This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 283: Indecision, Take the Lead

Yanfeng City, City Lord’s Mansion.

The new city lord, Feng Wenshu, looked through the account book and became more and more speechless.

Three days ago, Xiang Yuan presented facts and reasoned with the Feng Mansion. With his elegant and easy-going swordsmanship, he successfully convinced everyone and won the throne of the head of the family.

When he became the leader, everyone was convinced. Everyone in the Feng family was crying for joy, and some people even fainted from excitement.

What does it mean to be popular?
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For three consecutive days, Xiang Yuan held a small banquet at Feng Mansion. On the first day, he celebrated himself becoming the head of the family. On the second day, he celebrated himself becoming the city lord. On the third day, he celebrated his 32nd birthday in advance.

Next door was Feng Jiahe's banquet. After the guests had finished one table, there was still room for another. Everyone was cursing and saying that they really couldn't eat any more.

It’s not that I really can’t afford it, the key is that my wallet can’t take it. How can a good person make money like this? He has no shame at all.

In just three days, rumors spread throughout Yanfeng City. No one knew where the truth came from, saying that within less than a year since the new city lord Feng Wenshu took office, Yanfeng City had risen to prominence.

Xiang Yuan was unmoved. He was shameless. No, Feng Wenshu’s reputation was ruined, so what did it have to do with him, Xiang Wentian.

Li Xianyuan hasn't spoken yet!
The head of the Feng family is the lord of Yanfeng City. On the first day of becoming the head of the family, Xiang Yuan automatically promoted to the lord of the city. He said that the old man had not been buried yet, so all ceremonies should be simple, and only the fourth branch and the elders of the clan were invited to the banquet.

Dozens of people sat at a round table, their blood pressure was high, it was so warm.

Immediately, a great scholar came out to debate.

The group of white-bearded elders sang praises, saying that the patriarch's move had far-reaching implications. It seemed like a challenge, but in fact it was not. The Feng family had not been so united for many years, and everyone felt warm not only physically but also in their hearts.

Low EQ: It's so damn crowded. They collected so much money but they didn't even want to put up a few decent tables. All they serve is vegetables and tofu. Sooner or later they will be too stingy to kill you.

High emotional intelligence: Unite as one, keep safe with vegetables and tofu, and refuse extravagance and waste starting from the head of the household. We have learned our lesson.

When it came time to hand over 70% of the money, the great scholar stood up to argue, saying that without the hard work of the master of the family, everyone would not be able to enjoy the good life, and it was all because of the master of the family's blessing, so the money was worth it.

Was the 70% share submitted by the fourth room discounted? Are there other account books that have not been exposed? The answer is yes.

So, after the three-day vegetarian banquet ended, Xiang Yuan went straight to the City Lord’s Mansion.

After checking the accounts, they found that the fires were everywhere and they could not find any clues.

In the early years, when the Feng family was still prosperous, they were well versed in economics and management, understood sustainable development, and knew how to make steady profits, making Yanfeng City prosperous.

In recent years, there are too many mountaintops in the family, and even more people in charge. The old Feng family does not do anything that people can do, but finds new ways to drain the pond and catch fish. The money they get is either enjoyed by themselves, or used to build connections everywhere and recruit thugs, making Yanfeng City a mess.

"Damn it, Yanfeng City's taxes have not been collected until thirty years later!"

Xiang Yuan was furious. How could he manage the tax construction of Yanfeng City with this group of insects?

The key point is that they have taken all the money. What is there for him, the new city lord, to do? Should he organize the gentry and wealthy and call on the outer disciples to donate money to suppress the bandits?

Stop making trouble. Yanfeng City is the territory of Tianjian Pavilion. If there are any bandits who are so stupid as to occupy the mountain and become the king, if there are any real bandits, it can only be Tianjian Pavilion itself.

Xiang Yuan became the city lord for only three reasons: to make money, to make money, and to make money again. He wanted to make money and run away. Thinking that there was no hope of collecting taxes, he decisively abandoned the city lord's mansion, picked up his sword, and went straight to the fourth room.

In just one day, every household in the four families was filled with cries of grief. If nothing had happened, people would have thought that bandits had come!
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At the Feng Mansion, Xiang Yuan was sitting in the garden courtyard drinking tea.

I have been earning quite well these days and have saved enough to marry several wives. I am disgusted with the smell of money all over myself, so I drink tea to cultivate my character.

Not to mention, after being influenced by Xiang Ming, he actually developed a temperament of being calm and indifferent to fame and fortune. He could confidently say to others - I don't love money!
Looking back on the past, Xiang Yuan found that his happiest time was when he was a constable in the Fengxian Yamen. At that time, he lived frugally, knowing that if he could hold on for a few more months, he would be able to buy a good knife.

"Master Feng, I am honored to be your younger sister."

Wang Yunxi came uninvited and glanced at Xiang Yuan's waist. Not seeing the Crazy Beauty Sword, a trace of regret appeared on her face.

"So you are Miss Wang. Excuse me, please take a seat."

The two sat opposite each other, both with expressionless faces. They had clearly been engaged in previous years, but when they met, they did not recognize each other and were like strangers.

Xiang Yuan used the excuse of holding a teacup to cover himself and glanced at Wang Yunxi out of the corner of his eye. He didn't go over to beat people up in the middle of the night with a mask on because he was afraid of being used as a gun by Feng Jiahe. But Wang Yunxi, on the other hand, took the initiative to come over to get scolded.

What? Do you really think that after drinking two cups of tea, Feng Wenshu would be able to improve his character and become speechless?

Xiang Yuan moistened his throat. The Wang family genealogy came to his lips, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Based on his observation, Feng Jiahe had probably guessed that he was not 'Feng Wenshu'. It was already outrageous that the old guy pretended to be dead, and he also ignored him, an outsider, and became the head of the family, making a lot of money and collecting memberships. It was simply unbelievable.

For a big family like the Feng family, money is just external possessions that can be earned again if lost. Maintaining the family's basic foundation is the top priority.

The key point is that Xiang Yuan's efforts caused serious damage to the Feng family and indeed disrupted the basic situation.

He swept away a large number of natural treasures, and also snatched away the magic weapons that Ma Yu and the other three used to cultivate both their lives and their souls, which destroyed most of their cultivation. On a rounded basis, Feng's vitality was severely damaged, and it would take him several decades to recover.

There was already a gap between the old and the new, and now even the yellow can’t turn yellow.

The Spirit Transformation Stage is not an ordinary asset. Ma Yu and the other four have already condensed magic weapons, and any one of them can be pulled out to found a sect and take charge of a religion.

As long as Feng Jiahe sat up in shock from his dying illness and revealed his cultivation level of the Tongyou period, Ma Yu and the other three would immediately bow down and shout that they had met a wise leader, without any hesitation.

Xiang Yuan judges others by himself. If he were Feng Jiahe, he would never allow an outsider to do whatever he wants.

But Feng Jiahe just didn't care, and turned a deaf ear to everything else outside the coffin. He just wanted to lie on the bed.

Xiang Yuan analyzed and organized the clues at hand. The current interests of the Feng family are not important to Feng Jiahe. Even if he turned Yanfeng City upside down, Feng Jiahe would not stand up and say a word.

Secondly, Feng Jiahe was quite displeased with the two Wangs. For some reasons, he was not in a position to do anything about it, so he instigated him to drive them away.

Feng Jiahe is waiting for something more important!
Wang is also waiting!
Moreover, Wang had someone to rely on this time, so Feng Jiahe was cautious and could not take direct action.

Only a Tongyouqi can deal with a Tongyouqi. The only one who can make Feng Jiahe unable to take action is the Tongyouqi behind Wang.

There is also a master in the Tongyou period in Yanfeng City!
"So that's it..."

Xiang Yuan gently blew away the floating fragrance in the cup, and his mind suddenly became clear. No wonder he always felt that there was something weird everywhere. It turned out that there were two masters of the Tongyou period playing a game behind Yanfeng City.

The question is, what are you two waiting for?
Pie in the sky?
Or is it the appearance of a natural treasure that even a master of the Tongyou stage would be excited about?

Xiang Yuan glanced at Wang Yunxi who seemed to be hesitant to speak, and wondered in his mind whether he should use his beauty to extract important information from Wang Yunxi using his outstanding personal charm and unparalleled eloquence.

This is what he did when renting a house, and he had never failed, so he was full of confidence.

On second thought, Wang Yunxi might not know the truth. What's more, Wang's Tongyouqi master was in the city. If the other party noticed the clues, he would be forced to fight with the Tongyouqi master. Wouldn't that let Feng Jiahe get a great advantage?

This is not how one cultivates immortality, and this is not how the art of war is written.

Xiang Yuan secretly shook his head and decided to play it safe. According to the matching mechanism, a weak and powerless person like him in the Spiritual Transformation Stage would become a chess piece on the chessboard of a Grand Master in the Passage of the Tomb if he was not careful.

Feng Jiahe was already pushing him into the game, so there was no reason for him to rush forward.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't use the beauty trap. He should conserve his energy and go back to use it on Chan'er. The little witch likes him so much, he will surely succeed.

Seeing that Xiang Yuan didn't say anything and was even too lazy to pay attention to her, Wang Yunxi felt bored and stood up and bowed to leave.

He returned to the guest room and shook his head at his uncle Wang Mifeng.

"How was it, did he scold you?"

"..."

Uncle, do you want to listen to what you are saying?
Wang Yunxi sighed: "He didn't swear at me, he just ignored me and ignored me."

"I might as well scold you!"

Wang Mifeng sighed and said, "So you didn't mention the engagement?"

"It's better not to say anything than to humiliate yourself."

"That being said, the auspicious day for Feng Jiahe's burial will be in three days. We are outsiders after all. It will be difficult for us to sneak into the Feng family's ancestral land without a reason..."

Wang Mifeng stared at Wang Yunxi. Seeing that Wang Yunxi lowered his head and looked as if he was in a trance, he did not dare to force him. "Forget it. When the time comes, go there shamelessly. As long as you can avoid Feng Wenshu, I will find a way to get in. Then the task assigned by my brother will be completed."

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three days later.

Before dawn, Yanfeng City was filled with solemnity.

In front of the Feng Mansion, white banners were hung high, paper money was flying, and mournful music was playing in the background.

Feng Jiahe's coffin was slowly carried out. It was made of top-grade black wood and was as black as ink. Eight strong and sturdy Xiantian disciples carried the coffin on their shoulders and marched in unison. The funeral procession was huge, with everyone wearing mourning clothes. It almost occupied the entire street. The Feng family's ancestral home was located at the foot of Yangui Mountain outside the city, with green mountains behind it and clear water in front of it, and it had excellent feng shui.

From afar, the ancestral land is magnificent. At the entrance is a monument several feet high with four characters "Tianjian Fengshi" written on it. After the monument, there is a sacred road paved with bluestone, with dozens of stone statues standing on both sides, including cranes, unicorns, blue dragons and other auspicious animals.

At the end of the sacred road is a huge altar, which is also the entrance to the tombs of Feng’s ancestors. There are many tombstones engraved with many names.

The coffin was slowly placed in the center of the altar, and the Feng family members came forward one by one to kowtow.

A white-bearded elder held a sacrificial text in his hand and read aloud: "Feng's ancestors are above us. Today, the head of the Feng family, Feng, has returned to his ancestral land... May the ancestors bless us and protect the prosperity of our Feng family's descendants, and may the blessings last forever..."

Xiang Yuan had a blank expression on his face after hearing the words of his inferior ancestors. He glanced at the two idle people from the Wang family and then at Feng Jiahe's motionless coffin. He kept his eyes on the altar, pondering as if thinking about something.

There were no rare treasures that were born in the world, but there was a huge cemetery.

What does this mean? Feng Jiahe was too embarrassed to dig up his own ancestral grave, so he lay in the coffin and sneaked in to dig secretly?
Wang is also here to dig up the grave?
What is the difference between this and the despicable vigil-keeping sect?
I'll torture you, and you'll have a grave!
While Xiang Yuan was complaining, the elder finally finished reading the long and boring eulogy, threw the sacrificial text in his hand into the brazier, and the flames soared into the sky with a whoosh.

The paper ashes drifted in the wind, spiraling up into the sky, as if Feng Jiahe was waving goodbye to everyone.

Almost at the same time, the altar burst into a sky-high light. The dazzling light shot straight into the sky, piercing through the sky and earth, breaking through the thick clouds, and illuminating the entire Yangui Mountain.

Then, the altar began to rumble and tremble, and as the light faded, a bottomless corridor was revealed, with stone steps winding down and leading to the depths of the dark mausoleum.

For a moment, there was a loud cry, and Xiang Yuan also howled twice.

Although the Old Feng family had a status in Yanfeng City, they were not so arrogant as to bury a living person with the deceased, so the innate period who carried the coffin had to return.

Xiang Yuan saw the coffin slowly move into the corridor and said to Feng Wenyu, "Don't move around here. Take charge of the situation. I'll go over and see if the old man has anything else to say."

"Ah, oh."

Feng Wenyu knew that the old man was not dead, but he didn't know why all this happened. Being a person of his character, he didn't ask any questions and just followed the arrangements of the new head of the family.

In the crowd, Wang Mifeng was secretly waiting for an opportunity. Seeing Xiang Yuan's figure disappear in the corridor, he flicked his fingers hidden in his sleeve.

In an instant, sand and rocks flew everywhere and strong winds blew up.

The strange wind came and went quickly. No one noticed that the two Wang family members who came to watch the ceremony disappeared. They just thought they had gone back.

……

Tianjian Pavilion separated from Tianzong. Thousands of years ago, the five veins had already become powerful.

The Feng family occupied the Yangui Mountain, which has excellent feng shui, and built a huge mausoleum. Today, a thousand years later, the interior space is still spacious and does not need to be expanded. It is enough to accommodate the coffins of hundreds of family heads.

Xiang Yuan followed Feng Jiahe's coffin all the way and noticed that there were two people behind him. He curled his lips slightly and thought to himself, "As expected."

At the end of the corridor, the dome space occupies a very large area, and coffins are neatly arranged in a formation.

He spread his perception far away, looking down from above, and observed for a while, but still couldn't figure out what kind of formation it was. He only knew that the surrounding space was fluctuating strangely, and there should be a folded space or a small cave.

There is also a mausoleum!
"Master, the old man's coffin has been placed properly. We shouldn't stay any longer and disturb our ancestors. It's time to go." said an elder in charge of placing the coffin.

"You go first. I've been away for a long time and I want to talk to the old man."

"Then you better hurry up. The entrance to the mausoleum will be closed after one stick of incense."

"It's okay. I'm the head of the family and I have the seal on me. I have my own ways to leave." Xiang Yuan patted the head of the family's seal hanging on his waist.

How come I didn’t know that the family head’s seal has this effect?
The clan elder was puzzled, but thought that the previous patriarchs were hiding something, so he said nothing and left first with the few innate-stage people who were carrying the coffin.

After everyone left, Xiang Yuan knocked on the coffin and said, "Everyone has left, it's time for you to come out..."

The sound was so loud that the two people following behind could hear it clearly.

It's not that easy to reap the benefits while sitting back and doing the bidding. Get up!
But it was of no use. Feng Jiahe said nothing, as if he was sleeping soundly in a coffin, and did not respond at all.

Xiang Yuan's heart skipped a beat as he vaguely realized something. He used his supernatural power to push open the coffin lid and saw that Feng Jiahe was alive and well, without any breath at all. He felt unwell.

dead!

Xiang Yuan: (￣□￣」)」

"Oh my god, they are really the vigil-keeping sect!" Xiang Yuan couldn't help but burst out with a curse.

As smart as he was, it was clear to him that Ji Boli's information was correct and Feng Jiahe had indeed passed away.

The 'Feng Jiahe' who had been talking to him these days was not himself at all, so he didn't care that he had crippled Ma Yu and four others, and was still making a lot of money.

Who knows, in the eyes of the other party, he, the third young master, is the real member of the Feng family!

Xiang Yuan was speechless for a moment. Thinking about how he had called him "Dad" twice before against his conscience, he took a step back and got angrier and angrier.

The most taboo for those who practice Taoism is unclear thoughts. This father, no matter what he says, the other party will call him back.

He no longer cared about the two tails behind him, closed the coffin lid, closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, then stretched out his hand and waved forward, pushing away the ripples of the water curtain, and jumped into the small cave.

The sky was spinning and the scenery in front of me changed drastically.

The cliffs are thousands of feet high and the canyons are deep.

This is a dark and lightless world. The dark clouds are piled up into blocks. The cliffs on both sides of the canyon are like giant arms, reaching into the sky, and the surface is covered with cracks and weathering marks from the years.

Cold wind whistled and swirled in the canyon, sweeping up gravel and dust, forming black whirlpools in the air. The cyclones were shrill, like the whispers of countless resentful souls, carrying a biting chill, stirring the already oppressive air.

Below the abyss, it is pitch black and bottomless.

This small cave seemed to be abandoned by the world. The laws of heaven and earth were unclear and the air was filled with the smell of corruption. Occasionally, a few flashes of lightning would break through the clouds, disappearing in a flash, leaving behind an even deeper darkness.

When in doubt, take the initiative!
Xiang Yuan raised his hand and inserted the Crazy Beauty Sword into his waist. Although the Rouge Sword had a scabbard, it did not affect the sword's ability to cut through space and summon the edge of the crimson universe.

Xiang Yuan rose up into the air, his body as fast as lightning, and headed straight for the tallest vertical wall pillar in the distance.

Along the way, sword marks passed silently, and the sword energy was like a thread, cutting a series of slightly reddish cracks. These cracks seemed insignificant, but they seemed to have subtly changed the structure of this small cave, causing it to gradually fall into the shape of Xiangyuan.

After he left, three figures passed through the entrance and walked in at a leisurely pace.

The leading man was wearing a master's robe, with a jade-like face, black-dyed hair, and fluttering sleeves like flowing clouds. A sword hung from his waist, the scabbard was simple and plain, but there was a faint green light flowing, as if it contained the power of heaven and earth.

The most eye-catching thing is his pair of hands. His hands are as slender as jade, without any calluses on the palms, with distinct knuckles, and pure gold and unpolished jade, as if he had never held a sword.

Tianjian Pavilion, Wang family, Grandmaster of the Tongyou period, Master of the Tianqian Sword.

Wang Mifeng and Wang Yunxi stood behind the sword master, with the cultivation level of the Spiritual Transformation Stage, and stood like minions.

"Brother, the third young master of the Feng family has also come in." Wang Mifeng frowned.

If a fight breaks out later, my brother won't want to bully the weak, so if he and Wang Yunxi fight against Feng Wenshu, maybe, possibly, they will not be the match.

"The ancestral graves of my family have been dug up. No one can bear it. It's only right that this has happened."

Tianqian Sword Master nodded and looked at the direction where Xiang Yuan disappeared, seeming to admire him: "Feng Wenshu's swordsmanship is at an impressive level, and he has a promising future. If not for this, within ten years, the Feng family must have a master of the Tongyou stage. Unfortunately...he is here."

"Brother, who dares to impersonate Feng Jiahe and deceive his three sons?"

"Such despicable means can only be used by the scum of the Soul Guarding Sect..."

When the Soul Guarding Sect was mentioned, Tianqian Sword Master, like everyone else, showed displeasure on his face: "This person is a secretive person, with only the status of a Grandmaster, but it is difficult for him to become a powerful figure. He is definitely not my opponent. When he takes the Feng family's relics, I will borrow them to have a look."

There are strong and weak masters. Those who come from the Tongyou period of the Soul Guarding Sect are always timid when facing enemies, and their evaluation has never been high.

At this point, he closed his eyes and sensed it for a moment, then sneered, "He uses his demonic energy to control the Little Cave Heaven. This beast has some skills. If he can defeat my three swords and use the Little Cave Heaven as a support, I might even be a little more afraid of him."

The master of Tianqian Sword had extraordinary cultivation and could sense the demonic energy emanating from the crimson universe. However, because it was so weak and difficult to develop into a powerful force, he did not take it seriously.

And based on their experience in the underworld, they put the blame on 'Feng Jiahe'.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Lord of Tianqian Sword flicked his sleeves, and his figure was like a cloud, slowly moving towards the pillar of the sky.

Wang Mifeng and Wang Yunxi followed closely behind, with their own master of the Tongyou period at their side, and they walked calmly, as if this small cave was already in the Wang family's pocket.

This is a sure thing! x2
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