Longevity starts with dual cultivation

Chapter 161: While the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits.

Falling Cherry Mountains.

Halfway up the mountain, Ling Changqing looked solemn as he moved towards the top of the mountain step by step.

At this time, his spiritual power was fully activated, and he could see every movement within a radius of more than 400 feet.

The road up the mountain is rugged and bumpy, with weeds several feet high and dense bushes whose names cannot be told. Many species of bushes are highly poisonous, and there are also some strange snakes, insects, rats and ants hiding among them.

Fifty years is enough time to erase all traces left by the monks' previous passage, including the roads they opened up.

Two flying swords with flashing light circled and danced in front of Ling Changqing, performing the duties of guarding, protecting and clearing the way.

The weeds and bushes on the way forward were all swept away by the sharp sword light, and a new path was opened up.

This kind of thing is also done by many monks who go up the mountain to other areas of the main peak.

Everyone climbed the mountain through different paths, but their destination was the same.

As a rustling sound was heard deep in the grass, bushes and weeds fell to the sides, revealing a colorful giant python as thick as a bucket and dozens of feet long.

This big guy actually had a fleshy crown in the middle of his head, narrow and long green snake eyes, and a ferocious and ugly bloody mouth, and pounced towards Ling Changqing.

Ling Changqing's expression remained unchanged, and the bright sword light in front of him flashed and disappeared. The late second-order monster had no time to react before its huge head was cut off by the top-grade spiritual weapon-level flying sword.

The purple-black blood rushed out like a fountain for a long distance. The huge snake body that had lost its head was still twisting and struggling desperately. Wherever it passed, large tracts of forests were flattened and huge piles of rocks rolled down with a rumble, making a terrifying sound.

Ling Changqing remained unmoved and controlled the flying sword to continue cutting, easily cutting open the snake's body until he dug out the inner elixir inside.

The inner elixir of a second-level monster is just right for making medicines and elixirs.

"...Master, if you sacrifice this thing to me, it can restore some of your lifespan!"

Gong Ling's soft voice sounded quietly in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Ling Changqing was slightly startled: "Okay, take it!"

The inner elixir in his hand, which had not yet warmed up, turned into a stream of light and disappeared, and a rolling hot current flowed into his limbs and bones.

Immediately, Ling Changqing felt that his lifespan had been restored by one year.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, a message with a mysterious rhyme emerged silently:
[Lord of the Era Star Palace: Ling Changqing]

【Bone age: 34/339-9】

【Cultivation: Late Foundation Building Stage】

"Only one year?"

Ling Changqing was a little disappointed. This big guy was a monster in the late stage of foundation building, but the essence of its inner elixir could only restore one year of lifespan?

"This is already good. If you want more, Master, just hunt more of these beasts!"

Gong Ling said with a smile.

"Fine!"

Ling Changqing nodded. This was something he did often. Anyway, a second-level monster was not difficult to deal with.

Looking at the headless snake body still struggling in front of him, Ling Changqing felt that it could not be wasted. He swung his sword to peel off the snake skin, cut off a dozen large pieces of snow-white and delicate snake meat, froze them, and put them into the storage bag.

As a citizen of the Foodie Empire in his previous life, Ling Changqing was born with a love for all kinds of food. The meat of second-level monsters is rich in spiritual energy and the taste never disappoints, so there is naturally no reason to waste it.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Ling Changqing continued on his way.

The mountain road is winding and steep. It takes at least more than a day to travel from the middle of the mountain to the top of the main peak just by walking.

This is not to mention the threats from various indigenous monsters encountered along the way, as well as the obstruction from monks from other forces.

It is normal to fight your way through all the obstacles. It is impossible to pass easily.

Within the range of his spiritual perception, Ling Changqing could occasionally find some good spiritual medicines and herbs, or spiritual beasts and birds of relatively high value.

However, considering that the opportunity at the top of the main peak would not wait for anyone, Ling Changqing chose to give up and concentrate on his journey.

As long as those indigenous monsters don't come to provoke him, he won't do anything unnecessary.

After turning a slope, there was a forest in front of us. Hundreds of large trees had been felled and a temporary road had been opened up.

With the sharpness of the spirit-level flying sword, the cuts on these trees are all smooth and clean, without any drag.

Ling Changqing slowed down his pace and looked around with a calm and peaceful look. As expected, he sensed some lingering breath.

"Is it from the Feng family? Or the Yu family? It seems like it hasn't been that long."

He muttered to himself and quietly became more alert. A stack of talismans were already hidden in his sleeves, and the mysterious jade book was also ready to go.

As long as he encountered an unexpected attack, Ling Changqing was confident that he could instantly bury the opponent in the ocean of magical powers and spells stimulated by the talisman.

After dozens of steps, Ling Changqing had reached the edge of the forest and slowly stopped.

"Fellow Taoists of the Feng family, please show yourself?"

Ling Changqing's calm voice echoed in the woods.

"Haha, this fellow from the Dragon Clan is indeed very perceptive. We hid so well, but you actually found us. Tsk tsk..."

As a deep voice sounded, a group of male and female monks rushed out from the depths of the bamboo forest.

They all wore the same standard Danqing-colored Taoist robes, and the sachets and jade pendants on their waists indicated that these monks were from the Feng family, one of the nine great families in Yuzhou.

The pair of young monks in the lead, the man was extremely heroic, the woman had bright eyes and white teeth, and they both seemed to have reached the peak of foundation building.

"My name is Feng Zhenglong. May I know the name of this fellow Taoist from the Dragon Clan?"

The male cultivator asked with a smile, with a three-foot-long flying sword hanging in front of him, which was as red as blood, and a chilling murderous intent was hidden.

"Wang Changan,"

Ling Changqing said slowly: "Fellow Daoist, you have so many people guarding here, what do you want to do?"

As he was speaking, Gong Ling unsurprisingly sensed that there were a variety of obscure detection spells spying on him, and it was obvious what they were doing.

Feng Zhenglong smiled and said, "Friend Wang, you are here for the opportunity at the top of the main peak, right? But it doesn't matter, we are just tracking down an important person."

He waved his hand gently, signaling the people around him to make way.

The female cultivator next to him asked, "Since you came from the deep sea dragon clan, do you know Ling Changqing?"

"He is from the clan leader's side. It is impossible for us marginal figures to know him."

Ling Changqing shook his head and spoke calmly.

Feng Zhenglong nodded and said, "If that's the case, Brother Wang, you can leave now!"

Within the same force, all kinds of infighting and factional struggles are commonplace, and the dragon clan is no exception.

Therefore, Feng Zhenglong did not doubt Ling Changqing's words. Speaking of which, within the Feng family, he himself and those fairy seedlings were also displeased with each other and they were constantly fighting openly and secretly.

Ling Changqing nodded indifferently, concentrating his attention and walking quickly through the path they had cleared.

However, just when they were about to open up some distance, more than a dozen flying swords and various magical spells poured down at once, drowning Ling Changqing's figure.

"All the people of the Dragon Clan deserve to die!"

A hint of coldness appeared on Feng Zhenglong's face.

In Dragon Soul Valley, there doesn't need many reasons to kill cultivators from other families.

Especially for lone creatures like this, if we don’t kill them quickly, are we going to keep them around to compete with our family members for opportunities in the future?
However, a moment later, a cry of surprise was heard.

At the location where Ling Changqing disappeared, a large cloud of high-temperature fire erupted, instantly covering the entire field. There were also blood-red thunders that kept falling, and screams were heard everywhere in the field.

"Bastard thing!"

Feng Zhenglong roared, and several light screens appeared on his body, blocking the sudden attack in the narrowest possible time.

However, the opponent's attack was too fierce. Except for him and the woman who managed to hold on, almost all the other members of the Feng family were killed.

"It's you? You actually..."

The woman had barely seen the situation clearly, and her screams were filled with deep fear.

That dragon cultivator actually survived and was unharmed in the sneak attack by the Feng family’s children?

Two Taoist puppets wearing heavy armor and holding huge shields and battle axes strode out from the depths of the fire cloud and besieged Feng Zhenglong.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Changqing stepped out, and the two flying swords beside him drew an arc, slashing towards the female cultivator at a tricky angle.

With cold sweat pouring down her face, she gritted her teeth and summoned a crystal lamp, creating several layers of light shields inside and outside to block the sword attack. At the same time, she threw out two second-level talismans that shone with red light.

The talisman spontaneously ignited in the wind and instantly turned into a flock of fire crows that surrounded Ling Changqing.

However, they simply couldn't break through the glazed yellow umbrella on Ling Changqing's body in a short time. Judging from the speed at which the light curtain was consumed, it would be no problem for them to hold out for thirty to fifty breaths.

"Let's go!"

More talismans flew out from the mysterious jade book in Ling Changqing's hand and turned into blood-red thunders that kept smashing down.

After three breaths, the female cultivator's defense collapsed and her entire body was turned into charcoal by the thunder.

At this moment, most of the light curtain on Feng Zhenglong's body had also collapsed. He was in a miserable state and in danger under the attack from both sides of the Taoist puppets.

"Asshole, who... who are you?"

This guy roared in frustration. If he had known that this dragon cultivator was so dangerous and difficult to deal with, he would never have provoked him.

Such a terrifying person should not be an unknown person.

"Forget it, the dead don't need to know too much!"

Ling Changqing snorted coldly, but he did not stop his attack. Together with the Taoist puppet, he killed the opponent after a few breaths.

At this point, calm returned to the scene.

However, after the battle, Ling Changqing still did not dare to slack off, and searched as quickly as possible, collecting all the undamaged storage instruments on the dead monks, and then hurriedly left. This place could be passed by other monks at any time, so Ling Changqing naturally could not cause trouble.

……

Just half a quarter of an hour later, another group of monks hurried over from the middle of the mountain. They were stunned when they saw the corpses all over the ground.

"...Huh? Are these all cultivators from the Feng family?"

The burly man in the lead had a serious look in his eyes and his brows were tightly furrowed.

A handsome young man came closer to investigate for a while and whispered:

"It wasn't too long since they died, and there should be only one person on the other side?"

The burly man looked slightly surprised: "A person? Whose child is this?"

The young man replied, "It's hard to be sure. The other party seems to be using a large number of talismans to coordinate with the Taoist puppets to attack, and has not revealed any obvious characteristics of the family's skills and magical powers."

"Haha, so wealthy? It feels a bit like the style of a dragon cultivator?"

"Don't rule out this possibility!"

"Forget it, don't bother with these damned ghosts, let's continue on our way! Who knows, maybe we can meet that powerful guy when we reach the top of the main peak!"

The burly man said this as he led a group of family members to continue heading towards the top of the mountain.

Not long after they left, another group of monks arrived in a hurry.

The leading woman had lovely features and beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and her figure was as voluptuous and graceful as a beautiful woman. She was Luo Qingning, the eleventh princess of the dragon clan.

Her own cultivation was at the late stage of Golden Core True Person, so she was able to enter the valley only after sealing part of her cultivation.

At this time, there were more than fifty monks behind the Dragon Princess, including Liu Qin, Jin Wan'er, Yang Feifei and Chu Xinlan.

They met Luo Qingning on the way and decided to travel together after discussion.

The reason is simple. The situation in Dragon Soul Valley has changed. The cultivators from the nine major families are all searching for Ling Changqing, and they will never let go of any dragon cultivator they meet.

For the sake of the overall situation, the different factions on the Dragon Clan's side can only temporarily put aside their prejudices, stick together for warmth, and first protect Ling Changqing from being snatched away by outsiders.

"Eh? Did a fight just happen here? Why are all the dead monks from the Feng family?"

Liu Qin said with a surprised look.

Luo Qingning glanced at them and said indifferently: "Don't worry about them, let's go to the top of the main peak quickly, maybe he is there!

By the way, apart from you girls, did Sixth Sister really not arrange any other guards for him?"

Liu Qin nodded: "Indeed, there has never been such a thing. The Prince Consort's current identity is sensitive, so he might still act alone!"

"Humph, if Sixth Sister wasn't so protective of her food, would the current situation be so troublesome?"

Luo Qingning said angrily.

If Luo Qingxuan had agreed to let them join earlier, and all the sisters had concentrated their strength together to protect Ling Changqing, then how could those aristocratic families have the opportunity to cause trouble now?

The four girls of Liuqin looked at each other, they didn't dare to respond to such a question.

"Forget it, let's go! I hope we can make it in time!"

Luo Qingning also understood that now was not the time to complain, and the right thing to do was to find Ling Changqing first.

So the dragon cultivators continued on their journey.

……

Here, after Ling Changqing had been traveling for more than an hour, he encountered another group of cultivators from the Cui family.

After they met, they had a disagreement and after a burst of swordplay, more than a dozen corpses appeared on the ground.

"If we fight all the way to the top of the mountain, the cost will be too great."

After cleaning up the battlefield, Ling Changqing said to Gong Ling.

Even though he had enough pills and talismans on him, the pressure from round after round of high-intensity battles was still quite exaggerated on Ling Changqing.

If he encountered the chosen ones from aristocratic families, Ling Changqing might not be able to kill them so easily, and might even be suppressed by the opponent.

"Then Master, you just need to consume a portion of your lifespan and completely hide your whereabouts."

Gong Ling said.

"Okay, it's a deal."

Ling Changqing agreed. As long as he could avoid this meaningless fight and reach the top of the mountain in peak condition, it would be worth it.

A layer of flame that was neither black nor white and barely noticeable once again enveloped Ling Changqing's body, and waves of weakness attacked every part of his body.

Under the burning of the life-essence calamity fire, Ling Changqing clearly felt that the upper limit of his lifespan dropped again, and it stopped at 320.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, a message with a mysterious rhyme emerged silently:
[Lord of the Era Star Palace: Ling Changqing]

【Bone age: 34/339-19】

【Cultivation: Late Foundation Building Stage】

At the same time, Ling Changqing's figure faded rapidly until it completely disappeared from the spot.

His aura and destiny also disappeared completely. Even if a Yuanying Zhenjun was present, it would be difficult to detect any abnormality.

"...As long as you don't take the initiative to attack, this state can be maintained for three days without any problem."

Gong Ling explained.

If you can't hold back and take action, all your efforts will be wasted.

"Ok, I see."

Ling Changqing agreed. He just wanted to take advantage of the opportunity and had no intention of killing people wantonly.

But my lifespan really can’t withstand consumption. If it happens a few more times, won’t I die young?

Moreover, in this state, there is no way to make up for the consumption by killing those indigenous ferocious beasts. It’s depressing just thinking about it.

The journey went much smoother from then on. Ling Changqing, in invisible state, passed by groups of monks without causing any reaction from them.

There were also those indigenous ferocious beasts that appeared from time to time in the deep mountains and forests, and they also ignored Ling Changqing.

After more than half a day, Ling Changqing successfully appeared on the top of the main peak of the Luoying Mountains.

The only drawback is that there are already hundreds of monks here, and they are in a tense standoff with each other.

The top of the mountain, which is hundreds of feet in radius, is flat and without any grass, as if someone had cut it flat with a sword.

Right in the center of the mountain top, someone dug a jade pond about an acre in size, with clouds and auspicious air rising from it.

In the pond is a pool of golden spiritual spring. The crystal beads that can improve the spiritual roots of cultivators are conceived from the spring.

Ling Changqing, who was in invisible state, observed for a while, then quietly stood at the edge of the platform, intending to see what happened next.

Hundreds of men, women, young and old were divided into six camps, from the Yu family, the Yu family, the Feng family, the Hao family, the Mu family and the Yin family.

Ling Changqing breathed a sigh of relief. At least there were no familiar faces among them, otherwise it would be difficult to deal with later.

"...Fellow Daoists, there are only three crystal beads produced in this spiritual spring, but our six forces all want them. This makes things difficult."

In front of the Yu family's team, Yu Piaoyue said with a smile.

In front of the Mu family's team, an old man with gray hair and beard said coldly:
"Since neither of you is willing to give in, then we can only fight to the death!"

Not to mention there are only three, even if there are six, the monks present still will not be willing to distribute them equally.

Who would be willing to give away this kind of natural treasure that can improve the spiritual roots of a cultivator to the upper level of the earth grade to others?
At the front of the Yu family's team stood a simple-looking young man in a brocade robe. He was a little bloated and had an unremarkable silver axe on his waist.

Even in such a murderous situation, he still looked relaxed, stroking his round belly, blinking his eyes, and staring at the faces and figures of the female practitioners.

"I think it's better for everyone to be harmonious."

The young man patted his belly and said with a smile: "For example, if you, fellow Taoist of the Mu family..."

Before he finished speaking, his bloated figure suddenly disappeared.

By the time the surrounding cultivators reacted, the young man from the Yu family had already leisurely retreated to his original position.

The silver axe in his hand was dripping with blood, and in the other hand he held the head of the old man from the Mu family.

It was not until this time that the headless body of the old man from the Mu family fell down powerlessly, with blood all over the ground.

"Yu Qingyang, you damn bastard!"

The other cultivators of the Mu family were immediately furious, and numerous flying swords and various magical powers and spells were directed towards him.

The cultivators of the Yu family naturally refused to be outdone and fought back decisively, and the two sides immediately engaged in a fight.

Soon, monks from the other four families also joined in, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

As time goes by, there will surely be more monks arriving, and the situation will only become more complicated.

Therefore, the monks present could not afford to delay any longer. Since they could not reach an agreement through negotiation, they could only use drastic measures to settle the matter as quickly as possible!

In a short while, of the hundreds of monks in the field, only less than half were still standing, and the rest were dead or seriously injured.

At this moment, the spiritual spring in the stone pond suddenly burst into a large piece of colorful clouds, and the faint sound of the spring water echoed at the soul level.

"……How is this going?"

Yu Qingyang, covered in blood, was shocked and angry, and questioned in disbelief.

There was a moment of silence in the field, and a cultivator said weakly: "Just now... it seems that the crystal bead was taken away by someone?"

(End of this chapter)