Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

Such a simple thing was nothing to Wu Fan, so he happily agreed.

However, this matter is undoubtedly a big deal for these three people.

Not surprisingly, Linghu Mu and the other three were overjoyed upon hearing this. After looking at each other, their faces were filled with excitement and they hurriedly thanked Wu Fan for his kindness, looking like they were crying with gratitude.

But in response to the thanks from several people, Wu Fan just chuckled with a disapproving expression.

Then, after chatting with the three of them for a while, he sent them out on the grounds that he wanted to consolidate his realm.

Afterwards, Wu Fan told Ling'er a few more words, and then returned to the small space to consolidate the realm.

…

Time flies, and more than half a month has passed.

On this day, twenty or thirty people were gathering in the main hall of Lingyun Sect.

These people were men, women, old and young, but without exception, they were all golden elixir stage monks.

A small number of people are sitting in the front seats, some are closing their eyes and concentrating, and some are gathering together to chat. However, these people are all very majestic. At first glance, they are a large number of monks, and their cultivation levels are generally very high. There are even several late-stage Jindan monks.

As for most of the people sitting at the back, they seemed a little more reserved. Every time they looked at the people in front, their eyes were a little dodgey. Even if their eyes met, they would immediately smile back, looking a little submissive.

It is not difficult to see that these people must be monks from small cultivating families. It is possible that each of them is the highest monk in his family.

After all, it is very rare for a cultivating family to have a Golden Core Stage cultivator.

The entire hall seemed a bit noisy, loud talks filled the entire hall, and the topics discussed were also diverse.

However, everyone seemed to be worried, and some even sat there with their brows furrowed and silent, with worries clearly visible in their eyes.

However, at this moment, as if they sensed something, everyone stopped talking and turned to look towards the door.

At this moment, Linghu Mu, Chu Ruozi, and Yuwenshi were belatedly arriving, striding toward the top seat.

During the walk, the three of them were full of momentum, with calm smiles on their faces. Facing the monks of the same rank in this room, they remained unmoved and did not look at anyone, just like leaders.

This scene fell in the eyes of everyone in the room, but they couldn't help but look at each other.

Among the few late-stage monks at the front, a cold light flashed deep in their eyes.

You know, under normal circumstances, these three people would never dare to be so rude. It is obvious that the three of them are showing off their power at this moment.

However, there were the most people in the room at this time, and the worried look on their faces became more intense.

Judging from the performance of these three people, I am afraid that what they guessed is probably true.

"Haha, you fellow Taoists have traveled thousands of miles to come to my Lingyun Sect, which really makes my humble home shine. Just now, I was entangled in some trivial matters and couldn't come over to entertain you fellow Taoists in time. It is really a helpless move. Please don't Ask for blame.”

After Linghu Mu came to the top, he glanced at the people below and didn't see him salute, so he just put his hands behind his back and chuckled.

The same goes for Chu Ruozi and the other two. They just looked at the people below and smiled without saying a word. They showed no hospitality at all as hosts should.

When everyone below heard this, their faces immediately showed anger. Who could not see that these three people were obviously declaring their sovereignty and deliberately neglecting them.

Could it be that you, Linghu Mu, are entangled in trivial matters and the other two people can't get away from it?

Of course, although everyone thinks so, they dare not speak out. Now that it has not been confirmed, no one wants to be the first to do so.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Linghu has something to do. It's reasonable for him to be late. How can we blame him? However, it is said that there was a thunder tribulation phenomenon in your sect a few days ago. Qian thought it was Linghu. Fellow Taoist is going through the tribulation, but this is not the case now. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Linghu can tell me who caused the thunder tribulation a few days ago? In addition, has that person survived the thunder tribulation now?"

As soon as Linghu Mu finished speaking, an old man in a soap robe sitting in the front row immediately asked. It was obvious that he couldn't wait.

After hearing this, everyone below looked at Linghu Mu. It was obvious that everyone was equally eager to know this matter.

"Haha, what Fellow Daoist Qian said really puts me to shame. You and I are both monks from the Kingdom of Tianhu. We have known each other for so many years. Don't you still know me well? How can I cause disaster with my talent? I'm afraid I will stay in the late Jindan stage for the rest of my life.”

"As for who the senior who caused the catastrophe is, I don't need to hide anything from you. In fact, this person is an old friend of my master. My uncle happened to pass by our Lingyun Sect a few days ago, so he directly I have advanced here, and my uncle Jiren Tianxiang has successfully given birth to a baby. As for my uncle’s name, it is not convenient to tell fellow Taoist Qian.”

After hearing the question, Linghu Mu turned his attention to the old man in the soap robe, and said slowly with a slight smile. But during the conversation, his eyes were full of pride, and he looked at the man sitting in the front row intentionally or unintentionally. A few other people glanced at him.

"What, he's actually Uncle Kong's old friend, and he's already had a baby?"

The old man in soap robe was shocked when he heard this, and a complex look immediately appeared in his eyes.

He was originally the Grand Elder of the "Feixing Valley", the largest sect in Tianhu Country, and he was also a late-stage cultivator. He could be said to be able to cover the sky with one hand in Tianhu Country before.

However, after hearing this news now, he had a lot of thoughts, and his heart was mixed with joy and sorrow. If Lingyun Sect really had such a backer, it would be both a good thing and a bad thing for him.

The good thing is that his Tianhu Country will no longer be remembered in the future, and those small countries and sects will definitely be restrained and dare not start disputes innocently. As for the bad thing, it is also simple. His Feixing Valley may have to withdraw from the position of the largest sect.

Just as the old man in the black robe had a gloomy face, the people below were also shocked by Linghu Mu's words. Their faces became gloomy. No one spoke for a while, as if they were weighing something.

However, at this moment, an inappropriate voice came out.

"Hmph! What Fellow Daoist Linghu said is just empty talk. How can you prove that the man is your uncle? In addition, does it mean that he really succeeded in advancing? Otherwise, let the senior come out to meet us. We also want to admire the demeanor of a Yuanying stage cultivator."

The gloomy words were spoken by a skinny and sinister-looking man in the front row. At this time, this man's eyes flashed with cold light, staring at Linghu Mu tightly, emitting a terrifying pressure from his body. He was actually a peak Jindan stage cultivator.