Rise of Qinglian

Wu State, Tianquan Mountain. A certain quiet courtyard, a certain guest room.

Wang Qingshan sat cross-legged on the wooden bed with his eyes slightly closed.

In front of him, there are hundreds of cyan flying swords suspended. If you observe carefully, you can find that these flying swords are not physical.

After a moment, Wang Qingshan opened his eyes, and a glimmer of light shot out of his eyes.

The hundreds of cyan flying swords suspended in front of him turned into dots of cyan light and disappeared.

"Finally advanced to the fourth level of foundation building."

Wang Qingshan breathed a long sigh of relief, his eyes filled with joy.

It had been ten years since they left the family, and many clan members had been killed or injured, including him and Wang Changhao, and ten or twelve clan members died at the mouth of the monster.

Tianquan Mountain has rich resources for cultivating immortals. Hunting monsters is more dangerous and the rewards are not small. He purchased the resources for cultivating immortals and successfully advanced to the fourth level of foundation building. He was promoted to the first level in ten years. This cultivation speed is not fast, and Wang Qingshan is already very satisfied. .

He opened the door and walked out.

Wang Changhao and Wang Qingjun were chatting in the stone pavilion. Wang Changhao also advanced to the fourth level of foundation building, and Wang Qingjun also reached the ninth level of Qi refining.

"Qingshan, you are out of seclusion and on the fourth floor of the foundation building. Congratulations!"

When Wang Changhao saw Wang Qingshan, he subconsciously used his spiritual consciousness to scan, his face showed joy, and he congratulated.

"Congratulations, seventh brother, for being promoted to the fourth level of foundation building."

Wang Qingjun smiled innocently and congratulated.

Wang Qingshan smiled slightly and said, "What are you talking about? I seemed to have heard you talking about auction just now."

"Qingshan, you have been in seclusion for two years. It is normal that you don't know. Tianquan Mountain is going to hold a large-scale auction. It is said that there will be a magic weapon auction. I plan to participate in this auction. If I can buy the next Foundation Establishment Pill, then It could not be better."

After buying the Foundation Establishment Pill, they will be rewarded and the family will return the cost of purchasing the Foundation Establishment Pill to them. This is to encourage them to purchase the Foundation Establishment Pill.

"That's a great relationship! But can we get so many spiritual stones?"

Wang Qingshan is a little worried. Large-scale cities have rich resources for cultivating immortals, and there are many wealthy cultivators. It is not known how many forces will send people to participate in large-scale auctions. If you want to bid for the Foundation Establishment Pill, you will not be able to do it without enough spiritual stones.

"The total number of spirit stones we have in hand is less than 30,000 spirit stones. I have thought about it. The auction will not be held until half a year. If we continue to hunt monsters, we should be able to accumulate enough spirit stones to auction the foundation building pills. , if it doesn’t work, sell a set of second-level formations.”

Wang Qingshan nodded and said: "This is a good suggestion. I agree, let's do it! But we don't have a short time to come out. The auction is over and we should go back to bring back the ashes of other clan members."

"Of course."

Wang's Grocery Store, backyard.

In the room, Wang Lin was sitting cross-legged on the futon, his eyes slightly closed, and his body was covered with a layer of black light.

His upper body was bare, and there was a ferocious bloody ghost pattern on his chest.

The bloody ghost seemed to be a living creature, its eyes moving endlessly.

The ghost roar of "Woo" sounded, and the bloody ghost seemed to come to life, its hands and feet were shaking, and it was vaguely about to fly out of his body.

The bloody ghost's head emerged from its body, looking extremely ferocious.

The bloody ghost turned its head and opened its bloody mouth, revealing a row of sharp teeth, trying to eat Wang Lin.

Wang Lin suddenly opened his eyes, his face became distorted, and his whole body was shaking.

His face turned red, he opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood, which fell into the bloody ghost's mouth.

The bloody ghost swallowed the blood spurted by Wang Lin and licked his tongue, not satisfied.

Wang Lin kneaded his fingers endlessly, mysterious black spiritual patterns appeared on the surface of his body, and the bloody ghost showed a look of pain.

Black spirit patterns appeared on his body one after another, forming a vague formation. The bloody ghost let out a scream, returned to his body, and was sealed in his chest.

Wang Lin was sweating profusely and his face was bloodless.

He hurriedly took out two blood-colored pills, swallowed them, and his face looked better.

"We have to find a way to deal with the blood demon sealed in the body. Its appetite is getting bigger and bigger, and it is getting more and more violent. If it continues, sooner or later I will be devoured by it and turn into a mummy."

Wang Lin muttered to himself, his eyes full of fear.

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South China Sea, Lingbi Island.

In Taiyi Palace, in a secret room, Wang Mingren was sitting cross-legged on a futon, his body covered by a large golden and red spiritual light.

Not long after, the aura dissipated, and Wang Mingren opened his eyes, with a hint of joy in his eyes.

"Fourth level of foundation building."

Wang Mingren said to himself, his face full of joy.

He has been in Nanhai for ten years. When he first came here, he was on the second level of foundation building. Now he is on the fourth level of foundation building. This cultivation speed is already very fast.

The ten-year period has expired and he can return to the sect.

He opened the door to the secret room and walked out.

As soon as he walked out of Taiyi Palace, Chen Yang came towards him.

"Senior Brother Chen, long time no see."

Wang Mingren saw Chen Yang and said hello with a smile.

"Junior Brother Wang, I haven't seen you for a long time. You have already advanced to the fourth level of Foundation Establishment. Your cultivation speed really puts me to shame. I heard that you are leaving. Junior Brother Chen and I will be the host. Tonight at Lingyun Tower, you Must come.”

Chen Yang said enthusiastically.

Wang Mingren smiled and agreed: "You're welcome, little brother. I'll be there on time."

That evening, Chen Yang and many other disciples held a banquet at Lingyun Tower to see Wang Mingren off.

"I have been coming to Lingbi Island for many years. I would like to thank all the senior brothers and sisters for taking care of me. I dedicate this glass of wine to you all."

Wang Mingren toasted everyone with a sincere expression.

Chen Yang smiled boldly and said, "Junior brother Wang, you're welcome. We are from the same sect and we need to take care of each other. If I need your help in the future, don't refuse."

"I will definitely do it. As long as it is within my ability, I will never refuse."

Everyone exchanged cups, talking and laughing.

Three days later, more than fifty disciples including Wang Mingren gathered on the fourth floor. Leng Rumei, a middle-aged Confucian scholar and Mo Yishan sat in front of them.

"The rotation period has arrived. According to the regulations of this sect, you can return to the sect. After returning to the sect, you must practice diligently and unite with the sect. You are welcome to come again next time. Today I will offer you tea instead of wine to see you off and wish you the best. Have a safe trip to you.”

Mo Yishan said slowly, picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp.

"Thank you, Master Mo."

"It's getting late, Senior Brother Mo, Junior Sister Leng and I are going on the road, please say goodbye."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar and Leng Rumei walked downstairs, and Wang Mingren and others hurriedly followed.

After leaving Taiyi Palace, they headed straight for the Teleportation Palace.

When they arrived at the teleportation hall, they teleported away in batches.

Wang Mingren was in the last group, standing with Leng Rumei.

Not long after, only Wang Mingren and others were left.

Wang Mingren looked back at the place where he had lived for ten years, with a look of reluctance in his eyes. He let out a breath and walked to the teleportation array.

A dazzling white light lit up under their feet, drowning their figures. After the white light dissipated, they all disappeared.