Natural fairy species

Zhang Cong was born into a wealthy family. He was smart since he was a child. His spiritual root was detected when he was eight years old, and he was recommended to the Qingfeng Sect as a fairy seedling.

After more than forty years of qi refining, the foundation has been successfully established.

I have also imagined the vision of forming a core, but unfortunately after practicing for more than 30 years and reaching the peak of the early stage of foundation building, I have been stuck in a bottleneck.

After taking several barrier-breaking pills, I was unable to break through. I gradually developed resistance to the pills, and its effect became minimal.

If you want to rely on the power of spiritual elixirs to break through the bottleneck, you can only change to higher-level elixirs.

After accumulating spiritual stones for many years, I went to Zengguang Fairy City to buy a Water-Fire Yin-Yang Pill, but in the end I still fell short.

At this point, he simply gave up his thoughts and honestly performed his duties as the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall.

After establishing the foundation, Zhang Cong went back to the mortal family several times and chose relatives with spiritual roots to take with him and train him.

It's a pity that no one can live up to his expectations. The one with the highest cultivation level is at the sixth level of Qi refining.

The Zhang family lives on a hill not far from the mountain gate. It can't even be called a complete spiritual lineage. It only has two small first-level high-grade spiritual lands.

But for the Zhang family, which only has seven or eight monks in total, it is enough.

If it weren't for Zhang Cong's face, he wouldn't be able to occupy this place.

In the mourning hall, all members of the Zhang family were dressed in plain clothes, and a few well-educated people were responsible for entertaining guests and taking care of the coffin.

More ordinary people are doing rough work.

Bai Zichen took the green incense and bowed to the memorial tablet of senior brother Zhang Cong.

Liao Changqing followed him, and after offering incense, the Zhang family members who couldn't bear to try to please others said anything.

His face was stern, and the coercion belonging to the foundation-building monks came out from his body, and the surrounding area suddenly became quiet.

"Senior Brother Bai, I wonder what position you are going to choose next?"

There are still a lot of former disciples under Liao Changqing, and life is very difficult without anyone to take care of them.

I plan to seek a position directly without waiting for the ten-year transition period.

He is not a newcomer who has just established a foundation. He needs to modify his skills to adapt to his cultivation, purchase spiritual weapons, etc.

Liao Changqing didn't have the same skills as Liu An. He could serve in the Weapon Refining Hall, and he could only wait for the upper management to decide where he would be assigned.

"I'm not in a hurry. I'll think about it for a few years... Senior Brother Liang is here, let's go up and greet him."

Liang Yu and several elders from the Law Enforcement Hall strode over. The panicked monks from the Zhang family hurriedly went out and knelt on the ground.

After leaving, apart from a few sect members who had good relations with each other during his lifetime, there were not many elders from the sect who came to pay their respects.

"Get up, today I'm here to see Junior Brother Zhang off for the last time."

Liang Yu wanted to take care of Zhang Cong's descendants, but no one seemed to like him.

I'm afraid that after a few years, these people won't even be able to preserve the legacy left by Zhang Cong.

Liang Yu saw Bai Zichen and nodded to him: "You are here too."

Liao Changqing saluted and said hello excitedly. Being noticed by Liang Yu, his visit was not in vain.

When the auspicious time came, Liang Yu, as the officiant, stood in front of the coffin with a sad face.

"Every life must lead to death, and premature death is not dictated by fate."

"After thousands of years, who knows the honor and disgrace!"

Every time Liang Yu recited a eulogy, he waved a red light into the coffin.

As four majestic and deep red lights engulfed the four corners, the coffin looked much heavier.

There were a few drops of sweat on Liang Yu's forehead. The four restrictions he put in place with great effort were enough to prevent ordinary monks in the early stages of foundation building.

He did this because the Zhang family was weak and unable to care for the tombs of their ancestors, and he was worried that Junior Brother Zhang Cong's body would be humiliated.

This kind of thing rarely happens in Heishan County, just as a precaution. No immortal cultivating family in Hejian County dares to bury their elders like this.

Among the magic techniques, there are several secret methods of corpse refining that transform the bodies of dead monks into zombies.

Body-refining monks are better, and the transformed zombies are higher-level and stronger.

This secret method of refining corpses is very effective and does not require any materials except the monk's body.

It is very popular among the magic monks.

Whichever house has a foundation-building monk to be enthroned, ghost spirit sect monks will come to the door immediately, and there will be a lot of fights to snatch the body.

Many aristocratic families directly cremate the remains of their ancestors.

Or simply take action yourself and turn the ancestor into a zombie first to protect the family.

"Master Liang, the only adult in my family is worthy of education. In the past, our ancestors also put a lot of effort into him..."

The monk at the sixth level of Qi Refining from the Zhang family pulled a teenager to kneel in front of Liang Yu and kowtow vigorously.

"I beg you, Master Liang, for the sake of my ancestor, to make me your disciple."

Liang Yu reached out and pinched the young man's wrist, using a trace of magic power.

Four spiritual roots, second level of Qi refining.

"I have stopped accepting disciples for a long time, and you don't have time to teach under my sect... I'll write a note, you can take it to the sect, and I'll arrange for him to become an outer disciple."

Liang Yu called Bai Zichen, leaving the two of them kneeling and kowtowing.

"I didn't expect that among Senior Brother Zhang's clan, there isn't even one person who can hold up the lintel."

Bai Zichen shook his head. If there was a good idea, Liang Yu might just accept it.

"Even the ancestor of the Pill Formation can't guarantee how outstanding his descendants will be... Let's not talk about this. From now on, just for the sake of Junior Brother Zhang, we can look after him a little bit."

Liang Yu followed the mountain road and came to a secluded place.

"Everyone has a different path in cultivation, and I have nothing to offer you. I hope you can learn from Junior Brother Zhang and never be careless."

"There are endless weird techniques of monks outside... Either don't fight with others, or do it with extreme force. Don't give the other party any chance to use their trump cards."

"I am in the sect, and I don't want to hear the news that your soul lamp is extinguished."

"Keep walking on thin ice with a heart that is courageous and diligent... Senior Brother Liang advised me to keep this in mind and not be arrogant or careless."

Bai Zichen has a very clear understanding of himself. With the mysterious spirit around, some dangerous actions are completely unnecessary.

Those realm-breaking elixirs that were extremely tempting to ordinary monks were worthless to him.

"By the way, the ownership of the third-level spiritual land of Feiyue Lake has become clear. Those who are interested in going there are just a few of you new elders and a few people who have not fixed the third-level spiritual land. It will be easy to occupy a place based on your merits. Only you can One point, the spiritual land is divided into two third-level middle-grade spiritual lands, and four lower-grade third-order spiritual lands... Whether we can occupy the third-order middle-grade spiritual land needs to be discussed again."

Liang Yu was quite pleased to see that this junior brother did not have the arrogance of the sword cultivator who would rather bend than bend as rumored, and knew how to be flexible.

"I would also like to ask senior brother for advice on how to win the third-level mid-level spiritual land. Does the sect have regulations?"

Bai Zichen's eyes lit up. If he could have a third-level middle-grade spiritual land, of course he would strive for a better one.

In the process of cultivation, any increase in efficiency is a good thing.

"It's just a matter of a few of us voting. Junior Brother Wei brought Gu Xisheng in and asked him to act first as the acting head of the general affairs in the past few years. He also has the power to vote... Junior Brother Ying and I will definitely vote for you, but it's best to vote for you again." It would be safe to recruit a palace master."

Seven people vote, each with two choices, and the person with the highest number of votes wins.

"I see."

Bai Zichen nodded slightly. In addition to Senior Brother Liang Yu's efforts, he also had to think of a solution.

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Weapon Refining Hall.

Bai Zichen drew away 5,800 points of sect contribution at once, looking at the few contributions left on his elder's token with a little regret.

The proceeds from the last battle at Feiyue Lake and this year's salary allowed him to successfully pay off his debts.

"Junior Brother Bai really trusts people. He took the initiative to repay the sect's contribution even before I came to urge him."

Peng Chong touched his bald head and laughed heartily.

Even if they know that the other party will not default on the debt, every creditor is happy when receiving the debt.

"Senior Brother Peng generously helped me collect the contribution to exchange for the Foundation Establishment Pill. I will always remember this kindness... Now that you want to refine the spiritual weapon, it is time to spend a lot of money. How can I have the nerve to delay it. "

At that time, Peng Chongneng lent thousands of contributions without hesitation, even though he was optimistic about Bai Zichen and invested in advance.

But judging from the results, it helped him a lot.

"Haha, with Junior Brother Bai's contribution, I can redeem the last two materials and start refining the spiritual weapon next month... I will definitely succeed in one fell swoop this time!"

"Then I am here to wish Senior Brother Peng a great improvement in his weapon refining skills in advance!"

Bai Zichen took a sip of the spiritual tea at hand and asked slowly: "Senior Brother Dai is in the palace. I have something to find him."

"The master of the palace has just come out of the weapon refining room, I will immediately go and send a message."

Peng Chong didn't hesitate and stood up immediately.

This young Junior Brother Bai is now much more important than him, the veteran elder, in the minds of the senior leaders of the sect.

Peng Chong has the status of a second-level weapon refiner, and he is considered a prominent one among the elders in the early stages of foundation building.

After burning the incense, Bai Zichen met Dai Hui, the master of the Weapon Refining Hall.

"I've met Senior Brother Dai."

"No need to be polite, just find your own place to sit."

Dai Hui held a volume of ancient books in his hand, threw it on the table and laughed heartily: "Junior brother Bai is a rare visitor, why did you think of coming to my weapon refining hall today?"

"It's just that I have something to ask for, senior brother."

Bai Zichen took out the white iron elite and a bunch of auxiliary materials, and said with some embarrassment: "I have gathered the materials for refining another second-level flying sword in the secret sword refining method last time, and I would like to ask Senior Brother Dai to help."

"Oh, I didn't expect that Junior Brother Bai had such good luck and got the White Iron Elite so quickly... Even my weapon refining hall doesn't have this kind of mineral material."

Dai Hui took the White Iron Elite and threw it in his hand.

"The weight is enough, and it's a bit more... But I don't have time right now. Junior brother, you can either wait for me for five years, or find another junior brother to refine it."

"This is no excuse. I got inspiration by chance and am preparing to retreat immediately. I can't delay."

Among the five palace masters, Dai Hui is the youngest and still retains the hope of forming a pill.

Bai Zichen knew very well that this sudden inspiration came and went quickly.

Refining the Tianxin Sword takes at least several months.

If he had refined his sword first and then gone into seclusion, Dai Hui's inspiration would have slipped away long ago.

"Then I will wait for Senior Brother Dai to come out of seclusion. I can wait for five years... I wish Senior Brother Dai a smooth retreat and great progress in his cultivation."

Bai Zichen thought for a while and still felt that Dai Hui's sword-making skills were trustworthy.

If it were another person, if the sword-making materials were destroyed, he would have no place to find another white iron elite.

"Okay, Junior Brother Bai, don't worry, if everything goes well, you may be released from seclusion in two or three years!"

Dai Hui laughed and put away the sword-making materials.

"These extra white iron elites should be regarded as my reward for this sword refining."

Bai Zichen quickly thanked him and mentioned the matter of Feiyue Lake's third-level mid-grade spiritual land.

Without even thinking about it, Dai Hui readily agreed, saying that he would pass on his opinions to the head of Weidao before going into seclusion.