Immortal Palace Longevity

Liu Yuping calmly flipped through the magic books and waited patiently for the sect's instructions to arrive.

Now that the war in Yan has been decided, all that is left is to deal with the aftermath. There should be no more major wars.

They, the Qingfeng team leaders, may or may not need to participate in the aftermath.

It all depends on whether the elders take it seriously.

Liu Yu is indispensable.

Now that the general situation has been decided, there will not be any big risks in Yan State, so it will be the same wherever you practice.

On the contrary, in this sect enclave, one can be more "free".

There is no need to worry about the spiritual land. With his current strength and position, it is not a problem to occupy a second-level spiritual mountain.

Moreover, Liu Yu also had some vague ideas that it would be better to cultivate his power outside the sect and be able to let go more freely.

However, it is also beneficial to return to the sect quickly. After all, the sect is much safer and more stable, and there is no need to worry about sudden danger.

No matter where he goes, he can accept it without worrying about gains and losses, and he is very calm inside.

…

Sinking into the ocean of knowledge about cultivating immortals, one night passed quickly.

The next day, noon.

Liu Yu put down the classics in his hand, and was about to use his magic power to warm up a few spiritual weapons, when suddenly there was movement in the storage bag.

"coming."

He thought to himself, and quickly took out the sect token, sinking his consciousness into it to examine it.

As Liu Yu thought, this was exactly what the three sects jointly issued.

All monks with cultivation levels above the Foundation Establishment stage were ordered to go to a main hall of the original Baiyun Temple to discuss matters.

After receiving the message, Liu Yu quickly stood up, opened the formation and went out.

Outside the wooden house, Jiang Qiushui, Leng Yuexin and others were already waiting.

Wei Guangzheng and other monks who later took refuge were chatting with the two women, and from time to time they would say a word or two of flattery.

In the distance, there are foundation-building monks in the team coming this way.

It can be seen that these local forces in Yan State, headed by Wei Guangzheng, are still a little uneasy at this time.

After all, it is indeed morally unsound to abandon the old club and seek refuge with the new one.

And we still don’t know how the new owner will treat them in the future. Of course, we are very nervous at this time.

"Fellow Taoist Qingyang"

"Liu Daoyou"

Seeing Liu Yu appear, Wei Guangzheng and others stepped forward to greet him with a smile and a very warm attitude.

When they don’t know enough about Yuanyang Sect, and Yuanyang Sect doesn’t know enough about them.

At this time, Liu Yu became very important.

Wei Guangzheng and others need a monk who can help them speak up in the sect and protect their existing interests.

As for this monk, there is no more suitable candidate than Liu Yu.

First of all, they joined the Yuanyang Sect through Liu Yu's channels, so the relationship between the two parties was naturally "close".

Secondly, Liu Yu's weight is important enough, and in the eyes of these monks, he has enough say.

Since the contact time was too short and they didn't know other monks, they didn't have much choice.

It is precisely because of this that after the war the team lost the meaning of existence and would be disbanded soon, but they remained as respectful as ever.

"Fellow Taoists, there is no need to be polite."

"Since the summons is at the sect, all fellow Taoists can go on their own and there is no need to wait for Liu."

Liu Yu said hello to the cultivators without asking, and then said with a smile.

He knew very well what these monks were thinking.

But if you can have one more subordinate or friend, why should you refuse coldly?

"The team has not been disbanded yet, and we still follow the leadership of fellow Taoists."

"I'm used to listening to fellow Taoist Qingyang's instructions. It's a little hard to change."

This is a more subtle statement, euphemistically expressing that you want to have a long-term friendship.

"Fellow Taoist Qingyang's reputation has spread far and wide, and I am sincerely convinced. I hope you will be the only one who will follow suit!"

This is what Wei Guangzheng said.

This old and mature veteran survived the fierce battle and became the most senior "leader".

Because they have received a lot of benefits, the Wei family is considered a staunch supporter of Liu Yu and has always been able to position themselves.

During the Battle of Yan Kingdom, the Wei family not only did not decline, but also gained benefits that would make many monks jealous.

He is an out-and-out vested interest.

In order to obtain so many benefits, in addition to the thousands of gold spent on horse bones, the Wei family's own contribution is also extremely important.

Of course, what satisfies Liu Yu the most is his attitude.

The two maids who served tea and water, Yingge Yanwu, only played a small role.

Beauty cannot shake his stance at all.

"Easy to say, easy to say."

"Since you fellow Taoists have commended me, let's go together."

"please!"

Liu Yu said loudly, and immediately walked ahead. Jiang Qiushui and Leng Yuexin walked alongside him.

Wei Guangzheng and others were half a step behind.

"Old Demon Qingyang?!"

"This person is ordinary and looks just like that. Could it be that the rumors are just groundless hype from the Yuanyang Sect?"

The group of people walked towards Yunxiao Mountain in a mighty manner, attracting the other monks to look at them. Some monks talked about it, and there were many malicious speculations by the monks from the other two sects.

However, the attention of most monks was quickly attracted by other more famous figures.

From the simple wooden houses everywhere, monks kept coming out and heading towards Yunxiao Mountain.

Among them, there are many famous monks and top figures in the foundation building period.

Such as the "Three Heroes and Four Heroes" of the Yuanyang Sect, the "Six Sons of Hehuan" of the Hehuan Sect, and the "Seven Swords of the Waning Moon" of the Waning Moon Valley.

When these monks appear, they can cause exclamations. They have a great influence among low-level monks.

Although Liu Yu has enough prestige in his team, his influence on the sect disciples outside the team is very limited.

Compared with the influence of the three heroes and four heroes, it is still far less.

In this regard, there is still a long way to go.

Liu Yu looked at this scene thoughtfully, but he did not stop and walked quickly up the mountain.

When passing a ruin, the location of the original Baiyun Temple ancestral hall, he saw hundreds of Baiyun Temple disciples kneeling on the ground.

The magic power of these captives has been sealed and cannot be used at all. Except for the stronger physical body, there is not much difference from mortals in other aspects.

For the guarding monks, it is like lambs to be slaughtered, without any resistance.

At this time, these captives looked depressed and panicked.

Although they were not wearing shackles and handcuffs, they were actually "prisoners".

"Ah~!"

Suddenly, a shrill scream sounded.

A guarding monk attacked without warning, driving a magic weapon to chop at the head of a captive, with a hint of fanaticism on his face.

The corpse fell to the ground with a plop, and the bright red blood flowed quietly.

As if releasing a certain signal, the guarding monks of the three sects attacked one after another, driving magic weapons to start slaughtering.

The monks of Baiyun Temple whose magic power was sealed had no power to resist, and fell to the ground in large numbers under the sharp edge of the magic weapon, and screams came one after another.

Just like cutting rice, the sickle was gently waved, and a large piece of rice fell down.

Looking at this scene, Liu Yu, who was walking, suddenly stopped and frowned slightly.

Of course, he was not pitying, but felt that this way of dealing with it was too wasteful.

He winked at Jiang Qiu Shui, and the woman immediately understood, and immediately called over a guarding sect disciple and began to ask the reason.

"Uncle Master, this is the order of the elders, and I am just following the order."

"The disciples and other guards have received orders from the elders of their respective sects to execute all the Baiyun Temple captives."

The guarding disciple who was called over immediately answered honestly when he saw that it was a foundation-building uncle.

Liu Yu's brows relaxed, waved his hand to let the disciple leave, and moved forward.

"What a pity."

"Hundreds of Qi Refining cultivators should have at least 30 to 50 degrees of fuel."

He was a frugal person, and he felt sorry for the waste of fuel.

However, these captives were the property of the three sects, even if they became corpses.

If Liu Yu rashly burned with magic fire, his behavior would be "embezzlement".

Unless he consulted the elders, there would be a lot of trouble in the future.

At present, he still had to be safe, so he finally extinguished this tempting idea.

"Alas"

Liu Yu sighed in his heart and continued to move forward.

"Ugh"

Behind him, screams continued.

But under the efficient killing of the guarding monks, they soon became sparse, gradually became inaudible, and finally only silence remained.

Pools of blood gathered together, dyeing the green ground red, which looked shocking.

Perhaps, these Baiyun Temple monks who chose to surrender and were captured would regret it at the moment before death.

Since they are going to die anyway, why not choose to die in a blazing manner?

Since death is inevitable, it is better to fulfill the favor and die happily in battle!

Listening to the screams that came and went, Jiang Qiushui, Leng Yuexin, Wei Guangzheng and others did not show any fluctuations.

Death has been seen too much in the past two years, and there is no pity for these Baiyun Temple monks who have no relatives or friends.

Even Jiang Qiushui, who originally had less experience in this area, has experienced too much in the past two or three years and has become accustomed to it.

…

We walked along the road that had been initially cleared, passing through the ruins of collapsed buildings.

Not long after, the group stopped in front of an ancient and solemn hall.

This hall covers a very large area, with a length, width and height of several dozen feet, and the overall architectural style is Taoist.

The hall is built with materials that are sufficient to refine magic tools. The surface is bronze, and many Taoist "immortals" are carved on the walls, which will be passed down as legends forever.

There are also huge bronze pillars standing in the corners, which adds a bit of solemnity to the hall.

Ordinary cultivators will inevitably feel a bit insignificant when facing such a huge, empty, solemn and solemn hall.

"Zhengqing Hall"

A crisp voice came from the side, and Jiang Qiushui read out the name of this hall.

Zhengqing Hall is the place where the high-level officials of Baiyun Temple hold meetings. It is protected by formations and is less affected, so it is still intact.

After the destruction of Baiyun Temple, the three sects used this hall as a temporary meeting place.

Liu Yu glanced at the plaque, his heart was calm, and he led the cultivators into it.

At a glance, the scene in the hall was in sight.

On the main seat above the hall, the top Jindan cultivators of the three sects sat, with an imposing aura.

They were Changfeng Zhenren, Sanjie Zhenren, and Chongxuan Zhenren.

The three Zhenren closed their eyes and dozed off, and the atmosphere was a little subtle.

Below, thousands of foundation-building cultivators were clearly divided into three groups based on the sect.

Each large group was divided into small groups, keeping a certain distance from each other.

"Bai Yuxuan", "Zhao Wuji", "Li Buyu", "Zhou Zhuofeng"

Among the thousands of foundation-building cultivators, Liu Yu saw many familiar figures.

It is extremely rude to stare at unfamiliar cultivators.

He did not look at them too much, and took Jiang Qiushui, Leng Yuexin and others to find an empty area to stand.

Twenty foundation-building cultivators stood together, as if they were a small group with signs of being independent.

"Junior Brother Liu."

A slightly cold female voice came from his ear.

Liu Yu turned his head and saw a female cultivator in silver military uniform. Who else could it be but Senior Sister Li Buyu?

After talking to Jiang Qiushui for a few words, he walked towards Li Buyu and bowed:

"Hello, Senior Sister."

Looking at this little junior brother, Li Buyu's cold face showed a slight smile, and said:

"You are still so polite."

"Junior Brother, you came at the right time. Let me introduce you. These are all the best of our sect."

"Fellow disciples should be familiar with each other."

"This is..."

Li Buyu showed goodwill, changed his arrogant appearance when they first met, and introduced the fellow foundation-building disciples one by one.

As she said, they are indeed "top talents".

Their cultivation is average to high, and there are many in the late stage of foundation building. Compared with those Liu Yu knew as an alchemist, their level is obviously higher.

Liu Yu was quick to follow the advice, and under Li Buyu's introduction, he got to know one cultivator after another and greeted them politely.

Now he has indeed reached this level.

Whether it is relying on the fierce power of "Qingyang Old Demon" or the merits of "Qingyangzi", it is completely enough.

Even if Li Buyu did not introduce them, these cultivators would get to know each other sooner or later.

Liu Yu was able to become the leader of Qingfeng, and he also had the reputation of Qingyang Old Demon. In the eyes of these top sects, he was indeed a figure.

All this communication went very smoothly, and there was no dog-blooded plot of slapping faces.

"I have met... Senior Sister Bai."

"Liu has been famous for Senior Sister Bai for a long time."

Liu Yu paused for a moment, and a trace of unnaturalness flashed in his eyes, but it was fleeting and quickly disappeared, and his expression was normal.

The female cultivator in white clothes was exactly the one he had dreamed of when he was young.

If I remember correctly, the last time they met was in the sect's Sutra Pavilion.

When he had just been promoted to the foundation-building stage, twenty or thirty years ago.

"Junior Brother Liu."

Bai Yuxuan was not too enthusiastic, but just nodded slightly and greeted him.

She looked at the ordinary fellow cultivator in front of her, and a trace of curiosity flashed in her eyes.

In less than thirty years, she had cultivated from a new foundation-building stage to the current realm, and judging from her aura, she was not far from the peak of the middle stage.

What's more rare is that she was able to become one of the leaders of the Qingfeng team and do things that many fellow cultivators in the late foundation-building stage could not do.

Although Bai Yuxuan was a little curious, she didn't ask much.

She was a traditional female cultivator with a more reserved or cold personality. She strictly abided by the great defense between men and women and would not get too close to male cultivators.

She would not ask about other people's private affairs just because they had met a few times.

The two chatted briefly, and Liu Yu got to know another fellow Foundation Building disciple through Li Buyu's introduction.

At this time, his heart was as calm as water.