Longevity: Start by refreshing your entries through farming.

Chapter 637: Thousand Changes
In the sky.

"How about it? If Fellow Daoist Li agrees, Deputy Alliance Leader Zuo asked me to tell you that I can also give you a top-level fifth-level spiritual plant inheritance, and all the permissions of the Sanmeng Library can be opened to you."

“In the world of immortal cultivation, there are very few cultivators who are proficient in the way of spiritual plants, and cultivators above the fifth level are extremely scarce. Outstanding cultivators like Fellow Daoist Li will definitely be given priority in obtaining a large amount of resource supply. Maybe they will have the opportunity to impact the late Nascent Soul stage with spiritual objects, or even the opportunity to become a god.”

Master Jiuxuan persuaded him patiently and earnestly.

However, after he talked for a long time, Qin Ming's face remained calm and his heart remained calm, as if he was not interested in any of this.
"Spirit Source Talisman Seed?"

At this moment, the old demon Qingyang in the Blood Pagoda said something in secret with a little surprise.

Qin Ming immediately asked, "Old Ghost, do you recognize this talisman?"

"I seem to have some impression of it, but this thing seems a bit overbearing. In the spirit world, only the sects that are proficient in the way of talismans have the ability to make this thing. Once the talisman seed is planted, it can unconsciously consume the spiritual power of the talisman master, thereby increasing the success rate of talisman making."

"Even with the use of special stimulating secret methods, at a certain price, the power of the original talisman can be increased several times."

"Of course, there are definitely disadvantages to doing this. Once a cultivator plants the Spiritual Source Talisman Seed, the loss of the cultivator's own essence is irreversible. The old man in front of you seems to be kept in the dark and unaware of it."

"I'm afraid that the so-called fifth-level talisman inheritance is most likely a secret technique used to stimulate talisman seeds. This person is close to death and doesn't know it. Qin, use your Yin-Yang Mysterious Mirror magical power to see through it."

The old demon Qingyang analyzed calmly.

Heard that said.

A ray of green light flashed across the depths of Qin Ming's pupils and swept into Master Jiuxuan's body.

The next moment, just as the old demon Qingyang said, the lush vitality in the other party's body seemed to be still quite strong, and he still had a lifespan of about 500 years.

But these lush green vitality were disappearing at an imperceptible speed, being constantly absorbed by a blood-colored talisman on his purple palace spirit platform.

Although the Master Jiuxuan in front of him looked like an ordinary person, his inner self was hollowed out, like a zombie controlled by someone.
Qin Ming looked at his neighbor of many years, who was still looking very proud of himself, and couldn't help but sigh.

No wonder this old guy is so stingy on weekdays.

In recent years, however, they have suddenly started spending like nouveau riche, and it turns out there is a hidden story behind this.

Previously, he asked Qin Ming to grow those ghost-faced silver hemp, and the talismans made from them were probably not good things.

However, Qin Ming had already seen Master Jiuxuan's current state and there was no turning back, nor did he have the heart to tell him the truth.

"Thank you for your kindness, Fellow Daoist Jiuxuan. I have already made up my mind about this matter and will not join the Sanmeng camp." Qin Ming rejected him bluntly.

Sometimes, directly refusing can also let others know your bottom line.

Even though Qin Ming's cultivation strength has greatly improved and he has enough ability to protect himself, he is unwilling to get involved in these disputes.

If you can avoid being involved in these causes and effects, try your best to avoid getting into trouble.

"Uh, this." Master Jiuxuan had good intentions, but he didn't expect Fellow Daoist Li to be so resolute. He could only sigh and say, "Alas! That's a pity. I hope Fellow Daoist Li won't tell anyone else about our conversation today, including Yao Chenzi and the others."

"Of course. Li has a good reputation for what he does." Qin Ming nodded.

The two said goodbye to each other without saying anything more, and Qin Ming also fled towards his cave in Obsidian Peak.

Master Jiuxuan looked at the direction where Qin Ming left, sighed and shook his head: "It's a pity for Brother Li, I wanted to save your life."

Then, his figure turned into a white rainbow and disappeared.

……

After returning to the cave.

Qin Ming was not at all interested in the disputes among the forces outside Qianji City.

For him, the worst that could happen is that he would just move to another place and continue farming.

"But if this continues, it won't be a good thing. It seems that we need to show a little bit of strength to deter those villains."

"Otherwise, coming here every few days to disturb my peace is not the right thing to do after all."

Qin Ming pondered secretly.

A few months later.

Above the cave on Obsidian Peak, a huge cloud of spiritual energy suddenly resounded, forming a resonance between heaven and earth.

This was Qin Ming deliberately creating the illusion of breaking through to the late Nascent Soul stage.

There are very few great cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage in Qianji City. Even if you look at the Qianji Poison Swamp, there is no cultivator who can pose a threat except the Divine Transformation Venerable.

For the cultivators in the middle and early stages of the Nascent Soul, it is even more overwhelming in terms of strength.
In this way, Qin Ming felt that this was enough, as it would not attract the attention of the upper-level sects and could also deter others.

Moreover, after all, he came here illegally, and he will definitely go to the human city to practice in the future. By then, his experience of making a fortune in the Thousand Machine Poison Swamp will be regarded as a reasonable reason for his growth.

Inside the caves of several nearby peaks.

Yao Chenzi, Shi Susu, Luo Jinghong and others who were practicing were all startled by the resonance of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

"This huge spiritual pressure aura means that someone in the city has broken through to the late Nascent Soul stage."

"It seems to be Daoyou Li's Black Obsidian Peak."

"Could it be that the fifth-level spiritual rice has matured? Then it's no wonder that he broke through to the late Nascent Soul stage."

"It is really enviable to have such a supply of resources! If I had known, I would not have learned the formation and would have focused on cultivating spiritual plants."

"From now on, Brother Li Dao can be said to have a bright future ahead of him."

Master Jiuxuan was also alarmed by the weather and looked at the scene in the sky with a complicated expression.

Soon after.

The news that someone in Qianji City had once again been promoted to a fifth-rank spiritual plant master and that his cultivation had broken through to the late Nascent Soul stage spread throughout the city, causing quite a stir.

In addition, because Qin Ming was a casual cultivator, his name gradually spread among the cultivators who came to the Thousand Machine Poison Swamp to pan for gold.

However, after they learned that Senior Li who had made a breakthrough on Obsidian Peak was a true cultivator of the magic path, many of the smart people kept their distance from him.
The demonic monks are all moody, and if one is not careful enough, using them as fertilizer for the spiritual field, that would be bad.

Subsequently.

Qin Ming held a small celebration at Obsidian Peak, inviting only his cheap neighbors.
Yao Chenzi and the others also congratulated him, and they were vaguely more polite and respectful towards him.

After all, in the world of immortal cultivation, power is respected and the strong prey on the weak. Even a person in the late Nascent Soul stage is already a powerful being.

After Qin Ming showed some of his strength, the cultivators who came to the Obsidian Peak to covet his territory suddenly disappeared without a trace and became much quieter.

In this way, he returned to his quiet days of farming.

By the way, look for a method to refine the Thunder Magnetic Mountain.

……

Time flies.

Thirty years have passed.

Qin Ming lived in seclusion in Qianji City, worked hard on farming, and practiced the remaining five elements skills.

Over the years, no cultivator in the Chihuang Wasteland has dug out anything good since the Netherworld Cult last unearthed the sixth-rank Netherworld Crystal Stone.

Instead, it provoked a counterattack from the powerful demons entrenched in the depths of the Chihuang Wasteland, including some fifth-level demon lords.

The last few groups of monks who went to pan for gold suffered heavy casualties.

Therefore, both the Netherworld Sect and the Huangquan Sect understood each other tacitly and gathered their disciples to retreat out of the Chihuang Wasteland.

As a large number of monks retreated from the front line, countless monks from all walks of life suddenly poured into Qianji City.

There are all kinds of forces, big and small, as well as independent cultivators, and it is difficult to distinguish the good from the bad.

This immortal cultivation city standing in the Thousand Machine Poison Swamp has become more prosperous and lively than ever before.

On the Obsidian Peak, Qin Ming calmly walked out of the cave and looked at the fairy city at the foot of the mountain.

Baili Hui stood behind him with great respect. He was lucky enough to have managed to save his life in the Chihuang Wasteland.

After returning to Qianji City, he continued to run errands for Qin Ming and vowed never to go out and try to get opportunities again.

He had finally managed to return to the Golden Core Stage, but his hundred years of hard work almost went to waste again.

"Nowadays, this fairy city seems to be extremely bustling and prosperous, but in fact, there are undercurrents surging," Qin Ming said slowly.

Baili Hui was once a high-level cultivator, so he naturally had a good eye. He adjusted the melon-shaped hat on his head and said, "Senior Li is right. With such a large number of cultivators pouring in, something bad is bound to happen sooner or later!"

"The Netherworld Cult is simply unable to manage it. Fortunately, the Sanmeng Organization has absorbed a large number of cultivators, otherwise Qianji City would not be able to accommodate them."

Qin Ming nodded slightly when he heard this, but this was not what he was worried about.

Previously, when the Sky-Devouring Rat and the Blue Ice Fairy went to the Chihuang Wasteland, they overheard the conversation of the Netherworld Sect's Master Mingu.

The Netherworld Cult has great ambitions and doesn't even look down upon the mere Thousand Machine Poison Swamp.

They would not even take the scattered alliances and independent cultivators seriously. The only sect that could make them worried was the overlord-level Huangquan Sect.

'I don't know. It has been decades. Has the Netherworld Ancestor's secret plan to create the treasure that can protect against calamities been successful?'

"If this person really succeeds, it will probably give Huangquan Sect a big surprise."

'By then, not only the Thousand Machine Poison Swamp, but even the entire Mogu Wasteland will be reshuffled.'

Qin Ming said to Baili Hui: "You continue to inquire and pay more attention to those strange cultivators who enter Qianji City."

"Yes!" After Baili Hui agreed, he said goodbye and went to do his work.

……

A few months later.

This day.

Qin Ming had just come out of the shantytown in Xiancheng and went to Baili Hui to explain some things.

The main purpose was to ask him to help him keep an eye on several spiritual objects in heaven and earth, which he could use in making pills and farming.

But the next moment.

Suddenly!

Just as he was about to return from the intricate alleys.

Qin Ming's brows were furrowed, and he suddenly sensed, as if he were in the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, that thousands of miles away, there were tens of thousands of cultivators, concealed by the dark fog, quietly rushing towards Qianji City.

boom! boom! boom!
Before anyone arrived, hundreds of patrol warships suddenly appeared in the air, and all the dark psychic cannons were opened. Dazzling beams of light, emitting a destructive aura, crossed the void in a blink of an eye and fell towards Qianji City.

hum! !

Qianji City's fifth-grade superior defense formation came under attack, and the stress response was activated at full power. Countless balls of light exploded above the purple light curtain of the formation, causing the runes inside to tremble continuously.

Fortunately, the Netherworld Cult's formation was extremely strong and easily withstood several rounds of attacks from the psychic cannons.

Qin Ming also saw clearly at this time that the logos on the hulls were clearly the warships of the Wuyin Sanmeng and several other surrounding Shenhua forces.

On the leading patrol warship, a middle-aged man in a golden robe gathered all his magic power and shouted in the direction of Qianji City:

"The Netherworld Cult is unrighteous. They used the name of opening up wasteland to exploit the monks with the Poison Purifying Pill, causing countless casual cultivators to die in vain in the Red Huang Wasteland."

"And there are many other evil deeds that are too numerous to count."

"The Supreme Sect has issued an order! The Netherworld Sect must be eradicated! Today, I, the Wuyin Sanmeng, and all my fellow Taoists, have come to enforce justice on behalf of Heaven!"

Qin Ming had never seen this middle-aged man in the golden robe, but judging from his cultivation level of the Spirit Transformation Stage, he must be the leader of the alliance, Yang Xiao.

With an order given, an overwhelming army of monks rushed towards Qianji City.

This sudden change also surprised many monks in the city and caught them off guard.

"What happened?!"

"The fifth-order formation of Qianji Immortal City has been fully activated again after a thousand years."

"Has the Wuyin Sanmeng gone crazy? How dare they go against the Netherworld Sect? This is the territory of the Huashen Sect!"

"I just heard from the leader of the scattered alliance, Yang, that it was an order from the upper sect. Could the upper sect be the Huangquan Sect?"

"hiss!"

"From today on, I'm afraid the situation in the Thousand Machine Poison Swamp will change."

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Swish!
Inside Qianji City.

A black figure flew into the sky above the fairy city, revealing a bald old man in the early stage of transformation.

Qin Ming recognized this man as the third supreme elder among the three gods of the Netherworld Sect, besides the Netherworld Patriarch and the Nether Bone Venerable.

Although this person has rarely appeared in public, Qin Ming's spiritual power is powerful and he has discovered his existence long ago. He has been stationed in Qianji City for a long time.

This person's appearance is to prevent accidents like today's incident from happening.

"Humph! You want to touch my Netherworld Sect, but you don't even consider your own weight!"

Then the bald old man waved his hand and began to control Qianji City's fifth-grade superior formation. Balls of purple flames suddenly formed above the formation, emitting terrifying fluctuations and raining down terrifying sky fire on the monks outside the city.

Its power can be described as destroying the heavens and the earth, burning the sky and boiling the sea.

In an instant, the originally aggressive army of monks outside was burned by the purple flames and cried for their parents.
But these people had no intention of retreating. Instead, they sped up their speed and attacked.

They have a spirit of being ready to die. It seems that these independent cultivators have really been fed up with the Netherworld Sect for a long time.

They are all fearless and brave!
“It’s finally started.”

Qin Ming remained silent, not wanting to get involved in these fights, and was about to return to Obsidian Peak to pack up his things and run away.

The next moment.

His mind moved, and he restrained his breath and hid himself.

Qin Ming just hid his figure.

Suddenly, he saw several familiar monks sneaking into a small courtyard near the light curtain of the formation in the shantytown.

The leading monk was the left deputy leader of the Sanmeng Alliance.

Beside him, there followed a monk wearing a black hat and long robe. His entire body was covered in a black robe, which seemed to be an extremely powerful concealment robe.

Although he couldn't see his face clearly, Qin Ming felt that he looked familiar.

He immediately slightly increased the power of his spiritual thoughts, instantly penetrated the robe, and saw the face clearly, revealing the face of a strange young man.

"It's Xuan Jiuyin from Huangquan Sect. Why is he here?"

Then Qin Ming saw the figure of Master Jiuxuan among those people.

They all looked serious.

Deputy Alliance Leader Zuo took out a dark talisman and said to those people:
"Let's get started right away. Once we're done, I won't treat you unfairly."

The moment the black talisman appeared, Qin Ming's heart trembled. He sensed the aura of a fifth-level talisman from the black talisman.
When the old demon Qingyang saw this talisman in the Blood Pagoda, he suddenly couldn't help but shout: "I remember now. I was wondering why the aura was so familiar. It turns out that the old man Jiuxuan asked you to plant the Ghost Face Silver Hemp in order to refine this fifth-level 'Breaking Forbidden Talisman' in front of you!!"

(End of this chapter)