A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Jinling Mountain.

"It's been a long time since I've been here..."

Jiang Ding sat down cross-legged.

When his spiritual consciousness and sword intention unfolded, he immediately felt the difference from the dormitory. Five or six times pure metallic spiritual power surged towards the dantian, was refined, and blended into the electromagnetic cyclone of the dantian.

"Expand the small blue and gold tree, you can practice eight levels of Qi in one year."

Jiang Ding opened his eyes and glanced at the golden pendant that was flashing rapidly on the ground. It was at least more than a month old.

"But there are some small things to take care of first."

Eight years.

In the years since he entered the Seven Feathers Sect, he has never taken a step out, and he has never shown his Qi training skills.

It was okay at first,

Although Zhu Ji from top to bottom of the sect was dissatisfied, they were still respectful to this young master who was acknowledged by the two golden elixirs personally. As long as he gave an order to do something, most of them would do it and would not stop him from doing anything he wanted to do.

Even if they have a quarrel with Zhou Kunlong, who is at the peak of the Fire Vein Foundation Building, and Chu Fengxi, the leader of the Golden Vein, if something really happens and the elder hands over a letter, the two of them will hold their noses and do it. Dare to be disrespectful.

The sect’s etiquette is here.

Even if there is resentment in his heart, he only dares to use some actions in private that are not worthy of publicity.

In the third year, things changed a bit.

Li Qingyun, the direct disciple of the Supreme Elder who had been in seclusion for a long time, came out of seclusion, and his cultivation was impressively promoted to the late stage of Qi training. He took charge of the title of senior brother of Tianleifeng and began to do some initial training for taking over the sect in the future.

Personal disciples are the future of the sect, and their cultivation, knowledge, and experience are indispensable.

Li Qingyun was polite to others and took care of the cultivation life of his brothers and sisters. During the period when he was in charge of the Tianlei Peak disciples, everything was arranged in an orderly manner.

Gradually, the title of Qiyuzi spread.

In comparison, the other person, who is more senior and seems to be more talented, is very eye-catching.

Moreover, it also eroded a large number of interests that originally belonged to the mortal families of the Qi Practicing monks and the interests of the Foundation-building monks.

This attracts hatred.

As a result, a large number of titles such as "deceiving the world and stealing the name", "spiritual roots have been destroyed", "golden spirit turtle", etc. were spread throughout the sect, and became a trend that filled the sky.

The manager, Liu Sanqi, even gave a serious warning.

Naturally, Jiang Ding ignored him.

For the past eight years, he has been busy studying every day, with less than an hour of rest every day. How could he have the time to pay attention to these messy things and compete with a group of qi-training monks to get jealousy?

The consequences are also revealed.

The well-functioning Mortal Supervision Department immediately encountered a lot of resistance. The mortal families whose inner and outer disciples were restricted immediately rose up and acted like monsters, running rampant in the villages and mansions. The innate warriors who were roped in took a symbolic rein, and that was it.

Jiang Ding could not put the cart before the horse because this matter interrupted his study plan.

Later, the Mortal Supervisory Department gradually became inactive, which fully reflected the common phenomenon in the world of immortality that one person can achieve success quickly and one person can quickly decline.

It is expected that Chen Xi, Gong Caiyu, Han Lin and other old people are constantly being suppressed.

Divine consciousness touches Jin Pei.

After a while, Liu Sanqi and the twelve maids of spring, summer, autumn and winter hurried up the mountain.

"Greetings to my great-uncle!"

He still said respectfully.

Eight years have passed, and there seems to be more gray on his temples and more wrinkles.

"What's up?"

Jiang Dingdao.

This is asking about the fact that more than a month ago, Liu Sanqi contacted him through Yupei many times, but did not get a reply.

"Report it to my uncle!"

After being left to dry for a month, Liu Sanqi showed no dissatisfaction and said respectfully: "A month ago, it was the day when the harvest of Jinling Mountain elixirs, spiritual fruits, spiritual fish, etc. was completed. According to the practice in previous years, they were all sold to the sect's servants. temple."

"there is a problem?"

"Yes, little uncle."

Liu Sanqi smiled bitterly and said: "The General Affairs Hall is under the control of Uncle Zhou Kunlong, and the purchase price has become 10% of the original price. It is said that the price of external spiritual materials has plummeted, and the spiritual materials produced by our Jinling Mountain this year are too poor. It can’t be sold at a high price.”

"The sect's reputation will be affected. This piece of inferior spiritual material has been seized by the General Affairs Hall. They said they would give an answer after inspection."

"I see."

Jiang Ding understood and nodded.

"My senior brother... seems to lack some patience."

He sighed.

In the past, the raging negative public opinion among the disciples, the mortal inspection department, and the suppression by old friends could all be attributed to the fights between children.

It seems too inappropriate for the Jindan monk to personally intervene in such a trivial matter.

However, the method of cutting off Jinlingshan's source of funds is close to robbing, and no one has paid attention to it in recent months. This kind of fight cannot be attributed to children.

That's true.

How easy it is for a mortal to reach the first level of qi training. There has been no movement for eight years. Anyone would have to murmur in his heart and wonder if he had made a mistake.

Liu Sanqi and the twelve maids of Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter bowed their heads deeply.

No matter what the outcome is, as slaves and maids, they only need to abide by their duties, and no one can fault them.

"Is your uncle here?"

A deafening sound echoed in the mountains and even reached the mountains.

"Kun next week, a monk at the peak of Thunder Vein Qi training, has been in seclusion for a long time. If he has any questions, he would like to ask my uncle for advice!"

"It's him?!"

The expressions of Liu Sanqi and the twelve maids changed suddenly, and they secretly looked up.

"This name seems familiar, what's its origin?"

Jiang Ding asked with interest.

"...Little Master's Great Uncle..."

Liu Sanqi gritted his teeth and said: "Zhou Kun's master was once a guard of the Yue Kingdom, during the time you stayed in the Yue Kingdom... He is a collateral descendant of Zhou Laozu's family, and he is also a member of the thunder lineage where the Taishang Elder belongs. disciple."

"I heard that after he reached the peak of Qi training last year, he is expected to compete for the seat of the seven true disciples. He has become a popular figure among the disciples of the sect in recent years..."

"The background is quite complicated."

Jiang Ding commented.

"Why don't you give me some advice?!"

After waiting for a moment, Zhou Kun's voice from the bottom of the mountain was a little angry: "Could it be that you look down on me, Zhou Kun? How dare a mere mortal not see clearly me, Zhou Kun?!"

"My uncle must not be such a narrow-minded person!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"Exactly what I expected,"

"There must be a mortal who assassinated my uncle, the junior master of our sect, and replaced his identity. It is really shameless!"

Zhou Kun's voice quickly turned into a cry, and he said: "Uncle Master! Why did you just go like this!"

"Little great uncle!"

He actually burst into tears at the foot of Jinling Mountain in front of everyone, crying bitterly.

Many inner and outer disciples who had been prepared nearby came out, took out white cloths, wore sackcloth and mourning, and played mournful music.

"My great-uncle, my soul has returned!"

"What will the sect do without you..."

For a time, there was constant crying and howling at the foot of the mountain.

There were mourning cloths, incense, candles, and lights, and even a tablet for Jiang Dingshi's great-uncle was carved out, making it a grand and large-scale funeral scene.

"Nice idea."

Jiang Ding's smile faded and he stood up.