Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

Chapter 77 Wen Tianren Requests an Audience, I'm in Such Misery!

For now.

The implication is, what about the future?

Could it be that the leader of the alliance holds the key to breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage?

And the odds are extremely high?!

Otherwise, why would someone say something like that?

real or fake?

Their breathing slowed in unison, their hearts churning with turmoil.

Their first reaction was disbelief.

A god.

The Chaotic Star Sea hasn't appeared in many years.

Even the two powerful Saints of the Star Palace were only at the late Nascent Soul stage, and they had been stuck at this level for hundreds of years.

Just how amazing does one have to be to break through this barrier?

If it is the leader of the alliance.

Recalling the Alliance Leader's various heaven-defying methods, he was a level above ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators.

Perhaps, it really is possible!

If it is truly possible to give birth to a powerful being who has reached the Divine Transformation stage.

They were among the first to follow the Nascent Soul faction.

The opportunities, resources, and status are immeasurable.

For a moment, everyone was filled with excitement.

The bearded man's eyes flickered several times before he decisively stepped forward.

He held the storage bag with both hands, his attitude respectful.

"Alliance Leader, I am willing to offer the remaining wealth to help you break through to the Great Dao!"

Qing Yi's eyelids twitched, and he secretly clicked his tongue in amazement.

Such a burly and rugged man could utter such flattering words.

San Yang cursed inwardly.

This bearded man is even better at currying favor with the alliance leader than I am.

But it didn't work.

Only he himself possessed a restriction personally placed by the Alliance Leader, making his level of trust unmatched.

A faint smile flickered in his eyes.

For the first time, I felt fortunate to have been placed under a restriction by the alliance leader.

"Keep it for yourself."

Linghu Qing shook his head slightly.

He took all the good things, leaving not a single spirit stone behind.

Only some materials for forming the Golden Core were left.

This ensured that the bearded man's pockets weren't completely empty.

"Three Yangs"

"I've taken the white jade spider; you don't need to train it anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, Linghu Qing's figure flashed with a magical light and vanished into thin air.

On a deserted island.

The remaining four people looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Barbear, from now on you'll be working for the Alliance Leader. Let bygones be bygones."

Sanyang looked at him first and spoke.

A cold, sinister smile curled at the corner of the bearded man's mouth.

"Sanyang, how many cultivator friends do you have?"

San Yang was taken aback, not understanding why.

"You are secluded and have a withdrawn social life."

"Qingyang Sect defends its territory on the high seas, solely to protect the sect's heritage."

"But my beard is different."

The bearded man stood tall and spoke with confidence.

"I am familiar with most of the Nascent Soul cultivators in the Chaotic Star Sea."

I've dealt with righteous people.

Even in the Star Palace, I have acquaintances.

When it comes to recruiting people and strengthening the Immortal Alliance, you can't even compare to me.

San Yang's face stiffened, and he felt a surge of anxiety.

This is his only weakness.

"Hey, you're breaking the rules by doing that, you bastard!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

The bearded man threw his head back and laughed loudly, his voice echoing across the deserted island.

Bold, unrestrained, and having swept away all previous frustrations.

"rule?"

"My rules are the rules!"

"We'll see what happens from here!"

"Walk!"

Qingyi followed suit, and the two of them disappeared together in a flash of light.

in situ.

Mu Yan's expression was grim, and he remained silent.

Qingyi actually formed a faction with Manhuzi.

This fence-sitter.

San Yang watched the two figures disappear into the distance, feeling disdain in his heart.

No matter how much you do.

With the Alliance Leader's restrictions on me, will the Alliance Leader trust me?

A simpleton.

At the same time, a sense of tension arose in my heart.

I'm not afraid to trust him, but I'm lacking in contribution points.

"Brother Man, where to next?"

"To the open sea."

The bearded man squeezed the empty storage bag with a pained expression.

"I have a hidden cave on Magic Lake Island."

"Let me exchange the treasure for some contribution points first."

Token.

Just a cursory glance.

He then discovered that there were indeed many things on it that he urgently needed.

Qingyang Mountain.

The secluded cave is filled with spiritual energy.

Two graceful female figures stood silently within.

Yuan Yao's eyes were bright, but her aura was restless.

"Young Master! I've broken through to the Core Formation stage!"

Yuan Yao clung to Linghu Qing's arm, her voice clear and joyful.

Linghu Qing raised his hand and gently patted her hair, his tone gentle.

"Well done."

"Alright, I'm leaving soon. You can come with me to Biling Island for secluded cultivation and breakthrough."

"Um!

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Yuan Yao nodded vigorously, then turned to look at Yan Li with reluctance.

After leaving with Linghu Qing.

Inside the cave.

Only Yanli remained.

She watched them leave with a smile, but a hint of loneliness lingered in her eyes.

He has mediocre natural talent, and his maximum potential in this life is no more than Core Formation.

Yuan Yao's future is bright, and she is expected to reach the Nascent Soul stage.

There are inherent differences between people.

Although he is only in his fifties.

But she seemed to already see herself growing old in the future.

Yuan Yao and her husband were like a divine couple, roaming freely in the heavens.

Linghu Qing did not stop walking.

He naturally knew Yanli's feelings.

But everyone has their own path to walk.

He has given Yanli what she deserved.

Even if I die.

Turning to ghost cultivation isn't bad either.

Star Palace, the Great Hall of Stars.

Inside the hall, starlight hung high, and the stone pillars were cold and white.

The ground was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting two blurry shadows in the sky above.

The oppressive aura was heavy, and there was complete silence.

Jin Kui, dressed in full armor, bowed deeply, his expression solemn.

"The two holy lords."

"Recently, there have been frequent unusual movements in both the righteous and demonic paths."

"Cultivators from all sides are secretly moving about, and undercurrents are surging; the situation is very strange."

Two illusory figures in the sky had indifferent eyes and vast, ethereal auras.

His voice was hoarse and low, devoid of any emotion.

"Send someone to investigate and find out the root cause of the anomaly."

"Your subordinate obeys."

Jin Kui bowed respectfully, then slowly took his leave.

Under the starlight.

Wen Qing stood still, her brows slightly furrowed.

A deep, unyielding sorrow lingered on her slender shoulders.

She sighed softly, her voice faint and fragmented.

"A storm is brewing."

"This chaos is definitely related to that person."

that person.

Her own brother, the Supreme Saint of the Six Paths.

A warm hand gently embraced her waist.

Ling Xiaofeng embraced her, his voice low and gentle.

"Don't be afraid."

He is him, and you are you.

"This is none of your business."

"Let's go see how Yu Ling is doing."

Qingyang Gate.

Outside the mountain gate.

The forbidden flow of faint spiritual light.

A young man in purple stood quietly outside, his robes fluttering in the cold wind.

He had a handsome face and a resolute expression.

The maid beside him stood with her hands at her sides, her brows furrowed, her tone worried.

"Young master, are you really going in?"

Wen Tianren stared at the mountain gate ahead, his gaze firm and unwavering.

According to his calculations, there is definitely something wrong with Qingyang Sect.

He wanted to use the other party's power to escape the control of the Six Paths Supreme Saint.

"The worst possible outcome."

"They were just used and discarded after their usefulness was over."

He muttered to himself in a low voice, his tone calm but revealing a resolute determination.

Now, under the hands of the Six Paths Supreme Saint.

He saw no hope of surviving.

Live one day at a time.

They all endured suffering.

Although he appears successful and is exceptionally talented.

It has spirit stones, flying boats, and a background.

There are also beautiful female sword attendants serving you.

If you tell someone...

You can live this kind of life, but you will die in three hundred years.

I doubt he would agree.

Wen Tianren is like that.

He always knew that the moment he broke through to the Nascent Soul stage would be the moment of his death.

Change to another power.

Even in the most perilous situations, there is still a glimmer of hope.

Without further hesitation.

Wen Tianren stepped into the mountain gate.

"Please inform them that I request an audience with the Supreme Elder of the Three Yangs."

Inside the inner hall, in a quiet room.

Sanyang sat upright on a futon.

Upon hearing the report from his subordinate, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.

"Wen Tianren?"

"This person actually had the audacity to come to our door."

"Let him in."

After a while.

Wen Tianren walked slowly into the main hall, his posture upright and neither humble nor arrogant.

He looked directly at Sanyang, who was sitting in a high position, without exchanging any pleasantries.

"I can help you kill the Six Paths Supreme Saint."

He got straight to the point, his tone direct and sharp.

What?

San Yang looked up, his eyes filled with astonishment.