Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

Kui Xing Island.

This place is very close to the Tiannan Teleportation Array.

He secluded himself for thirty years.

Completely unexpected.

I wonder if anything has gone wrong in Tiannan.

Linghu Qingfei gazed into the distance from the sky, intending to make a detour and reaffirm his presence.

I'll be back in a day or two.

An unnamed island.

The land was covered with hard, gray-black rocks, making it difficult for any grass to grow.

The spiritual energy was so thin it was almost nonexistent, and the place was deserted.

Linghu Qing descended from the sky.

His divine sense quietly spread out, sweeping across the entire island.

The hidden formations they had set up before leaving were intact, without the slightest sign of being disturbed.

Very good.

No one has ever been here.

Take out the Great Teleportation Token and activate the teleportation array.

A white light enveloped his figure, and he vanished from the teleportation array in an instant.

Tiannan.

Yellow Maple Valley, an underground spirit stone mine.

On the teleportation array, space slightly distorted, and a figure in green robes appeared out of thin air.

The surroundings were exactly the same as when he left.

Quiet and deserted.

Yellow Maple Valley.

Things are very different now than they were thirty years ago.

It has prospered many times over.

Many cultivators from other countries even traveled thousands of miles to come and join the sect.

Huangfeng Valley hasn't changed much these days.

But a new generation of Core Formation seeds has already quietly grown.

today.

It happened to be the day of the first Golden Core Seed Announcement Conference.

Hong Fu, dressed in a red gown, stood gracefully and dignifiedly inside the main hall.

In the past, sects always secretly cultivated the seeds of Core Formation, hiding them in the shadows.

Ordinary disciples have no way of knowing this, and even if the seed successfully breaks through, others can only feel simple envy.

The sect is deeply divided and lacks cohesion.

But Hong Fu didn't think so.

She plans to bring this batch of seeds into the open.

Let the other disciples discuss, pay attention to, and witness their growth.

I watched them break through to the Core Formation stage and enter the ranks of experts.

Other disciples will also feel a sense of participation as a result.

Even a sense of honor.

In the past, Linghu Qing was carefree and never interfered in the sect's trivial matters.

But she's different.

She wants the sect to change.

With light footsteps, Li Huayuan slowly entered the main hall and bowed in greeting.

"Elder, everything is ready."

Hong Fu nodded slightly and stepped out of the main hall.

In recent years, retired Core Formation elders like Li Huayuan have often made a deliberate effort to appear in public.

This was also Hong Fu's instruction.

This can break down the hierarchical barriers between elders and ordinary disciples, and bring them closer together.

Subtly and gradually, it enhances the cohesion of the sect.

On the square.

The disciples gathered in twos and threes, whispering among themselves.

There was anticipation, trepidation, envy, and self-deprecation.

In addition, many cultivators from other sects came specifically to observe.

After the formation assessment was introduced, the selection of Core Formation seeds became simple and straightforward.

If the overall evaluation reaches the top level, it can be selected.

B-top.

Dual spiritual roots are considered superior (乙), while different spiritual roots are considered inferior (甲).

Between the two.

In the past, sects were not accurate enough in judging the seed of Core Formation.

It is difficult to determine whether disciples who do not possess unique spiritual roots but have special talents need to be nurtured with resources.

Now that the formations have been tested, their strengths and weaknesses are immediately apparent.

among the crowd.

Han Li stood quietly in the corner.

His expression was calm, but deep down he was anxious.

He desperately wanted to be selected.

Even if he has the little green bottle, it can accelerate the ripening of the elixir.

However, the key materials needed for Core Formation are all controlled items by the sect.

Foundation Establishment cultivators are not authorized to exchange spirit stones.

Contribution points are difficult to obtain.

He was worried that exchanging high-grade medicinal herbs would attract attention.

If they are not selected for the seeding list.

He either had to travel to dangerous places to seek opportunities, or hand over high-grade spiritual herbs in exchange for a resource for forming a core.

On the high platform, Hong Fu's clear voice resounded throughout the entire venue.

"Now, I will call out names. Those whose names are called, please come forward to the stage."

"Xin Ruyin!"

A woman dressed in plain clothes walked out slowly, exuding a gentle and serene demeanor.

As Linghu Qing's personal disciple, she attracted countless kind glances as soon as she appeared.

However, a faint trace of loneliness lingered between her brows and eyes.

Her master went into seclusion for thirty years, and she couldn't even see him once.

"Murong Tian, ​​Murong Di!"

Two brothers walked out side by side, their faces similar, their expressions cheerful, as they ascended the platform.

The two are the only two Foundation Establishment cultivators with unique spiritual roots remaining in Huangfeng Valley.

It is only right that they were selected as seeds.

"Wang Tong!"

A young man in black slowly stepped forward, his eyes deep and gleaming with a hint of spiritual light.

It is now at the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

A murmur arose from the crowd.

"It is said that Uncle-Master Wang Tong possesses the Mysterious Yin Eye and cultivates the 'Chimu Divine Light,' which is the secret technique of Patriarch Linghu."

"Nonsense, the ultimate technique of Ancestor Linghu is clearly the spatial sword formation."

"It's a dazzling divine light!"

"Nie Ying!"

The woman in blue, formerly the senior disciple of the sect, calmly stepped onto the stage.

One side of the square.

Hidden under the shade of trees.

Linghu Qing had arrived unnoticed, standing with his hands behind his back, quietly observing.

Above Nie Ying's head.

With dual spiritual roots, comprehending the way of fire, calm and resilient.

The three blue entries certainly qualify it as a potential Core Formation seed.

He thought back to himself.

He was in the same class as the Murong brothers, Wang Tong, and another genius surnamed Li.

Unfortunately, he couldn't catch up and was left behind by the three.

Life is unpredictable, and the cultivation of a monk is like sifting sand from the waves.

The capable rise.

Hong Fu continued to read out the names.

Three more people then took to the stage.

Dong Xuan'er was born with a seductive body and an alluring figure.

The capable rise.

Hong Fu continued to read out the names.

Three more people then took to the stage.

Dong Xuan'er was born with a seductive body and an alluring figure.

Zhong Weiniang is a spirited and talented woman.

Liu Jing has a solid foundation and is steadily cultivating his skills.

With the seven in place, the new generation of Core Formation seeds were all settled.

"Liu Jing! Liu Jing! Liu Jing!"

Cheers erupted across the square.

Liu Jing was extremely popular. He had an upright demeanor and was warmly greeting everyone.

Justice is his calling card.

"There are seven Core Formation seeds in this generation of Yellow Maple Valley, my goodness."

"That's outrageous. Apart from Liu Jing, the age difference between the others is within ten years."

"This is a once-in-a-millennium event!"

"The Seven Heroes of Yellow Maple Valley!"

The outer sect cultivators had complex emotions, a mixture of envy, jealousy, and regret.

Gradually, people began to refer to these seven people as the Seven Sons of Yellow Maple Valley.

A corner in the crowd.

Han Li lowered his eyes, his expression somber.

In the end, he wasn't there.

He knew perfectly well what was going on.

The weakness lies in the fact that his own spiritual root is holding him back.

Of the four spiritual roots, only the lowest grade is rated as C.

If it has three spiritual roots.

Give me only three spiritual roots, and the outcome might be completely different.

He clenched his fists.

A soft footstep approached.

Chen Qiaoqian's eyes were slightly red as she softly offered words of comfort.

"Senior Brother Han, don't be discouraged."

"Although your talent is weak, your perseverance is extremely strong. You may very well be able to form your core in the future."

Han Li looked up, his expression polite yet distant.

"Junior Sister Chen, I am truly not the person you are looking for."

His tone was flat, keeping people at arm's length.

He didn't want to get entangled with this woman any longer.

"I knew it was you."

"I know that you were the only one who left the sect that day."

Chen Qiaoqian's eyes reddened, her voice was low and choked with sobs.

She once mistook Han Li's back for his.

However, Han Li's appearance was very different from the savior he had imagined.

She didn't acknowledge him.

However, after finding out Han Li's movements from within the sect, she was certain that he was the one who saved her.

Moreover, no matter how well Han Li concealed his emotions, some of them could not be hidden.

His gaze occasionally darted away unconsciously.

The footsteps were hurried.

That unfounded vigilance.

Everything convinced her that the other person was her savior.

"Junior sister, you've mistaken me for someone else!"

Han Li remained silent, offered no response, and turned to leave.

The two's unusual behavior drew the attention of the surrounding cultivators.

"What's going on?"

"Ah! Senior Sister Chen has been in love with Senior Brother Han for a long time; everyone knows that."

Someone who had clearly seen it more than once explained regretfully.

It seems to be on behalf of Chen Qiaoqian.

Han Li had once distinguished himself on the battlefield against the demons.

Chen Qiaoqian is also a representative of the new generation of the Chen family.

Both of them are celebrities.

More and more onlookers gathered, whispering among themselves.

"Shocking! Even demon-fighting heroes have this side!"

Can a second-generation immortal and a commoner who has just reached Foundation Establishment really get together?

"Han Li breaks up with his girlfriend? Chen Qiaoqian's love is unrequited!"

A disciple held a token, his fingertips moving rapidly across it.

A smile, like someone enjoying a melon, curled at the corner of his mouth.

The sect's hot topic for tomorrow is here.

Under the shade of the tree, Linghu Qing glanced at the token.

【Gossip and Insider Group (10)】

Are these people serious? Could they be up to something risqué?

I'll ban all your groups another day.

The crowd dispersed, and the noise gradually subsided.

Linghu Qing's gaze fell on Han Li's lonely figure.

Something suddenly came to his mind.

Several fragments of the Heaven-Mending Pill were extracted from Ji Xuan's corpse.

I have studied it many times.

Even with the golden alchemy terminology, it is impossible to replicate and refine it under the current conditions of the human realm.

But things are different now.

After switching his cultivation to the Yin-Yang Dao, he suddenly had a completely new understanding when he thought about the Heaven-Mending Pill again.

Lingxi Palace.

The palace doors were tightly shut, shrouded in restrictions, preventing any investigation.

Hong Fu returned to the palace and was slightly taken aback by what she saw.

Only Yan Ruyan lives here now.

She only reached the Core Formation stage last year, and she would never close her doors and shut her palace without a reason.

The only possibility.

The true master of the palace has returned.

Of all the people in Huangfeng Valley, only she knew that Linghu Qing was not in seclusion, but had gone out.

"OK!"

The first thing my senior brother did upon returning was to see Yan Ruyan, and he even closed the door behind him.

Is that correct?

Hong Fu stood outside the door, her eyebrows slightly lowered, her expression revealing a hint of resentment.

They don't even ask me how much hardship I've endured managing the sect for the past thirty years.

Several days passed quietly.

The palace gates slowly opened.

Linghu Qing walked out slowly, his face rosy and his breath... .

Inside the hall, Yan Ruyan sat cross-legged, her clothes slightly disheveled, her face flushed.

Silently refining the pure essence.

This essence was an immense tonic for her.

Outside the hall, on the steps, a slender figure waited quietly.