Chapter 135: Evergreen Art, Sixteenth Level!
The news of Lin Zhuojun's death was brought back to the sect by his son Lin Yun.
It is said that Lin Zhuojun's death was caused by a battle for a small spirit stone mine.
During the time when Jiang Yu was promoted to the middle stage of the Golden Core, Lin Zhuojun led a group of cultivators from the Qingyuan Lin family to fight for a spirit stone mine, but they were ambushed during the fight and unfortunately were seriously injured and died.
Moreover, Lin Zhuojun's death was directly related to his son Lin Yun.
According to Lin Sheng, the reason why the Qingyuan Lin family was involved in the battle for the spirit stone mine was because his son Lin Yun made friends with a large number of wandering cultivators, and at the instigation of this group of wandering cultivators, he competed with another foundation-building family with the surname Zhao for a small spirit stone mine.
Originally, Lin Zhuojun led the family cultivators to gain the upper hand, but on the way back after a small victory, they were ambushed by a group of independent cultivators and eventually died of serious injuries.
Among this group of casual cultivators were Lin Yun’s friends from all walks of life, and even a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building.
It was also said that in order to gamble for this small spirit stone mine, Lin Yun secretly staked his family's second-level spirit vein.
In the end, not only did Lin Zhuojun die, but even the Qingyuan Lin family's own second-level spiritual vein was taken away by a group of independent cultivators a few days ago.
The cause of all this was Lin Yun’s ambition and overestimation of his own capabilities.
…
Qiongbi Peak.
Ning Daoran, Lin Sheng, and Han Bing sat down around the small table, all in silence.
"Junior Brother Ning."
Lin Sheng frowned: "This matter has been reported to the sect, but the sect master said that Lin Zhuojun died because of a family conflict over interests, so the sect will not send cultivators to intervene in this matter."
"It's understandable that the sect doesn't care about this matter." Ning Daoran said.
"That kid Lin Yun..."
Lin Sheng frowned, "He is outside the door now. He is nearly 47 years old but still hasn't established his foundation. The three of us are his elders. What should we do?"
"Brother, have you forgotten what Lin Yun did back then?"
Ning Daoran said calmly: "When did he treat the three of us as his elders?"
"That's what I thought."
Lin Sheng said, "It's just that... Junior Brother Lin Zhuojun wrote us a letter before he died. In the letter, he said that this child is unruly and undisciplined, and asked us to help him if we can, but if not, just forget it and let him fend for himself."
"I will listen to Senior Brother Ning on this matter." Han Bing said softly.
"snort……"
Ning Daoran glanced outside the small cloud formation and said, "Lin Yun has been called a genius since he was young. He is too arrogant, which is why he has suffered such bad consequences today. Such people deserve to be taught a lesson."
He looked at Lin Sheng and said, "Brother, I don't intend to help him. If I help him at this time, it will be counterproductive."
"knew."
Lin Sheng nodded slightly.
In the end, Lin Yun waited outside the small cloud and mist formation for a long time, but only received a few bland words from Lin Sheng.
Not long after, Lin Yun left.
…
A few months later, the news came.
Since Lin Yun failed to obtain the opportunity to obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill within the sect, he applied to go to the inner mountain to guard the medicine garden, which was considered diligent.
Qiongbi Peak once again returned to peaceful life.
One morning.
Ning Daoran put his hands behind his back and slowly walked to the fish pond.
"Little Blackie!"
“Squeak~~~”
The black dragon rushed out of the water in an instant, with half of its body lying horizontally above the water, looking at Ning Daoran with respect.
At this time, its demonic beast aura increased slightly again.
"not bad."
Ning Daoran flicked out a few fine blood-strengthening pills made from the thousand-year-old blood-transforming ginseng and said, "Practice well, there will be a day when I will need you in the future."
The black dragon opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the blood-enhancing pill into its stomach in an instant.
However, the moment it saw Ning Daoran turn around and leave with his back to it, a strange color suddenly flashed in the black dragon's vertical pupils.
This is an opportunity.
Xiao Heizi is a rebellious person, and this seems to have never changed.
It swam forward silently, heading straight for its "unkind" master.
However, just as Xiao Heizi opened his bloody mouth again, a sharp buzzing sound suddenly arose! In an instant, twelve silver flying swords flew out of the air!
The Silver Moon Flying Sword "puff puff" pierced into the scales and flesh on Xiao Heizi's neck. The tip of the sword reached deep inside and blood flowed out, as if a scarf was put on Xiao Heizi in an instant.
A sharp pain came, and the rebellious black dragon howled immediately.
"You think I won't kill you?"
Ning Daoran soared into the air and suddenly pointed his finger above the black dragon's head.
Suddenly, a wisp of dark green Changqing Jue magic power condensed into a palm and reached into the black dragon's brain. The thumb and index finger lightly closed and pinched the demon core in the black dragon's brain.
Where the force was applied, the demon core made a crackling sound, and faint cracks appeared in an instant.
“Ah…”
The black dragon's body rolled over and over, howling miserably.
The pain pierces the soul, making it feel like dying.
"I'm keeping you here only because you can still be of use."
Ning Daoran's eyes were cold: "Of course, it's not necessary to stay."
“Woo woo~~”
The black dragon crawled on the ground, wailing and begging for mercy.
"snort!"
Ning Daoran withdrew the power of Changqing Jue, raised his hand and took out a few flying needles from the storage bag. They were the Shadowless Needles, a first-grade top-grade magical weapon.
The next second, six invisible needles wrapped in the power of the Evergreen Technique drilled into the Mo Jiao's brain, and the six needle tips were all aimed at the dark green demon core.
"If you dare to rebel again, these six invisible needles will explode and shatter your head."
Ning Daoran raised his lips and said with a smile: "You choose."
Having said that, he turned away.
Leaving behind a huge black dragon, trembling all over, looking as if sitting on pins and needles.
Little Heizi feared power but not virtue, and just at this moment, it was finally completely tamed by Ning Daoran.
Of course, the chances of such a little black guy advancing in the future will definitely be higher, because its ambition has been completely preserved.
If Ning Daoran forced him to sign the contract and wipe out his soul, Xiao Heizi would probably have no hope of being promoted to the third level in his lifetime.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
…
A few days later, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Ning Daoran personally cooked a table of delicious dishes to entertain the eldest sister, the younger sister, and senior brother Lin Sheng.
After several distinguished guests left satisfied, a figure appeared outside the small cloud and mist formation in the afternoon.
"Uncle Ning..."
The person who came turned out to be Lin Yun, whom I hadn't seen for a long time, and he was holding a gift in his hand.
After what happened with Lin Zhuojun, Lin Yun seemed like a different person.
Despite his rebellious nature, he actually worked diligently to take care of the medicinal herbs in the sect's medicine garden, and had a certain harvest every month, which was quite a stable life.
The gift he gave was not too expensive, but it was a thoughtful gesture.
Ning Daoran didn't leave him alone. After he finished drinking a cup of tea, he took ten kilograms of purple jade rice and let him go back.
Later, I heard that Lin Yun also visited Lin Sheng and Han Bing.
Brought a lot of gifts for Lin Sheng.
As for Han Bing, he went into seclusion after returning and Lin Yun did not see him.
A few months later.
Lin Sheng felt that this boy had indeed changed a lot, so he discussed with Ning Daoran and decided to transfer him away from the medicine garden.
Afterwards, Ning Daoran came forward and talked for a long time with a senior brother from the outer sect who was in the foundation-building stage. Eventually, he transferred Lin Yun from the medicine garden to Shuiyun Peak in the outer mountains, to be the manager of more than a dozen spiritual fields at Shuiyun Peak.
In this way, you can get a good income from spirit stones.
It can be regarded as Ning Daoran and Lin Sheng's doing their part to show their care for Lin Zhuojun's descendants.
…
Life in Qiongbi Peak is quiet and leisurely, and time passes quickly.
Time flies, the years pass by like a shuttle.
Seven years passed in the blink of an eye.
This year, Ning Daoran was eighty-two years old, which was considered a long-lived person among mortals.
But he still looked like a young boy, happily busy in the fields with the big stupid deer all day long, looking like a complete farmer.
Now, the time of intensive cultivation has accumulated to more than 140,000 years.
It's time to make an effort to master the Art of Evergreen. Although this top-grade earth-level technique consumes a terrifying amount of time to practice, the benefits of practicing it to perfection are indeed considerable.
The last time he escaped from the hands of the Shadow Wolf King, it was thanks to the fifteenth level of the Evergreen Art! Over the years, Ning Daoran has always been a little worried that the Shadow Wolf King would find him through some clues.
However, after so many years without any movement, he gradually let it go.
It seems that the Shadow Wolf King is not that powerful and has not seen through his true identity.
Inside Lingpu Cave.
Ning Daoran sat cross-legged with a solemn look on his face, pouring his intensive practice time into the Changqing Jue. Suddenly, his entire mind was immersed in an extremely mysterious world of the soul.
[In the 34,566th year, you came to an ancient temple and devoted yourself to practicing the Evergreen Technique. Year after year, the leaves fell and the snow flew as expected, but your progress in the Evergreen Technique remained unchanged.]
[The old monk in the temple advised you to let go of your obsession, but you just smiled indifferently. Hundreds of years have passed, and you are still young and beautiful, but the other person has passed away for many years.]
[Sixty-nine thousand four hundred years, the ancient temple has gone through many vicissitudes of life. Your state of mind is like the stone plate in the temple, covered with moss. Year after year, it continues to settle in the years, seeking a glimmer of hope for a higher level of evergreen secrets]
[A matchmaker came to your door and said she would find you a perfect match. The girl was as beautiful as a flower and she didn't want a dowry.]
[You are moved and agree to the blind date on a whim. The girl is also very attracted to you and says that you are the destined one and she hopes to get married soon. You are overjoyed and hold her hand, but when the girl stands up, you see her bulging belly.]
[Do you abandon worldly desires or decide to cultivate immortality?]
[In the 99,940th year, the ancient temple was burned down in a war. Hundreds of years later, the temple turned into a deep forest. You stood in the deep forest, thinking of the past, and suddenly your heart became clear, and a ray of light gradually illuminated your heart]
[Eternal Youth Technique. Earth Rank Upper Grade (16th Level)]
[Time remaining for intensive practice: 46,422 years]
…
In an instant, a ray of majestic vitality surged in his body, and the Evergreen Art advanced to another level. The endless evergreen magic power instantly filled his body! "Huh..."
Ning Daoran took a deep breath, and his eyes opened even clearer and more flawless.
At this moment, he had a better understanding of the Changqing Jue. The wood-attributed spiritual energy in his body became more refined, and his whole temperament became more tranquil and indifferent.
At this time, at the sixteenth level of the Changqing Jue, his life span as a person in the middle stage of foundation building had reached six hundred and forty years.
The lifespan of an ordinary Jindan cultivator is no more than 500 years.
When other people cultivate immortality, their life span becomes shorter and shorter, but when he cultivates immortality, his life span becomes longer and longer.
Ning Daoran smiled indifferently, he was afraid that he would really become a thousand-year-old turtle.
(End of this chapter)