Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

The surrender of the Three Yang Old Demon was unexpected by Linghu Qing, yet it was also reasonable.

After all, there is someone named Xuan Gu in the Chaotic Star Sea.

Submit, beg for mercy.

To survive, Xuan Gu, a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator, even addressed Han Li, a Core Formation cultivator, as "master."

Compared to Xuan Gu.

He didn't seem so surprised by Sanyang's surrender.

After all, he was stronger than him, a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

Above the vast sky.

Two streaks of azure light pierced the sky, one after the other, sweeping across the rolling green mountains.

The speed is not fast, but steady and composed.

Below, countless Qingyang Sect disciples looked up, their faces filled with confusion.

"Who is that?"

"That one should be the sect leader, but who is that senior with the escaping light beside him?"

"A Nascent Soul cultivator has visited our sect."

Whispers rose and fell.

No one dared to speak out loud.

Linghu Qing glanced indifferently at the sects below.

His gaze was calm, but he silently judged in his heart.

Qingyang Sect has a solid foundation.

Aside from San Yang, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, there is also an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator hidden within the sect.

There were more than a dozen Core Formation cultivators.

There are over a thousand Foundation Establishment disciples.

The energy has been refined to tens of thousands.

If placed in the southern region, their overall strength would be even greater than that of the Hidden Moon Sect.

This person is Sanyang.

His strength has actually been underestimated; he is very strong and can unleash a powerful attack at the late Nascent Soul stage.

Although it's the ultimate trump card, the price is high.

However, he has almost no rivals in the mid-Nascent Soul stage.

The bearded man was arrogant and cruel, and always looked down on everyone, but he was wary of Sanyang.

If it comes down to a fight, Qingyang Sect might not necessarily lose even if they were to contend with three Nascent Soul cultivators from Gujian Sect.

The summit of Qingyang Peak.

This place is perpetually tainted by demonic energy, the mountains and forests are blackened, miasma pervades, and eerie winds howl.

The gloomy and oppressive environment made one feel suffocated.

Linghu Qing frowned, displeased.

"The demonic energy here is too strong."

"After cleaning up, I will stay here temporarily."

"Yes."

Without uttering a single wasted word, Sanyang raised his hands to form a hand seal.

The surrounding demonic energy was forcibly pulled and poured into his body.

In just a few breaths.

The air at the mountaintop was clear, the chilly wind had dissipated, leaving only cold rocks, withered grass, and black wood.

Linghu Qing led the two women and slowly stepped into the main hall.

Sanyang lagged behind by half a step, bowing his head and following.

He quietly watched the figure in blue robes ahead, his gaze complex and unreadable.

After seven hundred years of arduous cultivation, he reached the Nascent Soul stage and roamed freely across the chaotic star sea.

Half a lifetime of killing and fighting, half a lifetime of madness.

In the end, one slip-up led to him becoming someone else's subordinate.

Gloomy, stifling, powerless.

The years that followed seemed to be shrouded in darkness.

His gaze inadvertently fell on the two women in front of him.

Is the other person a lecher?

A thought flickered in Sanyang's mind.

If you put more effort into your appearance, perhaps you can get him to be more forgiving of you.

The main hall was empty, and the stone pillars were cold.

"Husband, let's go tidy up the cave."

Yuan Yao spoke softly, her eyes gentle.

"What kind of layout does the master prefer? I will have it renovated immediately."

Sanyang bowed and asked in a low voice.

Arrangement?

Linghu Qing thought for a moment, and the image of Huangfeng Valley and Lingxi Valley from the past subconsciously surfaced in his mind.

Lightly touch the center of the brow with your fingertips.

A wisp of divine consciousness surged directly into Sanyang's mind.

in the picture.

The mountains stretch endlessly, and the streams murmur gently.

The spiritual energy was so dense that it was visible to the naked eye, and white mist swirled around the valley.

A towering tree stands in the middle of the valley, its branches thick and its leaves lush and green.

The spiritual liquid flowed slowly down the tree trunk, brimming with endless vitality.

"This...this is the Tree of Spiritual Eyes?"

So big!

San Yang's pupils suddenly contracted, and a storm raged in his heart.

Compared to this gloomy and desolate mountain, that valley was like a pure land in a fairyland.

It's simply a paradise on earth.

Could it be that the master accidentally found such a blessed place, devoted himself to cultivation, and reached the late stage of Nascent Soul?

Waiting for the cultivation to reach its full potential.

The spiritual energy of this blessed land has little effect, which is why I have only now left the mountains to enter the world.

He kept piecing together fragments of Linghu Qing's background in his mind, and his envy grew stronger.

If he also had such a heaven-defying opportunity, why would he be trapped in the Chaotic Star Sea, having to be subservient to others and become their appendage?

Unfortunately, fate is fickle, and destiny is predetermined.

"Owner."

"With such abundant spiritual energy, even if I emptied all the spirit stones of the Qingyang Sect, I would still be powerless to replicate it."

Sanyang gave a wry smile and answered truthfully.

"It's alright, just do your best."

"Oh, right, here you go. It's bound to your consciousness; you'll figure out how to use it yourself."

Linghu Qing casually tossed a simple black token into the air.

He never expected the other party to replicate Lingxi Valley.

Sanyang raised his hand and took it.

Without hesitation, he infiltrated the token with his divine sense for a moment, and the token became slightly warm.

A simple, transparent panel appeared out of thin air in his mind.

[Immortal Alliance Token]

Holder: Sanyang Laomo

Friend slot: Linghu Zhenjun

Group chat: Immortal Alliance (2/2)

Functional sections: Skill Hall, Bounty Hall, Assessment Tower...

"It's actually a remote communication artifact! And the master is also proficient in the art of artifact crafting?"

Sanyang's eyes were full of wonders.

He wasn't surprised that there were only two people.

Linghu Qing must have just set sail, and he had expected to encounter few people.

Moving the gaze downwards, a section titled "Cultivation Techniques Pavilion" stands out prominently.

Gongfa Pavilion?

What level of cultivation technique could a rogue cultivator in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm without any lineage possess?

He held a slight disdain in his heart, but with a thought, he focused and clicked on it.

next moment.

Sanyang's breathing suddenly stopped, his heart clenched, and his blood almost froze.

This, this!

The names of the various martial arts techniques were neatly listed on the panel.

Black, gold, blood red, and dark blue—the labels for various martial arts techniques shimmered with a faint light.

Black, gold, blood red, and dark blue—the labels for various martial arts techniques shimmered with a faint light.

Many of the exercise methods have unfamiliar names.

He lived for seven hundred years and had never heard or seen anything like it.

however.

The names of several familiar cultivation techniques particularly shook him to his core.

That is a top-tier demonic technique.

At this moment, it is randomly mixed in with the list, unremarkable.

His gaze darted around rapidly, his pupils dilating continuously.

Within the same contribution value range, there are actually more than ten other top-tier secret manuals of the same level.

Above this, there are even higher-level cultivation techniques!

The sheer number and the high quality of the goods were astonishing.

This is far more than just a simple identity token.

This is clearly a forced combination and compression of the treasured cultivation techniques of several major sects, all contained within a small token.

pity.

His contribution value is zero, completely empty.

They could only observe the name of the cold-blooded martial arts technique, but could not read a single word inside.

A tremendous sense of loss, greed, and regret instantly overwhelmed his mind.

My previous firm judgment collapsed in an instant.

Overseas ascetic practices?

Shit!

Which overseas arduous training method could accumulate such a massive amount of top-level techniques?

He seemed to see the remains of sects scattered everywhere.

"Master...where exactly do you come from?"

San Yang's Adam's apple bobbed as he suppressed the shock in his heart and cautiously opened his mouth.

"Stop calling me master, call me Alliance Leader."

Linghu Qing remained calm, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

You don't need to delve into my background.

"Join my Immortal Alliance, do your job well, and I'll naturally give you the contribution points."

Although Sanyang mistakenly thought he was in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, he was actually only in the middle stage and planned to improve his cultivation level first.

Moreover, they experienced the Star Palace incident.

He felt it was necessary to find some manpower.

Unlike Xiang Zhili, who hid his identity and stayed in the sect for more than ten years just to go into the secret realm to see if there were any reverse spirit passages, he didn't have that special fetish.

Too much trouble, too perverse.

He usually enjoys a peaceful and quiet life and challenges his weaknesses.

He wanted his subordinates to handle the miscellaneous tasks, so that when it was his turn to step in, he could directly confront the person in charge, finish the work quickly, and leave work early.

Everyone knows his name.

There won't be any scenes where clowns mock or ridicule him, wasting his time.

"Understood."

San Yang nodded solemnly, hesitated for a moment, and reluctantly took out a dark, antique-looking storage bag.

Inside the storage ring were all the treasures he had accumulated over seven hundred years of cultivation.

Rare elixirs, sinister artifacts, unusual minerals, ancient scrolls...

This was all the wealth he had accumulated through a lifetime of killing, fighting, and plundering.

At this moment, I offer it all up without holding anything back.

Linghu Qing casually took it, his expression indifferent.

These treasures are considered quite good in the Chaotic Star Sea.

In his eyes, it was quite good.

He accepted it with a smile.

"If you surrender with the entire Qingyang Sect, I will give you 1,000 contribution points."

"From now on, for each Nascent Soul cultivator recruited into the alliance, an additional reward of one thousand will be given."

One thousand contribution points.

This is equivalent to one thousand mid-grade spirit stones or one hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones.

It is less than one-tenth of all of Sanyang's treasures.