Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

Inside Linghu Qing's body.

The "Withered Wood Classic" activated instantly, locking a large amount of life force within the body, but it still couldn't stop the body from shedding its skin.

The wrinkles on his face smoothed out and faded at a visible speed, and his beard and hair gradually turned black.

The dead skin fell onto the boulder, slid onto the water's surface, and attracted a group of crucian carp to fight for it.

I don't know how much time passed.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the lake again.

The figures reflected in the lake have been completely transformed; there is no trace of age in them.

She looked to be in her early twenties.

With a handsome face and upright posture, dressed in a gray robe, he possessed both the elegance of a cultivator and the calm and imposing presence of a Nascent Soul ancestor.

Her beauty was breathtaking, like that of an immortal.

The fish around him also cheered, splashing water in celebration.

"Not bad, not bad."

He raised his hand to stroke his cheek, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"This face is like a work of art, the most handsome I've ever seen. I never imagined that this old man's body would become so handsome after regaining its youth!"

"Are all old men handsome men when they were young?"

(For details, please refer to the younger version of Qingyi Jushi)

Besides.

He felt that his wisdom was so abundant that it could overflow from his eyes, radiating a brilliant light.

Being incredibly clever doesn't mean having extraordinary comprehension; it focuses more on a person's ability to analyze problems and set traps.

My head feels a little swollen.

Linghu Qing rested his head on one hand, turned his head to the side, and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, a lot of new knowledge popped into my mind, like conspiracies and tricks, and flattery. My brain was working incredibly fast.

I even have the urge to find a demon in my heart and persuade it to reform.

Humans and demons are of the same origin, why are they so eager to harm each other?

Not for any other reason than to prove that I am smart.

Besides.

Countless complex yet clear memories of alchemy still linger in my mind.

From low-level Qi Gathering Pills to mid-to-high-level Nascent Soul Pills, the formula ratios and heat control are crucial.

It has reached a completely new level.

He used to think he needed to practice a few more times, but now he feels he can produce a finished pill without even practicing once.

That's the power of a gold-level keyword!

"If gold is this strong, I wonder how strong red must be?"

Expectations filled my heart

Linghu Qing stretched out his hands in front of his eyes, feeling the surging spiritual power within his body and his rejuvenated physical form, feeling full of confidence.

"Now, I lack nothing!"

He turned his gaze back to the entrance of the valley in the sky.

It's as if I'm looking at the world.

Their ambition for immortality and cultivation was ignited at this moment.

Two seconds later.

Intelligence has regained its dominance.

It's okay to indulge in fantasies, but you still have to face reality.

The demonic forces are about to invade.

He lowered his eyes in deep thought, sorting through the memories in his mind.

Two years ago, the sect retrieved an Ascension Token, which, according to the timeline, belonged to Han Li.

In other words.

Han Li joined Huangfeng Valley two years ago, which means that the invasion of the demonic path has only ten years left.

Ten years will pass in the blink of an eye.

He muttered to himself, a determined glint in his eyes.

We must use the copy panel to frantically increase our strength within this short period of time.

Set yourself a small goal first: protect Yellow Maple Valley.

It would be best to get other sects to contribute more; it would be great if one or two of them could perish together with the demonic path.

Seven sects are too crowded in the small Yue Kingdom.

We must get our hands on that teleportation array at the spirit stone mine. If we ultimately lose, we must retreat as soon as possible.

Linghu Qing figured this out without even thinking, his thoughts flowing like a lubricant.

"Wait! How could I be so bad?"

"I like."

He gave a mischievous smile.

As his thoughts wandered, he suddenly remembered a key figure.

in memory.

This year, a member of the Wang family will become a disciple of Huangfeng Valley.

That disciple was born with the [Mysterious Yin Eye], an extremely rare physique, and could cultivate the lost [Divine Light of Fiery Eyes], which had been lost for hundreds of years and was specifically designed to subdue yin spirits and ghosts.

It is precisely the weapon to fight against evil.

"Eye of Mysterious Yin...that should count as an entry, right?"

A glint flashed in Linghu Qing's eyes, and he had already made up his mind.

Such an extraordinary physique is not to be missed. We must find that member of the Wang family and copy his entry.

After replication and evolution.

I wonder how this entry will evolve into?

Linghu Qing strode away and vanished in an instant.

Confident and composed.

young and energetic.

The morning mist, like a veil, drifted over the green peaks.

At Huangfeng Valley Square.

One particular spot was packed with people, and the noise was deafening.

In the center of the crowd.

Three figures stood facing each other, the atmosphere tense and ready to clash.

The young man, dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, was surrounded by a pale blue spiritual aura.

A wind-attribute aura swirled around him, and his robes fluttered gently in the breeze.

"Hmph, I'll show you what a real unique spiritual root is."

Senior Brother Lu frowned slightly, his tone light: "You two are welcome to attack, but if you dodge, I'll kowtow and apologize to you."

"Today, let me teach you what cultivation is!"

Opposite them, two boys stood side by side, exchanging a glance.

"You really aren't going to dodge?"

Their eyes were full of resentment.

"Senior Brother Lu is so petty, he even bullies children."

The disciples watching whispered among themselves, their voices rising and falling.

"Senior Brother Lu's spiritual power is so strong!"

"Those two junior brothers are not weak either; this conflict will likely be difficult to determine a winner."

On the edge of the crowd.

A figure dressed in a yellow shirt and gray clothes stood quietly.

It was Han Li.

He was thin and wiry, with a wary look in his eyes, yet he stared intently at the arena, his gaze filled with envy.

He gazed at the wind spiritual energy surrounding Senior Brother Lu, and at the lightning at the fingertips of his two junior brothers. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he clenched his fists.

Although he was also a cultivator, he had no outstanding spiritual roots or amazing talent; all he had was his perseverance day after day.

Han Li swallowed enviously, secretly resolving that one day he too would reach the Foundation Establishment stage.

Become a Foundation Establishment True Person!

Not far away, a blue figure swept across the sky.

Linghu Qing teleported from a distance and stopped in mid-air.

His gaze swept over the crowd below.

One or more entries appeared above everyone's heads, densely packed together at a glance.

People with trypophobia will have an attack if they see this.

He was curious about their entries, but now was not the time to look at them.

His figure flashed.

Without pausing for a moment, he teleported again and disappeared into the sky.

The last rays of the setting sun bathed the square.

Inside the sect's main hall.

The smoke from the cigarettes was warm and cozy.

Beside the carved wooden table, Zhong Lingdao held a teacup, a smile playing on his lips, his gaze fixed on the jade slip on the table, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

On the jade slip.

It clearly records the four disciples with extraordinary talents.

The two Murong brothers, both possessing lightning spiritual roots, have top-tier cultivation talent and astonishing combat power;

A boy surnamed Li who is only eleven years old.

He broke through to the ninth level of Qi Refining without taking any pills, and his cultivation speed was no weaker than that of someone with a different spiritual root, showing his extraordinary talent.

There was also a young man from the Wang family who was born with the Mysterious Yin Eye and had a special physique.

"With these children, the future of the sect is promising."

He gently stroked the jade slip, murmuring softly, his eyes sweeping over the two characters "Wang Tong," his eyes filled with expectation.

Especially this one.

Such a physique is even rarer than that of a unique spiritual root.

He raised his hand and poured a cup of hot tea. The rising steam dispelled the slight chill in the hall. He pondered in his heart how much reward he would receive for recruiting these exceptionally talented disciples for the sect.

Just then.

A dark shadow suddenly flashed through the hall, and the jade slip on the table vanished instantly.

"Who?"

Zhong Lingdao's heart tightened, and he abruptly stood up, his gaze sweeping across the hall, his tone tinged with panic:

"Did you...did you attract a thief?"

"It is I. Do not make a sound."

A deep, powerful voice slowly drifted through the air, carrying an air of authority.

It's the voice of our ancestor!

Zhong Lingdao was startled and quickly bowed respectfully, saying, "This disciple understands and will never tell anyone."

He stared at the empty desk, his eyes filled with awe.

Is this the strength of a Nascent Soul cultivator?

Before him, even a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator like him was like an ant!

"Does the Ancestor have any further instructions?"

No one answered.

After waiting for a long time, I felt that the ancestor had already left.

Zhong Lingdao then rushed out of the main hall, stood on the steps at the entrance, and looked up at the sky.

The wind brings a refreshing scent from the mountains.

He gazed at the lingering shadow on the distant horizon, his eyes filled with envy.

"In the end, I still didn't get to see the true face of the ancestor."

He sighed softly, a hint of regret hidden in his eyes.

"Sect Leader, what happened?"

The guard beside him quickly stepped forward and spoke respectfully.

"Nothing's wrong, don't make a fuss."

Zhong Lingdao slowly turned around, waved his hand, and his face returned to calm.

He returned to the main hall with his hands behind his back.

Upon hearing this, the guards immediately bowed and retreated, still maintaining a vigilant posture, their eyes scanning the surroundings warily, fearing the slightest possible accident.