Rise of Qinglian

Yan State, Qingfeng Mountain.

There are a large number of spiritual trees planted here, belonging to the Blood Demon Sect.

More than twenty disciples of the Blood Demon Sect fell in a pool of blood, along with a pile of white skeletons. There were dozens of large pits on the ground, and Wang Qingshan and others were cutting down spiritual trees.

There is a green attic on the mountainside. In a certain room, Wang Changsheng is sitting cross-legged on a futon.

A ban has been set up inside the house, and the soul-eating golden cicada is chasing dozens of black ghosts.

The disciples of the Blood Demon Sect raised many ghosts. Wang Changsheng discovered that the Soul-eating Golden Cicada preferred to devour ghosts. The ghosts themselves also liked to devour the souls of monsters or immortal cultivators. One ghost general was worth ten second-level monster souls.

After devouring a large number of monster souls and ghosts, the Soul-Eating Golden Cicada is now a second-level mid-level creature, and its size has increased a lot.

Wang Changsheng's body surface was filled with a large number of blue arcs, and ghosts did not dare to approach Wang Changsheng at all.

The soul-eating golden cicada was like a wolf entering a flock of sheep. Dozens of ghosts could not escape its clutches and were devoured by it one by one.

After devouring all the ghosts, the Soul-eating Golden Cicada flew back to Wang Changsheng.

The higher its level, the more spiritual consciousness it feeds back to Wang Changsheng. However, it currently does not provide much spiritual consciousness to Wang Changsheng. Mosquito meat is also meat, which is better than nothing.

Wang Changsheng took the soul-eating golden cicada back to the spirit beast bead, removed the restraint and walked out.

There are a large number of spiritual trees planted throughout the mountain. The lowest age is more than ten years old, and the highest age is more than 300 years old.

Wang Qingshan used a huge green sword to cut down the spiritual trees.

Some spiritual trees are easy to cut down, but some are very hard, and ordinary magic weapons will only leave faint white marks when chopped on them.

Wang Qingjun used three gleaming red flying knives to chop at a green spiritual tree that was as thick as two people's arms, leaving a few shallow white marks.

A large number of golden ants flew over, landed on the green spiritual wood, and gnawed at the blue spiritual wood crazily.

Not long after, a circle of holes appeared on the surface of the green spirit wood.

Wang Qingjun turned around and saw Wang Changsheng walking towards him.

"Uncle Nine!"

Wang Changsheng smiled and nodded, saying: "Cut down the spiritual trees as soon as possible and rush to the next place."

"Yes, Uncle Nine."

Wang Changsheng released all the gold-eating ants to help Wang Qingjun and others cut down the spiritual trees. If they had to do it by themselves, they would not be able to finish the cutting in half a month. A spiritual tree is too big to fit into the storage bag. Even if it is cut down, Divided into small pieces, a storage bag can hold at most one spiritual tree.

With Wang Changsheng's help, they cut down much faster.

Wang Changsheng felt that their speed was too slow, so he simply sacrificed the Jiuqu Divine Sand, turned it into a yellow long knife, chopped all the spiritual trees into multiple pieces, and asked them to put them into storage bags.

Because there were so many spiritual trees, the storage bags carried by Wang Qingshan and others could only hold one-seventh of them. Thousands of gold-eating ants ate the remaining more than 900 spiritual trees for three days and three nights. He couldn't finish it, so he burned it on fire, but Wang Changsheng was reluctant to part with it. This batch of spiritual wood was used to refine the puppet beast, which was enough for the Wang family for decades.

"You go first and wait for me outside the mountains."

Wang Qingshan and others did not dare to neglect, the imperial weapons flew high into the sky, and they all left.

Wang Changsheng released the double-eyed rat, pointed at the mountains of spiritual trees and ordered: "Go dig a big hole in the ground and hide these spiritual trees."

He planned to hide these spiritual trees first and come back to get them later.

The double-eyed rat's body surface lit up with a burst of yellow light, then it disappeared into the ground.

On a peak outside the mountain range, Wang Qingshan and others stood on the top of the mountain.

"Brother Seven, why do you think Uncle Nine sent us away?"

Wang Qingjun asked through a message.

"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. Uncle Jiu must have a deep meaning when he does this."

Wang Qingshan explained via voice transmission, looking at the disciples of Bailingmen.

The disciples of Bailingmen followed Wang Changsheng and got a lot of benefits, but they were outsiders after all, and there were some things that they couldn't let them know.

Not long after, a huge white cloud flew over carrying Wang Changsheng.

"Let's go! Let's rush to the next place."

After everyone stood on the white clouds, Wang Changsheng drove the clouds and flew away into the distance.

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Northern Xinjiang, Fire Phoenix Mountains.

In a quiet courtyard, Wang Mingren and seven of his classmates were drinking tea and chatting.

"Thank you all senior brothers and sisters for your compliments. My little sister Ximen Feng will give you a cup of tea instead of wine."

A woman in red with delicate features raised her tea cup and drank it all in one gulp.

The woman in red is wearing a red skirt, with snow-white skin and a hot figure. The towering breasts on her chest almost burst out of the clothes, which attracts people's imagination.

She is none other than Ximen Feng, with the seventh level of foundation building.

"Junior Sister Ximen is joking. We are from the same sect, so it is right to celebrate your birthday. This 400-year-old Huoyun Ganoderma is a tribute to my brother. Junior Sister Ximen, please don't dislike it."

A young man in a green shirt with jade-like skin, delicate and handsome, took out a red wooden box and handed it to Ximen Feng.

The young man in green shirt, whose surname is Li Deqing, has the eighth level of foundation building, and is Ximen Feng's die-hard suitor.

"Junior sister Ximen, I give you this jade phoenix hairpin. It's a top-grade magic weapon, capable of both offense and defense. Please don't dislike it."

Wang Mingren took out a red jade box and handed it to Ximen Feng.

Others also gave gifts, and Ximen Feng thanked them all and accepted them all.

"Thank you brothers and sisters for the gifts. We should keep in touch more in the future."

Ximen Feng invited six people, each of whom had a cultivation level above the seventh level of foundation building. They were all elite disciples and had a high chance of forming pills in the future, especially Wang Mingren.

As far as Ximen Feng knows, Wang Mingren’s master is the elder of the Taiyi Immortal Sect’s Deacon Hall and has a wide network of contacts. In addition, Wang Mingren also obtained a good ranking in the sect competition and practiced to build foundations at a young age. Seventh floor, young and promising.

"What Junior Sister Ximen said is that we are from the same sect and we should keep in touch with each other more."

Wang Mingren smiled and nodded. He learned a lot from Xu Zihua, especially how to deal with people. He has his own unique way.

In the land of wealthy couples, couples are not only Taoist couples, they can also be relatives and friends. Make a few more friends. As long as one friend can help you, you will benefit from everything. This is Xu Zihua's teaching to Wang Mingren.

A rapid scream came from Wang Mingren's arms. He took out the interrogation tray and entered a spell. As soon as the man's voice suddenly sounded: "Senior nephew Wang, what are you doing!"

"Replying to Master Meng, this disciple is a guest at Junior Sister Ximen's house. What do you want me to do?"

Wang Mingren recognized it as Meng Tianzheng's voice.

"I'll come to my residence later and tell you something."

"Yes, Master Meng."

Wang Mingren put away the interrogation tray and found that everyone was looking at him with envy.

In the northern Xinjiang branch, there is only one alchemy monk surnamed Meng, Meng Tianzheng. Meng Tianzheng is the leader of the Taiyi Five and has a high chance of being promoted to the Nascent Soul stage.

It seems that Wang Mingren is very popular with Meng Tianzheng and has a bright future.

"Senior Brother Wang, since Uncle Meng has something to ask you, you should go first! Don't keep Uncle Meng waiting. Let's meet again next time."

Ximen Feng smiled sweetly and said wisely.

"Then I'll take the first step, brother. I'm really sorry. I'll invite you back next time."

Wang Mingren hugged everyone, toasted a cup of tea, turned and left.

"Uncle Meng and Senior Brother Wang have a very good relationship. It seems that it is only a matter of time before Senior Brother Wang enters the Dan Formation Stage."

Ximen Fengjing rolled her eyes and said with a smile.

"He is only at the seventh level of foundation building, and I am already at the eighth level. I will definitely be able to advance to the core formation stage before him."

Li Deqing said with confidence that if Jin Yanzong hadn't suddenly merged with Taiyi Immortal Sect and all the contribution points he had worked so hard to accumulate were wiped out, he would have advanced to the Core Formation stage long ago.

"Then my little sister will congratulate Senior Brother Li in advance."

Ximen Feng smiled slightly, picked up the tea cup and drank it in one gulp.

Li Deqing did not hesitate and gave a toast in return.