The ancestor is incompetent!

Chapter 101 Chaos on All Sides
Under a shady locust tree, Wang Qianlei sat cross-legged on the ground, supporting his chin with his small hands, and muttered to himself: "Where can I find the essence of the fire spirit?

Ya'er, what do you think the mythical bird Phoenix looks like? "

"Gah~"

Shen Ming on the locust tree opened his eyes, looked at him lazily, and ignored him. The master told him to take good care of the child, so he had no choice but to do it. But the child was a bit noisy, talking to himself all day long, even noisier than he was.

Chen Ming's little head was much clearer than it had been decades ago. Not long ago, with the help of the second-generation master's breakthrough into the Heaven and Earth Qi Realm, it had just broken through the demon realm and condensed a demon pill.

The next step is to refine the horizontal bone and breathe in the demonic power. It doesn't know what the road ahead will be like. After all, none of its ancestors have succeeded and become demon generals.

"Hey, Crow, you said you also fly in the sky and are a bird. How about I visualize you like you?" Wang Qianlei raised his head and looked at the crow on the tree, thought for a while and spoke.

This time, Chen Ming ignored him and just buried his head and fell asleep.

Seeing that no one paid any attention to him, Wang Qianlei silently practiced the skills he had deduced several times in his mind. He visualized the dark crow in his mind. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him swarmed in and flowed towards his body at a speed visible to the naked eye. It circulated in his limbs and bones and turned into the black crow he was visualizing in his mind.

A black crow in his heart became more and more real, and gradually a raging fire burned on its feathers. The sunlight in the sky also gathered on the locust tree, and the temperature gradually rose.

Chen Ming opened his eyes due to the heat and was shocked to see that the locust tree where he was sitting was on fire, and the flames gradually surrounded Wang Qianlei.

Above its head, a black crow shadow appeared in the air, devouring the surrounding flames with great spirituality.

In the distance, a black light flashed.

Li Yuan noticed the change in spiritual energy and rushed over immediately. When he saw the black crow phantom above Wang Qianlei's head, he couldn't help but ask, "He actually practiced Qi on his own initiative! But he actually visualized a black crow, is this possible?"

After waiting for only half an incense stick of time, the black crow phantom above his head seemed to have absorbed enough flames, and then it sank and fell on top of Wang Qianlei's head. After a few breaths, he opened his eyes and smiled when he saw the master in front of him: "Master, I have refined my Qi!"

"Nonsense, the black crow is a symbol of the dead spirit. Since you practice fire magic, how can you visualize such a restraining image?" Li Yuan said coldly: "Didn't I tell you to wait for me to personally guide you to refine the qi?"

"Master, I just wanted to practice it in advance, but I didn't expect that I could succeed in one practice!" Wang Qianlei defended.

Seeing him like this, Li Yuan could only shake his head helplessly, grab his pulse and check the spirit in his body.

This discovery surprised him, because the boy's internal meridians were peaceful, and the magic power he initially converted was much stronger than that of ordinary people with spiritual veins who had reached perfection in the initial stage of Qi training.

"As expected, you are a top-grade spiritual root favored by heaven and earth!"

Li Yuan said secretly in his heart.

"Since you have already drawn in the Qi, that's fine. Practicing this evil skill won't be too bad. Follow me into the quiet room and I will teach you everything."

"Yes! Master!" Wang Qianlei nodded happily and followed Li Yuan.

Only Chen Ming was left standing nearby, watching his nest reduced to ashes. He cackled a few times in dissatisfaction and then flew back to Guchun Courtyard on his own.

Nowadays, Shenming is a famous spirit beast in the mountain. Ordinary disciples have to pay respects to him when they see him. There are many places to go in the mountain. But when it comes to comfort, it is naturally the Guchunyuan where the old master used to live that makes it feel most at ease.

……

At the southwestern border of the Baiwu Mountains, monks had already formed a battle array and were confronting each other.

These monks were obviously divided into two factions, fighting between the North and the South.

The cultivators of the Xiang family gathered in a mighty force. In their eyes, the spiritual land of the northern cultivators' mountain gate would soon be theirs.

The older generation of cultivators even made up their minds that they would fight for a place to survive in the northern sacred mountains for their descendants, even at the risk of their lives.

The cultivators from the three families in the north were trembling with fear. They were the descendants of the Yunyi Sect, the Hongxi You Family, and the Ruiyang Ge Family. Although the combined strength of the three families was not weak, they were still not enough to face the Xiang Family.

The two groups of true cultivators were confronting each other. Eleven people were standing on the sky curtain of the three northern families, representing the eleven true cultivators.

Among them, six were from the Yun Yi family, two were from the You family, and three were from the Ge family.

The Yunyi Sect was originally ranked as a superior sect, but unfortunately over a hundred years ago, the news of a top cultivator in the sect passing away accidentally leaked out, and the sect was then jointly suppressed by the Bailing Sect and the Baihua Sect.

Fortunately, the Yunyi Sect united the two clans, and its strength was almost the same as that of the two superior sects in terms of the number of true practitioners. In addition, the two clans were not completely of the same mind, so they were able to maintain stability for more than a hundred years.

But now everything has been destroyed with the arrival of the Xiang family.

The head of Yunyi Sect, Taoist Qingyi, looked at the Xiang family cultivator with a serious look and said, "I heard that Xiang Daizong fought against the great cultivator Yinyou of Qixing Mountain and did not lose. I am afraid we can't resist."

Ge Hong said in a hateful voice: "I don't believe that Bailing Sect and Baihua Sect can sit still! At worst, we can abandon this place and let them fight the Xiang family to the death!"

"Mrs. Fang from Baihua Sect has agreed to help us keep an eye on Xiang Daizong, but the rest is up to us." You Zhengjun said with a sad face, "But we can see what she is planning. She wants our three families and the Xiang family to suffer losses, so that Erling Sect can reap the benefits!"

Taoist Qingyi looked uncertain and asked, "Is Guiyin willing to help?"

"Of course I have asked." Ge Hong shook his head and said, "We still can't rely on that strange snake."

"Are we just going to sit there and wait for death?" You Zhengjun looked at the cultivators opposite him with hatred, "I think we should move away early to preserve our strength."

"Under the current circumstances, we can only have a way to maneuver if a third-party superior sect comes. Otherwise, if we don't leave, we will be exhausted to death here." Taoist Qingyi sighed.

"But if we leave this place, without the support of the Baiwu Mountain spiritual land, we will be even more miserable in the future." Ge Hong hesitated.

You Zhengjun's eyes revealed reluctance, "Spiritual land is good, but we must have the strength to defend it.

The current situation is all caused by the selfishness of that Fang Sanpo and the strange snake, we..."

"Don't say anything, Grandma Fang San is probably coming soon." Taoist Qingyi reminded.

All three of them shut up immediately. However, when You Zhengjun saw that there were suddenly several more cultivators on the opposite side, he said in a cold voice, "Who are those three..."

"They are the three true cultivators of the Qi Ling Sect. I heard that among the five families in Guangyuan, the leader of the Qi Ling Sect, Chen Guan, is the most calculating. He harmed the other four families, but his own family was able to survive." Ge Hong said coldly.

On the other side, Qian Shiyan stood on Chen Guan's left, and Li Yuan on his right. He smiled and said to Chang Qing, "Senior Xiang, except for the need for a true cultivator to guard the sect, all the fighting forces in our sect have arrived."

"Well, Fellow Daoist Chen is indeed trustworthy." Xiang Changqing glanced at his left side and asked with a smile, "I guess this person is the branch of the Qian family, right?
How is the noble elder Qian doing these days?" Qian Shiyan was not reserved either, but said casually: "Don't worry about it, the ancestor of the family is still the same as before."

"Haha, the Qian family is indeed full of talented people. Fellow Daoist is only this old, but he has already reached the third level. It's rare." Xiang Changqing did not get angry, but only checked the other party's cultivation which was not yet stable.

Qian Shiyan only replied: "Senior, thank you for your compliment."

She used the spiritual object she had exchanged from Wang Xuanyi that year to communicate with her soul, and only then was she able to barely enter the third level.

Li Yuan just stood coldly beside the few people, without saying a word. He had a gloomy aura and no one was willing to come over and talk to him.

Chen Guan smiled and changed the subject, "I heard that the north, south, east and west have not been peaceful in the past two years. Senior, you are very powerful, do you know any inside information?"

Seeing his flattering look, Xiang Changqing said, "I heard that Shangyang Palace and Xueyin Valley in the east are not getting along well and have already fought a few times.

The demon generals in the Yunlan Mountain in the north were also unruly. They frequently went out of the mountain to kill low-level cultivators, causing dissatisfaction among several mountain gates.

In the west, my ancestor is still confronting the old dragon. I am afraid that the result will come out in three to five years.

As long as Qi Lingmen follows the steps of our Xiang family, we will naturally benefit a lot. One day in the future, going east or north will not be a problem. "

Chen Guan's heart trembled, but he smiled and said, "Yes! Thank you for your guidance, senior!"

At this time, a pink light appeared in the sky above the enemy camp, and the object suspended above everyone's head turned out to be a giant skull. On the skull sat an old woman in old red linen clothes, holding a needle, as if she was weaving some clothes.

As soon as Qi Fang appeared, he said coldly: "Xiang Daizong, the five families of Baiwu Mountain have always been of the same blood. If you want the territory of Baiwu Mountain, you must ask this old woman first."

Xiang Daizong was surrounded by purple light, and he gave in and said, "It's natural. I'm just afraid that Grandma Fang San will be unhappy and want to peel off my skin to make clothes."

"Hmph, stop playing dumb." Grandma Fang San said coldly, "I'm old now. Since Yin You can't do anything to you, I'd better save some of my energy. You and I will just sit back and watch the younger generations below win and lose, and decide their own life and death."

Xiang Daizong was still injured, so he was willing to hear this. He also said, "In this case, I am willing to give this face to Grandma Fang San."

So the two great cultivators stopped in the sky and confronted each other coldly, and then passed down orders layer by layer. In just a few breaths, the armies of cultivators started moving.

Many True Cultivators carefully choose their opponents and always leave a way out for themselves. This kind of melee between True Cultivators with a similar number of people is not too dangerous. Moreover, all the True Cultivators are old shrewd people who have lived for hundreds of years, so naturally they all have one or two tricks up their sleeves to save their lives.

As long as there is no intervention from the higher-level true practitioners, the true practitioners will rarely encounter desperate situations.

Therefore, even if it was just a high-level true cultivator, if Granny Fang San had not come, the true cultivators of Yun Yimen and others would definitely abandon their homes and leave without hesitation.

The various spiritual powers on the battlefield were as powerful as a vast ocean of colorful tides, and the curses and scoldings of the true practitioners could be heard from time to time.

Under the sky was the battlefield of the Qi-refining monks. The armies of both sides, totaling more than 6,000 people, were fighting fiercely on this flat battlefield of hundreds of miles.

Unlike the true practitioners, the battlefield for the low-level Qi-refining practitioners is the most brutal.

Even a single negligence could result in a surprise attack and death for them, or perhaps by killing one person and obtaining his storage bag, they could obtain a large amount of wealth, and their future path of cultivation would be much smoother.

Blood and flesh were intertwined, and wailing continued on the battlefield.

Li Yuan hid himself in the melee among the true cultivators. His magical power was to subdue all ghosts and he was naturally good at hiding. Now in the melee, naturally most of the people's attention was on their opponents, making it even more difficult to notice him.

Li Yuan's eyes swept across each of the true cultivators. He did not rush to take action, but kept observing everyone, like a vicious poisonous snake looking for the opportunity to kill them with one blow!
Of course, the true essence of a true cultivator cannot be consumed in a short period of time, but he has enough patience and is prepared to select the best body from among the true cultivators to use in refining the corpse puppet.

……

Outside Bailing Gate, a beam of light descended and transmitted the magic talisman.

Not long after, Qi Yuan from Bailing Sect walked out. He looked at the young man with narrowed eyes and his face turned colder. "I'm afraid you've come here in vain. Bailing Sect has always been independent and has never considered forming an alliance."

Zhang Qi was not surprised by the blunt rejection, and just smiled and said, "I will wait outside the door. I believe that your family may make a slightly different proposal to me in three days."

After saying that, he sat quietly in a welcoming pavilion outside the mountain gate to meditate and relax.

The current situation is very dangerous for the Qi Ling Sect. The three families of the Yun Yi Sect are not fools. Even if the Baiwu Mountain spiritual land is good, it is naturally more important to preserve the inheritance and vitality.

So heading north to Xiangjia is a certainty.

As a result, the Xiang family faced the two superior sects, Bailing and Baihua, and after experiencing so many wars, it was impossible for them to fight again, both in terms of strength and morale.

Therefore, in the future, a relatively peaceful situation of confrontation between the North and the South will most likely be formed.

The Xiang family would never tolerate a thriving Qi Ling Sect beside them. After the three families were destroyed, the next one would undoubtedly be the Qi Ling Sect.

Therefore, the Qi Ling Sect must not sit idly by and wait for death, but must make plans early.

At the moment, Bailing Sect is undoubtedly the best choice. There are only six true practitioners in the sect, and three of them are over 500 years old and have little time left to live.

But because of the existence of Guiyin, it is still ranked among the top sects.

As long as they form an alliance with the Bailing Sect, I think the Erling side also hopes that there will be someone who can threaten the Xiang family by the side of the Xiang family, so the Bailing, Baihua and Qiling Sects will be a solid alliance.

Of course, everything is difficult at the beginning, and trust is extremely difficult at the beginning.

But it doesn’t necessarily mean there are no other ways.

Zhang Qi sat outside the mountain for two days. Everything was calm and nothing happened.

But on the morning of the third day, before the sun rose high in the sky, Bailingmen's mountain protection formation suddenly burst into an intense light, enveloping the entire valley.

Various monsters and strange insects from the Bailing Gate in the formation ran wildly, and it was obvious that a great chaos had occurred in the mountain gate.

Zhang Qi, who had been sitting cross-legged and waiting for a long time, stood up with a smile, untied the belt in front of his eyes, and looked directly at the Bailingmen mountain protection formation with a pair of light golden pupils. Multiple legal restrictions moved before his eyes, and in less than a few breaths, the Dingkong Yuan Ruler in Zhang Qi's hand hit a hidden node of the formation hard. Suddenly, the light curtain of the entire formation dimmed, and many flaws emerged.

Two rays of light rushed out from the mountain protection formation and headed towards Zhang Qi.

(End of this chapter)