Wanfa Daojun, starting from the Little Cloud and Rain Technique

Chapter 269 Pu Yunshan

At the end of the hour of Mao, Xia Yulian woke up from her sleep and yawned.

Ever since her uncle left Chiyan Peak, she no longer needed to get up early to prepare breakfast. In addition, she had already reached the perfect level of Qi Refining and no longer had to worry about improving her cultivation, so she became lazy.

Not only her, Li Cheng also became lazy. He would just perfunctorily patrol the mountains and forests every day and then go to the spiritual fields outside Chiyan Peak to work.

Huang Xuan said it several times, but the other party remained the same.

Xia Yulian walked out of the stone house and was about to stretch herself, but was stunned by the scene outside.

There was a lot of fog in the mountains in the morning. There was a deep pool in the Red Flame Peak, and the fog in this area was even thicker.

Normally, when you go out at this time, the visibility is only about ten feet.

But now, the fog has all dissipated.

In the past, the fog would dissipate early only when the master uncle was practicing.

When a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage practices, he or she inhales and exhales a large amount of spiritual energy, and the mist will be absorbed into the cultivator's body along with the spiritual energy.

"Master uncle is back?!"

Xia Yulian's face lit up with joy, and she hurried towards the orchard, her light blue skirt fluttering.

As per custom, the uncle would stay in the orchard of fire-type spiritual plants during his morning practice.

Soon, she saw a familiar figure sitting cross-legged near the dragon blood tree.

The emerald light, yellow light, black light and orange light kept flashing, like a dream.

A smile from the heart appeared on her lips, she bowed gracefully, and left happily.

Once, she had considered the possibility that her uncle would die in battle at Mingfeng Mountain.

If the other party died in battle, the benefit she could get was that the spirit stone debt would be forgiven, other than that, she would get nothing else.

My uncle has no children or relatives, so everything he left behind will be taken back by the sect.

On the contrary, if her uncle returns safely, she can maintain a network of contacts with cultivators in the late stage of foundation building, and the help she can get will be even greater.

"What should we prepare for lunch today? Well, let's go to Luoyan Mountain to see if there is any fresh Foundation Establishment Stage monster meat!"

Xia Yulian took out the talisman bird and input magic power. The exquisite crane-shaped talisman bird grew in the wind.

She hasn't been to Luoyan Mountain to shop since her uncle left the mountain. Today she went to see if there were any new types of monster meat for sale.

The sunlight gradually became stronger, and the golden sun fire was drawn by the skills and sank into Ji An's body along with the spiritual energy.

Spiritual energy circulated in the immortal veins, and the ten Tao seeds flickered in turn.

As the spiritual energy enters the body, various spiritual opportunities begin to nourish the internal organs after being processed by the Tao seeds.

The Jia wood Taoist seed symbolizes germination and prosperity, while the Yi wood Taoist seed symbolizes concealment and plundering of vitality.

After being processed by the Tao seeds, the emerald green wood element spirit became more abundant. Part of it was refined into magic power along with the spiritual energy, and the other part was integrated into the liver.

Patterns resembling leaf veins appear on the surface of the liver, occupying approximately 80% of the area.

At first, the leaf veins are green, with a faint glow flashing, and the sign of sprouting is about to emerge.

Gradually, the emerald color turned into dark green, the luster became brighter, and it showed vitality.

As time goes by, the dark green color gradually turns withered and yellow, the vitality begins to withdraw and become dormant, the brilliance of the pattern becomes increasingly dim, and finally disappears completely.

The Sun's Bing Fire and the Ding Fire light in the Fire Spirit Plant combine and merge into the heart.

A pale golden flame pattern lit up on the surface of the heart, and it beat more vigorously.

Suddenly, the heart trembled violently and made a short beating sound.

It was like spring thunder, and the withered and yellow patterns on the surface of the liver emitted a hint of green.

The black Guishui light gushes out from the Yongquan acupoint, nourishing the kidneys.

As the cloud patterns on the surface of the kidneys light up, the green color on the surface of the liver gradually deepens.

The earth on the spleen, which has veins like a sea of ​​sand, shines warmly and crystal clear, and the patterns on the surface of the liver are even more brilliant.

At the same time, the lungs began to glow bright white, the light was faint, but the Qi was strong.

There is fire in the heart, wood in the liver, earth in the spleen, gold in the lungs, and water in the kidneys. The five colors of light are sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

Ji An was neither sad nor happy, and maintained the operation of Qingmu Changchun Gong.

After several big cycles, the spiritual energy in the body was refined into emerald green magic power that contained a burgeoning and vigorous aura.

The speed at which he refined spiritual energy was half a percent faster than before he went to Mingfeng Mountain.

The magic power flowed into the dantian, and the stone turtle immediately swallowed up 30% of it, not a bit more or less.

The blue light flashed on its carapace, and the Zhen and Xun positions were especially bright.

At this moment, Ji An felt as if his body was a burning furnace, and all his internal organs were being calcined and tempered.

Strands of black and red residue were discharged from the pores. These were the erysipelas and waste blood accumulated in the body.

It was noon, the time of the day when the sun's power was at its strongest.

More solar fire was absorbed by Qingmu Changchun Gong, and Ji An began to feel the burning sensation in his immortal meridians begin to intensify, his five internal organs felt like they were burning, and the pleasure brought by the practice became less and less.

He finished his training, breathed a sigh of relief, and thought to himself:
"I still feel more comfortable practicing at Scarlet Flame Peak!"

Although Mingfeng Mountain is a second-grade top-grade spiritual vein, it is not easy to find a green plant in the fairy city. The skills can only absorb the spiritual energy of the earth, and very little of the spiritual energy of the wood and water.

The improvement gained from practicing is much less than that gained at Scarlet Flame Peak.

Ji An stood up, took out a swift golden sword and fired it, reporting his safety to his master. Then he went to the cold pond stone house. Huang Xuan and three other disciples were already waiting by the table. They all bowed and said:
"Welcome Master Uncle back to Scarlet Flame Peak!"

The news of the withdrawal from Mingfeng Mountain has spread throughout the entire sect. They are very glad that the master of Chiyan Peak has returned safely, otherwise, they would have to accept the sect's new arrangements.

Ji An glanced at the dishes and bowls on the table, his face becoming serious.

"I told you guys I'd get drunk with you after I returned, but it seems like you all ignored my words?"

He originally thought that he would have to stay in Mingfeng Mountain for a long time and might miss several people breaking through to the Foundation Establishment Stage, but the current situation is much better than expected.

It would have been even more perfect if he hadn't been under the blood-turning soul-chasing curse.

"Haha, uncle, please forgive me."

The three disciples immediately smiled happily, because the sense of alienation brought by separation disappeared.

Xia Yulian said:

"I'll get the dishes and chopsticks."

"I'm going to the warehouse to get some drinks," Li Cheng trotted away.

Huang Xuan scratched his head stupidly. Everyone has work to do, so what should I do?
Ji An smiled, sat on the stone bench, and pointed to the bench next to him:

"Sit down, make yourself comfortable."

The four of them drank happily, and Ji An briefly recounted the battle at Mingfeng Mountain.

The Qi Refining Stage disciples sensed a bloody and murderous intent from his calm tone.

The vast majority of the independent cultivators died in the Mingfeng Mountain Immortal City, and the casualties among the sect’s disciples were equally staggering.

The three disciples recounted the situation at Chiyan Peak over the past six months and the various new orders implemented by the sect.

Before I knew it, the sky had darkened.

At night, dark clouds cover the moon and the cold wind blows.

Puyun Mountain is the ancestral home of the Chen family.

Chen Daochang, the patriarch of the Chen family, sat on the ebony armchair with a deep look in his eyes.

The family monk who settled in Mingfeng Mountain returned to the family today. The huge casualties made his heart bleed.

Originally there were 136 family monks in the Immortal City, but only 24 of them returned to their homeland, along with 112 urns.

Among those who died in the battle, there were three foundation-building cultivators, and there were only three foundation-building cultivators left in the entire family.

After a long while, Chen Daochang slowly said:

"Xingzhou, your fourth uncle and I are the only ones left among the Dao generation of foundation-building cultivators, and we are both very old.

You are the only one in the Xing generation who has reached the foundation-building stage. The future of the family depends on you.

From today on, you must put aside all worldly affairs and focus on cultivation."

He is now 160 years old and has reached the seventh level of foundation building. The bottleneck in the late stage of foundation building has troubled him for more than 20 years. Now he has given up the idea of ​​making further progress.

Another foundation-building cultivator of the Dao generation lived for 170 years and had been injured when he was young. Now he is barely alive and his time is numbered.

Chen Xingzhou's originally sad face showed a hint of joy. He immediately lowered his head and said in a deep voice:

"Grandfather, the family's affairs cannot be left unattended. I am willing to continue to manage the affairs and share the family's worries."

Managing worldly affairs is a waste of time, and only those clansmen with great ambitions have the time to focus on cultivation.

Judging from the clan leader's tone, he is training him to become the next clan leader!
Originally, the most likely candidate for the position of clan leader was his elder brother Chen Xingxuan, but unfortunately he had died in Mingfeng Mountain.

Another strong candidate is Chen Xingyun. Although he is a disciple of the sect, he is not the most core disciple after all. If the family is in crisis, he can return to the family after paying a price.

However, Chen Xingyun also died in battle at Mingfeng Mountain. Now, the only one who can shoulder the burden of the family is Chen Xingzhou.

Chen Daochang waved his hands and sighed:

"From tomorrow on, I will take over the family affairs. You now have only one task: to practice and improve your cultivation with all your strength.

Xingzhou, you are only in your nineties now, but you have already reached the fourth level of foundation building. The family will prepare the Purple Heart Barrier Breaking Pill for you.

As long as you break through to the late stage of foundation building before my death, you can protect the family business.

Although the Jinling Sect promised to compensate us, if the family is not prosperous, whether we can successfully obtain the promised things is unknown. "

At the beginning of the establishment of Mingfeng Mountain Fairy City, the three sects reached an agreement with the families in their respective spheres of influence.

When a demonic disaster breaks out in the future, if a family's foundation-building cultivator dies, the sect will give out foundation-building pills as compensation and try its best to protect the family's inheritance.

Based on the past reputation of the three sects, this promise was trustworthy, so the various families were half coerced and half bribed to send a large number of clansmen to settle in Mingfeng Mountain.

Chen Xingzhou was silent for a moment, then prostrated himself on the ground.
"Thank you for your cultivation, Chief. Xingzhou will do his best to live up to your trust and the expectations of the clan members! One day, he will definitely take back what the Jinling Sect promised us."

Suddenly, a teasing voice sounded outside the cave.

"With a bunch of you rotten fish and shrimp, even if the Jinling Sect refuses to pay, what can you do?"

"Who?"

Chen Daochang exclaimed, the cave's protective magic circle was activated.

At this time, the Qi is flowing in one direction. They can feel the movements outside the cave, but people outside the cave should not hear their conversation.

What happened next was a shocking scene. The magic restriction of the cave was broken in an instant by an unknown force, and a huge spiritual pressure enveloped him.

Chen Daochang and Chen Xingzhou instinctively trembled. The spiritual pressure was too strong, and it became very difficult for them to circulate their magic power.

(End of this chapter)