The ancestor is incompetent!

Chapter 131 Feng Yinxue

In the Qi Ling Gate, Chen Guan was attracted by this strange vision. He looked towards the southeast with his eyebrows raised. This was a vision of a true breakthrough in cultivation.

It has been more than a hundred years since the Yinque Mountain established its Taoist tradition. Su Yao has also worked hard and has a rich family background, so it is reasonable for him to have such a true cultivator.

Thinking of this, he sighed a little. The disciple with heavenly spiritual roots in the sect had already reached the late stage of Qi Refining, which could be considered as a breakthrough to the true cultivation. With his luck and destiny, the true cultivation could be said to be within his reach, but for some reason he was stuck there, motionless.

He had been instructed by Zhang Qi not to ask about Wang Qianlei's affairs, and it was best to let things take their own course. Even though there was a slight lack of talent in the sect, Chen Guan did not think of urging him to break through as soon as possible.

As for the other four secret disciples in the sect, except Bai Suwen, they all need at least twenty years of accumulation before they can have more confidence.

Bai Suwen had just gone into seclusion not long ago, preparing to break through, but I'm afraid it will take a few more years to find out the results.

But for now, of course I still have to go and congratulate them. Not to mention the superficial relationship between the two families, there are also many hidden connections, so naturally I have to protect them more.

He walked out of the mountain gate and flew straight to Yinque Mountain. The silver light had faded and disappeared, but the auspicious clouds in the sky were still there, symbolizing the birth of a new true cultivator.

When they arrived at the mountain gate, Su Yao came to greet him with a smile on his face, and invited him to enter the secret room. Then he smiled and said, "I heard some time ago that Jiugong and Dusha Dao were making trouble for your Qiling Sect. I wanted to go and help, but I didn't expect that Master Guiyin would help you.

I think after this visit, your family will be able to have some peace and quiet for a while, right?"

"Alas, how can it be so simple?" Chen Guan shook his head and sighed, then mentioned the True Cultivator and said with a smile: "Daoyou is so talented, it only took a hundred years to cultivate a new generation of True Cultivators in the mountain, which means there is someone to carry on the succession."

"Haha, it was just a fluke. This disciple's name is Ning Zhu. She has cultivated the magical power "Silver Cinnabar" and her strength is quite good. She can be regarded as my eldest disciple. After her cultivation is stable, I will let you take a look at her." Su Yao couldn't help but raised the corners of his mouth.

"Haha, this is a great magical power." Chen Guan nodded, "But I can't do it with my eyes. I have only practiced for the second level so far. How can I compare with you, Fellow Daoist Su, who has already completed the third level. Your progress is amazing."

"You are too kind, fellow Daoist." Su Yao laughed and said mysteriously, "I have heard some rumors recently. I wonder if you are interested?"

"Oh? What rumor?" Chen Guan asked curiously.

"I heard that the leader of the sect has been missing for decades." Su Yao said cautiously.

"What do you mean, fellow Taoist? A Taoist has a long life span, so it is normal for him not to come out for more than a hundred years. Fellow Taoist, please don't believe the rumors and get into the wrong idea." Chen Guan immediately refuted.

Seeing his expression, Su Yao had no choice but to stop talking and just smiled and said, "I heard that the sect will offer spiritual objects as tribute again soon. I wonder if Brother Chen has prepared them?"

“This is a helpless method. I heard that the old monsters that have been silent for many years in the upper sect have awakened. Naturally, they need a large amount of spiritual resources to nourish them.

This will make life difficult for those of us who are truly practicing here." Chen Guan sighed when he heard this.

"I have heard that the Nine Palaces have been active recently, and have been secretly planning something by connecting with many sects. Since you are not interested, it is better not to listen."

Chen Guan naturally avoided these sensitive topics under the pretext of something, chatted about some mundane things, and then went home.

Only after returning to the mountain did Chen Guan dare to think carefully about what Su Yao had said. He tapped the writing desk from time to time, recalling the details and thinking silently.

"As the successor of Xiaoxia Mountain's Taoist tradition, Su Yao must have some purpose, but this purpose is too well hidden, and he is so calm that nothing can go wrong. Senior Brother Li Yuan has not been able to find out what he is thinking.

Now it seems that he is most likely to get involved in the affairs of Linglong Sect, and the temptation in his words just now was to drag me into it.

Fortunately, I was very alert and avoided the topic early. However, even if the real person is not on the island now, what force can overthrow the Linglong Sect's unfathomable strength?
I just hope he is still in the planning stage and doesn't start it too early, otherwise it will inevitably affect his own family."

After figuring this out, Chen Guan became more cautious in his heart to avoid being tricked by the other party.

As for the other party's mention of increasing the collection of spiritual objects, this was only reported recently. The Linglong Sect forcibly ordered a change in the tribute time, from once every sixty years to once every thirty years, and each tribute of spiritual objects must be roughly equivalent to the previous tribute.

The order from the upper sect to increase the collection of spiritual objects was like a huge rock thrown into the water, stirring up thousands of waves and causing complaints from many immortal cultivation forces. The competition for resources among the sects was already fierce, and this increase in collection undoubtedly added another layer of tension to the tension. The small and medium-sized immortal cultivation forces were suffering terribly. Now they had to hand over most of the spiritual stones, rare herbs, spiritual minerals, etc. that they had worked so hard to accumulate, which was tantamount to cutting meat to feed the tiger.

You have to know that many sects do not have any special skills, and the income of each sect varies. The poor and weak have to save up for twenty or thirty years to get enough spiritual objects. Now that this has happened, I am afraid that the hard-earned savings of many cultivators for most of their lives will be taken away.

Fortunately, the Qi Ling Sect now has a good source of income, and several of its profits are quite good, which can barely collect enough spiritual resources for the next time.

But now, to support so many disciples and the expenses, I am afraid that even if we have a fortune, we won’t be able to support it for a long time, even in one or two hundred years.

The Qi Ling Sect couldn't even sustain itself with its surplus, let alone other smaller sects that didn't have any special skills.

Therefore, the sensation caused by this additional tax was far from as simple as it seemed. Many sects that had long been dissatisfied with the Linglong Sect either discussed countermeasures in secret meetings with angry words, or sent envoys to petition in a tactful manner, but all their responses fell on deaf ears.

Some radical immortal cultivators even secretly connected the Nine Palaces, and there was a sign that a storm was about to come. A turmoil in the immortal cultivation world caused by the increase in the collection of spiritual objects seemed to be brewing secretly, waiting for a spark to start a prairie fire.

But on the surface, all the schools and sects in the world of immortal cultivation were tolerant and compromising, and could only helplessly search for spiritual objects everywhere. Many schools even started wars because of the competition for spiritual objects. Robbery, vendettas, revenge, and even family extermination occurred.

In the Qi Ling Gate, even though Chen Guan had issued several orders to prepare the spiritual tribute as early as possible, the caravans traveling back and forth between several markets suffered several robberies and looting in the following three years, resulting in heavy losses.

Even though Chen Guan knew that Jiugong must have been behind this, he could do nothing about it. After all, the other party did not attack the Qi Lingmen inheritance, but only looted some spiritual resources. He could not waste an opportunity to ask Guiyin to take action.

He was the only true cultivator in the sect, and the frequency of caravans coming and going was high. It was impossible for him to personally take charge of every caravan, right? He was also too busy to do that.

Fortunately, all the spiritual objects required as tribute to the sect have been prepared. Although the disciples in the sect have complained, after all, the rules of the Qi Ling Sect are strict and the system is sound, so the disciples can only complain.

Chen Guan would not really punish any disciples for this. After all, he was just talking, and it was these disciples who really had to work hard for spiritual resources. The additional chores were much heavier, and it was normal and reasonable for them to complain after suffering hardships. Also, because Chen Guan was wary of Linglong Sect, it would be better to let the disciples resent Linglong Sect above them instead of letting them resent the sect. They were the culprits who made the disciples work so hard.

On top of Qifeng Mountain, disciples were constantly coming and going, reporting on the mundane affairs of the various halls on the peak. Wang Lingchuan, who had not rested for several days, was handling mundane affairs in the hall.

He flipped through the records of the output and consumption of spiritual wood, and couldn't help but angrily said, "Why did Qifeng lose so many spiritual woods this year? Even if we used a little more to gather the number of spiritual puppets required by the sect, it shouldn't cause such a large loss.

The deacon in charge of this matter is Wang Lingci, right? Call him over here!"

The disciple looked terrified and responded quickly.

Not long after, within the time of an incense stick, Wang Lingci walked quickly into the hall and said respectfully, "Peak Master, is there something you want to talk to me about?"

Wang Lingchuan saw that his brother had gray hair on his temples and had been managing the sect for most of his life. He swallowed back his harsh words and sighed, "Fourth brother, you were also in charge of the account office. The loss of this spiritual wood is so great that anyone with a discerning eye can see that something is wrong. Do you still want to make it difficult for me?"

Wang Lingci couldn't help but sigh when he heard this, and said, "If the Peak Master conducts a thorough investigation, there is no need to punish others, just me. I am willing to accept the punishment."

"Fourth Brother, you..." Wang Lingchuan was blocked by his words and couldn't say many things. So he could only say: "Fourth Brother, you are also a person who carves the inner forbidden in the secret hall, and your spiritual stone salary is not small. Why do you still do this kind of thing?"

"Lingchuan, you also know that after the two generations of ancestors Zixun and Qiu passed away, our Wang family has had fewer and fewer talented people. The clan bloodline has also weakened because of this. It's not easy to produce Qian Lei, but now his cultivation is stagnant. How can I not be anxious?" Wang Lingci shook his scattered white hair, "Peak Master, you have to consider a lot, but our Wang family can't just decline like this.

"Qi Feng has had several other deacons from other families come in over the years and control a lot of places. If our Wang family doesn't fight back, who will remember the Qi Feng Wang family in a few hundred years?"

Wang Lingchuan frowned and said, "So, you embezzled a lot of spiritual materials and wood for Qian Lei to use for refining weapons, right?

Even though he is a genius of our Wang family, we cannot tolerate such indulgence. Fourth brother, you are harming him by doing this! "

The old man was about to say something else, but unexpectedly there was a sound of cold wind whistling outside the hall. The cold wind outside the hall brought snow, which blew snowflakes into the hall, bringing a chill that was chilling.

"Zheng~"

A clear and heart-stirring piano sound was heard, and a heavy snowstorm suddenly rushed into the store, blowing the snow all around and extinguishing the candles.

Wang Lingchuan was suddenly startled and walked out of the hall, but he saw that everything he saw was white, with howling wind and snow, and the cold winter was approaching the mountains.

"This is……"

"Strange phenomena in heaven and earth, is this the birth of a rare treasure?" Wang Lingci stared into the distance in a daze.

“No, not necessarily.” Wang Lingchuan picked up a jade slip, probed into it with his mind and searched for a moment, then suddenly said: “Bai Suwen, the daughter of Bai Chen, the master of Fufeng, is twelve years old at the time, and has chosen the technique “Song of Wind and Snow”!
This strange phenomenon in the world, could it be that she has achieved a breakthrough in her true cultivation?"

"Real cultivation? Didn't she just break through to the late stage a few years ago?" Wang Lingci exclaimed.

"Then there is only one possibility, she is a secret disciple and has hidden her progress in cultivation!"

Wang Lingchuan looked into the distance in amazement and admiration, a little dazed.

On Fufeng Mountain, the elderly Bai Chen looked at the snow flying all over the sky and said excitedly, "It's finally done!
In my lifetime, I have been able to witness with my own eyes the moment when my closest bloodline achieves true cultivation, so I have no regrets. "

He looked at the snow with joy, thinking back to the time when he also had the opportunity to break through to the true cultivation. Unfortunately, things did not go as he wished. The nine-star phenomenon did not appear in the nearly 100 years of his remaining life. Heaven would not allow it, and if he forced it, he would die.

But now that he can see with his own eyes that his daughter has achieved true cultivation, he no longer regrets his original choice.

The peach forest that had grown around Guchunyuan for more than a hundred years was buried in the thick snow in this fluttering snowstorm. Many old trees lost their vitality due to the snowstorm. I am afraid that they will never bloom as fragrantly in the spring of next year as in previous years.

The traces of the old friends will eventually be erased by time, but there will always be new people to take over the inheritance.

In the courtyard, Chen Guan, who was wearing a yellow robe, looked up. The wind and snow fell on his long robe, but they did not melt. A trace of surprise appeared in his eyes, and he exclaimed: "Judging from the aura of the wind and snow, it is likely to succeed!"

The sky and earth were vast, the wind and snow were howling like angry beasts, and the goose feather snow was falling, covering everything in the world. In this icy and snowy land, Bai Suwen sat alone on the top of the mountain, holding a zither on his knees, his clothes rustling, and the zither in front of him was shining faintly, which was out of tune with the violent snow and wind around him.

Her face was solemn, and her jade-like slender fingers plucked the strings of the zither, the spiritual power in her body surged, and she played the zither to play the way of the mysterious sound. Her ten fingers were agile and the tune she played became more and more passionate. Every note contained the power of the mysterious sound, which constantly gathered and dispersed in this snowy land, evolving into the Tao.

The wind and snow gradually gathered in the sky, and a huge white phoenix with its wings spread could be vaguely seen. Suddenly, a loud and mysterious sound pierced the ears of thousands of cultivators. The hundred-foot-long snow phoenix also flapped its wings and flew high. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of hundreds of miles poured into the body of the woman in white holding the zither. The tone was flat, and the Tao was formed. When the song ended, the Tao was achieved.

Bai Suwen stroked the strings of the zither with her delicate jade fingers. She looked three times more beautiful than before and smiled rarely:

The cold sky is covered with jade-like flakes, and the phoenix’s feathers are covered with frost as it perches on branches.

The sound of Su Tian's piano is lingering, and the icy strings and snowy melodies are long.

The elegant tune sung by the wind adds a sense of mystery, and the dance of the phoenix among the white flowers reflects the pure light.

A piece of fairy music makes me drunk with the snow, and my heart soars with Ruiyu.

Xuanyin, Su Wen has practiced hard for decades, and today he finally achieved the magical power [Phoenix Singing Snow]. "

(End of this chapter)