The ancestor is incompetent!

Chapter 92: Border City
Lishan, the first mountain in the north, has towers on its peak. The eaves and corners of the palaces are like birds spreading their wings to fly, and the copper bells under the eaves sway in the mountain breeze, with a clear and ethereal sound.

The palace walls are mottled with stone marks and covered with moss, as if telling of the long years. The red gate is heavy and vicissitudes, the copper lock and copper ring are rusty, and the door is half-closed, revealing a subtle mystery.

The incense burner in the courtyard was filled with ashes, and light smoke was rising up, lingering between the beams and pillars. An old Taoist priest in a black robe with a bent waist was wiping the rust off the incense burner.

The wind on the eaves rang the bells. Qian Shiyan and Zhang Qijing walked slowly to the old man's side. She bowed respectfully and said, "Grandfather! I have brought back the person who inherited the secret of Qi Ling Sect."

The corners of Zhang Qi's mouth slightly raised, and his eyes were narrowed with a hint of mystery, which made people stare at his face even more attractive.

"Qiling Sect disciple, Zhang Qi, nice to meet you, senior!"

The old man who was wiping the bronze tripod raised his head slowly, turned around, and his cloudy eyes revealed doubts. When he opened his mouth, he spoke with his front teeth missing.

"Who...are you?"

Zhang Qi waited quietly by the side, thinking about something.

Qian Shiyan sighed, and made a hand gesture. The wind chimes on the eaves began to jingle continuously. In the quaint and dilapidated hall, cigarette smoke gathered and flames rose.

The flame was divided into two parts: one part rose up and turned into warm sunshine, and the other part sank down and turned into blazing flames that enveloped the entire palace.

Zhang Qi's heart was filled with awe, and he whispered, "In the sky it is the warm sun, on the ground it is the blazing flame, this is the noon fire in the fire virtue."

"That's right. What my ancestor cultivated was the noon fire among the five kinds of fire." Qian Shiyan responded to him.

The old Taoist in front of him saw the strange phenomenon of noon fire, and his cloudy eyes gradually became clear. He put his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "Yan'er, you go out first."

"This..." Qian Shiyan hesitated for a moment, but still responded respectfully and walked out of the hall.

"You are cultivating the Tianyan Ancient Qi, right?" The old man looked at him with a smile, like a kind white-haired old man caring about his junior.

"Senior, you really have a keen eye." Zhang Qi replied.

"Since you practice this way, you must have known the reason why I came to find you?" The old man put down the coarse cloth in his hand that was stained with copper rust, and stared at him with his small eyes.

"Senior, do you really want to know?" Zhang Qi hesitated for a moment, but still reminded: "What I said today will definitely be sensed by Wu Tu."

“Haha, you worry too much.” The old man shook his head and said, “Even if you are a Jindan Zhenren, you can’t always keep an eye on all the cultivators in the world.

Once the golden elixir is completed, there will be a world of difference. If he had no other intentions, the real person would not have watched us repair the dike."

"But what if the real person happens to have other intentions?" Zhang Qi asked back.

The old man was startled. "No matter what, you should tell me these secrets of heaven and earth. My Qian family has only been in power for nearly a thousand years, which is not as good as the ancient Qiling family, which has been passed down for more than four thousand years. The secrets of heaven and earth that your family knows must be extraordinary."

"If I were to tell you everything, I'm afraid the two foundation-building items would not be enough. But I, a junior, cannot tell you everything either." Zhang Qi said with difficulty: "Then I will just tell you a few things that are on your mind."

"Please speak!" The old man looked solemn and listened attentively.

"In the past, our ancestors followed the Immortal to Nanjue Island to establish the Dao. They had deliberately found a remote place, but unexpectedly, four families with double surnames were exiled to this island, so the Immortal Shangzong was ordered to guard it.

Later, as time passed, a great war took place three thousand years ago, and several immortals were suppressed.

The books and classics recorded that the life span of a Jindan person was thousands of years, but the one from the previous sect had appeared on Nanjue Island for three thousand years. Although a long life span did not mean a person's strength, it was enough to show how terrifying he was.

"After more than three thousand years of planning, what do you think they are planning?"

"You mean...Zhen...Jun!"

The old man was shocked. "But logically speaking, he should have lost this..."

"The golden elixir is no longer a shackle for humans. It has all kinds of incredible wonders. The ancestors of our sect once concluded that the master of the previous sect was reincarnated twice!" Zhang Qi said it without hiding anything. "Of course, this is just the inference of our ancestors. There is no way to verify whether it is true or not."

"Twice!" the old man murmured, "If he gets some more golden elixir status, wouldn't that be equivalent to living for more than 4,000 years! By this calculation, it's really possible!"

“The most important thing is to seek the True Lord, and the world will change drastically.

"But Nanjue Island is in the middle of the ocean, and its earth virtue is inherently insufficient. So it needs to be replenished with fire!"

After Zhang Qi finished saying this, he felt a chill rising from the top of his head. Hundreds of wind chimes hanging on the eaves of the ancient palace vibrated violently. The noisy sound of the golden bells was so piercing that Zhang Qi's ears began to bleed.

Seeing this, the clarity in the old man's eyes disappeared instantly, and turned cloudy again. He saw the rough cloth on the ground and hurriedly picked it up and walked to the incense burner and complained: "Alas, no one does these jobs now. Even the incense burner in front of the ancestor statue is not cared about."

The wind chimes rang thousands of times and it took a long time for them to stop.

Zhang Qi wiped the blood off his ears, bowed respectfully and said, "I have fulfilled the promise made by my master and uncle, and I have paid my debt of gratitude.

Junior farewell! "

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the ancient and dilapidated temple.

At the foot of the mountain, Qian Shiyan waited and saw him coming down the mountain, and asked in surprise: "You're back so soon?"

Zhang Qi smiled and asked, "Uncle Master, did you hear the sound of wind chimes on the mountain just now?"

"How can I hear it from such a distance?" Qian Shiyan shook her head.

"In that case, let's go back to Qi Ling Sect." Zhang Qi said with a smile, "I have explained the interests to my uncle's elders."

"What's at stake?" Qian Shiyan frowned and asked, "Didn't you come with me to visit Lishan? How did you get summoned by the ancestor?"

Zhang Qi raised his eyelids slightly, his expression did not change, and he smiled and said in a friendly voice: "Yes, I came to visit Lishan to comprehend the Tao. Uncle, let's go back to the mountain. The crisis of the Xiang family in Xihai has not been resolved yet!"

So the two of them took off into the air, left the Qian family's ancestral land, and flew to Qi Lingmen.

In the ancient temple, the old man was still wiping the green tripod over and over again, until the wall of the ancient temple collapsed, revealing a jade statue. The statue wore an official crown, held a whisk in his hand, had long fluttering beard, and wore a slightly loose purple and gold Ruyi Taoist robe that seemed to have a real texture.

After the jade statue emerged, the old man underground suddenly opened his eyes wide and began to worship the statue.

However, during the ceremony, a cold look flashed in Old Man Qian's eyes. Thinking back to what Zhang Qi said, his heart seemed to have fallen to the bottom of a valley.

……

A month later, inside the Qi Ling Sect, five spirit boats as big as buildings were suspended in the air. The Qi Ling Sect's black and yellow Weiyang Cloud Flags were planted on the spirit boats and fluttered in the wind, looking quite impressive.

The more than 400 Qi Ling Sect disciples on the spiritual boat were all nervous, expectant, or uneasy, because they were about to travel thousands of miles to the western border defense line to deal with the extremely powerful Xiang family monks.

Zhang Qi stood behind Chen Guan and listened to his instructions in silence.

"Senior Sister Qian, my magical powers are prone to change, so it is not suitable for me to stay at the mountain gate. The safety of the Taoist tradition in the mountain depends on you."

Chen Guan asked politely.

"Don't worry, with me here and the mountain protection formation activated, I can hold off a few high-level cultivators even if they come."

Qian Shiyan nodded and said, "After all, I am also a disciple of Qi Ling Sect, so I must live up to the teachings of the two ancestors."

"Oh, Senior Sister." Chen Guan took out a jade slip with a forbidden spell, secretly transmitted the message for a while, and then said with a smile: "Senior Sister, in this case, my nephew and I will go ahead!"

"Have a safe trip! Safety is the most important thing!" Qian Shiyan couldn't help but remind him.

After all, the Qi Ling Sect now has three foundation-building members, making it the strongest family in Guangyuan Mountain Range, apart from the Wang family. If the Qi Ling Sect can really overcome this hurdle, it will probably be able to prosper for hundreds of years, and she can be considered to have found a powerful ally for the Qian family.

So Qian Shiyan naturally hopes that Qi Lingmen will get better and better.

On the western border of the Guangyuan Mountains, rows of red-leaf maple trees were planted, stretching for thousands of miles. These long maple trees were the magical legacy of Wang Mingyuan, the senior ancestor of the Wang family. When these trees grow into a forest, they can be used to lay out the Ten Thousand Maple True Fire Formation, which is a continuous line and is most suitable for establishing a line of defense.

A huge stone city was built at the gap between hundreds of intermittent formations, blocking the main road from the west.

The Xiang family migrated with their entire clan. Including various vassals, there were no less than 10,000 Qi-refining cultivators alone, not to mention that the Xiang family had to transport at least millions of mortals to migrate.

Although passing through the Wanfeng True Fire Formation is not a problem for some powerful cultivators in the late Qi Refining stage, cultivators in the late Qi Refining stage are only a small minority after all.

If the Xiang family wants to enter the Guangyuan Mountains, they must first break this city and defeat the combined forces of the five families. Once their fighting spirit is crushed, they can march straight in.

Wang Qianli and Xu Wanrong stood side by side, one of them seemed passionate but was actually cold, while the other looked gentle, generous and considerate. Both were first-class beautiful immortal cultivators, but no disciple dared to peek.

There was a green cloud approaching slowly in the distance. When it got closer, I could see clearly that it was a group of Qingfeng Pavilion disciples wearing green and gray Taoist robes.

Fu Kong stood on the cloud and smiled and bowed to the two of them from a distance, saying, "You two, I am late."

"It's not too late. The disciples of Yinque Mountain only arrived three or five days earlier." Wang Qianli said it was not too late, but in fact he was still saying that he was deliberately slowing down the journey. After all, Yinque Mountain is much farther than Qingfeng Pavilion.

"Am I the last one to come?" Fu Kong smiled, waved his hand, and the disciples behind him fell from the blue cloud one after another, and the cloud dissipated.

"Now the only thing missing is the people from Qi Ling Sect."

Xu Wanrong smiled and tried to smooth things over.

"The Qi Ling Sect is so arrogant, tut tut." Fu Kong frowned, then took a look and asked, "Why isn't Daoist Fellow Xing Han here?"

"Sister Xinghan broke through the third level not long ago, and is now consolidating her cultivation in the sect. When the war begins, she will naturally take over." Xu Wanrong sighed, "Daoist Fu, I'm afraid that the two of you are not destined to be together. The secret method she practices is a method that is naturally capable of suppressing emotions and sexual desires. Don't mention the matter of a Taoist partner in the future."

"Okay, I understand." Fu Kong's expression darkened and he stopped talking.

Not long after, clouds rose in the sky again, and five huge spirit boats were lined up in a row. The black and yellow Weiyang flags on the boats could be seen from afar, and at first glance there was a sense of extraordinary momentum.

"The Qi Ling Sect really has a great foundation." Fu Kong said somewhat sarcastically.

"Who can blame their ancestors for being wealthy?" Wang Qianli said indifferently.

Then two figures were seen flying down from the spirit boat. They were the two true practitioners of the Qi Ling Sect.

"My fellow Taoists, I'm a little late in organizing the staff, but fortunately I didn't delay important matters." Chen Guan smiled and bowed, then extended his hand to introduce: "This is the third true cultivator of our Qi Ling Sect, and also the direct disciple of my Senior Brother Li, Zhang Qi."

"Zhang Qi greets all the seniors!" He bowed humbly and smiled gently at them.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, I don't deserve it. We are all true cultivators. There is no such thing as senior or not. We can just address each other as peers." Xu Wanrong smiled kindly, "I wonder what magical power Fellow Daoist Zhang has cultivated?"

"Not worth mentioning." Zhang Qi pulled the band on his forehead back and said, "It's just a mind trick. He's not a very powerful person."

"Since all the fellow Taoists are here, let's first settle the disciples and familiarize ourselves with the surrounding terrain. This will be helpful for attack and defense when the time comes." Wang Qianli said, "Just use whatever means you have in the Taoist tradition, and don't be stingy with your skills.

By then, we, the true cultivators, will be facing each other in the sky, and the low altitude and the ground will be battlefields where disciples will fight. We will not be able to take care of them for the time being. If we hold back, the disciples will suffer heavy losses!"

"Of course. After all, this concerns the inheritance of Taoism. How could we hide our shortcomings?" Xu Wanrong replied.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, do you know who is the highest level cultivator from the Xiang family?" Fu Kong asked this most crucial question.

"It's Xiang Daizong who broke through to the seventh level decades ago!" Wang Qianli said directly without hiding anything.

"Then how do we resist?" Chen Guan frowned.

"No need to rush. I have asked Senior Yin You from Qixing Mountain to take action. With her in charge, Xiang Daizong will most likely not take action himself."

"Fellow Daoist Wang is truly a man of great foresight. How did he manage to invite this old senior?" Xu Wanrong asked in surprise.

“This involves the grudge between the Xiang family and the Seven Star Mountain thousands of years ago. The Xiang family’s Xingguang Daoism was stolen from the Seven Star Mountain during the civil strife.

He stole the Taoist tradition and fled to the West Sea to cultivate and gain power. Now he wants to return to the inland, and Qixing Mountain will certainly not let him have his way. "

Wang Qianli looked into the distance, the sun was setting over the western mountains, the afterglow was spreading across the sky. "In two months, I'm afraid the Xiang family disciples will arrive here. Get ready for battle, it will probably be a fierce one."

A fierce battle?

Chen Guan sneered in his heart, that might not be the case, but his face looked a little melancholy.

In the following month or so, Su Yao and Wang Xuanchang used their magical powers to move the scattered spiritual veins nearby to avoid a shortage of spiritual energy due to too many cultivators.

Chen Guan also arranged for his disciples to practice battle formations many times to give them more self-defense capabilities.

Along with the five families, many independent cultivators were recruited, and some were stuck in bottlenecks and specifically sought opportunities for breakthroughs in the life-and-death battle.

More than 2,000 monks lived in this newly built stone city, guarding against enemies from the west day and night.

(End of this chapter)