists of Yaolu.

The younger generation is able to reach the second-level alchemy master level not because of their extraordinary talent, but because they were born in a prosperous era and have the energy to forge ahead. This is all due to the hard work of the elders. Don't be proud.

Shang Qu behaved very modestly in his letter, without any hint of anxiety. Perhaps Zhou Huang had too much influence on him and he thought he was just a lucky man.

Being able to step into the realm of a second-level alchemist was due to Yaolu's strong luck, which just pushed him forward.

Since you have become a second-level alchemist, there is no point in staying in the camp. Go back to Yaolu and sit in charge for me to coordinate the four directions.

Chen Sheng replied with words of diligence, and he also let go of his authority greatly. Once he entered the second level, it was a different situation.

Many things that must be handled by him personally can be delegated to Shang Qu, and can also be used as training to prepare for his subsequent succession.

In addition, there was another letter, but it was from Lu Zhu.

Chen Sheng smiled and spread out the letter. The lively and lovely text appeared on the paper.

Somehow, this time you left only seven or eight years ago, but I still miss you a little. Maybe it was because I saw a white hair growing on my temples, and I felt something in my heart.

I wanted to find you in Qingping Valley, but I was stopped by the senior officials of the Immortal Sect.

Tell me, did you do anything to make me stay in charge of Bai Yufeng? Many elders from the outer sect like me were transferred out to fight.

Although I'm a little angry that you made a decision for me without my consent, I forgive you because you care about me, hehe.

Chen Sheng's eyes touched every word on the letter, and his eyes were full of smiles. It was only when he saw Lu Zhu complaining that he had a strand of white hair that he changed slightly, suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and continued reading. , a smile appeared in his eyes again.

When the war here is over, I will go back. You should stay in the Immortal Sect and don't go out.

He raised his hand and replied with another letter. The words were gentle and the strokes were not sharp, showing the tenderness in his heart.

Luzhu took charge of Baiyu Peak because he specifically asked Chen Ergou to do it. With the killings and robberies in the border areas, there were too many variables, so it was safer to stay at the base camp.

…

Time passed in the hustle and bustle.

Over the years, the fortress has experienced ups and downs, but it has always remained standing. Its foundation has become more solid, and it has gradually grown into a prominent force.

At that time, Zhang Lu was old, his hair had become dry and gray, his body was stooped, and his vitality was extremely weak. He was considered senile.

I have no regrets in the past twenty-five years. I am very happy. I only regret that I met my boss too late and could not follow him for a few more years.

At the age of 112, he looked at the towering fortress like a city and felt a little excitement in his heart. However, due to physical and mental exhaustion, he could not do much.

As a middle-aged Taoist, I went through many ups and downs, including several narrow escapes from death and injuries to my origins.

He could already feel the breath of death.

Looking back on his experiences in his later years, he was very proud. He spent the first seven years working for the camp, building the initial framework and filling it up bit by bit.

For the next eighteen years, he won the favor of his employer, handled the chores of the camp, and received a lot of respect and courtesy.

To this day, his traces can be found in many places in the camp, and he has been able to get rid of the knot of rootless duckweed.

Even if he dies now, he still prides himself on being a well-established person.

Who says it isn't?

There was a hint of sigh in Master Ye's tone. After all, he was just a little short of reaching the threshold of a second-level alchemist.

It’s not that I can’t move forward anymore, it’s that I’m older and have innate limitations that block the way forward.

Many times, he wondered if the outcome would have been different if he had met Chen Sheng a few years ago.

Hey, I don't have the same regrets as you. My grandson has become a great person.

Liao Zuofeng didn't have much impression. In the seventh year after he entered the camp, he brought his grandson over to practice alchemy here. After many years, he had already graduated.

From casual cultivator to alchemist, it is a qualitative leap. It is a great blessing for future generations to have this opportunity.

Even if my grandson is not allowed to enter the medicine house in the end, he will still be able to cultivate richly.

There are more and more people in the camp, but the original backbone is becoming increasingly scarce.

Chen Sheng looked down at the entire camp. The spiritual grass was green and green, growing wildly like weeds. The number of monks stationed there had tripled, and all of them were powerful characters.

Everything is fine, except that there are very few familiar faces.

He saw Zhang Lu, who was the first person to enter the camp. There was already a strong aura of death lingering on his body. It was obvious that the end was approaching.

This was quite lucky, everyone survived, and more people died directly in the fight.

The first batch of immortal cultivators recruited were still alive, excluding Alchemist Ye and a few other alchemists. The number of those who were still alive was no more than one finger.

It's my boss. He's still so young. He's looking at me. Does he feel sorry for me?

Zhang Lu saw Chen Sheng, who was as handsome as ever, vaguely the same as he was twenty-five years ago, without any signs of aging.

He gave a distant salute, and the number of times they would meet each other from now on would be few, so it was a farewell to this venerable boss in advance.

Whoosh...

Outside the sky, someone is coming with a sword. He has a slender figure, black hair half covering his handsome face, and his eyebrows are revealed, but they are sharp and indifferent.

It's Zhao Mang!

With a thought in Chen Sheng's mind, the large camp formation dispersed, and Zhao Mang flew in, like a vigorous dragon, landing in front of him.

The Langya Immortal Sect will launch a general attack to destroy our Qingping Valley.

Zhao Mang's first words were the bad news among the bad news. The Langya Immortal Sect would use all its strength to launch a terrifying battle in an attempt to destroy the barrier of the Guangxiu Immortal Sect.

That shouldn't be the case. How could the situation be so turbulent?

Chen Sheng was puzzled. The battle situation had gone back and forth, and it had entered a stalemate.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't collapse in an instant and head towards the most destructive path.

Master, passed away three days ago.

Zhao Mang said in a deep voice.

I see.

Chen Sheng understood that Taoist Hengyu was the person who suppressed Qingpinggu's luck. He was a person with extremely high combat power and the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

This person's death was a great loss to Qingpinggu, and it was also the time when the cultivators were at their most depressed.

If the people of Langya Immortal Sect were not stupid, they would definitely attack on a large scale and strive to destroy Qingping Valley in one battle.

When the master left, he left the Qianyuan Dragon and Tiger Pill to me, and asked the junior to give this water crystal to the senior.

Zhao Mang told all the instructions given by Taoist Hengyu when he left, and followed the elder's instructions and handed the Shui Yuan Jing to Chen Sheng.

What a respectable elder.

Chen Sheng immediately guessed Taoist Hengyu's thoughts. Giving the Qianyuan Dragon and Tiger Pill to Zhao Mang would pave the way for this younger generation to advance and plan for the Golden Pill Realm, which is as difficult as ascending to the sky.

I gave him the Shui Yuan Jing because I knew he needed it, so I could buy a favor.

And this favor is not for an individual, but for Qingping Valley.

Originally, Taoist Hengyu could live for another five years, but he refused and was willing to die of old age for the sake of future generations.

That's why he said that Taoist Hengyu was a respectable elder.

I have to go back and take charge of Qingping Valley. If a war breaks out, it will be extremely tragic.

Zhao Mang also understands the calculations involved. Even if he understands, he feels an unspeakable sadness and obsession in his heart. He must shoulder the heavy responsibility for the future of Qingping Valley and keep moving forward.

Before leaving, he was very calm and said: If you can't do anything, senior can retreat in time.

The Langya Immortal Sect's offensive must be fierce and terrifying, and Qingping Valley may not be able to withstand it. If it really comes to that point, he will choose to die together, but for Chen Sheng, he hopes that this elder can be safe.

The storm will dissipate.

Chen Sheng watched Zhao Mang leave. The young man's figure was still upright, but he was already feeling a little heavy in his steps.

He was silent in his heart, and then uttered a sonorous and powerful word. He would try his best to break the dilemma and lead everyone onto a bright road.

The death of Taoist Hengyu, as many people expected, became the breaking point of the decisive battle on the border.

The majestic army of monks, inspired by the Langya Immortal Sect, overwhelmed the battle line and continuously bombarded the defense line of Qingping Valley.

Chen Sheng felt a sense of danger!

Because, there was no letter coming from Qingping Valley for a long time, it was quiet.

In the past, the more dangerous the situation was, the more frequently letters were sent. But now there was no movement at all. It can only be said that the crisis was so severe that there was no time or opportunity to send a letter.

There is another point that proves that the frequency of attacks on the fortress is constantly rising. It seems that the defense on the sideline has been broken through, like a sieve, which is why it looks like this.

clang……

The golden bell rang, and a loud sound spread.

Chen Sheng looked outside the camp and saw that it was an enemy attack. A group of monks were attacking. The leader was a monk in the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm. All of his subordinates were wearing armor and were all strong.

This is another elite film that should not be underestimated.

This is the camp.

It was violent when it came, but when he stood here, Song Shuwen maintained a cautious attitude. Many Foundation Establishment monks had already climbed over the river and fell miserably.

My boss, I'm going to kill him.

In the camp, there was also a monk who was watching Song Shuwen. He was an impatient man named Niu Liu, who had recently taken refuge.

And ask someone to go with you.

There are already four Foundation Establishment monks under Chen Sheng, who have been recruited one after another over the past eighteen years. Niu Liu is one of them. He has an impatient temper and is not very thoughtful.

There are also two Foundation Establishment Realm monks, one named Hou Yi and the other Gongsun Mu. They are both thoughtful people and can match Niu Liu.

Why so?

Niu Liu refused, and his momentum was like a black cloud. Although he had an impatient temper and could be easily exploited, his aura of recklessness was extremely strong. Due to his recklessness, many conspiracies were directly broken.

This is so awesome...

Yi Yuanlu wanted to remind him that the battle situation was dangerous and he had to be cautious, but Niu Liu was impatient and walked out directly, which was helpless.

Rumble...

The camp gate opened wide, and Niu Liuyima took the lead and left. Behind him, there was a group of people surrounding him. Their auras were strong and powerful, almost reborn, and the aura of casual cultivators could no longer be seen.

When the cultivators came up to kill them, the evil energy was like a rolling tide, with overwhelming momentum, heading straight towards where Song Shuwen was.

Then what kind of person is Chen Sheng? He can recruit such refined monks.

Song Shuwen's expression changed slightly. The monks who rushed out of the camp had strong auras and were no weaker than the elite cultivators of the sect.

Is this a casual cultivator?

He was very puzzled, but he didn't know that Chen Sheng fed it with a large amount of elixirs, which made everyone follow him. Although he was a casual cultivator, his loyalty and background were full, and he could rival the cultivating sect. The elite.

boom

The two monks were fighting together, and the fluctuations of the spells were everywhere. If you didn't pay attention, blood would be splattered on the spot.

Song Shuwen's energy was powerful and domineering, mana was poured into the sword, and with one strike of the sword, the sky lit up like a crescent moon. The sword was sharp and contained the artistic conception of round and missing, which foreshadowed the withering away of the opponent.

Niu Liu is a reckless person. He sees the sword intent flying across the sky and killing every step of the way, but he does not avoid it. He uses magic to protect himself. He lifts a pair of Xuanhua axes and runs like a demon bull across the vast plains, shocking the world. .

boom

With one blow, the sword's intention shattered, and Niu Liuyi shattered the edge, causing bloody plum blossoms to appear on the flesh and blood.

Song Shuwen was not relaxed either. His body was shaking and his bones were creaking. He was hit extremely hard by the huge force and wanted to vomit blood.

Come on, let me chop off your head.

Niu Liu shook his body to clear his head. He opened his eyes and stared at Song Shuwen with enthusiasm and excitement.

The next moment, he went to kill him. A pair of Xuanhua axes turned over in succession. The evil aura was like a knife, and the threads were extremely fierce. He grabbed Song Shuwen and was about to cut the corpse into pieces and cut off his head.

madman!

Song Shuwen had never encountered such an enthusiastic enemy in battle, and he had no sense of urgency at all in a life-or-death crisis.

He used a sword against two Xuanhua axes, but he hit the wall at every turn and was crushed bit by bit by the enemy's weight.

When he was desperate, he stabbed Niu Liu with his sword, like a sparrow piercing through the air.

Hahaha……

Niu Liu laughed loudly and dodged slightly, protecting his vital points. However, a pair of Xuanhua axes enveloped Song Shuwen, trying to trade his injuries for his life.

Song Shuwen was so aggrieved that he sheathed his sword and turned around to escape. Suddenly, he was hit by Niu Liuyi's axe. He rolled down several times like a torn sack and vomited blood.