Chapter 102 Lin Sheng Builds Foundation
Jiang Yu almost vomited blood.
She could never have imagined that a strangulation operation jointly carried out by all the major immortal sects in Qingzhou would end with such tragic results.
She did not hesitate and immediately took out another magic rope and threw it out with a "swish". The golden elixir magic power surged, and the rope was like a spirit snake, waving and winding in the air, and in a blink of an eye, it trapped the third-level ape monster.
"Operation failed, retreat!"
Jiang Yu held up the Thunder and Fire Mirror and shot out a blazing light into the air, covering the entire body of the third-level ape monster.
For a moment, the ape demon kept roaring, and blood and magic power burst out of its body. Amid the crackling sound, Jiang Yu's third-level magic rope seemed to be unable to withstand it, and the rope was constantly cracking.
"retreat?"
When someone in the arms of the Foundation Building Elder Huang Chengyan heard these words, he immediately slid to the ground like a loach. His body sank and wisps of magic power rose around him, and instantly turned into a beam of light that soared into the sky!
"Brother Huang, Junior Sister, hurry up, retreat!"
His escape speed is comparable to that of a person in the late foundation building stage!
"ah?"
Han Bing and Huang Chengyan were both stunned.
"withdraw!"
The chief elder Yang Yan shouted, "The sect leader is at the rear, everyone, retreat at full speed, quickly!"
Many foundation-building monks in the forest turned into lights and rose from the ground like sharp arrows, quickly fleeing towards the direction of the Chaos Sect.
Along with crackling sounds, Jiang Yu's third-tier magic weapon, the Dragon Binding Rope, could no longer hold on and shattered into pieces as the King Kong Giant Ape struggled to break free.
"Little girl."
A sneer appeared on the ape demon's lips: "Why don't you leave? Do you want to die in Nanlu Valley?"
"Just you wait!"
Jiang Yu also had a youthful and energetic personality. He stomped his feet lightly, turned into a beam of light and chased in the direction of everyone.
…
A few days later.
In the Chaos Sect, in the Elder Hall, everyone returned one after another.
Ning Daoran stood in the corner of the hall with Big Dumb Deer, listening to everyone's discussions, and already knew the final result of this action.
The Chaos Sect suffered heavy losses. Not only did it lose a second-grade superior grade Heavenly Thunder Array, but six foundation-building elders also died in the battle.
Among them was Xu Ning, who had previously had conflicts with Ning Daoran.
When Xu Ning's body was brought back, a pile of broken limbs and body parts wrapped in a cloth made of cowhide, Ning Daoran felt a little complicated.
From now on, all grudges are truly settled.
Jiang Yu personally arranged a mountain protection formation to prevent the revenge of the monsters in Nanlu Valley.
Afterwards, she arranged a large amount of resources as compensation for the six foundation-building monks who died in the battle, including allowing their descendants with spiritual roots to directly enter the Chaos Sect to practice.
In addition, there will be rewards for monks who have made contributions in this battle.
"Junior Brother Ning."
She looked at the dusty and ragged Ning Daoran and said with a wry smile, "You have done a great service in saving Elder Huang, and you also lost a top-grade spiritual weapon. The sect should compensate you..."
As she spoke, she gently patted her storage bag and took out a silver round shield with rich spiritual energy. She said, "This is a second-level top-grade spiritual weapon silver shield. Consider it as compensation for you. Take it."
"Thank you, Senior Sister!"
Ning Daoran accepted it without hesitation.
Jiang Yu smiled and nodded, then left to arrange other things.
Until the evening, everyone dispersed and Ning Daoran took the big stupid deer back to Qiongbi Peak.
…
Although the battle in Nanlu Valley had a great impact on Ning Daoran's cultivation career, he soon returned to living a lazy and leisurely life on Qiongbi Peak.
A few days later, one evening.
"Junior Brother Ning."
Lin Sheng’s voice was heard from outside the small cloud and mist formation.
"Brother Lin?"
Ning Daoran dispersed the formation and welcomed Lin Sheng in.
After more than a year of recuperation, Lin Sheng regained a lot of spirit. After looking around the courtyard, he raised his thumb and pointed behind him: "Junior Brother Lu, go cook!"
“Ahhh~~~”
The big stupid deer immediately yelled and walked towards the kitchen majestically with a shovel in hand.
"What do you mean?"
Ning Daoran sat cross-legged, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Brother, are you ready?"
“Ready!”
Lin Sheng smiled lazily and said, "Brother is fifty-seven years old this year. If you don't build your foundation now, you will really miss the golden age for building your foundation. Tomorrow morning, I will go to the inner gate to apply for a cave for building your foundation!"
"OK!"
Ning Daoran smiled and nodded: "Lao Lu and I will wait for Brother to come out of seclusion!"
"Um!"
This time, Lin Sheng was obviously more confident than any time before.
…
The next day, Lin Sheng tried to build his foundation for the third time.
Ning Daoran and Dabenlu still set up a shed outside the cave to observe the foundation-building progress at any time.
On the first day, a spiritual mist rose in the air. Although it was not big, it was quite stable.
Half a month later, the spiritual mist sank into the cave and was completely refined.
Afterwards, Lin Sheng began to try to condense the liquid.
This time the speed of condensing the liquid was extremely slow, but it was steady. After more than a month of condensing the liquid, Lin Sheng's breath began to become deep and long.
"Old deer."
Ning Daoran sat cross-legged in the straw shed outside and said with a smile, "Senior Brother Lin Sheng is almost certain to win this time."
"Oh?"
The big stupid deer opened his eyes wide with envy. Senior Brother Lin Sheng was really amazing. He succeeded in building the foundation after only three attempts.
In fact, it knows nothing about foundation building.
After building the foundation for a hundred days, Lin Sheng came out of seclusion!
“Buzz——”
The figure walking out of the cave looked so energetic. Lin Sheng, who had entered the foundation-building stage, was full of energy, and the True Yang Furnace Art in his body was running on its own. The brave and diligent inner disciple was back!
"Congratulations to Senior Brother Lin for successfully building his foundation!"
Ning Daoran and Dabenlu immediately pulled out the prepared banner.
“Hahaha~~~”
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Lin Sheng laughed loudly, looking at the man and the deer in front of him, he felt as if he was in another world.
Without Ning Daoran's repeated encouragement and support, Lin Sheng would probably never have the chance to build a foundation in his life.
"Congratulations, Senior Brother Lin!"
Not far away, dozens of disciples flew down from Zhenyang Peak, each with joy on their face.
"Congratulations, Senior Brother, on building your foundation!"
"Oh no, now that we have established our foundation, we should call Brother Uncle Lin from now on!"
"Yes, yes, yes, congratulations to Uncle Master for completing his foundation!"
A group of people were talking at once, with smiles on their faces.
However, Lin Sheng knew very well in his heart that after he had established his foundation for the second time, none of his fellow disciples had come to see him again. Even when they met on Zhenyang Peak, some of them pretended to ignore him.
Once the foundation is established, you will see all the human hearts.
Lin Sheng smiled and nodded to everyone, then walked around them and hugged the man and the deer holding the banner tightly.
…
The news that Lin Sheng had successfully established his foundation quickly spread throughout the sect.
This is obviously great news for the Chaos Sect, which had just experienced the battle of Nanlu Valley and lost six foundation-building elders.
To put it bluntly, foundation building is also a consumable for a sect.
The previous generation of foundation-building warriors died in battle for the sect, while the next generation of foundation-building warriors emerged like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. This is the core law of the sect's development.
Therefore, after Lin Sheng established his foundation, he immediately obtained a cave near the top of Zhenyang Peak, whose spiritual energy was at the level of a genuine third-order lower-grade spiritual vein! In addition, Lin Sheng's foundation-building banquet was held directly at the main peak of Zhenyang Peak, and many people came to congratulate him.
Many fellow disciples whom Lin Sheng had never met before, and even some with whom he had some conflicts, also came. They all brought gifts and looked so sincere that it was impossible to refuse.
Lin Sheng is a person who has experienced a real low point. After seeing through the ups and downs of the world, he is no longer shy.
Accept all the gifts. As for whether to take care of the other person in the future, it depends on your mood.
"Brother Lin!"
Ning Daoran's gift was the most grand. He took out a mid-grade spiritual weapon "Biyou Feiye" as a gift.
The value of this gift is comparable to that of Lin Sheng’s cheap master, Elder Yang Yan!
"Thank you, Junior Brother!"
After Lin Sheng accepted the gift, he grinned and directly pulled Ning Daoran to sit at the main table with the first and second elders, which made Ning Daoran quite embarrassed.
How could this be possible? He was eating and drinking to his heart's content inside, while the old deer was still grazing outside! The foundation-building banquet was held for three consecutive days, and everyone left happily.
From then on, Lin Sheng became a core senior executive on Zhenyang Peak. While serving as an outer sect elder, he was even qualified to accept disciples and teach.
Ning Daoran no longer had to worry about Lin Sheng, so he and Dabenlu continued to quietly grow spiritual rice on Qiongbi Peak, trying to reduce their presence in the sect as much as possible.
…
A few months later, the second good news came.
Inner disciple Zhao Lichen successfully established his foundation! Zhao Lichen is the disciple of the second elder Lin Xingyuan. After hearing the news, Lin Xingyuan couldn't stop laughing and immediately decided to hold a foundation-building banquet on Danxia Peak for three consecutive days! Zhao Lichen was the one who led Ning Daoran up the mountain, so naturally he should show some appreciation.
"Senior Brother Zhao!"
Ning Daoran took out a second-grade top-grade spiritual weapon, the Blood Drinking Flying Sword, as a gift. This flying sword was a relic of Ouyang Kun, the young master of the Tiansha Sect.
In order to conceal it, Ning Daoran refined it again, changing everything from its appearance to its aura, and even refined it from a short sword into a long sword, but the grade was still top-grade second-level, which was extremely useful for Zhao Lichen, a sword cultivator.
"Junior Brother Ning, this..."
Zhao Lichen was a little panicked. The gift was too heavy for him to bear.
"Junior Brother Ning...this top-grade spiritual weapon..." Lin Xingyuan also frowned.
"Second Elder, please rest assured."
Ning Daoran said, "I got this flying sword by chance. I am not a sword practitioner, so it is useless to me. Senior Brother Zhao was the one who took me up the mountain that year. I have always remembered this kindness. I will take this flying sword as a token of my appreciation."
"In that case..."
The second elder turned a blind eye and said with a smile: "Li Chen, just accept it. Your junior brother's kindness should be accepted."
"Yes, Master!"
Zhao Lichen accepted the flying sword and thanked him repeatedly.
Ning Daoran was a little overwhelmed. Senior Brother Zhao was a talkative and polite person. He even said, "If you continue to be so polite, I will take it back." Zhao Lichen laughed and took Ning Daoran to the table.
Lin Sheng and Han Bing also came, each preparing some gifts. Although they were not as valuable as those given by Ning Daoran, the landlord, they were still a token of their appreciation.
…
A few days later.
Ning Daoran sent dozens of paper people to various counties in Ningzhou and Kuizhou to distribute the stolen goods from the Yinsha land. Except for those he needed for himself, the rest were all converted into spirit stones.
In the end, he obtained a total of more than 37,000 spirit stones, which was a huge reward!
Just at this time, a piece of news came from Huanglongfang Market, saying that Qingxiefang had recently obtained a tiger-shaped fundamental map, which would be publicly auctioned in a few days.
(End of this chapter)