Longevity starts with dual cultivation

Chapter 170: It’s over, just brush off your clothes and go away

Outside Dragon Soul Valley.

The experiences of the younger generations of each family at Meteorite Abyss soon spread throughout the camp.

The Son of Fortune disguised himself and stayed with the cultivators of the Yu Family. When his identity was later discovered, he mysteriously disappeared. This surprised the top leaders of various families, and they tried to get to the bottom of it through various means.

Most of them tend to believe that someone from some powerful faction had kidnapped the Son of Fortune, so the culprit must be found out.

It’s a pity that no matter how hard those old guys tried, no matter what means they used, overt or covert, they couldn’t get any valuable clues.

Finally, the ancestors of the nine great families communicated with each other privately, and after some "intelligence reconciliation", they confirmed that none of them had obtained the son of destiny.

Therefore, these old guys unanimously pointed their suspicion at the dragon clan and decided to jointly send envoys to inquire.

Luo Cangli was already filled with rage, so Bai Qingyi naturally wouldn't have a good face towards them, and he scolded the envoys harshly.

Ling Changqing was originally the consort of our Deep Sea Dragon Clan. You bastards not only tried to poach him, but also tried to kidnap him. Now when you couldn't find him, you came to his house to accuse me?

I gave you face, right?
Seeing that things had come to this point, the top leaders of the nine great families simply stopped pretending and jointly put pressure on the Dragon Clan, demanding negotiations to discuss the ownership of the Son of Destiny.

Therefore, outside the camps of the ten forces, the elders of each family jointly opened up a new camp, set up formations and restrictions, and used it as a venue for temporary talks.

A day later, heavyweights from all parties arrived one after another.

In the hall inside the camp, surrounding a huge magic projection sand table, representatives of ten forces sat upright with expressionless faces, looking unfathomable.

The mana projection sandbox shows the topographic map of the Dragon Soul Valley, and the clarity is much higher, even some mysterious and dangerous areas are displayed to a certain extent.

Because this sand table was formed by summarizing the map data collected by ten forces.

In the magic projection sandbox, mountains, swamps, lakes, forests, rivers and plains are all clearly visible. From time to time, some red spots can be seen distributed in groups of three or five. They are the monks who have entered the valley for training.

Occasionally, a point of light would dim quietly and eventually disappear, which was most likely because a cultivator had met with a disaster and died.

After a long while, Yu Qinghu, the grand elder of the Yu family, the blue-robed scholar with a handsome appearance and spiritual aura, coughed lightly and spoke:
“Okay, now that all the fellow Taoists are here, let’s start discussing matters!

First of all, I would like to make one thing clear. The legendary Son of Luck is of great importance. It concerns the rise and fall, survival and destruction of the immortal cultivation world in Yuzhou and even the entire Qingyao Continent!
Therefore, it should be jointly owned by all of us, rather than being monopolized by one faction. What do you think, fellow Taoists?"

"What you said is very good!"

The Mu family's great elder, the handsome, elegant, and spirited man in white clothes holding a sword, immediately echoed:

"So Ling Changqing is not only the consort of the Deep Sea Dragon Clan, he should also marry a woman from one of our nine great families. In the future, we can all benefit equally, and that's the only way it's fair!"

As expected, his words drew chorus of approval, except from the top leaders of the Dragon Clan.

Bai Qingyi, with a cold face, sneered and said sarcastically: "My fellow Taoists are really calculating. You want to kidnap my dragon clan's consort with nothing but empty words!

I just don't know where he is now? You haven't even found him yet, and you dare to discuss how to divide up the benefits from him?"

Now Ling Changqing's whereabouts are unknown, and the cultivators from various sects are trying to find a needle in a haystack in the Dragon Soul Valley. No one can predict when there will be any results.

Bai Qingyi finally understood that with the nine great families putting on such a display, it would be difficult for the Dragon Clan alone to confront them head-on.

For the safety of the dragon clan, she couldn't refuse now and could only choose to accept it.

At the Yu family's table, an old man in gray with white hair and beard and a ruddy complexion laughed and said:
“Don’t worry too much about Ling Changqing’s whereabouts. When the day comes that Dragon Soul Valley closes, he will definitely come out!

Let's discuss the detailed charter first, so that it will be easier for all parties to cooperate in the future!"

What this means is that as long as each family guards the exit with their own strength, it is only a matter of time before Ling Changqing is blocked.

In the future, various families will carry out many collaborations around this son of destiny. How to divide various opportunities and how to share responsibilities and obligations are the most urgent issues that need to be resolved.

Luo Cangli looked a little helpless. Now the situation was stronger than the people. No matter what, the nine major families were going to get a piece of the pie.

Now he only hopes that Ling Changqing is safe and sound, and will not be found in advance by the cultivators of some aristocratic family. After he safely returns to the Dragon Clan camp, perhaps he can gain a certain initiative.

The head of the Liuying family was present in person this time. She was a stunningly beautiful woman wearing a bright red palace dress, with a reserved and elegant demeanor. The golden phoenix-wing hairpin on her cloud-like bun was shining brightly. Her name was Liuying Ziying.

At this moment, the head of the Liuying family looked around with a smile in his eyes, his red lips slightly parted, and his voice was as clear and mellow as pearls falling on a jade plate:
"First of all, I need to make it clear that Ling Changqing wrote the marriage certificate himself. My Bingchan, Mengluan and a group of other girls have become his designated Taoist partners!

Therefore, in the future, in the harem of the Son of Luck, the daughters of my Liuying family will occupy more places. Do you fellow Taoists have any objections?"

After these words came out, the bigwigs of each family looked a little disapproving. Mu Yunzhong said:

"Fellow Daoist Liuying, there are too many female cultivators in your family. This is not fair to our nine families."

The ancestor of the Yu family smiled and said, "Let's not talk about the authenticity of the marriage certificate, but Ling Changqing personally promised to marry the two girls in our family, Yu Yalan and Yu Youqin, and there is a token as proof!"

Yu Yalan and Yu Youqin, the two girls standing beside him, blushed slightly, but were extremely grateful in their hearts.

I insisted on exchanging tokens with Ling Changqing back then, and now the ancestor has spoken, so this matter should be a sure thing, right?
The ancestor of the Tang family couldn't help but glance at Tang Qingwan who was standing beside him. This girl had good character and appearance, so why didn't she ask Ling Changqing for a token of love?

Tang Qingwan looked helpless. She wanted to do it, but the Yu sisters were guarding so tightly that she had no chance to make a move. What else could she do?
Next to Mu Yunzhong, Mu Yunxiu, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes and looked timid, also had a look of annoyance on her face.

She had traded a lot of spiritual gold materials with Ling Changqing in the past. If the Yu sisters had not deliberately obstructed her, she would have had the opportunity to establish a closer relationship with the other party, right?
Of course now, as long as the top leaders of the ten forces reach an agreement, he can also become one of Ling Changqing’s Taoist companions in the future.

Yu Qinghu sighed, his eyes swept over the radiant twin sisters beside him, and thought to himself, I gave you a chance, but you were useless!

The twin sisters looked at each other and secretly made up their minds that they would do their best to win Ling Changqing's heart and never let these vixens get the upper hand.

Luo Qingxuan, who was standing behind Bai Qingyi, had a face full of anger, and her eyes, as solid as substance, stared fiercely at the noble ladies from aristocratic families who were present.

She was clearly his own Taoist partner, but now so many slutty vixens came to fight for her. It was simply...

It’s tolerable, it’s unbearable!

The eldest princess Luo Qingyi glanced at her younger sister, thinking that if this girl hadn't been so protective of her, her sisters would have gotten what they wanted long ago, right? Why would so many wild women come in all of a sudden...

……

The top of a dangerous mountain that is over a thousand feet high and pierces the sky.

Ling Changqing stood on a huge rock at the top of the peak and looked into the distance. He could see the vast rivers and plains below the mountain.

On the vast plain with abundant grass and water, several magnificent rivers rush through, and along the way they also branch out into numerous tributaries of varying sizes, nourishing and irrigating the fertile fields for thousands of miles.

If a large number of immigrants could be settled here to reclaim the wasteland, the annual output would not be a problem in feeding tens of billions of mortal people.

At the end of the horizon, one can occasionally see monks riding on lights and passing by in a hurry, or fighting with each other, and the lights of various spiritual weapons and magical spells are clearly visible.

The Dragon Soul Valley is... actually quite a good place. Third-level and quasi-fourth-level spiritual veins can be found everywhere. It's rich in resources and the area is large enough.

Unfortunately, it is not the private territory of any one family, but is shared by ten major forces including the Dragon Clan. The benefits within are naturally shared as well, and no one can monopolize it.

After a while, Ling Changqing withdrew his gaze, threw out twelve formation flags, and set up double restrictions inside and outside to isolate the strong wind and low temperature outside.

He took out all the harvest from the storage bag, spread them on the ground, and then counted, counted and classified them one by one.

There are indeed a lot of good things in the Queen of Insects' lair. There are six stalks of Yanhua Xueye Grass that can be used to refine the third-level longevity pill.

As long as the necessary auxiliary materials can be gathered, Ling Qiyue, who is already a third-level alchemist, can start refining the pills. It is estimated that she can produce three batches of finished pills.

Ling Changqing himself is currently only a second-level alchemist. He estimates that he will be able to refine foundation-building pills after returning this time. He can also try to refine some quasi-third-level pills, but he will have to wait for the real third-level pills.

There are also those rare and precious second-, third-, and quasi-fourth-level spiritual gold materials, which are all very good choices whether you take them back for personal use or sell them in the market.

As for the second-level monsters killed along the way, most of the inner elixirs obtained had been sacrificed to Gong Ling by Ling Changqing.

Therefore, not only has his life span not decreased, on the contrary it has reached 375 years, which is even incomparable to the so-called fake Dan Zhenren.

However, according to Gong Ling, this is already close to Ling Changqing's limit. Unless his cultivation level breaks through again, it will be difficult for his lifespan to continue to increase.

Ling Changqing silently estimated that even if he no longer had the support of the Dragon Clan or other forces in the future, he would have enough resources to ensure that he could cultivate to the Golden Core level.

Compared to those poor low-level cultivators, he has now initially completed the so-called class transition and has initially achieved resource freedom.

Not only does he provide the resources Ling Changqing needs for his own cultivation, but he can also find ways to prepare for Tang Qiuyao and Qin Yun, mother and daughter, the resources they need to reach the Golden Core True Person realm in the future.

Well, there is still some time before the Dragon Soul Valley closes, so we might as well continue to search for opportunities.

Ling Changqing took out the jade map and looked at it, and quickly determined the target.

More than two hours later, at a quiet mountain stream by a cold pond, amid the fierce sword energy, a ferocious beast about ten feet long and shaped like a giant salamander was covered in wounds, and it had used up its last bit of strength, roaring and dying.

Ling Changqing controlled the flying sword to cut open its belly, dig out the inner elixir, and cut off the most fat and tender parts of the meat, froze them with an ice spell, and then put them into the storage bag.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Ling Changqing began to look for the next target and then did the same thing.

It is not difficult for Ling Changqing to deal with this kind of monster with quasi-third-level strength. He can kill one in just a few moments.

Moreover, growing beside this cold pond, there are a large number of second and third level spiritual medicines, which can all be taken away as trophies.

Ling Changqing stayed here for a day and a night, and only left with satisfaction after killing nearly 60% of the ferocious beasts in the cold pond.

When you come back again in fifty years, the population of ferocious beasts here will have returned to its previous size.

The next morning, on the vast grassland that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Accompanied by angry roars, a large group of lizard-like beasts frantically chased a male monk who was fleeing on a flying sword in front of them.

The monk held a net bag that was shining with spiritual light, and inside it was an egg the size of a sea bowl, covered with golden spots and patterns.

This egg was laid by the king of their tribe, which made them so furious.

Ling Changqing was suspended in the air dozens of feet high. Since these guys had no ability to fly, they were completely unable to do anything to him and could only run behind him in vain.

Behind the running beasts, ten tall and burly Taoist puppets followed silently, wielding heavy swords, and specifically attacked those ferocious beasts that fell behind.

A combined attack from them was enough to kill a ferocious beast, while Ling Changqing led the herd in circles, attracting their attention and continuously consuming their energy.

As time went on, these ferocious beasts fell one after another, and the number of the herd became smaller and smaller.

More than half an hour later, with the last beast king seriously injured and killed, Ling Changqing finally landed on the ground and began to clean up the battlefield.

These guys all have inner elixirs, which can be taken away and sacrificed to the palace spirit in exchange for longevity. There are also some special elixirs in their nests.

On the morning of the third day, Ling Changqing had arrived at a rugged hilly area.

There lives a kind of spiritual bird that looks like a golden eagle. An adult has a wingspan of more than two meters. It is extremely ferocious and difficult to deal with, and is a peak second-level ferocious creature.

This time, Ling Changqing used the Taoist soldier puppets to attract their attention, while he sneaked into their nests and plundered them.

A large number of bird eggs, baby birds that had not yet opened their eyes, and the elixirs and rare treasures they had collected were all packed up and taken away without leaving a single thing.

In the end, after paying the price of destroying ten heavy armor puppets, Ling Changqing looted the nests of these spiritual birds and flew away leisurely.

Ling Changqing spent the next month in this busy state, emptying the nests of the indigenous beasts one by one.

During this period, he did encounter cultivators from other families, but because he had changed his body shape and appearance, the other parties did not recognize him at first, and he always managed to slip away in time.

Finally, the day arrived when Dragon Soul Valley closed.

As early as three days ago, the surviving monks in the valley had rushed to the entrance in groups.

After all, if you miss this time, you will have to wait another fifty years.

However, there has never been a successful precedent of a cultivator who could live alone in the Dragon Soul Valley for fifty years, and they always died in various accidents.

With the help of Gong Ling, Ling Changqing changed his appearance once again and approached the exit in invisible state.

"...Will this really not alert them?"

Ling Changqing asked anxiously.

After all, every time someone passes through the space portal, it will inevitably produce fluctuations in magic power that cannot be concealed.

"Don't worry. With so many monks coming in and out, who would pay attention to you in your invisible state?"

Gong Ling said indifferently.

Ling Changqing thought about it and decided to stop worrying about it.

Just then, a group of female cultivators from the Liuying family came over on flying swords. Since some people in the team were injured, their speed was not very fast.

Ling Changqing took the opportunity to blend into their team and walked towards the space portal together.

A slight spatial pulling force was felt, and before Ling Changqing could react, the clear blue sky outside the Dragon Soul Valley appeared in his sight.

Of course, at this time, he was still in an absolutely invisible state. Even the elders from various families who were guarding not far away did not notice any clues.

After walking out of the portal, the monks did not stop but walked towards their respective family camps. Deacons came forward to meet them, and after verifying their identities, they were allowed to enter the camp to rest.

Ling Changqing hesitated for a moment, then walked towards the camp of the dragon cultivators.

He wanted to see Bai Qingyi and Luo Qingxuan, mother and daughter, again, even if it was just from a distance.

After all, after leaving this time, for our own safety, the next time we meet may be many years later.

"Don't go, just leave now!"

Gong Ling's voice sounded: "There is more than one Yuanying Zhenjun here now. If it takes too long, I can't guarantee your safety."

She had vaguely sensed that in addition to the strong men from the ten forces at the scene, there were also some terrifying auras of unknown origin secretly spying on the scene.

Even with the magical power of the Era Star Palace, it is difficult to conceal its existence for long, let alone protect Ling Changqing.

"Okay, it's up to you."

Ling Changqing agreed, his own safety and that of Jiyuan Star Palace was the top priority after all.

Who can cultivate to the level of Yuanying Zhenjun without some special means? If things go wrong, it is possible to see through Ling Changqing's disguise, and then forget about leaving.

In the blink of an eye, Ling Changqing's vision changed again, and when it stabilized completely, he was already on the sea tens of thousands of miles away.

At this time, the sea and sky were calm, the dark blue ocean beneath my feet was like a flat mirror, and overhead was blue sky and white clouds, with large birds of prey occasionally flying across the sky at high speed.

"It's not advisable to stay here for long, let's hurry back to Feiyu Sea!"

Ling Changqing muttered to himself and took out the top-grade spiritual weapon flying boat he carried with him.

After determining the direction, he steered the flying boat rapidly away and disappeared at the end of the sky.

In Dragon Soul Valley, Luo Qingxuan and a group of sisters stood at the entrance of the camp, staring at the portal in the distance.

From time to time, monks came out. Some were injured, some looked depressed, and a few looked excited. Most of them had gained some kind of opportunity inside.

Unknowingly, the time for the portal to close was getting closer and closer, and the number of monks coming out of it was becoming increasingly rare.

"...Where is our husband? Why hasn't he come out yet?"

Luo Qingning, who had a pure and innocent face and gorgeous clothes, couldn't help but ask.

The top leaders of the Dragon Clan have decided to have all the sisters come to serve Ling Changqing in order to balance the pressure from the female cultivators from the other nine aristocratic families.

Therefore, Luo Qingning now regards Ling Changqing as her Taoist partner, and it is natural for her to call him husband.

Luo Qingxuan looked solemn: "It's already this time, he should be coming out, right?"

The dragon princesses were all very nervous, and the female cultivators from other families were not much better off. After all, they would also have to serve Ling Changqing in the future.

After a while, the Yu Yalan sisters, Mu Yunxiu, Liuying Mengluan and other girls couldn't help but come over.

The beauties from ten forces gathered together, staring anxiously at the movement of the teleportation light gate in the distance.

“…Only a quarter of an hour left!”

Tang Qingwan suddenly spoke in a low voice.

The women all looked solemn, and even the old guys looked much more serious. The atmosphere on the scene became dull and depressing.

If Ling Changqing really died in the Dragon Soul Valley, that would be a huge misunderstanding.

(End of this chapter)