Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

The sunset slowly fell in the sky.

In the bright sunset, a stream of light rolled up many figures, quietly flew into the distance, and quickly turned into a black dot, until the black dot finally disappeared.

Wang Xu stared at the figure's departure in a daze.

His resolute face silently melted, turning into a touch of loss.

The murmured whispers disappeared before they could be heard far away:

"Teacher, I hope that the next time we meet, it will be when I have done all these and apologize to you, instead of..."

And with the departure of Wang Ba.

A look of clarity and confusion finally flashed in the eyes of the martial saint beside him.

He then noticed Wang Xu's figure, and his eyes suddenly showed astonishment:

"Martial Ancestor? Why are you here?"

Wang Xu spread martial arts all over the world, and all true martial artists regarded him as their teacher, but to show respect, everyone only read his honorific title "Martial Ancestor", and did not dare to really call him their teacher.

Even the martial saint was the same.

Wang Xu looked down at him slightly, and a flash of realization flashed in his eyes.

Then, without saying a word, he raised his hand and slapped it, wrapped in blood and turned it into a blood palm, slapping him hard!

Bang!

The pupils of the Martial Saint shrank suddenly. Although he was in doubt and had no idea why the Martial Ancestor attacked, he did not dare to dodge at all. Under this blood palm, he flew backwards!

The entire Banqiao City was directly split in half by the Martial Saint!

Dust flew everywhere.

The exclamations of the monks came one after another.

Although the Martial Saint was confused, he could only endure the severe pain, climbed up from the ruins, walked to Wang Xu with difficulty, and half-knelt on the ground:

"Martial Ancestor!"

At the same time, sensing the surroundings, he was shocked to find that Chi Jian had disappeared without a trace. He thought that he had fought poorly, which made the Martial Ancestor angry and attacked, and he gritted his teeth.

"But when did Chi Jian leave? Why don't I remember it at all?"

A trace of confusion flashed through the heart of the Martial Saint.

But he had completely forgotten the appearance of Wang Ba.

"Get up."

Wang Xu, who had slapped the Martial Saint, did not continue to attack, and gave an expressionless order.

The Martial Saint quickly flew up and followed behind Wang Xu.

The surrounding cultivators suddenly discovered that Chi Jian and some cultivators had disappeared inexplicably, and they were all shocked.

But then they were quickly surrounded by those fourth-level true warriors who reacted.

The fluctuations caused by the fierce collision of blood and magic power rose and fell in Banqiao City.

The Martial Saint lowered his head and followed behind Wang Xu, with an unwilling look on his face:

"Martial Ancestor, I, I must have been careless just now, so I let that Eighth Prince escape. Next time I meet him, I will definitely take him down!"

After Wang Xu finished slapping that palm, his mood seemed to calm down. Hearing this, he did not comment, and then said:

"There are still many things to deal with in the imperial capital. I will go back first."

After a pause, he continued:

"Don't waste time in such a small place. We have very limited time. Within 20 years, I will take over the entire Huangji Continent and clean up all the cultivators in Huangji Continent."

"After all... there is more than one Huangji Continent in Xiaocang Realm!"

The Martial Saint was shocked when he heard this, but then he stopped talking.

Although Wang Xu had his back to him, he seemed to have seen through his expression and frowned slightly:

"If you have something to say, just say it."

The Martial Saint nodded quickly:

"Yes, Martial Ancestor, twenty years to conquer the entire Huangji Continent... This time is indeed a bit tight. We still don't have enough fourth-level manpower. When competing with those cultivators of the same level, there is a big gap. We can only rely on numbers..."

He hesitated, and finally gritted his teeth and said:

"If, if we can get your true skills, and spread them around, everyone will have enough lifespan, maybe we can..."

Before the Martial Saint finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by Wang Xu, who was frowning. He turned his head and looked at the Martial Saint with a serious face. :

"Kungfu? What Kungfu? Haven't all the Kungfu I researched been passed down?"

The Martial Saint was stunned, then nodded quickly:

"Yes, yes, yes! Yes, they have all been passed down, but..."

He glanced at Wang Xu and said carefully:

"Our True Warriors have a short lifespan, no different from those mortals. Although I am at the fifth level, I am not much stronger than mortals. Without enough lifespan, most of our brothers can't break through to a higher level. The fourth level is the limit for everyone, and many people start to lose their Qi and blood as they age, which makes it even more difficult to break through..."

Hearing the words of the Martial Saint, Wang Xu's face instantly sank.

He couldn't help but stare at the Martial Saint closely, with a hint of strangeness in his eyes, as if he had just met the Martial Saint for the first time.

The Martial Saint, who was stared at by Wang Xu, was stiff all over and stuttered:

"Martial Ancestor, why are you looking at me like this?"

Wang Xu finally came back to his senses, shook his head slightly with a complicated expression, and asked back:

"Aren't you and I mortals?"

The Martial Saint was stunned, and just wanted to say no, but suddenly saw Wang Xu's cold eyes, and was startled, and nodded quickly:

"Yes! Of course we are all mortals!"

"Since we are all mortals..."

Wang Xu spoke word by word, his eyes piercing into the eyes of the Martial Saint, with a hint of unfathomable deep meaning:

"You are already over 110 years old, are you still not satisfied?"

The Martial Saint couldn't help but shudder!

At this moment, he was clearly a fifth-level true warrior, a being inferior to one person and superior to countless thousands of people, but he seemed to have suddenly returned to the deep winter of exile, the years when he was alone and helpless...

He nodded stiffly: "Satisfied, contented!"

"That's good, that's good, this is the final fairness..."

Wang Xu repeated in a low voice, but with an inexplicable sadness, then slowly turned back and looked into the distance.

"I'm going back to the Imperial Capital first. You... just keep an eye on it here."

"Yes, congratulations to Martial Ancestor!"

Wu Sheng bowed quickly.

Wang Xu turned his back to him, but just waved his hand. There was a hint of loneliness and desolation in his back.

Looking at Wang Xu's disappearing figure, the respectful look on Wu Sheng's tattooed face quietly disappeared little by little, and instead there was a hint of deep unwillingness:

"You want me to be content when you are more than one hundred and ten years old...but you have already lived for more than two hundred years!"

"Why can't you pass on to me the true martial arts scripture that will make you immortal?"

"What are you afraid of? Are you worried that I will threaten your position?"

"But I... just want to live forever!"

…

"Tsk, tsk, Master, I never thought that you would be so involved with the Wanxiang Sect."

"But that little guy, I'm afraid he no longer agrees with you."

In the Hualong Pond.

The clouds are shrouded.

The blond old man with green bean eyes and a big nose was smiling at Wang Xu.

Wang Xu looked indifferent, without any emotion, and asked:

"Are you of the same mind as me?"

The blond old man's face suddenly froze, and then he seemed to understand what Wang Xu was going to say, shook his head and said:

"Don't blame me. I only said I would try my best to help you, but there is probably a Lianxu behind your teacher. If I rush to help your disciple, I'm afraid my true identity will be revealed and I will be targeted in the future."

Wang Xu snorted coldly with a calm expression:

"Since you and I are not of the same mind, how can you ask others to do it?"

"and……"

He paused and stared at the blond old man:

"What does 'there is also a statue of Lianxu' mean?"

The blond old man was startled, realizing that he had made a mistake, so he quickly covered it up with a haha:

"What I mean is that there is also a practice of refining the void in the original demon sect... But speaking of it, the life-extending method of true warriors is indeed very important. You must not leak it to them, otherwise they will live forever and be no different from monks. I’m afraid your goal will never be accomplished.”

"The secret to extending life..."

Wang Xu's attention was indeed diverted, as if he thought of something, his eyes flickered slightly.

"Haha, let alone that boy Zhang Chao, even I am very curious to what extent your "Zhenwu Jing" has been developed now. I have also read all the previous editions of your "Zhenwu Jing". It is said that it is impossible. To extend life..."

The blond old man smiled intentionally or unintentionally.

Wang Xu came back to his senses and smiled calmly without any hint of thought:

"The secret...Okay, let's talk about those monks."

Seeing that Wang Xu didn't want to say anything, the blond old man felt a little regretful, but then he muttered:

"These monks are just suffering from scabies and are nothing to worry about. Now the trend of expulsion from north to south has been completed. They are all driven to the south and have to confront the Kingdom of the Gods on our behalf, but I feel there is no need to push too hard. If you push hard, it will be easy to force these monks to go to the Kingdom of the Gods."

Wang Xu looked thoughtful, then nodded slightly:

"Continue to drive away, but with a slightly gentler approach..."

"yes."

The blond old man was extremely respectful.

After a conversation, Wang Xu's figure immediately left the Hualong Pond.

The blond old man looked at Wang Xu and frowned slightly.

Then slowly turned around.

The clouds and mist slowly dispersed, and deep in the mist, a large-headed figure was sitting naked on a lotus pond.

The aura on his body was already at the early stage of becoming a god.

At this moment, his eyes were closed tightly, and the extremely thick spiritual energy and blood around him were continuously filling his body.

Countless Dao thoughts nourish his Dao domain.

Looking at this big-headed figure, a strange light flashed in the eyes of the blond old man:

"I've given you the three Void Refining inheritances, but don't let me down..."

…

Wanxiang Sect.

Chunyang Palace.

In the usually deserted palace, there was a rare bustle of people today. Many Nascent Soul monks in the sect were gathered together at this moment.

It is rare that both the sect master and deputy sect master at the head of the palace are seated.

The other monks also lined up on both sides, sitting cross-legged and talking to each other.

Seeing that the good time has come.

Wang Hao, who was sitting in the position of deputy sect leader, coughed slightly and looked at Qu Shentong sitting in the middle, as well as Ji Ying, Xumi and others on the other side:

"Everyone, let's get started?"

Qu Shentong, who was in the middle, nodded slightly and said:

"The deputy sect leader will preside over this peak opening ceremony."

Wang Hao was slightly startled and looked at Qu Shentong. This was not consistent with the result of their previous discussion.

However, Qu Shentong said this in front of everyone, and he couldn't refuse, so he could only nod helplessly, and then said softly:

"Please invite fellow Daoist Chi Sword Master Ye from Huangjizhou to enter the palace."

The monks below all looked outside the hall.

The next moment, I saw an eight-color stream of light flying in from outside the hall. After circling around the hall, it landed in the center of the hall in an instant.

The Chi Sword that had been slightly tidied was revealed.

It immediately attracted the side glances of the surrounding monks.

"This man has profound knowledge of swordsmanship!"

"But why do I feel that there seems to be a flavor of the Five Elements in it..."

"Not only the five elements, but also the wind and thunder attributes are included in it. It seems that there is also ice path... It feels somewhat similar to the Wanfa lineage."

Everyone in the hall whispered to each other.

Although they all knew some news in advance, their feelings were different when they saw Chi Jian with their own eyes.

After Chi Sword fell, he first bowed to Qu Shentong, Ji Ying, Xumi, Wang Ha and others, and said in a neither humble nor arrogant voice:

"I am from the Ye family of Huangjizhou. You can call me 'Crazy Sword'. I use the sword to enter the Tao and integrate the eight aspects. I have admired the Wanxiang Sect for a long time. I am fortunate to have the pity of the deputy sect leader and come here to practice. I hope to invite you, sect leader and elders. Enyun…”

These are all scripted words, and they are also the fixed procedures of the peak opening ceremony.

At first, Wang Hao was worried that Chi Jian was arrogant and unwilling to say anything for the occasion. Fortunately, perhaps out of consideration for the descendants of the Ye family, Chi Jian was extremely cooperative.

The peak opening ceremony was quickly completed.

However, there were some difficulties in naming the new peak. In the end, Wang Hao simply named this peak 'Eight Phase Sword Peak'.

The monks present all thought it was a bit of a joke, but Chi Jian didn't mind and laughed at it.

After the Peak Opening Ceremony was over, Chi Jian specially handed a storage magic weapon to Wang Ba.

Wang Haowei was a little surprised and joked with a smile:

"I didn't expect that Chi Jian would also learn this trick."

Chi Jian's face suddenly darkened. Although he had never done such a thing, he didn't know anything about it. He shook his head and said:

"These are the many exercises, classics and various collections that my Ye family has saved in the treasure house of the Imperial Capital. I emptied them out before the Imperial Capital was occupied by Yang Que. Now I plan to dedicate them all to the sect."

Wang Ba was also a little surprised when he heard this, frowned and said:

"The sect does not force its disciples to contribute their own family's inheritance. Since these are the inheritance of your Ye family, why not leave them to your Ye family to continue to preserve them?"

Chi Jian smiled bitterly:

"The great changes in the world are also caused by my Ye family. The descendants of the Ye family live here and are not hunted down. It is already a blessing. Leaving these things to them can only bring disaster. It is better to Let them live in peace. If there is someone suitable for cultivation, I will extradite him, but not as a disciple of the Ye family, but as a disciple of the Wanxiang Sect. "

Wang Hao did not expect that Chi Jian, who seemed rude, had a wise and foolish side. He nodded, but did not refuse Chi Jian and took all these things.

When his consciousness swept away, he couldn't help but show a strange look on his face.

Although there are not many particularly rare high-level treasures among them, the high-level treasures have probably been used by Ye Cangsheng to cultivate the descendants of the blood sacrifice.

But there are still many spiritual plant seeds, ores, talismans, elixirs, etc. that Feng Linzhou does not have.

The key is that the quantity is huge, and it is worthy of the word "empty" mentioned by Chi Jian.

However, Wang Ba didn't care much about these. He was more interested in the numerous classics and books among them.

After casually flipping through it for a while, you can vaguely understand some prototypes of divine patterns that he doesn't have here.

"It will be of great help to my divine pattern method."

"It's worthy of the years of accumulation that occupies a continent!"

Wang Hao felt a hint of joy in his heart.

But before he could be happy for long, he was called over again by Qu Shentong.

Qu Shentong's first words caught him off guard.

"I'm about to pass the tribulation. I'm afraid you have to take on the position of sect leader even if you don't want to."

Qu Shentong looked at Wang Yan and said seriously. (End of chapter)