Immortal Clan: Starting from Managing a Blessed Land

Yao family cottage.

Yao Zuyao was sitting in the slightly old courtyard, and the quiet atmosphere around him could not relieve the heaviness in his heart at all.

He just sat quietly like that, his mind was like a flood, and he was also calculating the current situation of the Huangyan Mountains.

"The current situation in the Huangyan Mountains is calm on the surface, but in fact there is an undercurrent."

Yao Zuyao sighed slowly, his voice mixed with endless sorrow.

He raised his head and looked at the sky shrouded in clouds, as if he could see through the clouds the turbulent waves of the Huangyan Mountains hidden beneath the calm.

On his face, his forehead was broad and covered with ravines of varying depths, each of which seemed to tell the story of the wind, rain and vicissitudes he had experienced.

Time has carved too many marks on his face, and now, new worries are like a heavy carving knife, trying to add a few more deep marks on this face.

The two thick eyebrows lay across the eyes, frowning tightly together, with a trace of confusion and anxiety in their eyes:

"Although I am currently in the middle stage of foundation building, I am still ranked second."

"But then there was a rising star like Shang Haoran. This kid suddenly rose up and his momentum was staggering. His talent is not inferior to that of the old Shang family owner, and his combat power is even more powerful."

"And there is a powerful opponent like Hu Xueleng in front of him. That guy is very scheming and ruthless, and his family's power is also deeply entangled."

Yao Zuyao shook his head helplessly as he spoke.

He felt that he and the Yao family were like a hill sandwiched between two peaks, unable to move.

"What about my Yao family? There has been no progress. Now that I am getting older, the foundation of the family cannot be built at all times. It is really annoying."

Yao Zuyao's eyebrows frowned even more tightly.

As the head of a family, there is too much pressure on you.

This identity is like a heavy shackle, binding him tightly.

He is responsible for the rise and fall of his family and plans for the future of his people. Every decision he makes may be related to the life and death of his family.

And just three days ago, Yao Renyue, the foundation-building seed that the Yao family had always placed high hopes on, failed to build the foundation!

This news was like a bolt from the blue, hitting Yao Zuyao's heart hard.

That is the star of hope that the family spent a lot of manpower, material and financial resources to cultivate.

The Foundation Establishment Pill that was obtained at a huge cost was also wasted. This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the Yao family and caused heavy losses.

Yao Zuyao's heart became more and more depressed. He clenched his hands tightly into fists, and his joints turned white from exertion:

"How can the situation turn around next?"

Of course, new foundation-building seeds must be cultivated internally.

Externally, they still have to form an alliance with merchants to fight against the Hu family.

But this is obviously just a delaying tactic, and the Yao family is not safe in a fundamental sense.

"If our Yao family fails to launch a new foundation building within twenty years, I'm afraid we will be forced to leave."

Yao Zuyao's inner worries were like a tide, coming in wave after wave, almost drowning him.

In fact, Yao Zuyao now wants to voluntarily withdraw from this land of disputes!

There is a tide of corpses outside the Huangyan Mountains, and there are three bloody families fighting inside.

But the second-level spiritual vein took a generation of the Yao family to work hard to obtain, and it took the ancestors hundreds of years to operate it. Can he just give it up?

Yao Zuyao suddenly thought of the merchant from twenty years ago.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly:

"The current situation of our Yao family is just like the situation faced by the old merchant family back then."

But thinking about the subsequent development, a look of deep envy suddenly appeared on Yao Zuyao's face:

"But there are businessmen like Shang Haoran and Shang Ting who are talented young people who have been ordered to support the whole family in times of crisis, but my Yao family has no successors, alas!"

The Hu family is afraid of the business and the Yao family is envious of the business's success in surviving the big crisis.

But at this moment, the Huangyan Mountains are treacherous, and Hu Xueleng's plan is gradually being implemented.

However, it will take time to contact the Mu Xiu Talisman, refine the blood magic bat, and stabilize the subsequent refining of the blood spirit son to upgrade it to the second-level intermediate level.

The Blood Demon Sect's disciple mission was immediately released, and many Blood Demon Sect demon cultivators began to rob and kill caravans from various merchants.

When the news came, the merchants chose to fight hard.

Directly send three family elders who are in the advanced stage of Qi training to lurk in the caravan, and ask the caravan's children to carry a large number of magic weapons and talismans to meet the enemy.

They went back and forth to kill several times, creating a see-saw situation.

Although the merchant's three medium-sized caravans and six small caravans are operating normally, it is impossible for the merchant to expand the number and scale of the caravans.

Years pass, another year later.

Late at night, inside the house.

Shang Ting sat cross-legged on the futon, practicing with deep concentration.

The breath has reached the peak of the ninth level of Qi training!

His posture is as tall and straight as a towering mountain.

His eyes suddenly flashed with a gleam of substance, and he thought:

"Breaking through the peak of Qi training is today!"

Immediately, Shang Ting slowly closed his eyes and fell into meditation.

The body exudes an otherworldly aura, as if it is isolated from the surrounding space and forms a world of its own.

He took a deep breath, slowly stretched out his hands, and a Condensation Pill appeared out of thin air in his palms.

This elixir has a golden appearance, is as round and smooth as the most perfect jade beads, and exudes a faint medicinal fragrance. Just one whiff will make your mind wander.

The elixir melts in your mouth.

In an instant, a surging spiritual power flowed into his body like a rushing river!

The power of this spiritual power spread quickly like a flood that broke a bank, like the hottest flame, and like the coldest cold current, traveling freely through his meridians!

Every meridian is baptized by this spiritual power and is forged with vitality, guiding this spiritual power steadily to the depths of the Dantian!

This warm current of spiritual power surged happily in his body and quickly poured into his spiritual orifice.

As a result, the mana inside the Immortal Aperture received an almost terrifying increase in a short period of time.

"Condensation!"

A low and majestic word came out of Shang Ting's mouth, as if it was an irresistible military order issued to the spiritual power in his body.

He began to mobilize the magic power of the limbs and bones, guiding them to converge towards the spiritual orifice.

Look inside the Dantian spiritual orifice.

I saw the dark green mana inside, as rich as a green lake that could flow, surging slowly.

Every trace of mana is like a concentrated giant tree, containing huge vitality and aura.

Under his guidance, these mana began to gradually condense.

Just like the trees in the vast forest gradually come closer and merge into a larger and more solid existence, the quality becomes extremely rich!

At the same time, the volume of dark green mana is also expanding at an alarming rate.

The space in the spiritual orifice was quickly filled.

The process from the early stages of Qi training to its peak is like cultivating a tiny seed into a towering tree.

The dark green mana began to transform from the original light green to the ultimate mature stage at this moment.

"change!"

Shang Ting controls the flow of magic easily and boldly.

His control is like that of the most precise craftsman, carving the most precious works of art.

The magic power is continuously compressed and condensed in the spiritual orifice, and every trace of magic power seems to be placed under ten thousand meters of the deep sea, under unimaginable pressure.

The dark green mana becomes more and more pure through such compression and condensation.

Every trace of dark green mana at this time contains five times the rich spiritual energy of light green mana!

As the mana continued to condense, Shang Ting's whole body began to fluctuate with spiritual energy.

These fluctuations are ripples of energy that spread out around him.

In the room and the entire house, the spiritual energy around him seemed to be caught in a huge storm, stirred up crazily, forming huge whirlwinds.

In the whirlwind, the wood energy of time spreads and grows, like ancient life resurrecting.

The wood aura was as strong as substance, dancing happily around the business pavilion, as if worshiping its monarch.

The nourishment of wood energy over the years is like spring rain nourishing the earth, making the limbs and bones of Shangting instantly contain huge vitality.

His body seemed to have been reshaped, every inch of muscle and every bone was being absorbed and transformed!

In the room, the spiritual energy fluctuated gradually.

"Creak" wooden furniture and furnishings trembled violently under the fierce impact of spiritual energy, making a squeaking sound.

At this time, Shangting has entered the most critical moment of breaking through the ranks.

His consciousness stared closely at the spiritual orifice, seeing through every subtle change in the mana.

Under Shang Ting's superb control, the mana in the spiritual orifice gradually reached a critical point.

This critical point is the edge of the ninth level of Qi training, which is about to make a qualitative leap and cross over to a whole new realm.

"break!"

Shang Ting whispered in his heart.

The next moment, all the mana in his body seemed to surge.

Without any surprise, he easily broke through the spiritual aperture barrier and reached the peak of Qi training!

An extremely pure spiritual power instantly poured into the spiritual orifice, blending with the original dark green mana.

The aura became extremely powerful.

Finally, a touch of dark green was slowly born in the deep green lake!

The dark green magic power is like the richest water color in a deep ancient pool, so deep that it is almost mysterious.

It flows slowly in the spiritual orifice, shining with a cold luster.

Immediately, all the dark green mana in the spiritual orifice was quickly saturated with this dark green.

In the end, everything turned into a dark green swamp, revealing a symbol of extreme heaviness and depth.

"At this stage, my trace of mana is already more than ten times the quality of the monks in the early stages of Qi training!"

Shang Ting smiled slightly, realized it carefully, and gently activated his magic power.

I just feel that the dark green mana seems to be condensed from dark green substances, and it has a heavy and powerful power.

It is like a silent dark green giant mountain, firmly entrenched in the Dantian and unshakable.

When it is mobilized, it is like a huge mountain collapsing and mudslides surging out. Every ray of mana carries overwhelming power!

Underneath its dark green appearance, there is a sense of substance-like heaviness.

"I haven't experienced this feeling for a long time, the peak of Qi training!"