Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

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A secluded cave dwelling is hidden among the cliffs halfway up the mountain, its entrance concealed by a pale white array of light.

Inside the cave.

The hermit Qingyi sat upright on the stone couch, dressed in a plain-colored Taoist robe, his hair half-white, his face thin and refined.

He raised his hand and slowly stroked his long, white beard, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"I never expected so many people to come to see me today."

He was in front of him.

The Yin Ancestor had a sinister face, narrow eyebrows and eyes, and a deep gaze. He subconsciously looked into the depths of the cave.

His eyes held surprise, along with a hint of barely concealed apprehension.

Why is the Three Yang Old Demon here?

This guy's tough; he's not someone to mess with.

"Fellow Daoists, please come in."

Qingyi activated the formation.

San Yang and Mu Yan stepped into the cave.

The cave was clean and simple, without any luxurious furnishings, only simple stone tables and benches, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance of herbs.

And, extreme yin.

San Yang glanced at him indifferently.

The group took their seats one by one.

"Today, my humble abode on Nanhe Island is truly honored."

Qingyi picked up the stone cup, slowly sipped the tea, and his smile remained unchanged.

The tea was light and the steam rose gently.

The group exchanged a few pleasantries, their words subtle yet each harboring their own thoughts.

"What are you doing here, Ji Yin?"

San Yang's gaze swept silently over the gloomy profile of the Extreme Yin Ancestor.

"..."

"I heard that Fellow Daoist Qingyi has a fragment of the Void Heaven Palace map, so I have come to make a deal."

"What brings Fellow Daoist Sanyang here, along with Fellow Daoist Muyan?"

The Yin Ancestor raised his eyes, his wary gaze falling on the Three Yangs.

And there's Mu Yan.

Fragments of the Void Heaven Palace map?

A thought flickered in Sanyang's mind.

The Void Heaven Palace.

The secret realm that all cultivators in the Chaotic Star Sea dream of.

It contains countless treasures.

If we can acquire this fragment of the map and deliver it to the alliance leader, we can certainly exchange it for a considerable number of contribution points.

Although the Void Heaven Remnant Map is useless to late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, it is still considered a treasure.

Within the Immortal Alliance, resources can be exchanged for contribution points, but the alliance only accepts high-level treasures.

The Immortal Alliance does not accept low-level materials.

Magical artifacts and ancient treasures should be kept for personal use; even fewer can be used to exchange for contribution points.

He is over seven hundred years old this year. As a Nascent Soul cultivator, his lifespan is long, so he is not in a hurry to prolong his life.

But he took a fancy to a martial arts manual.

The Great Evolution Scripture.

A cultivation method specifically designed to temper one's divine sense and strengthen one's spiritual power is very important for Nascent Soul cultivators.

The cultivation technique has seven levels in total.

He has only redeemed up to the fifth level so far, and he is still two levels away from redeeming.

Moreover.

Even if there are still other treasures after exchanging for the seventh floor, he can never have too many contribution points.

"What a coincidence."

"I, too, have come for the incomplete map."

San Yang remained calm and did not reveal his original purpose.

Upon hearing this...

The Old Ancestor of Extreme Yin's expression instantly turned ugly, and his brows furrowed tightly.

He knew it in his heart.

If it were a real bidding war, he would definitely lose to Sanyang.

Sanyang has a deep foundation and formidable strength. If things really come to a head, only they will suffer.

Qingyi sat to the side, taking in the expressions of the two of them, and his smile grew even wider.

"It seems that this fragment of my map is of particular importance."

"Gentlemen, would you like to bid on the spot?"

"No need."

The Yin Ancestor waved his hand coldly, his tone curt.

He voluntarily withdrew from the competition.

Bidding for a fragment of a painting would only offend the Three Yang Demons for nothing; it's a losing proposition.

"I'll leave this incomplete map to Fellow Daoist Sanyang. I'll take my leave now."

The Yin Ancestor did not linger. He stood up, cupped his hands, and turned to leave.

"No need to see me out!"

The black robe sliced ​​through the air, and with a flash of light, it disappeared into the horizon of the island.

The appearance of the Yin Ancestor was cold and sinister.

It's not a big deal if we can't get this fragment of the map.

He still has the vague whereabouts of another fragment of the map in his possession.

The location is obscure and has not been fully confirmed to this day.

"So, what price are you willing to offer, Fellow Daoist Sanyang?"

"Don't rush!"

"I have something important to tell you."

San Yang raised his hand, and a flash of inspiration appeared at his fingertips.

A soundproof light curtain instantly enveloped the entire cave.

Qing Yi's gaze narrowed slightly, and the muscles in his back subtly tensed.

Could the other side be planning to take forceful action and seize the remaining map?

He secretly formed hand seals with his fingertips hidden in his sleeve, and his spiritual energy flowed quietly within his body, ready to escape at any moment.

However, Sanyang did not make a move.

"Fellow Daoist Qingyi, speak the truth."

"I have come here not for the incomplete map, but to invite you to join us."

He remained calm, spoke frankly, and frankly revealed his true feelings.

Qing Yi was taken aback, a clear look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Join the Qingyang Sect?"

"I'm sorry, I'm used to a leisurely life and have no intention of attaching myself to a sect."

"No, no, no! It's not Qingyang Sect."

"It's the Immortal Alliance. Our Qingyang Sect has already joined the Immortal Alliance."

Upon hearing those two words, Qingyi was completely stunned.

Immortal Alliance?

I have never heard of such a force.

But then I thought about it again, and a chill ran straight up to my head.

Qingyang Gate.

The True Demon Sect is a top-tier sect in the Chaotic Star Sea, possessing formidable strength, almost second only to the Six Paths Supreme Saint.

How could such a behemoth have pledged allegiance to someone else?

This news is extremely important.

Qingyi's heart sank.

This is difficult.

Even if I refuse on the spot now, it probably won't end well.

"Fellow Daoist Qingyi, come and see."

Without hesitation, San Yang raised his hand, took out the ancient black token, and handed it to Qing Yi.

He made no attempt to conceal anything, revealing the exchange list, cultivation technique pavilion, and treasure vault within the token.

They were speaking seductive words.

Among the cultivators of the Chaotic Star Sea, none can resist the temptation of resources.

Qingyi's gaze unconsciously fell on the tip of the Three Yang Finger.

Longevity Pill

Those three simple words sent shivers down his spine.

He is now 867 years old.

A Nascent Soul cultivator's lifespan is a thousand years.

It has only a little over a century left before its end.

Approaching the end of one's lifespan is the greatest weakness of all old cultivators.

A fleeting desire flashed in Qingyi's eyes, but his heart was already wavering.

can.

Is joining an unfamiliar force really a viable option?

He remained silent, his mind racing.

Mu Yan stood at the back, secretly laughing to himself.

Senior brother's eloquence isn't very good either.

"It seems you still have doubts, fellow Daoist."

"In that case..."

"I'm giving you a longevity pill."

"Whether you join the Immortal Alliance or not, it's up to you whether you stay or leave."

Mu Yan's pupils contracted, and he looked at his senior brother with a face full of astonishment.

Are you crazy?

Free?

"Oh? I really am!"

Qing Yi smiled faintly, a smile that betrayed his excitement at being able to get something for free.

He had just been about to agree, but hesitated for a moment.

"You are free to leave or stay"—these are just polite words; take them with a grain of salt.

If I really had to refuse, how could I, who knew the secrets of the Immortal Alliance, possibly leave unscathed?

Sanyang and Muyan have joined hands.

He only has one choice today: to join the Immortal Alliance.

If I could get a longevity pill for free, that would be even better.

"My word is my bond."

Without hesitation, San Yang lightly tapped the token panel with his fingertip.

Consume 100 contribution points to exchange for a Longevity Pill.

He felt a little sorry for him.

One low-grade spirit stone costs 10,000.

This price would be anything but cheap, even at major international trade fairs.

But there's no market for it despite its price.

Even if you have spirit stones in your hand, it's very difficult to buy a longevity pill outside.

Within the Immortal Alliance, it can be exchanged at will.

After the exchange.

San Yang gritted his teeth and consumed another 100 contribution points.

Unlock the remote item teleportation function.

You can have the purchased items delivered to you from thousands of miles away in Qingyangmen.

This was the first time he had used this feature, and he found it quite amazing, though a bit expensive.

I silently prayed that nothing would go wrong.

Otherwise it would be awkward.

At the same time.

Qingyang Mountain, a secluded stone chamber.

Linghu Qing sat calmly on the stone bed, his spiritual energy subdued.

The token beeped.

He slightly raised his eyes, his expression calm, and instantly read Sanyang's memories.

San Yang and Mu Yan went so far to recruit people.

They are quite diligent, though.

The token he gave to Sanyang was an evolved version, a token exclusively for Nascent Soul cultivators, with a miniature spatial teleportation array engraved inside.

Take out the token and the pills.

Place the longevity pill on the token and activate the formation.

The pill vanished instantly.

Nanhe Island Cave.

hum-

A faint light suddenly appeared above the token.

A perfectly round pill appeared out of thin air, its rich aroma instantly filling the entire cave.

"A spatial array?"

Qing Yi's pupils shrank suddenly, his face filled with disbelief.

There were no fluctuations, no warning signs.

To teleport items out of thin air.

He reached out and took the longevity pill, his fingertips touching the warm, delicate texture of the medicine.

Without hesitation, I put it directly into my mouth.

The medicine entered my throat and transformed into a warm, soothing current that flowed through my limbs and bones.

The aged and withered meridians slowly relaxed, and the white hair faintly revealed a trace of ink.

The wrinkles on her face have faded, and she looks visibly younger.

Extend your lifespan to thirteen years.

it is true.

A genuine longevity-promoting elixir.

Qingyi took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart.

"I, an old man, join the Immortal Alliance."