Three years passed in the blink of an eye.
Ning Yuan's cultivation has reached the peak of the Meteor Realm, and there is almost no room for improvement.
However, he still practiced normally every day, refining the power of the stars, making it more condensed and increasing his foundation, just to break through to the next realm.
In the star core realm, the nine stars merge into one and the star core is formed.
Now in Ning Yuan's dantian, there are nine golden stars, surrounded by countless silver stars. According to the laws of the Zhoutian and a certain melody, they are quietly rotating in his dantian.
Just wait for a certain moment to come, and then the nine stars will merge into one to form a star core!
"Boy, what's going on?"
"How long will it take to break through?"
This day.
Old Jintou from next door, holding a wine gourd in his hand, walked into the yard in three steps and asked Ning Yuan.
For the past three years, Old Jintou has acted as if he has completely given up.
Every day I am either drinking or on my way to drinking.
Everyone could see that this person was at the end of his strength and was about to run out of energy and blood and die.
The more so.
No one dares to provoke him.
Even the City Lord's Mansion and Qingyun Sword Sect took the initiative to send him some healing medicine and encouraged him not to give up.
Maybe there is still a chance to regain the opportunity to reach the level of a god.
But that's all.
I just don't want him to give up on himself or do something irrational when facing death.
It’s not that we have to be on guard everywhere, but there are people watching us everywhere!
Report his whereabouts and movements at any time. Fortunately, in the past three years, Old Jintou has been very law-abiding and has only had close contact with Ning Yuan, the president of the Qinglong Society next door.
But every time I leave, I always laugh uncontrollably.
Very happy and delighted.
Moreover, every time Old Jintou came to see Ning Yuan, the Qinglong Society would cede part of its interests to the Canyang Gang. Everyone in the outside world realized that Old Jintou was not looking for him to chat or talk, but was clearly going there to blackmail him every now and then.
However, I clearly knew what Old Jintou meant.
Ning Yuan did not dare to resist because the other party was a late Nascent Soul cultivator who was about to die at any time.
Therefore, we can only swallow our anger, choose to endure again and again, and retreat again and again.
This also made the City Lord's Mansion and Qingyun Sword Sect feel very relieved. After all, Ningyuan's Qinglong Society had suffered repeated losses in real money, all of which had been taken over by the Canyang Gang.
However, no matter how the Qinglong Society and the Canyang Gang fight, they must pay a lot of spirit stones to the higher-ups. This is why the higher-ups like it very much, while the lower-ups keep fighting over it.
Because as long as they keep fighting, even if it is a small fight, blood feud will accumulate over time, and by then, it will be impossible to avoid a large-scale battle.
This way, it is convenient for the upper level to control them, but at the same time, they can also be on guard against them coming together, uniting to fight against the upper level and deceiving their superiors.
“It’s almost there!”
"Why are you so idle today, Senior?"
"Didn't the city lord ask you to play chess?"
The City Lord's Mansion was also worried about Old Jintou, so in order to have a more intuitive understanding of his situation.
Every few days.
The city lord would take the initiative to invite him into the city lord's mansion to play chess and talk with each other.
It's said to be a reminisce.
In fact, this is just a way to observe at any time how long Old Jintou will live in the future, and to observe whether he begins to show signs of madness at the end of his rope.
"The city lord has been busy and has had no time to take care of me recently."
"During the next period of time, old man, I can relax and live a quiet and comfortable life."
Old Jin has become accustomed to the drinking he did in the first three years.
If you don't drink it for a day.
I feel uncomfortable all over.
To this end, Ning Yuan spent a large sum of money to buy a recipe for brewing spirit wine from an auction outside, and gave it to the winemaker of Shiweitian to brew it. In addition to selling a part of it to others to obtain part of the cost, almost all the rest was supplied to Lao Jintou, and a small part was given as a reward to the members of the gang.
"Oh, what happened?"
"Is it more important than looking at you?"
Old Jintou is definitely the top priority of the City Lord’s Mansion now.
Ten years have passed.
For mortals, it may be extremely long.
However, for the monks, it is just a matter of a snap of the fingers.
Therefore, neither the City Lord's Mansion nor the Qingyun Sword Sect made trouble, but chose to wait quietly and watch Old Golden Head die over the years.
This is the most reliable way to regain control of the Canyang Gang.
"In Fiery City, this old man's matter is considered a big deal."
"But, looking at the entire continent, whether I live or die is completely irrelevant and won't cause a single ripple."
"The City Lord's Mansion naturally has more important things to do."
"It's not really a secret. I guess the whole continent will know about it in a few days."
"The Secret Realm of the Royal Court will be opened in two years."
"All cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage can go there, participate in the secret realm, and seize the opportunity to achieve the Divine Transformation stage."
"How about it, any ideas?"
"If you have any ideas, I can accompany you to go in and give it a try, even if it means risking my life!"
Old Jintou poured a big mouthful of spirit wine into his mouth.
Some of it spilled out and landed on the gray beard under his forehead.
But he didn't care at all.
Instead, he looked at Ning Yuan with bright eyes, expecting his answer.
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