Immortal Path Evergreen
Chapter 74 Mysterious Fire Crystal
Zhang Zhixuan killed the queen ant, and the remaining fire crystal ants lost their leader and fled almost instantly.
Now several people are very tired. Zhang Hanyan and the others barely put the queen ant's body into the storage bag, and then collected the remains of Uncle Fifteen. They barely searched the queen ant's nest and found a fist-sized ore.
The ore was blood red, and the surface exuded extremely high temperature. It was a spiritual object of high grade. The two did not recognize this piece of ore, so they could only put it in the storage bag and wait for identification later.
Because time was urgent, this place was far away from the mountain gate of Qingxuan Sect. The bloody smell caused by their hunting of fire crystal ants had spread far away. In order to prevent other monsters from attacking, several people could only hastily cremate Uncle Fifteen's body and hurriedly left the blood-stained hills with the ashes.
Along the way, Zhang Zhixuan looked like he had lost a lot of blood and had severe wounds, but the wounds on his body were only superficial. Under the care of Zhang Hanyan and the others, his body got better day by day. When he arrived near the Qingxuan Sect Market, he had recovered more than half.
The situation of the fourth uncle was just the opposite. He looked unscathed, but his mental exhaustion was very serious. He had been working non-stop for several days to control the formation, and his blood was almost exhausted.
Along the way, his condition became worse and worse. When he arrived at the Zhongxuan Market, he looked as if he had aged a few years.
Because the fifteenth uncle died, although everyone hunted the fire crystal ants, they were not too happy.
After returning to the Qingxuan Sect, Zhang Hanyan first handed in the queen ant's body as a sect mission in exchange for three thousand good deeds, and then took the blood-red ore in his hand and asked the familiar refiners in the market to identify it.
In the end, he still used the old relationship of Taoist Yunzhi to invite a senior third-level upper-grade refiner to identify the ore.
This thing is called Xuanhuojing, and its grade is even as high as the fourth-grade lower grade. This fourth-grade ore can improve the grade of a low-grade magic weapon by adding one or two coins to the magic weapon.
This piece of blood-red spiritual ore even alarmed the fourth-grade weapon refiner of Qingxuan Sect.
The fourth-grade weapon refiner in the Purple Mansion period came forward and spent two thousand merits to finally obtain the ownership of this thing.
This time, the people who hunted the fire crystal ants got the most merits, a total of more than five thousand merits, and including Han Yan's original merits, the total was almost ten thousand.
For this reason, the fourth uncle also took out the fire attribute middle-grade spiritual stone found in the hunting of the fire horn bull, exchanged for five hundred merits, and contributed a set of treasured third-grade lower-grade formations in exchange for seven hundred merits, and collected eleven thousand merits for Han Yan, so that she would not have any resources for foundation building after exchanging for the foundation building pill.
After all, when building the foundation, other spiritual pills are needed to assist, and the effect will be better.
Fourth Uncle already knew his physical condition. He knew that he didn't have much time left to live. He hoped to see Han Yan successfully build her foundation before he closed his eyes, so that he would have no regrets.
After many twists and turns, he finally collected 10,000 good deeds for Han Yan.
The few people didn't have time to wait for her to exchange for the foundation-building pills to build her foundation. They just waited for Zhang Zhixuan to recover from his injuries and left Qingxuan Mountain in a hurry.
This time, it took almost three years to come back to Qingxuan Sect.
Recently, Fourth Uncle seemed to be aging faster and faster. In just three or two months, the white hair on his head was completely like snow.
The life span of a cultivator in the Qi training period is more than two sixty years. Under normal circumstances, he can still enjoy a life span of more than thirty years.
But looking at his current appearance, it is unknown how many years he can last.
The journey was smooth and the few people finally returned to Lushan.
The three of them went directly to the cold pond in the back mountain. The clan leader Zhang Leqian looked at the three of them and said bitterly: "It's good that you can come back. It seems that Meng Chong has met with an accident.
Wait a few days, and bury him in the family cemetery!
Unless a cultivator becomes an immortal, there will always be a day when his life ends.
Every step forward on the path of a cultivator is always accompanied by the blood of relatives, friends, enemies, or innocent people.
Since the three of you have embarked on the path, you must be clear about this."
Several people shook their heads helplessly and looked at each other silently.
This time when he went to Qingxuan Sect, Uncle Fifteen never came back. There were many people in his family, including more than a dozen wives and concubines. When he cried, he looked upset.
After Uncle Fifteen died, the status of his wife and children was about to decline.
Without Uncle Fifteen as an elder, not only will the offerings decline visibly, but even his power in the clan will gradually decrease and eventually be marginalized.
But this is also the normal metabolism of the family, and the family has no ability to support his family according to the previous treatment.
The annual tribute of a ninth-level elder is sixty spirit stones, which is six thousand for a hundred years. For every elder who died for the family, the family cannot support his descendants for a hundred years according to the previous treatment.
In addition to a generous pension, the elders of the family will only give some preferential treatment to his descendants under fair circumstances.
In the end, all the chores of handling the funeral for the fifteenth uncle were handed over to the nineteenth uncle Zhang Mengling, who has always been in charge of the family's general affairs and has prestige among the lower-level clan members.
Because the clan leader came forward and gave a very generous pension, the wife and children of the fifteenth uncle did not make trouble except for being sad. In short, he was buried in the family tomb peacefully.
The family cemetery is on the hillside of the back mountain, not too far from the cold pond where the clan leader cultivated.
As long as it is a cultivator of the family, even if the body is not found, like the ninth uncle Zhang Mengquan, a place will be left here, even if it is just a cenotaph.
Zhang Zhixuan took a quick look and found that starting from the founding ancestor of the family, Zhang Tairen, these tombs were densely packed in a row.
Zhang Tairen's tomb was located at the highest point. There were very few people in his row, only him and his three wives and concubines.
When it came to Zhang Chuyun's row, the number of people was not that large either, with only a dozen tombs in total.
By the time of Zhang Leqian's generation, the number of monks buried in the cemetery had increased several times. Zhang Zhixuan counted carefully and found that there were already more than 20 people.
There are only three monks left in this generation now.
Except for the clan leader, the remaining two have long since stopped working and are living out their lives on the mountain.
By the time of the Meng generation monks, sixteen people have died one after another.
Even the Zhi generation monks, nine people have died. They are not old, and the oldest is only fifty years old.
In the bottom row, there are three Si generation monks whose tombs are lonely guarding below.
The clan members buried here are all cultivators with spiritual roots. The cemetery of the family's mortals is not on the mountain, but near Lushan County at the foot of the mountain, not far from the spiritual field.
Looking at this large cemetery, Zhang Zhixuan couldn't help feeling a little sad. There are almost a hundred cultivators buried in this land for six generations of the family, and there will be more cultivators buried here in the future.
Among these people, there are old ancestors in the Purple Mansion period and newcomers in the Xiantian period at the age of 20.
In the end, they are all a pile of yellow earth, what's the difference?
Zhang Zhixuan shook his head vigorously to dispel the negative emotions in his heart. He looked at the rising sun, stood up with his head held high, and left here quickly.
The sadness has gone, and he started another tense day.
One of the elders of the family is missing, and Zhang Zhixuan's burden is a little heavier.
He has to suppress his low emotions and continue to move forward with his family.
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