Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 466 After the land reclamation was completed, Tianqin made his plans.
—————Hanya Mountain, two years later
Wu Fengshangxiu's short halberd shone brightly, and the second-tier top-grade Thunderbone Eagle locked onto by his gaze had no courage to resist. The power emanating from the cultivator in front of him was enough to make the beast tremble with fear and almost lose control of its bladder.

Despite the fact that his face was still stained with the blood of the state soldiers and his beak was covered with bits of cultivator flesh, he showed no trace of the arrogance he had displayed when facing a group of Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining cultivators.

However, even though this beast transformed into lightning and fled, Wu Feng Shangxiu behind it still showed no intention of holding back. The short halberd in his hand glowed with spiritual light, and with a light stroke, a sharp beam of light tore through the void and shot out.

The leader of the Thunderbone Eagles could clearly feel the approaching force behind him, but he had no choice but to flap his wings violently, hoping to escape with his life.

But how easy is it to dodge the techniques of those who cultivate to the Golden Core stage?

The sharp light easily caught up and then effortlessly sliced ​​open the hard neck of the Thunderbone Eagle, which had cultivated for a thousand years and was almost ready to form its core.

The blade was so sharp that the beast didn't even let out a terrified scream. After a few bone fragments splattered, its enormous head fell to the ground along with a trail of blood.

Several disciples who served Wu Feng Shang Xiu rushed over without being urged, immediately taking out various utensils to collect essence blood and spiritual materials, unwilling to waste the slightest bit.

His movements were so skillful and meticulous that it was clear at a glance that he had a humble background, just like Wu Feng Shang Xiu.

Following closely behind the disciples of Wufeng, the state army soldiers were even more determined. Led by military academy officers whose courage had surged, they launched a surprise attack on the Thunderbone Eagles, who were already terrified.

At this moment, the spirit boats moved with incredible speed, and soon blood blossoms bloomed everywhere in the air.

After casually dealing with a second-tier top-grade demonic beast, Wu Feng Shangxiu showed no sign of pride.

This is because the battle to open up the land has come to an end, but he still hasn't made many contributions. Not only is he not outstanding among the Golden Core cultivators, but even the achievements of the two Pill Masters, Yue Lin and Yuan Buwen, are not much inferior to his.

This made Wu Feng Shangxiu feel anxious, because in recent days, it had been said in the Yunjiao Prefecture that since no prefecture was willing to allocate a piece of land to settle Wuwei Tower, Fei Nanying intended to cede land from Dingzhou, where he, Wu Feng Shangxiu, had originally planned to establish his sect.

As for the reason, Wu Feng Shangxiu himself knew very well that it was simply because his skills were not high and his record was poor.

Despite joining the state government so early, after all these years, all he's gained is an empty plot of land, his skills haven't improved much, and he's even lost his most prized possession.

The fact that Yuan Buwen, a top-tier pseudo-core cultivator, had brought his clan to Dingzhou already greatly displeased Wu Feng Shangxiu. He was unwilling to accept that half of his foundation had been taken away, so he had been working even harder these past few days.

Once the thought arose, it became increasingly uncontrollable.

His expression darkened, and he asked Zhou Yun beside him in a low voice, "How many second-tier top-grade demonic beasts within a radius of five hundred miles still need to be dealt with?"

The latter knew that his master was anxious, so he picked up the map and looked at it carefully before saying, "Master, according to the intelligence, there is another one two hundred miles to the south, but that is the territory allocated by the Chongming Alliance, and it has probably been cleaned up by Fellow Daoist Jiang and his men."

Two years have passed, and those places rife with miasma and venomous insects have long been cleansed by cultivators with their blood and lives.

Although in just a few short years, it is still far from turning barren land into fertile land, but it is much safer than at the beginning.

As cultivators from all directions ventured into Cold Crow Mountain, they could even glimpse the approximate outline of Bearfall Peak, the third-tier spiritual land where the Fei family's ancestor, Tianqin, cultivated. This was almost unimaginable back when demonic energy roamed freely and miasma was rampant.

Therefore, at this point, the Chongming Alliance, which oversees all the various factions, naturally does not want to lag behind and only earn a little money from transporting supplies.

Harvesting a few more second-tier demonic beasts is a win-win situation. It won't result in any major losses, and it can also improve appearances and avoid giving others cause for criticism.

However, Wu Fengshangxiu felt a little annoyed and muttered to himself, "Kang Dabao returned to his home mountain and requested to cultivate, and Jiang Qing, who stayed behind, is no pushover either. Even Yuan Jin's military skills are not much inferior to that bastard Tie Liuyun, and he has been showing off with that damned Qingjue Guard for the past year or two. Was the previous sect leader of Chongming Sect just a minor Qi Refining cultivator? How come his judgment in choosing disciples is better than mine?"

As soon as the cultivator from Wufeng finished speaking, Zhou Yun, who was standing to the side, immediately felt a chill emanating from him.

Knowing that his master was depressed, he immediately made up an excuse and rushed ahead of the state soldiers to harvest the lives of the Thunderbone Eagles, thus escaping a period of complaints.

It took Wu Feng Shangxiu and his troops quite a while to wipe out the demons in the area. This group of Thunder Bone Eagles did not actually occupy the place; they just happened to be passing by and were wiped out by Wu Feng Shangxiu.

For a long time before the Fei family stepped forward and set up the third-order array in the vast area from Bear Fall Peak to Hong County, similar things would have happened one after another.

As for whether the cultivators can be relocated as soon as possible, allowing them to cultivate the barren land with peace of mind, helping them settle down and take root here, and having them wholeheartedly provide resources here.
Even for the Fei family of Yingzhou, this could be considered a major test.

However, Wu Feng Shangxiu had no time to worry about the Fei family. He had actually been in control of the spiritual vein at Hongyi Sect in Dingzhou for several years, and had even fought several times with Jie Yi.

However, due to the lack of management for a long time, the produce on the immortal mountain is pitifully scarce.

Wu Feng Shangxiu knew that if things were left to their own devices, let alone earning enough to establish a sect, he didn't know when he would be able to raise funds and refine better magic weapons. Naturally, he was anxious.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that such outstanding military achievements were hard to come by anyway, so he might as well not bother looking for them.

After figuring this out, he entrusted the state soldiers to a few disciples led by Zhou Yun, and then went to Bearfall Peak to seek Fei Tianqin's permission to return to the mountain and establish a foothold.

Wu Fengshangxiu had only traveled for less than half an incense stick's time on his short halberd when his divine sense detected someone nearby, so he stopped to look.

They saw a starlight flying boat. Jiang Qing, who was standing at the stern of the flying boat, and the old man beside him also realized that this Golden Core senior was there. They immediately led a group of prominent figures off the boat to pay their respects.

"Greetings, senior!"

Seeing the mass of fallen cultivators before him, Wu Feng's gloom finally dissipated somewhat. Seeing that Jiang Qing, who could speak with the two upper-level cultivators of the Fei family, was among them, his face regained a rare amiable expression towards lower-level cultivators, and he asked gently, "Young friend Jiang, are you on your way to pay your respects to Senior Fei?"

Jiang Qing straightened up and replied calmly and without arrogance, "What you say is true, senior. Five months ago, I had the honor of discussing swordsmanship with Ancestor Tianqin. Ancestor has the magnanimity to accept my humble learning, and he even remembered the foolish insight I had at that time. That's why he sent someone to deliver a message the day before yesterday, asking me to go to Bearfall Peak today to discuss it again."

"Good lad!" Wu Feng Shangxiu exclaimed inwardly. He himself, a Golden Core cultivator, dared not discuss the Dao in front of Fei Tianqin. This Jiang Qing was just a minor True Cultivator who might not even become a False Core cultivator in the future, yet he could talk so eloquently in front of that old bird.

After the initial shock, a mix of emotions washed over me.

Even though he knew that Jiang Qing had mastered the sword essence, even if he wasn't very skilled, at least in terms of swordsmanship, he had already surpassed countless mediocre Golden Core cultivators like himself.

But Wu Fengshangxiu still felt his cheeks burning, and then the faint smile on his face gradually became unsustainable. He could only force a smile and reply, "I see."

The old man was unwilling to show weakness at this moment, so he changed the subject and asked in a low voice, "Young friend Jiang, I haven't met the fellow Daoists behind you yet."

“These are all meritorious officials whom the juniors wish to take to pay respects to Ancestor Tianqin.” Jiang Qing gestured to his men, who understood and stepped forward to bow and recommend themselves.

"Bian Hu of Shishan Sect greets Your Excellency!"

"Xu Liuxian of the Hanshan Sect greets Senior!"

"Hongshan Yangxun and Yanghuang greet you, seniors!"

Wu Feng Shang Xiu looked them over and found that there were quite a few familiar names among them.

Bian Hu of Shishan Sect needs no further introduction. Back then, Kang Dabao forced him to join the group, and the fact that he, a dignified pseudo-elixir master, served as a deputy to a mid-stage true cultivator was a legendary tale.

In truth, Chongmingzong was able to make this happen thanks to the efforts of his disciple, Zhou Yun.

However, since joining the Chongming Alliance in the past year or two, the Shishan Sect has indeed profited handsomely. Just look at how Bian Hu was able to use advanced magic weapons when he quelled the demon horde last time; it's clear that they must have gained a great deal.

Xu Liuxian was also quite good. Over the years, he had gained some true understanding of the Mingyang Fire Technique, and his Foundation Establishment cultivation was approaching its peak thanks to the resources he had acquired.

He was not present when the last time the merits were reported at Bearfall Peak, but Wu Fengshangxiu heard from the military report presented by Jiang Qing that Xu Liuxian fought two second-tier top-grade demonic beasts alone, fought to the death, and killed one of them.

If this is not an exaggeration, then this person might have a sliver of hope of forming a false elixir in another sixty years.

As for Hongshan Yangxun and Yanghuang, I have never heard of them. They are only at the mid-stage of cultivation, or perhaps they are rising stars who have emerged from the vassals of Chongming Sect.

These two brothers seem to have a rebellious bone running down the back of their heads, a sign of betrayal. I wonder if Kang Dabao and his group can see it.

"However," Wu Feng Shangxiu thought with trepidation upon seeing such a lineup. He did not underestimate Mingzong, which was merely a Foundation Establishment sect with only six or seven True Cultivators to decorate its facade.

Not only could Kang Dabao command tens of thousands of cultivators and dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators within his jurisdiction with ease when he was in charge, but even when he was not there, Jiang Qing and Yuan Jin, working together, could still manage this force with great skill, which was quite frightening.

If Wu Feng Shangxiu had such a following when he was in Dingzhou, how could he have been so easily defeated by Jie Yi and his gang of scoundrels?!

"If we encounter that young Kang in the future, we will probably have to ask him about the secret to his growth. It is not without reason that this boy has won the favor of the Marquis of Nan'an and the trust of the Fei family."

The thought that he, a dignified Golden Core cultivator, had fewer capable people than his juniors made Wu Feng feel even more embarrassed. He could no longer even manage a smile, so he and the other cultivators walked in silence to the foot of Bearfall Peak.

Although the route from Hong County to Bear Fall Peak is a desolate wasteland, the Fei family has already begun developing Bear Fall Peak, a mid-grade third-tier spiritual land. In the past year or two, the place has been bustling with activity day and night.

A thousand feet above the summit of Bearfall Peak, a burst of purple flames and lightning surged. Even after the peak changed hands, Fei Tianqin did not discard it and continued to use it.

Did this old bird also move a thousand-year-old peach forest to the summit? Half of it has already been charred and twisted by lightning, and electric sparks are still flying from the cracks in the bark.

The golden silk sashes around the waists of the Fei family cultivators fluttered in the wind, while eight array masters were nailing red copper compasses into the scorched earth. Every time the compasses touched the earth's veins, a ring of scarlet spiritual patterns would explode.

From the foot of the mountain to its waist, the muffled roars of the Blue-Eyed Rhinoceros could be heard everywhere. One after another, strong beasts, each several meters long, carried various kinds of spirit ore and crushed the cliffs, leaving spiderweb-like cracks in their hoofprints on the precipice.

The Blue-Eyed Rhinoceros clan, whose entire clan had been captured by the Fei family cultivators to serve as pack animals, was rather unlucky. Each of the overseers, chosen from the sons of the Sheshan Hall family, wore fierce and menacing expressions, holding the standard magic weapon, the nine-section whip.

Whenever they swung their whips, the golden bells at the tips striking the horns of the azure rhinoceros would cause the towering beast to spew out white mist, instantly increasing their speed as they climbed the heights.

A huge platform was carved out in the middle of the mountainside by Gao Xiu, which drew in the earth fire and springs and set up rooms for various crafts.

The sweat on the foreheads of the worshippers and the shouts of the attendants standing by their sides went unheard. As soon as the baskets of raw stones were brought up, they were immediately refined into various spiritual materials for use on this peak.

The timing of their arrival was coincidental. After verifying the seals and reaching the foot of the mountain, they saw a crucial place appear.

"Add three more bushels of Purple Cloud Sand!" The roars of several weapon masters on the mountainside drowned out the booming sound from the cauldron. Two non-clan cultivators rushed over carrying vermilion wooden buckets. Just as the crimson crystal sand was splashed into the earth fire pool, the entire cauldron burst forth with dazzling golden light.

The coiled dragon patterns on the cauldron seemed to move with life, condensing the wisps of green smoke refined from the remnants of demonic beasts into nine talismans that hung on the cauldron. The cauldron was filled with a sense of oppression until the alchemists could no longer hold back and the lid was blown off, and pieces of clear tortoise shell flew out of the cauldron.

At the same time, several second-tier array masters, who had been waiting for a long time, arrived with serious expressions, stepping on the jade array diagram. The elder in the lead held an array plate in his sleeve, activated the tortoise shell, and led it to his front.

With a quick glance, he clearly saw that there was exactly one piece, no more and no less, forming the exact number of stars in the heavens. He then summoned the cultivators to his side. With their combined efforts, in just a few breaths, the array masters assembled the Hun Tian Grand Array in mid-air.

As soon as the grand formation was completed, a team of talisman masters attached to the cliff felt the chaotic spiritual energy in the peak instantly clear. They then hurriedly used the blood essence of a third-tier demon as ink to carve the mountain-suppressing incantation on the cliff.

The cinnabar brush tip was fine and soft, yet wherever it passed, the rocks crumbled away, and even the dark golden spiritual veins appeared and disappeared intermittently. At this moment, a small mishap occurred. One of the talisman masters, whose skill was slightly inferior, inadvertently triggered the overflowing spiritual energy, and his entire body, along with the talisman brush, suddenly exploded into dust.

At this point, even the life of a second-tier talisman master is still worthless. Before the blood mist below the formation has dissipated, pale-faced substitutes, standing on flying magical artifacts, fill the gaps.

As the last talisman master finished his final stroke, a dazzling spiritual light, incredibly wondrous, enveloped the area from the mountaintop to the foot of the mountain.

The process may seem lengthy, but in reality, the cultivators had practiced it countless times, and it was completed in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. The people around Jiang Qing could only see the spectacle; even Wu Feng, a Golden Core cultivator, didn't seem to have much insight.

Seeing that they couldn't figure it out, Jiang Qing, who had just returned from the capital, could see some of the tricks and kindly explained: "This is to attach a golden body to this peak. From now on, the impure spiritual energy of the peak will be cleansed in a short time, and even those below the Golden Core stage can cultivate safely."

Furthermore, the peak is nourished by spiritual veins year after year, making it increasingly resilient and difficult to break. Even if the outer formation is breached, the cultivators inside can still rely on the various strategic locations to continue defending against enemies.

Xu Liuxian's eyes flashed with admiration, and when he spoke, his gaze remained fixed on the peak: "I have cultivated for nearly two hundred years, and this is the first time I have ever known that such a method exists."

Jiang Qing was not arrogant, and said in a warm tone: "No wonder you haven't mastered it, Brother Dao. Although this method is not difficult to obtain, it is extremely damaging to the spiritual veins and requires a large number of talents who have entered the Hundred Arts. It takes a lot of time and effort to refine, and it often has to be abandoned after hundreds of years. Even among the Golden Core sects in Shannan Dao, how many are willing to give it up?"

All the cultivators agreed, and even Wu Feng Shang Xiu picked up on Jiang Qing's words to comfort himself: "No wonder I haven't seen this before, after all, this method has long been abandoned in Shannan."

Now that the golden body of the rock had been completed, the cultivators no longer lingered. They traveled together to the mountaintop, where, beyond the peach grove, there were already palaces.

Although the palace occupied a large area, it could not be described as luxurious; rather, it had a somewhat ancient and simple feel. After the Yingshan soldiers in front of the palace verified the seals, they released their crossed halberds, the spiritual barrier dissipated, and when everyone stepped into the hall, a high-ranking cultivator was already waiting for them.

Yang Baoshan saw the smiles on Jiang Qing and the others' faces, but when he saw that Wu Feng was also among them, he was a little surprised: "Oh, Fellow Daoist Wu Feng is here too?"

When Fei Nanying returned to Xuanwei City to cultivate, the task of opening up the land was entrusted to Chu Yanran. After Chu Yanran broke through the barrier and took leave to go into seclusion, the task fell to Yang Baoshan.

Wu Feng Shangxiu was extremely envious, but he knew he was not capable of competing with him, so he bowed and greeted him: "Fellow Daoist Yang, I have come here to request an audience with Senior Fei."

Since he was a fellow cultivator of the same level, Yang Baoshan couldn't be too disrespectful. He returned the greeting with a cupped hand and said, "Please wait a moment, fellow Daoist. I will go and inform the senior first."

The cultivators bowed and thanked him. After about half a pipe's worth of time, Yang Baoshan stepped out from Fei Tianqin's secluded cultivation place. However, when he spoke to Wu Feng, his expression was strange: "I want to let you know, fellow Daoist. Senior said that he has important business to discuss with young friend Jiang, so I would like to ask you to wait outside for a while."

After Yang Baoshan finished speaking, everyone could see the veins throbbing on Wu Fengshangxiu's neck. Even Jiang Qing was surprised, and the room fell silent for a moment.

After a few breaths, Wu Feng, who still dared not retaliate, calmed down and replied gently, "Thank you for your trouble, Fellow Daoist Yang. Wu Feng will follow your instructions, Senior."

After that, the atmosphere in the room finally relaxed. Jiang Qing bowed respectfully to Wu Feng Shangxiu again before stepping forward.

Yang Baoshan would not neglect his fellow Daoist, and sat down with Wu Feng, the upper cultivator, to brew tea and chat. The rest of the crowd could only stand by and watch. Even Bian Hu, the so-called alchemy master, showed no sign of resentment and simply stood silently with the few Foundation Establishment cultivators beside him.

As Wu Feng Shangxiu was drinking tea, he glanced sideways and saw that the true cultivator named Yang Xun was glancing at the tea table. Displeased, he snorted coldly.

The latter was immediately struck in the chest like a heavy hammer blow; the sound of ribs breaking made everyone standing there shudder, but none of them dared to move.

Even Yang Xun himself, despite bleeding from the corners of his mouth and severe internal pain, only dared to swallow a few pills whole, and under the concerned gaze of his own brothers, he regulated his own breathing, not daring to harbor the slightest resentment.

Yang Baoshan could tell that Wu Fengshangxiu was looking for an opportunity to vent his anger. Although he secretly mocked the latter for being petty, he had no intention of standing up for this junior he had never met before.

As the tea boiled again, he steered the conversation elsewhere.

Wu Fengshangxiu wasn't afraid of incurring people's wrath; before long, he was chatting and laughing with Yang Baoshan again.

Yang Xun couldn't hear what the two were saying. When he closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, he only remembered the cold snort that had reached his ears and Jiang Qing's departing figure. Thinking of his own experiences, he thought to himself, "Old thief Wu Feng, you are not as good as Jiang Qing now, but it won't be long before you are not as good as him."

His innermost thoughts were beyond the comprehension of others; he was lost in his own worries, almost falling into a deep sleep despite the excruciating pain.

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"Young Jiang, come here quickly!" Fei Tianqin transformed into a size of over ten feet, and upon seeing Jiang Qing, a hint of joy appeared in his eyes.

Before the latter could even offer its greetings, it was interrupted by the old bird. With a flap of its wings, it shot out feathers that were already imposing, now seemingly imbued with a layer of sharp sword energy.

Despite the great distance, Jiang Qing still sensed a hint of familiarity in it. He immediately exclaimed in surprise, "Did the Ancestor glean this sword intent from the 'Ten Treatises on the Sword Scripture of Qingfuzi'?"

Fei Tianqin laughed heartily: "Haha, absolutely! The nonsense about the whetstone and the empty sword orchid that you mentioned to me last time was nothing but empty talk to me. It's far less substantial than the 'Ten Treatises on the Qingfuzi Sword Classic' that you gave me!"

Only now do I realize that all these years I've discussed the Dao with those high-ranking sword masters, yet gained nothing, because their cultivation and understanding were too complex and complicated, unlike this concise and essential sword scripture. It wasn't until you, young man, gifted me this scripture that I finally grasped a sliver of the true meaning of the sword path.

However, what I'm using now can hardly be called sword intent; at most, it's just a matter of drawing inferences from similar cases and making occasional breakthroughs.

No wonder Fei Tianqin was happy. You see, he had been stuck at this level for hundreds of years. Without a breakthrough, he had indeed learned a lot of other skills, but none of them could compare with what he had learned before.

Therefore, although he had only discussed the Dao with Jiang Qing for a while and only managed to slightly increase the power of his powerful spells, Fei Tianqin was still overjoyed and hurriedly summoned Jiang Qing over.

Jiang Qing was deeply grateful to the Fei family and was overjoyed to see that the Fei family patriarch could benefit from his kindness.

This old bird was indeed virtuous enough to ask questions, but as soon as he asked, Jiang Qing felt that he either couldn't answer or couldn't express it. He frankly and openly cupped his hands and replied apologetically, "Reporting to the ancestor, I'm afraid this humble one is not up to the task."

"Oh, haha, I was indeed too hasty." Fei Tianqin seemed to have just realized this, and his tone was tinged with apology: "But it's alright. I know quite a few powerful sword cultivators. I'll invite them over to discuss the Dharma later, and they'll all benefit from it. I'll also invite you then. With your aptitude, I might even be able to find you a mid-grade Golden Core cultivator as your master."

Unexpectedly, upon hearing Fei Tianqin's words, Jiang Qing's smile vanished, and he bowed solemnly, saying, "Ancestor is joking. This humble one has his own master and senior brother!"

"Heh, did I, Ancestor, say something wrong?!" Fei Tianqin said sarcastically, but without anger. He then added, "You and your senior brother are just too honest with yourselves!"
If he were to abandon his possessions and go to Yingzhou to see my brother, with his diligent guidance, his future prospects for reaching the Core Formation stage would already be clear. If you were willing to stay in Yingzhou and become Nancy's son-in-law, and go to the Liangxi battlefield to gain experience and broaden your horizons, your progress would be much faster than before.

Don't think that a few years won't have much of an impact. You don't know that cultivators have extremely short lifespans. If you don't strive diligently now and instead stagnate later, how desperate will you be?! You're all ignorant fools, only hindering your own future.”

Although the old man's words were harsh, they contained genuine concern. However, this contradicted Jiang Qing's intentions, as the latter only bowed twice without responding.

Judging from his appearance, Fei Tianqin knew that he could not persuade him any further.

However, it did not dwell on the matter and asked Jiang Qing to explain many of the things he did not understand in his cultivation. In this respect, it was far superior to ordinary Golden Elixir cultivators. It would answer Jiang Qing's questions one by one without even thinking.

This discussion took three days. Jiang Qing's doubts were mostly resolved, and he was quite satisfied. Even the remaining small part could be understood by slowly pondering it after returning home.

After this, he naturally showed much more respect to the old ancestor with the flat hair in front of him. However, it was only then that Jiang Qing remembered and asked, "Ancestor, is Senior Wu Feng still waiting outside?"

Logically speaking, Wu Feng Shangxiu was a genuine Golden Core cultivator, but Fei Tianqin's words showed no respect whatsoever. He merely sneered, "Am I not worthy to make him wait? It's not like I invited him, so what does it have to do with it?"

In his heart, the old bird's words were quite to Jiang Qing's liking, but he knew the importance of things and still advised, "Senior Wufeng seems to have something urgent."

Fei Tianqin glanced at Jiang Qing upon hearing this before slowly saying, "Young man, you must understand that in this world, geniuses should enjoy all the good things, while mediocre people should be left behind. If it were the exact opposite, it would be against all reason."

"A genius who falls behind may not realize their potential and will simply fade into obscurity. A mediocre person, even if they have all the advantages, will remain mediocre and waste their resources. This is the principle I, your ancestor, uphold, and it is also an unchanging principle throughout the entire Great Wei Immortal Dynasty and the entire cultivation world."

This principle doesn't need to be explained; it's already a common understanding. But this is the first time Jiang Qing has heard someone speak so bluntly, like this old bird.

After listening, he seemed to be thinking about it for a while, and after pondering for a long time, he bowed his head in respect.

However, after the old bird finished speaking, he felt that there was nothing more he needed to explain to Jiang Qing, so he simply said, "Things here are almost done, let's prepare to return."

Your family has accumulated some resources in the past year or two, enough for you to cultivate diligently for a while. Use them as you see fit, don't be shy. If your lazy senior brother dares to utter a single word of dissent, report it to me, the Ancestor.”

"Thank you for your kindness, Ancestor!"

Jiang Qing didn't linger; after bowing, he turned and left. Fei Tianqin, just as he had said, didn't take Wu Feng Shangxiu seriously at all, and didn't even bother to summon him after Jiang Qing left.

He walked to a corner of the secluded meditation area, flapped his wings, and summoned the spiritual barrier, revealing the now much rosier-faced Taoist Peng. The latter's face immediately showed a respectful expression: "Greetings, Senior!"

"Hmm, so much demonic beast blood energy is enough to restore your Golden Core cultivation in just a few years. If it weren't for my fear of you, the ancestor, and the fact that you haven't consumed any cultivators' blood energy, you would probably have fully recovered your cultivation by now."

"This junior wouldn't dare!!"

"Ha," Fei Tianqin scoffed, "Stop pretending. I don't feel filial piety towards my ancestor, I only feel disgusted."

Despite being humiliated, Master Peng remained silent and did not get angry.

"Alright, I've done everything I promised you, Ancestor. As long as you tell me the whereabouts of the Crimson Life-Extending Pill, I'll consider setting you free." As Fei Tianqin spoke, he summoned a wisp of life essence trapped in the glass lamp, which nearly made Peng Daoren jump up.

"Senior, that pill is in Puhong Valley!"

"You little brat, you dare to mess with me! That junior is already nearing the end of his life, how could he have preserved the pills until now?!" Enraged, Fei Tianqin flapped his wings, and even though Peng Daoren had already returned to the Golden Core realm, he still had no power to struggle or fight back, and was sent flying.

It couldn't help but be furious. If this fellow had spoken up earlier, it wouldn't have wasted two years here. Even at the risk of Bai Canhong's intervention, it would have already begun plotting to seize the pill!

The newly formed golden core was unstable and on the verge of disintegrating. Peng Daocai hurriedly cried out, "Senior, please forgive me! Pu Honggu, without my method of refining the core, will certainly not be willing to let it be consumed whole, its medicinal power reduced by more than half!"

"Oh?!" Fei Tianqin was about to ask, but then changed his mind. He pressed his cold, sharp toe against Peng Daoren's dantian and asked in a cold voice, "Boy, how long will it take you to refine another Crimson Universe Life-Sustaining Pill?!"

Startled, Peng Daoren shuddered and hurriedly replied, "Back then, I was coerced by Pu Honggu and had my blood essence extracted for nearly two hundred years!! In such a rush, how could I possibly have obtained any more?!"

"Is it because you lack vital energy, or is it because preparing other medicinal materials takes so long?" Fei Tianqin's voice remained icy cold.

Peng Daoren's heart tightened even more, and he said bluntly, "Apart from blood and qi, everything else is easy to obtain! If blood and qi are abundant, it only takes three to five years to refine it!!"

Fei Tianqin slowly lifted his toe from Peng Daoren's dantian, thinking to himself, "That makes things easier. There's still time to make two preparations."

It carried away the glass lamp, leaving Peng Daoren behind, and turned away, muttering to itself, "My younger brother, as the head of the family, is mindful of the clan's reputation and rarely commits murder or takes human pills. I am different; I am a feathered beast. As long as my younger brother can live, I will kill demons and humans alike."

The moment Fei Tianqin had this thought, a murderous aura seemed to overflow from Bearfall Peak and spread to the various spiritual lands that had just been cleansed.

(I'll update earlier tomorrow since it's a holiday. By the way, could those of you who read pirated versions please support me a little? The current performance is really a bit lacking.)

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