Mortal Ascension Record

The next morning, the sun slowly rose in the sky.

The breeze blew gently, causing ripples on the lake. Because it was spring, the scenery of lush grass and greenery by the lake was pleasing to the eye and unforgettable.

When Qin Tian and Murong Xuanying woke up from their closed-eye meditation, the white-haired old man and the dilapidated fishing boat had already disappeared without a trace.

Neither of them was too surprised by this.

After all, as a peerless master, it is understandable that Qinglian Sword Immortal appears and disappears like a ghost.

At this moment, Murong Xuanying suddenly stood up, waved her sleeves and threw out a delicate storage bag, and said in a seemingly calm tone:

"Thank you for your help, Qin Daoyou. These spirit stones are enough to buy your elixir. We'll meet again someday!"

While speaking, Murong Xuanying looked indifferent and arrogant, as if she had turned back into the lofty saint of the Immortal Sect.

Hearing this, Qin Tian put away the spirit stones without hesitation, and then politely bowed his hands, his expression was as calm as ever.

"See you later!"

Seeing this, Murong Xuanying frowned slightly, but soon seemed to remember something, and suddenly turned around to look at Ao Ling'er who was sleeping soundly on the boulder behind.

Looking at the chubby little girl, thinking of the laughter and hardships they had shared during this period, Murong Xuanying's originally cold eyes could not help but wave, and then she couldn't help but stretch out her hand to pinch the little girl's chubby face.

"How dare you! Who are you! How can you pinch my face?"

Perhaps because her sweet dream was disturbed, Ao Ling'er was obviously quite dissatisfied, and couldn't help but turn over and curse on the spot.

But when she saw the person in front of her clearly, the little girl's expression quickly stiffened.

Although she was ignorant and naive, she knew that the more beautiful a woman was, the harder it was to mess with her after years of experience with someone.

But fortunately, Murong Xuanying didn't care too much, but suddenly raised her hand and took out a pure white, flawless, and aura-filled nine-petal lotus.

In an instant, a majestic ice-attribute aura quickly spread around.

Seeing this scene, Ao Ling'er's eyes suddenly lit up, and she almost drooled on the spot.

But Murong Xuanying reached out again, pinched the little girl's chubby face lovingly, and said with a hint of melancholy:

"Little girl, this is a natural treasure from the Arctic ice field, called "Tianshan Snow Lotus". I am about to return to the sect, and this snow lotus is a gift for you!"

After these words came out, Ao Ling'er was slightly stunned at first, and then suddenly reacted. She couldn't help but rubbed her chubby hands with excitement and said:

"Give it... to me? How can I be so embarrassed!"

While saying this, the little girl was quite honest in her hands. She took the snow lotus almost without hesitation, held it in her arms as if she had found a treasure, and was unwilling to let go of it.

At the end, she didn't forget to boast:

"I, Ao Ling'er, dare to swear to the heavens that Sister Murong must be the most beautiful fairy in the world!"

Hearing this, Murong Xuanying showed a rare shyness, and then turned around and disappeared without any intention of staying.

Seeing this situation, Qin Tian couldn't help but be surprised, and was secretly amazed in his heart.

After all, even the treasures of heaven and earth can be given away at will, you can imagine how rich the Piaomiao Immortal Sect is!

It can also be seen from this how much this little girl Murong is a spendthrift!

Thinking of this, Qin Tian couldn't help but secretly complain.

But he soon remembered something, and couldn't help but turn his head with a wild face, shouting in shock and anger:

"Fool~! Stop chewing! That thing is not delicious, I'll exchange it with barbecue!"

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The border of Jiuzhou Continent

In the outer area of ​​Fengzhou, there is a deep mountain range with rolling hills and rugged rocks. Because it is rich in a low-level spiritual material called "Black Cloud Stone", it is named "Black Cloud Mountain Range".

On top of this mountain range, there is a group of notorious bandits, who claim to be "Qingfeng Village"! They make a living by robbing houses and killing people for treasures all year round.

Speaking of this "Qingfeng Village", it is neither big nor small, but it can be barely regarded as a medium-sized force. There are also many "talents" and masters in the village. It is rumored that the boss has the cultivation of the peak of the late Jindan.

Because of this, in this border of Fengzhou, which is already disorderly, desolate and remote, "Qingfeng Village" is almost rampant and scourges one side, and its sphere of influence is extremely wide.

Adhering to the fine tradition of plucking feathers from passing geese, flies passing by will also be hit by a bag. Whenever a cultivator passes by this place, he will inevitably encounter a "baptism".

At noon that day, the sky was shining brightly.

Wearing a gorgeous Taoist robe and holding a brand new magic whisk, Guangyangzi, with white hair and beard, and kind eyes, was sitting on a rock with his eyes slightly closed and dozing.

From the comfortable expression on his face, it is not difficult to see that this former bandit is still living a comfortable life now.

Even his cultivation level has broken through from the initial Jindan stage to the middle Jindan stage.

Because he was once at the border of Liangzhou, Guangyangzi suffered the biggest mistake in his robbery career, and finally barely saved his life with great difficulty.

So he decided to leave that unlucky place and went to the border of Fengzhou to seek a better job. He was determined to make a name for himself by being a bandit!

After that, after many changes and hard work, relying on his outstanding wisdom and fluent flattery, Guangyangzi climbed to the position of the third leader of "Qingfeng Village" in a short period of time. He was so glorious and at the peak of the banditry!

For example, behind him at this moment, there were dozens of fierce bandits in uniform, and their cultivation was at least at the initial stage of foundation building.

That murderous posture was enough to make people feel cold in their hearts.

However, just when Guangyangzi was bored, a low shout interrupted his reverie:

"Report to the third leader, a hundred miles southwest, we found two fat sheep, one big and one small, whose strength is about the middle stage of Jindan!"