Longevity starts with dual cultivation

Chapter 287: The wolf-like and tiger-like Taoist companions
Linsha Island.

In Ling Qiyue's boudoir embroidery building, a group of female students who stayed behind were handling affairs.

To this day, Ling Changqing's harem is well-ordered. Each woman has her own area of ​​responsibility. On weekdays, each of them is in charge of a certain area, and their rights and responsibilities are clearly defined.

As a newly promoted and senior Nascent Soul force, the family foundation is gradually becoming stronger, and it is determined to go further. Naturally, rules in all aspects must be established, and it can no longer be as casual and lax as before.

The territory of as many as five sea areas is really not small. In the Yuzhou Continent, the territory of an ordinary Yuanying force is actually smaller than the area of ​​one sea area.

Compared to the land, the resource endowment of the ocean territories is often stronger, so the annual financial income of the Ling family is now no less than that of an ordinary divine power.

"…My husband and his family have been gone for quite some time!"

After a long time, Ling Qiyue raised her head and spoke softly. She was wearing a bright yellow brocade palace dress embroidered with the sun and the moon and a phoenix, and her hair was covered with cloud-like hair and phoenix hairpins. Her face was as beautiful as jade, cold and charming, and her aura was strong and majestic.

Tang Qiuyao, a noble and beautiful woman in a scarlet lotus dress, put down the jade book in her hand, stretched out her plump and charming body, and said:

"Qinghao Continent is too far away from here. It's not easy to travel back and forth. If my husband and his family want to return, I'm afraid they will have to wait another three to five years, right?"

Ling Qiyue rolled her eyes at her in annoyance: "My husband isn't here, who are you showing off to?"

Tang Qiuyao's face turned slightly red, she snorted and said nothing.

Ling Yuzhu raised her head with long black hair, her eyes were full of waves, and she said in a soft and charming voice: "The days without my husband by my side are hard to endure even for a month, let alone three or five years!"

For a cultivator at the Yuanying Zhenjun level, three to five years is really nothing, at most it is equivalent to two to three months for ordinary people.

However, without Ling Changqing's company and dual cultivation, the girls' deep sense of loss and regret was difficult to make up for, especially since the rate of their cultivation improvement slowed significantly, which was particularly distressing.

In other words, after accompanying Ling Changqing, Tang Qiuyao, Ling Yuzhu and other girls have become addicted to it. Moreover, they are all at an age of being as hungry as wolves and tigers, so they naturally do not hide their desire in this regard.

Women who have men actually behave similarly in some aspects, and the monks are no exception.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore!"

Ling Qiyue shook her head and asked, "What's the situation in the surrounding sea areas? Has anything happened?"

During Ling Changqing's absence, the stability of the territory was of utmost priority, so the ladies naturally did not dare to be careless.

Ling Yulu, dressed in a dark palace dress and with a dignified and serious expression, said:
"Everything is fine now. All five seas are calm. There is no movement in the surrounding seas either. It is said that some small and medium-sized forces are planning to send people to surrender."

Ling Qiyue smiled and said, "It's good that there is no movement. We just need to develop steadily now. As for those forces that want to come and join us...it doesn't matter. Let nature take its course!"

The Ling family, which owns five sea territories and has many Yuanying Zhenjun in charge, is now the leading force near the coast of Yuzhou. Basically no one dares to provoke them easily.

Especially last time, the eleven Yuanying forces came together to test the Ling family, but nothing happened in the end. Therefore, anyone with a little bit of common sense understood that the Ling family must have a bigger backer behind them.

It is only natural for those small families and sects, who are like fence-sitters, to come and seek refuge and show their loyalty for the sake of the safety of their own foundations.

Of course, they would not come empty-handed. Every family would bring valuable gifts, such as various local specialties and resources.

During these few months, hundreds of representatives from small and medium-sized forces came to visit, which made the Ling family another fortune.

Ling Qiyue welcomed everyone who came and met with these envoys one by one. Anyway, the Ling family didn't need to pay anything, just appease them with kind words.

At present, the main task of the family's top management is to vigorously train new people, enrich the strength of the middle and lower levels, strengthen the control and management of existing territories, etc. Other things can be put on hold.

"By the way, what's the situation of the son of destiny in Shunzhou's Yuanshi Demon Palace?"

Ling Qiyue asked again.

All the ladies now know very well about the newly emerged son of destiny. The Yuanshi Demon Palace must have ulterior motives by risking triggering a large-scale war and pushing out such a ridiculous guy.

Ling Yulu looked solemn and lowered her voice, saying, "A fight has already broken out in Shunzhou. It is said that in order to protect the son of destiny, some old antiques from the Yuanshi Demon Palace have shown up and killed many high-level cultivators from the Xuanmen sect.

The situation is becoming increasingly tense, and the forces in the surrounding states are all showing a tendency to form alliances. Even some major forces that were originally on the sidelines are eager to try and join forces to take down the Yuanshi Demon Palace."

Regardless of whether the Son of Fortune is real or not, once the parties can no longer hold back and start fighting, and large-scale bloodshed occurs, it will be difficult to resolve the situation peacefully.

No force would be willing to see their disciples sacrifice in vain, and blood debt can only be repaid with blood.

The deaths of many powerful gods and refining void masters gradually aroused the anger of the top leaders of various major forces, so that more and more powerful people rushed to Shunzhou Yuanshi Demon Palace, vowing to seek justice.

The lord of the Yuanshi Demon Palace, the Taoist Qianhuan, was also unwilling to be outdone. He called on his friends everywhere and also brought in a large group of powerful demon cultivators and evil cultivators to help. It seemed that an all-out war, which had not occurred in thousands of years, was imminent on the Qingyao Continent.

The bright and beautiful Ling Bingyun curled her lips slightly and said disapprovingly:
"They're fighting to the death for a piece of shit? Are they taking the wrong medicine?"

"Now, except for us, no one knows that he is a fake."

Tang Qiuyao smiled and said, "No matter what conspiracy those demons have, I just hope that this big melee won't end too soon!"

Previously, it was a melee in the immortal cultivation world of Yuzhou, and now it is a larger-scale melee in Shunzhou. In any case, the attention of the top leaders of the powerful forces on Qingyao Continent has been attracted there.

Once they are in complete chaos, the Ling family can naturally develop with peace of mind, accumulating strength bit by bit in order to make further progress in the future.

Ling Zhiqing, who was pretty and bright with long legs, whispered, "If all parties find out that the son of destiny is a fake, then all our efforts will be in vain. I wonder how this will end?"

"How does it end? It's none of our business anyway!"

Ling Qiyue said disapprovingly.

The women looked at each other and smiled. After such a fierce fight, the major forces must have suffered heavy losses. They would have to recuperate for the next few hundred years, right?

By that time, wouldn't all the sea areas near Yuzhou and the vast coastal territories belong to the Ling family?

……

Qinghao Continent. After counting all the gains, Ling Changqing and the three girls left the secret hall and continued to approach the core area of ​​the dojo.

Although most of the resources stored here are no longer usable due to their age, the remaining ones are still a huge fortune.

"...Sister, how many secret vaults like this are there in the dojo?"

Bai Qingyi frowned and asked, most of those precious resources were probably scrapped.

After all, the time from the distant ancient times to the present is too long, and many kinds of resources cannot survive forever, even with the best sealing and preservation methods.

Meng Feiyu smiled and said, "Not much left. The entire holy land was reduced to ruins in the catastrophe. There are only a few things that can be preserved. Even the few important artifacts of the sect were severely damaged!
I wonder how much they have recovered after absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on their own over the years? I hope I won't be disappointed! "

Ling Changqing felt a little regretful. If there weren't some things that could be used, this trip would have been in vain.

"Don't worry, my husband,"

Meng Feiyu turned her head and said: "This is just a resource prepared for the middle and low-level disciples. I didn't pay much attention to it when I stored it, so...

In the core area of ​​the dojo, everything there is protected by high-level magic arrays, so there won't be any problems."

"That's good!"

Ling Changqing breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps for her at that time, she had already stood at the top of the world. It was not a very important resource and she would not take it seriously at all, right?

After a while, a huge gate shaped like a city wall appeared before his eyes. It was of a thick gold color, and the gate was covered with patterns of stars and auspicious clouds. Amidst the shining spiritual light, an invisible pressure came over him.

Judging by his intuition, Ling Changqing felt that if he attacked by force, even a powerful Void Refining expert would find it difficult to break through this portal, right?
Meng Feiyu stepped forward and observed it for a moment. The memories deep in her sea of ​​consciousness quickly revived, allowing her to quickly recall the mystery of the gilded portal in front of her.

She raised her slender hand and quickly made a dozen seals in the air. As the twenty-eight stars on the gilded portal flickered one after another, a low rumbling sound came from inside the gilded portal and lasted for a long time.

After a few breaths, the ground shook slightly, and the heavy gilded portal opened up and slowly retracted into the walls on both sides, revealing the wide jade road inside.

Ling Changqing looked around and saw that the palaces, halls, pavilions and towers inside were becoming more and more exquisite and magnificent. Every detail was magnificent and ingenious, just like the legendary magnificent scenery of heaven.

Needless to say, the spiritual energy inside is becoming more abundant and purer, not inferior to the sixth-level spiritual vein cave dojo.

"Madam, can we use the flying sword to travel here?"

"No, the various restrictions in the air are too powerful. Once a cultivator takes off, he will suffer a backlash. Even a cultivator in the Void Refining Realm cannot withstand it."

Meng Feiyu explained that if the Hongmeng Holy Temple was not protected by sufficiently powerful restrictions, it would have been emptied tens of thousands of years ago.

Ling Changqing nodded. Since there was plenty of time, it would be fine to walk there. With Meng Feiyu leading the way, their efficiency would be much higher than those of the foreign monks.

However, the Hongmeng Temple is too large. Even if all kinds of accidents are prevented as much as possible, it will not be possible to reach the destination smoothly in a short time.

When they were marching near a palace garden facing a lake, they could faintly hear the sounds of fierce fighting across a tall palace wall covered with vermilion lacquer and gold tiles.

Ling Changqing frowned slightly, Meng Feiyu waved at him and silently used her magic power to open the projection mirror.

On the other side of the palace wall, two groups of monks who had encountered each other unexpectedly were fighting fiercely. There were hundreds of people on each side, most of whom were at the Nascent Soul level, and the leading guys were at the God Transformation level.

Ling Changqing watched for a while and found that the skills and magical powers of these cultivators, as well as the magical instruments and treasures they used were all very unfamiliar. They did not match any of the major forces in the Yuzhou immortal cultivation world, and they must have come from other continents.

The number of people and average cultivation strength of both sides were roughly the same, so the fight was difficult to determine for a while and no one could do anything to the other.

Deafening explosions rang out one after another, and both sides had already started fighting. All kinds of magical weapons, high-powered attack talismans, and magical spells were flying all over the sky.

Since there are shielding magic arrays on the palace walls, ordinary monks have no way of knowing what is happening here, so there is no need to worry about being discovered.

It didn't take long before both sides suffered a lot of casualties and blood was all over the ground.

The most unlucky guys were reduced to pieces under the concentrated fire of the opponent's magical powers and spells. The luckier ones also had their bodies shattered, and their Nascent Soul had to take over another body in time to be reborn.

In a short while, another group of monks poured into the square and joined the battle, and the scene became more chaotic.

"Let's just watch the show. Maybe we can get something for free later!"

Meng Feiyu looked calm. She waved her hand and released a set of tables and chairs made of thousand-year-old agarwood, inviting Ling Changqing and Bai Qingyi to take a seat.

"By the way, the souls and bodies of these dead monks will be left behind, right?"

Su Qinglian blinked her beautiful eyes and asked thoughtfully.

"Is such that,"

Meng Feiyu said calmly, "There is a special array deep underground in the Hongmeng Holy Temple, which can capture the souls of dead monks. The blood and body parts will not be wasted. They can be swallowed and refined by the underground array and become the nourishment for the recovery of the holy land."

"..."

Ling Changqing was horrified. This ancient holy land had been silent for tens of thousands of years. Countless monks had come in to explore, and most of them died here. Could it be that they were all swallowed and refined?
Of course, he is not a naive virgin and does not think there is anything wrong with Meng Feiyu's behavior. He just feels sad.

It can be seen from this that the restoration of the Hongmeng Holy Temple to its original state today is largely due to the contribution of a large number of foreign monks.

The only pity is that the overall environment of Qinghao Continent is no longer suitable for mortals to survive, not even for low-level cultivators. In addition, the distance is too far. Otherwise, Ling Changqing could have considered using this place as his base.

After waiting for another half an hour, the fighting in the square finally came to an end. Only a dozen people from the defeated side escaped in a panic, and the victorious side had more than forty people left, and there was no pursuit.

They stayed in the square to treat their injured companions and loot the belongings left behind by the dead monks. Those who were not injured took medicinal pills and meditated to regulate their breathing.

However, at this moment, with the rumbling sound of heavy footsteps, hundreds of Taoist puppets wearing heavy armor and huge shields and holding battle axes appeared and surrounded the surviving monks from all directions.

(End of this chapter)