Mysterious mirror hanging high

However, Jing Yu quickly gave up this tempting idea.

After all, he and the Shending Immortal Dynasty are now in an almost irreconcilable blood feud, and the Shending Immortal Dynasty is full of lunatics who can do anything for a bullshit image. Who knows if there will be a God-Transforming Heavenly Lord who would risk giving up the jade seal just to capture himself and sacrifice to the dead Ying Wuxin in order to maintain the dignity of the Immortal Dynasty?

"If it really doesn't work out, my current strength and status are far superior to what they were before, and I have several Nascent Soul True Lords as my backers. I might as well hand over the [Cultivation Hundred Arts Puppetry] technology below the Foundation Establishment level to Ye Xingyun, Yun Xuance and the others, and let them work on it... I'll just treat it as a technology investment and collect dividends without any further ado. Isn't that wonderful?"

Jing Yu thought about it and it turned out to be a good idea. After all, there was already the [Method of Improving Spiritual Plants]. If the famous [True Lord Xuan Ce] could come up with something new, it wouldn't be at all inconsistent.

He was using Yun Xuance's skin to collect dividends and interest behind his back. Although the income was greatly reduced, it was safer and less troublesome.

"However, if he does this, Yun Xuance will probably severely offend the low-level Hundred Arts cultivators in the world... It's hard to say, after all, these cultivators can still transform into [Puppet Masters]!"

The emergence of new puppet technology will cut off the livelihoods of a large number of cultivators of various arts, just like when the Wushan Market used [Hercules Puppets] to replace mortal body cultivators.

But it will also create many new demands. Monks who are quick-witted and keep up with the times will stand out in this tide of change and even carve out a subsequent path.

"time to go."

This secret realm was already empty, with nothing left. Jing Yu did not stay here for too long, but used the golden token in his hand without hesitation to teleport for the last time.

hum-

The next moment, Jing Yu was covered in a golden light and flew away from this independent space in an instant.

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Jing Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly in the dizziness caused by the lingering effect of the transmission.

When his sight finally pierced through the remaining spatial turbulence, he was greeted by a vast expanse of greenery like a tsunami—the crowns of thousand-year-old hemlock trees towered into the clouds. The surrounding scenery gradually solidified, and he had arrived in a lush forest.

Jing Yu set up a light of escape and flew into the sky. In the distance, he could vaguely see a town-sized market for cultivating immortals. The protective formation that was activated to the minimum level showed a faint outline under the flow of spiritual energy.

"That's... Wushan Market!"

A look of reminiscence flashed in Jing Yu's eyes. He lowered his light of escape, restrained his breath, and fled underground towards Wushan Market.

When Jing Yu arrived at the place, he found that the current Wushan market was no longer what it used to be. The scale of the market was several times larger than before, and the number of cultivators had also greatly increased. He swept his mind and estimated that there were tens of thousands of Qi-cultivating cultivators.

"After the Yunchuan Region was occupied by the Tiannan Demon Sect, it was managed by Xiao Guanying and it is thriving. It seems to be getting more and more prosperous." Jing Yu thought silently.

The overall realm of the cultivators and the commercial vitality of the entire Wushan market seem to have taken a step forward compared to when they were in the righteous area. However, the moral standards of the cultivators here have obviously declined greatly. Although there is no such thing as blood-drawing, soul-refining, killing and looting, the atmosphere is obviously not as peaceful and harmonious as when they were in the righteous area.

"The cultivators here haven't changed. What has changed are only the rules and customs of the righteous and demonic paths... But it's hard to say whether they're right or wrong. For high-level cultivators, the market atmosphere is generally unimportant. For low-level cultivators, it varies from person to person."

"For those monks of the Hundred Arts who are not strong in combat and strictly abide by the rules, I think the environment of the righteous path is better. However, for monks with strong combat power and agile minds, they have more opportunities to succeed in the demonic realm..."

"Even if the righteous path truly launches a counterattack and recaptures the Yunchuan region, I'm afraid we won't see the scene of cultivators preparing food and drink to welcome the royal master... Those cultivators who have tasted the sweetness of trampling on the rules will find it difficult to return to their original ways."

There was no Jindan Zhenren in the Wushan market, and the highest cultivation level was just a demon cultivator in the late foundation building stage. Jing Yu scanned the market several times with his divine sense and found that more than a hundred years had passed since he left the market. The cultivators here had been replaced several times and there were no old acquaintances here. So he lost interest and simply left quietly without any attachment.

"They say homesickness makes one more afraid, but now there's no one I know in my hometown. No one would recognize me at all. So what's there to be afraid of?"

Jing Yu shook his head and suddenly remembered that his real hometown was not in Wushanfang City.

"Do you want to go back to Zhao State and take a look?"

Wushanfang City is more than 200,000 miles away from the mortal Zhao State, which is extremely far away for mortals and Qi-cultivating cultivators. Back then, my third sister Zhao Mingyu and her family traveled for more than ten years before arriving at Wushanfang City.

For a cultivator in the foundation-building stage, it would take about half a month to travel, but now Jing Yu is already a cultivator in the late Jindan stage, and not just an ordinary Jindan stage cultivator. Whether it is earth escape or flying escape, no one in the Jindan stage can match his speed. Two hundred thousand miles can be traveled in just one or two hours.

"I wonder if Yuan Chen has returned to Zhao?"

Jing Yu suddenly wanted to see what the final outcome would be for his nephew and grandson.

Thinking of this, Jing Yu could no longer hold back and turned into a beam of light and disappeared into the sky.

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The outline of the Zhao Kingdom's imperial capital was already clearly visible. Jing Yu used his divine sense to explore and found that there were no cultivators in the capital, so he also lowered his escape light and sneaked into the city silently.

If we talk about the year when Jing Yu left Zhao State, it was even earlier. When he was forty-five years old, he followed Mu Shan to Wushan Market and never came back. It has been almost two hundred years now.

Although two hundred years have passed, the urban layout of the imperial capital has not changed much, but the buildings in the city have changed a lot, the city walls have obviously been repaired, and even the clothes of the people on the street are obviously different from two hundred years ago.

Jing Yu looked at the streets that were both familiar and unfamiliar, feeling a little melancholy. He found a herbal tea shop on the street, ordered a bowl of herbal tea, and started chatting with the old man selling tea:

"Old man, which emperor reigns over Zhao State now? What's his name?"

The old man selling tea gave Jing Yu a strange look and said, "Sir, are you still hungover? I'll give you another bowl of cold tea to sober you up."

Then he turned around to scoop some cold tea and greet the guests, and no longer paid any attention to Jing Yu.

Jing Yu frowned, and in desperation, he simply snapped his fingers. The old man's eyes froze for a moment, and then he seemed to have been bewitched by Jing Yu, and said dazedly:

"Sir, do you have any questions? I will certainly tell you everything I know."

"Answer my question just now."

The old tea seller said in bewilderment, "What Zhao? Zhao was long gone! Now this place is the capital of Liang."