Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

When Sanyang heard about the reward, his eyes lit up.

Now he has nothing of value and desperately needs resources.

But the next moment.

He felt the difficulty of the task again and gave a bitter smile.

"Reporting to the Alliance Leader, most Nascent Soul cultivators are aloof and cautious."

"There are very few who are willing to inscribe a divine soul restriction and submit to the emperor."

"It's alright."

Linghu Qing spoke casually.

"There's no need to forcibly imprint the restriction; anyone willing to join is welcome."

what.

One sentence left Sanyang's mind blank.

Can one join the alliance without enforcing any restrictions?

What about his desperate resistance, his willingness to kneel, and his imprinting of the life-and-death restriction?

Oh right, he offended the leader because he was preparing to rebel.

At this thought, my heart ached, and I was filled with unbearable regret.

Hey!

A long sigh, filled with endless frustration and regret.

Hmm? Wait, I have a junior brother!

If we bring him in.

A thought flashed through San Yang's mind.

"Step down."

Linghu Qing waved his hand dismissively.

He didn't ask the other party to help him find the Heavenly Thunder Bamboo, but planned to go to the Wonderful Sound Sect himself later.

Not urgent.

There are still more than ninety years before the Void Heaven Palace opens.

He has time.

Outside the main hall, the wind howled.

Inside the secluded room.

Linghu Qing's fingertips flashed with inspiration as he quickly deduced and modified the plan.

The fatal flaws in the Yin-Yang Reincarnation Technique were eliminated one by one.

After handing the new jade slip to Yuan Yao.

He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.

The spiritual energy around him seemed to be drawn in by an invisible force, converging wildly.

White spiritual energy swirled around him, slowly rotating, while an overwhelming pressure continued to rise.

The air currents were violent, and the spiritual mist was thick.

His cultivation speed is now vastly different from what it used to be.

Without relying on any spiritual medicine, the cultivation speed is five times faster than before.

But he also knew.

The cultivation of the Nascent Soul realm depends more on the amount of spiritual medicine consumed.

Over the past thirty years.

Aside from refining the Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, cultivating the Spirit Eye Tree, and nurturing the growth of millennium-old spiritual herbs.

He nurtured a total of thirteen ancient medicinal herbs and refined them into elixirs.

Take all of them.

He is now at the peak of the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

It's only one step away from the later stages.

Unlike Han Li.

It took more than twenty batches of Cloud-Descent Pills to barely advance from the early stage to the middle stage. Each batch was made with spiritual herbs that were tens of thousands of years old, and their potency was even greater than his own.

He really is just average in talent; I wasn't wrong about him.

It's a complete waste of such precious natural resources.

Spiritual energy gathered wildly, and the light within the secret room was dazzling.

Star Palace.

"After searching for several days, there's been no trace of them!"

"Has Linghu Qing vanished into thin air?"

Several Star Palace elders sat on either side, their faces ashen and their brows furrowed.

Anger surged in his chest, but he had nowhere to vent it.

"This child's methods of concealment are too bizarre. Continue to send more people to investigate; we cannot let our guard down!"

No one knew.

Their target, which they were frantically searching for.

At this moment, he is peacefully seated on Qingyang Mountain, in seclusion, cultivating his spiritual practice with a carefree and contented attitude.

"Disappeared?"

The Six Paths Supreme Saint leaned lazily against the dark throne, murmuring softly, his narrow eyes slightly narrowed, the doubt in his eyes lingering for a long time.

He originally intended to use Linghu Qing as a pawn.

Using them, we can probe the true strength of the Star Palace and stir up the situation in the Star Sea.

Now the other party has vanished into thin air, avoiding contact, rendering his scheme futile.

That's it.

Just pretend this person doesn't exist.

He turned his gaze to the aloof and beautiful woman standing beside him.

The woman had a cool and upright figure, wearing a plain-colored long dress, with an indifferent expression and cold eyes.

It exudes a chilling aura; strangers should stay away.

"How is your spiritual practice progressing lately, Madam?"

"As usual."

Madam Wen did not lift her eyelids, her tone was flat and cold, without any inflection.

Two simple words, utterly perfunctory.

"Never slacken in your spiritual practice; break through the barriers as soon as possible, and do not waste your time."

The Six Paths Supreme Saint's expression turned displeased, and his tone suddenly became stern.

"Where is Tianren?"

"I've gone out."

It remained brief, with no further words.

The Six Paths Supreme Saint frowned slightly, feeling dissatisfied, but did not ask any further questions.

It's meant to be used as a furnace or cauldron anyway.

Between him and her, the relationship had long since fallen apart.

The vast sea.

The sea wind was violent, whipping up white waves several meters high.

Wen Tianren slowly turned around and gazed at the demon island in the distance, which was shrouded in thick black fog year-round.

Gentle gaze, yet resolute as iron.

A subtle sadness lingered deep in his eyes.

No matter when, no matter how dangerous the road ahead, no matter how powerful the enemy.

He will never give up his obsession with resistance.

Even that high and mighty enemy who controlled his fate.

His master was a Six Paths Supreme Saint, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed.

The boundless sea.

The waves surged, and the sea breeze howled, biting to the bone.

Two streaks of light streaked across the sky.

The middle-aged cultivator in front of him had a calm expression and a reserved demeanor.

The old man in the back had a weathered face, a hoarse and dry voice, and a hint of impatience in his brows.

"I said, Sect Leader."

"I was inexplicably added to some Immortal Alliance, and now I'm bound by these restrictions. You've really ruined my life."

The elderly cultivator looked helpless, his tone filled with blunt complaint.

He was originally a Supreme Elder cultivator of the Qingyang Sect, holding a high position and living a carefree life.

Now that he has been placed under the command of a strange immortal alliance, his status has plummeted, and he has become someone else's subordinate.

It's inevitable to complain.

"Junior Brother Mu Yan, would I, your elder brother, harm you?"

"There are some things I can't tell you. You just need to know that the Immortal Alliance has more than this much power."

"The Chaotic Star Sea of ​​the future will belong to the Immortal Alliance."

San Yang's expression was calm, as if he knew the secret, and his tone was confident.

San Yang's expression was calm, as if he knew the secret, and his tone was confident.

But he knows nothing.

There's no one in the Immortal Alliance; they're just fooling their junior brother.

You can't exactly say that I, as the elder brother, am afraid of death and have been placed under a soul-binding restriction, because my junior brother would definitely abandon me and run away alone.

We were classmates, why are you in such a hurry to run away?

Looking at his confident demeanor, Mu Yan was skeptical.

However, since we've already joined, quitting now would mean offending a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

He had no choice but to believe it.

"Alright, I hope what you're saying is true, Sect Leader."

"If we invite Qingyi Jushi to join the Immortal Alliance this time, will he agree? We're not even acquainted."

"Can't it be done if you're not familiar with the person?"

"You never know how close two people who have just met will become."

With a sigh, the Three-Yang Old Demon looked at the island and spoke.

He met with the leader of the alliance.

A soul-binding restriction was directly placed upon it.

"Besides, you're only interested because of the longevity pill, so what are you pretending for?"

"arrive."

"I am extremely confident in my ability to visit Fellow Daoist Qingyi this time."

"The other party's lifespan is nearing its end, and my offer of a longevity pill as a bargaining chip will surely be extremely tempting to him."

The two turned and landed steadily in the air above the island in front of them.

Mu Yan coughed dramatically, his eyes gleaming.

Who wouldn't want a longevity elixir?

Unfortunately, you need contribution points to redeem it, which is why he and Sanyang went out on business – to get credit for each other's work.

Earn contribution points.

ground.

The vegetation is sparse, and the spiritual energy is scarce.

"Qingyang Gate, Sanyang."

"We have come with fellow disciples to pay our respects to Fellow Daoist Qingyi! We humbly request that you show yourself!"

Sanyang raised his head, looked deep into the island, gathered his energy in his dantian, and shouted loudly.