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Chapter 468: The Early Stage of Hunyuan Warrior
Ning Daoran and Xiaobai stepped into the Bailong Temple together. A banquet was already being arranged in the temple and it was very lively.

"Ancestor."

A thin old man came closer and said to Lin Lao Mo through voice transmission: "Is this man the master of Bailong Mountain, the Taoist Qiushui who killed Bailong?"

"Exactly."

Lin Lao Mo cast a hushed look and said, "A visitor is a guest. We don't even know where this Qiu Shui Zhenren came from. There is no need to alert the enemy today. Remember this!"

"Yes, ancestor!"

"Hmph~~"

Old Demon Lin frowned and looked at Ning Daoran's back.

In fact, it can be seen at first glance that this person is Qiu Shui Zhenren who practices wood-attributed martial arts... Old Demon Lin really didn't take him seriously. Although he is also in the late Jindan stage, wood-attributed martial arts are ultimately health-preserving martial arts, and are destined to be not good at attacking. This person may be a master who has methods to maintain his youthful appearance and prolong his life, but he is destined to not be strong in fighting.

What really made Old Demon Lin fearful was the maid who followed him. She actually had the cultivation base of the late Jindan realm and was the transformed form of a spirit beast.

As everyone knows, the combat power of a demon beast in the late Jindan stage is extremely terrifying, and can be called a "quasi-Nascent Soul". It is much stronger than the average human in the late Jindan stage. She is the real enemy of the Blood Soul Sect!
……

Soon after, a roar was heard in the sky above the white dragon, and then a warrior appeared in the air.

He was a middle-aged man with his arms folded, his body surging with a strong martial spirit. He was wearing a gray short shirt, but he looked intimidating without being angry, and he carried a kind of rebellious aura that was unique to people in the court.

"Mr. Chen Wuxian has come to visit us. We, the Blood Soul Sect, are sorry for not welcoming you in person!"

Old Demon Lin soared into the air and greeted him with a fist.

That middle-aged man was actually the martial immortal who guarded the Wuzhou provincial capital!

Ning Daoran frowned. He had heard a little about this person.

Chen Sanli, a martial artist in the late Baodan realm, is said to be only one step away from the fourth-level Hunyuan Martial Immortal. His combat power is extremely strong, and he even had a glorious record of fighting with a cultivator in the early Yuanying stage without being defeated for dozens of moves.

It is also because of this that the provincial capital guarded by Chen Sanli is extremely stable, with no one causing chaos. As long as this imperial martial immortal appears, both the righteous and the evil will give him some face.

"Friend Lin, you are too polite. Am I not too late?"

"Of course not, please!"

Old Demon Lin welcomed Chen Sanli into the hall, and a group of Blood Soul Sect elders bowed to him in a very solemn manner.

After Chen Sanli stepped into the main hall, his eyes swept over everyone and finally landed on Ning Daoran. He then spoke to Lin Lao Mo and asked him a few questions.

"So this is fellow Daoist Qiu Shui who killed the White Dragon Demon King who had been plaguing the Bailong River for many years..."

Chen Sanli clasped his fists cheerfully and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist, you killed the white dragon and occupied the fourth-level spiritual vein of Bailong Mountain. It seems that you are seeking a foundation for yourself, but in fact, you have also eliminated a powerful demon dragon for Wuzhou. I am a Wuzhou martial immortal, and I will definitely toast to you a few more cups later!"

"You are too polite, Chen Wuxian. I just did it for the sake of convenience."

Ning Daoran smiled happily.

Soon after, the banquet began and everyone had a great time chatting.

Chen Sanli really did what he said and even gave Ning Daoran three cups of wine. With Lin Lao Mo and other demon monks adding fuel to the fire, everyone was drunk soon.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Chen Sanli narrowed his eyes and said, "Although Fellow Daoist Qiushui is a cultivator, I see that there is a strong blood energy surging in your body. Is Fellow Daoist cultivating both the Dharma and the body? Is he a martial artist in the late Jindan stage and also a Baodan stage martial artist?"

"That's right, Chen Wuxian's vision is so sharp that it's admirable."

"Sure?"

Chen Sanli was in the mood: "Would you be willing to do me a favor and fight a few punches with me? We can stop here, what do you think?"

"can."

Ning Daoran was not intimidated at all, he slowly stood up and said with a smile: "Chen Wuxian, please."

The reason why he did this was actually to intimidate the Blood Soul Sect and make these villains behave themselves.

His ultimate goal of occupying Bailong Mountain was to refine a river of essence. He would leave after reforging the Qiu Shui Sword. He was too lazy to make enemies here. After all, the world of martial arts was not just about fighting and killing.

……

In the forest next to the Bailong Temple.

Ning Daoran and Chen Sanli stood opposite each other, and a group of Blood Soul Sect monks watched the battle several hundred feet away.

"please!"

Chen Sanli cupped his fists and smiled: "As an old man in the late Baodan realm, I cannot rely on my realm to bully others. Fellow Daoist Qiushui, please go first!"

Ning Daoran smiled.

His body moved, the dragon demon power surged in his body, and he punched out instantly!

The punch came too fast, and Chen Sanli had no time to look at it carefully. He quickly gathered all his energy and punched back fiercely.

"Bang~~~"

Amidst a loud bang, a milky white air wave spread out with the two of them as the center. Immediately, under the pressure of the warriors' aura, the trees below were constantly turned into powder, and stalagmites broke one after another. The collision scene between the two Dan realm masters was extremely horrifying!

"Late stage of Baodan?"

Chen Sanli was shocked and said with a smile: "Very good, then I won't be polite!"

"Chen Wuxian, please."

"Come!"

Chen Sanli threw a punch.

Ning Daoran smiled indifferently. He only used the Dragon Demon Power, but would never use the power of the Dragon Demon Body, otherwise it would be considered bullying Chen Sanli.

As a result, after the two exchanged ten punches in the air, Chen Sanli's forehead was already sweating and his blood was boiling. Ning Daoran still looked calm and relaxed. He breathed faster, which was much more advantageous than Chen Sanli.

"Chen Wuxian, how about we stop here and stop fighting?"

Ning Daoran said, "If we continue to fight, one of us will definitely get hurt, and this will hurt the relationship. What do you think, Chen Wuxian?"

"it is good!"

Chen Sanli's face flushed, and he smiled and said, "It feels really good to stretch my hands and feet. Thank you, Taoist Qiushui, for your advice!"

"polite!"

The two returned to the Bailong Temple again, toasted each other, and became close friends.

Old Demon Lin on the side seemed a little embarrassed. He had obviously organized this dinner in order to make friends with Chen Sanli, but he never thought that it would help Ning Daoran.

The banquet ended in the afternoon.

On the Bailong River, Ning Daoran and Chen Sanli walked side by side on the water.

"Fellow Daoist Ning..."

Chen Sanli frowned and said, "It's really a waste of your talent for you to stay here and be a mountain master with your skills. Otherwise... Daoyou, please come with me to the Martial Temple. I am willing to recommend you to go to Qinzhou and serve as the Qinzhou Martial Immortal to control the martial arts of Qinzhou. How do you think?"

"never mind."

Ning Daoran shook his head: "I have no interest in fame and fortune. Thank you Chen Wuxian for your kindness. However, if I really can't make it in the future, I will definitely go to Wuzhou City to seek refuge with Chen Wuxian. I hope Wuxian will take me in."

"Hahaha, you are too modest~~"

Not long after, Chen Sanli left.

Ning Daoran also returned to Bailong Mountain.

……

In the evening.

A figure appeared at the river bank under Bailong Mountain. It was Lin Lao Mo.

Ning Daoran came gracefully.

"Fellow Daoist Lin."

"Fellow Daoist Ning!"

Lin Lao Mo put his hands behind his back, turned around and looked at the endlessly flowing river, and said with a smile: "Today, I want to meet with you for only one thing. I hope you can consider it carefully."

"it is good."

Ning Daoran said, "I also hope that you can come straight to the point and not beat around the bush."

"So good!"

Lin Lao Mo said in a deep voice: "As you can see, the White Dragon River was originally occupied by human cultivators, but it was occupied by the vicious white dragon for many years. Now you have killed the white dragon and eliminated a great harm for our Eastern Wasteland Immortal Cultivation World. At this time, you have occupied the White Dragon Mountain, and I, the Blood Soul Sect, have occupied the White Dragon Temple..."

He narrowed his eyes and smiled, "You and I are neighbors, but there are only so many opportunities in the Bailong River area. Sooner or later, our two families will have conflicts, and it would be bad to fight each other. So according to my opinion, Bailong Mountain and Blood Soul Gate can be combined into one. I have already thought of a name, it's Bailong Gate!"

"Oh?"

Ning Daoran was slightly stunned: "White Dragon Sect... Then according to what Daoyou said, who will be the head of the White Dragon Sect after the merger?"

"That's a matter for consideration."

Lin Lao Mo said: "Since the Blood Soul Sect and White Dragon Mountain have already merged, it is natural for the two sides to discuss together. After the merger, all the sect members will vote together to elect the leader. The Golden Core Stage will count as ten votes, the Foundation Establishment Stage will count as three votes, and the Qi Refining Stage will count as one vote. This is fair and just, and it is the result of the people's will. What do you think, fellow Taoist?"

"Nima..."

Ning Daoran secretly complained in his heart, "You are so good, old demon Lin. If I let you run this country for a few hundred years, I'm afraid that this country will enter the era of free elections, right? Good fellow, you are also a reformer, right?"
However, what Mr. Lin really wanted was of course the advantage in numbers!
His Blood Soul Sect has a large number of people, including many in the Jindan and Foundation Establishment stages. If they were to vote, they would definitely vote for Old Demon Lin to be the leader.

As for Bailongshan, with just these few people, it will be nothing after the vote.

By then, if Old Demon Lin is happy, he will give Ning Daoran a nominal position as deputy head, and maybe even call him Junior Brother Ning, forcing him to stay and work illegally for the Blood Soul Sect willingly.

This kind of human calculation is scary to think about.

"This matter cannot be rushed."

Ning Daoran raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Friend Lin's proposal is indeed brilliant, but I have many unspeakable difficulties, so I need some time to consider it carefully."

"That's fine too."

Lin Lao Mo took a deep breath and said, "In that case, I will take my leave now."

"Send it off, fellow Taoist!"

Ning Daoran looked up and watched Lin Lao Mo leave.

As expected, Xu Si of Bailong Mountain was killed by the Blood Soul Sect, but the other party denied it and Bailong Mountain could do nothing about it. At this time, Ning Daoran had no intention of having a big fight with the Blood Soul Sect. Making too much noise might affect his plan to refine a river of essence, which would be counterproductive.

……

late at night.

On the Bailong River, a small canoe was floating down the river. On the canoe lay a lazy young monk, it was Ning Daoran. He closed his eyes, quietly feeling the rhythm of the water and the flow of vital energy in the river.

Not long after, a breeze blew and Ning Daoran opened his eyes instantly.

In front of us, the moonlight was reflected in the river water. Just above the moon shadow, a pair of slender and round snow-white legs stepped on the water. An iron spear hung low, and the tip of the spear cut through the water, with flowing light swaying.

'Gan! '

Ning Daoran secretly groaned in his heart, such a strong aura, a martial artist in the early stage of Hunyuan? !
(End of this chapter)