I Try To Become An Immortal Through Mortal Science

Three days later, Luo Hong and Yu Ruoxi had left Wushan, and the Qian family was holding Qian Tianbao's funeral. Immortal cultivators from the five families gathered to see him off.

"Without the patriarch of the foundation-building period, the Qian family is afraid that it will also decline like the Zhou family. Why do they have to cling to the ancestral secret method?"

Zhao Qingling muttered to herself in the guard of a group of Zhao family immortal cultivators, she never thought there was anything wrong with her choice, she just didn't understand.

At this time, there were clanging footsteps outside the mourning hall, and soon a girl wearing a tiger-head armor and holding a spear ran in.

Looking at the coffin in the middle of the mourning hall, the girl lowered her head silently, her black hair covering her eyebrows.

"Mulan, my condolences."

After that day, Grandma Sun became a little stooped, and her body became more and more old-fashioned, and she was only one step away from the coffin in the mourning hall at this time.

Qian Mulan didn't respond, the hand holding the gun trembled due to too much force, and suddenly seemed to have reached the limit of patience, raised the spear and slammed it on the ground.

With a bang, the whole mourning hall trembled three times!

Qian Mulan then slammed it twice more, each with more force, which shocked many guests to stagger.

"Mulan, have you advanced to Foundation Establishment?!"

Zhao Qingling and other patriarchs sensed the girl's cultivation based on the girl's aura, first they were shocked, and then they all showed their original expressions.

Thinking about it, Qian Tianbao chose to fight hard precisely because the Qian family had successors.

"I'm fine, elders, what will my father say before he dies?"

Qian Mulan raised her head, her eyes were reddish, but she didn't shed any tears, she cupped her hands and asked the heads of the three families.

"Unfortunately, none of us have been able to see Brother Qian for the last time. This is Brother Qian's storage bag. Put it away, Mulan."

The head of the Li family shook his head regretfully, and handed out a blood-stained storage bag.

Sensing that her father's consciousness still remained on the storage bag, Qian Mulan knew that no one had opened the storage bag before her.

"You elders have a heart, thank you."

After expressing her thanks, Qian Mulan wiped away the remnants of her father's leftover consciousness with a resolute face, and put her own consciousness into the storage bag to search.

not there!

Her face suddenly changed.

"Mulan, is there something wrong?"

Zhao Qingling asked suspiciously.

"Ah, it's all right, I just didn't expect my father to bring the leftover dolls from my childhood with him.

Dare I ask you seniors, were there other cultivators present when my father died? "

The heads of the two families, Sun and Li, looked at each other, and then looked at Zhao Qingling in unison. After all, Luo Hong and Yu Ruoxi were guests of the Zhao family.

"Mulan, those two didn't harm your father, and they are both disciples of alchemy monks, so don't take your anger out on them."

Zhao Qingling didn't want the new head of the Qian family to die due to some unwise actions.

"Mulan is also a sensible person, and she will definitely not blame others. It's just about the death of my father. I want to know as much as possible. I also ask the head of the Zhao family to help me."

Qian Mulan lowered her head and cupped her hands, hiding the glint in her eyes.

Who did the father give the jade slip to?

Must find out!

...

Near Shanyang City, which is thousands of miles away from the Zheyue Sect, there is a spiritual tea garden jointly operated by several immortal cultivating families.

This garden is rich in a kind of spiritual tea called "Qingxin", which can make the drinker calm and clear, and the price is not expensive, so it is very popular among cultivators.

Today coincided with the production of new tea, several deacons of the tea garden invited friends from their respective families to set up a few tables in the tea pavilion, drinking tea and chatting, very happy.

These people are quite old, and although their cultivation bases are around the twelfth level of Qi Refining, they are senior managers in their respective families. In terms of power, they are three points higher than those members of the Foundation Establishment period who only know how to practice.

"Brother Huang, your family has been friends with the Zheyue Sect for generations. I wonder if there is a way to trade Jidan?"

"Did Brother Song Xian receive any news? Otherwise, with the strength of your Song family, you shouldn't have to worry about a few Foundation Establishment Pills."

"Brother Huang, don't pretend to be ignorant. I don't believe you don't know that the Scarlet Forbidden Land will be sealed for sixty years!"

"All the powerful Cultivating Clans in the Yue Kingdom know about this matter, and my Huang family naturally knows about it too."

"In that case."

"Since this is the case, Brother Song Xian shouldn't have said this, you must know that in the next sixty years, we will eat only one of the Foundation Establishment Pills in the Immortal Cultivation Realm of Yue Kingdom and lose one!

Those of the Xiuxian family who know the news don't want to prepare more for their own family. Even if I have a connection, I will leave it to my family.

Although we have a good personal relationship, there is really no way to do this, my virtuous brother forgive me. "

"Hey, I really shouldn't embarrass Brother Huang, it's all about the Foundation Establishment Pill, but I have another matter and I want to ask Brother Huang for help.

My youngest son has reached the age of cultivating immortals, so he asked brother Huang to help build a bridge so that this child can have the honor to worship in the Moon Sect. "

"Haha, my virtuous brother has a good idea. If a male cultivator can join the Concealing Moon Sect, a dual cultivator with good looks and qualifications will not be able to escape. I think I, Huang, had this idea when I was young, but unfortunately I failed. Today I will borrow my nephew to fulfill my wish back then!"

"Thank you, Brother Huang. My youngest son is of mediocre aptitude. I don't ask him to build a foundation. I only ask him to spread branches and leaves for the family and give birth to more descendants with spiritual roots."

"Hey, my brother's words are wrong. Since I have joined the Concealing Moon Sect and cultivated the technique of dual cultivation, my nephew may not have the opportunity to build a foundation."

"Is it so powerful? It's not like I haven't tried dual cultivation before. Although I didn't use the secret method of the Moon Sect, the difference in effect should not be too big, but it feels like it's just a little faster than normal cultivation."

"Haha, brother, that's a female dual cultivator with the same level of cultivation as myself. If the other party is a senior Foundation Establishment, it will be quite different!"

"Brother Huang was joking. We can only dream about such a dream."

"Haha, so I just said that there is a chance. My nephew is very handsome. What if such a good thing happens!"

These two immortal cultivators dressed as scribes were talking excitedly. After drinking the Kou Ling tea, they were about to discuss the newly released "Hiding the Moon Shame Flower List".

Suddenly, a tyrannical breath of mana came, and then an extremely gentle voice came:

"Can the two of you give up this place for a moment?"

"Ah, it turns out to be the senior of the Moon Sect! Brother Song Xian and I will leave immediately! By the way, senior, do you want to taste some top-notch Qingxin tea?"

As soon as the scholar surnamed Huang saw the pattern on the person's robe, he knew the identity of the person who came, and immediately stood up respectfully and saluted, eager to please.

"No need, the two of us will leave as soon as we say we have a conversation."

The woman in white waved back the two people, Huang and Song, who were bowing in front of them, and said helplessly to the people behind them:

"You boy, if you don't come down, are you so afraid of me?"

A young man in yellow stepped into the pavilion hesitantly, looking at the back of the woman in white with complicated emotions.