Chapter 141 Centenary Banquet

Qiongbi Peak.

Ning Daoran handed a heavy bag to Zhou Wuyou.

"This bag contains 20 kilograms of first-grade spiritual rice seeds, plus a copy of the Huayu Jue, which is a must-learn for spiritual farmers, and a copy of the first part of Changqing Jue."

He handed over another spiritual hoe and said, "You must not slack off in your practice of Huayu Jue, as it is the foundation of your life. If you are interested in cultivating immortality, you can try practicing Changqing Jue a bit."

"Thank you, sir!"

Zhou Wuyou was overjoyed and knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

"No need to be so polite."

Ning Daoran flicked his sleeves and said, "This spiritual farm No. 78 will be in your charge from now on. You must take good care of it. If you can't take care of it alone, you can hire two or three more people to help. You can take 20% of the spiritual rice grown each year as rent, and the rest will be yours."

"Yes, thank you, sir!"

Zhou Wuyou looked surprised.

After explaining everything, Ning Daoran returned to Lingtian Courtyard No. 77.

At this point, Qiongbi Peak became quiet again.

The death of Ma Quanyou and the fate of his clansmen made the Qin and Huang clansmen on Qiongbi Peak quite sad, as they felt that they were killing the chicken to scare the monkeys.

From that moment on, everyone knew that the peak master did not like to argue, and the relationship between the two clans quickly became harmonious.

…

Spring goes and autumn comes, the seasons change from cold to hot.

The time spent in cultivating immortals passed incredibly fast, and five years had passed in the blink of an eye.

This year, Ning Daoran is one hundred years old.

Backyard, fish pond.

“Roar~~~”

Following a low roar, a huge whirlpool emerged in the water.

Ning Daoran narrowed his eyes: "Don't hide, come out!"

Suddenly, a huge creature raised its head from the water. The black scales on the dragon's head became brighter, and the golden lines on the top of its head became much deeper.

At this time, its aura has risen to the mid-second stage level!

Following the big stupid deer, the little black boy also advanced to the middle stage of foundation building!

"The spiritual fish I ate all these years were not in vain, it's pretty good."

Ning Daoran smiled and nodded: "Take it as a reward."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers and a dozen fine blood-enhancing pills popped out.

The black dragon opened its bloody mouth and swallowed everything, then for a moment it splashed a few times in the water in great joy.

The six invisible needles were still inside the black dragon's skull, making this originally violent second-level spirit beast almost become able to sing and dance, and it was almost ready to sing.

"Uncle."

Behind him, Chen Weimo's voice came: "In a few days, it will be Uncle's 100th birthday party. Uncle Han and Uncle Lin have sent me notes asking if we want to hold a 100th birthday party."

"A hundred years old..."

Although Ning Daoran looks youthful, he is a hundred years old after all, and his mentality has become a little mature.

"Then just do a small one and prepare a table of food."

"yes!"

Chen Weimo chuckled and said, "Then I'll go get ready."

…

A few days later, Ning Daoran’s centenary banquet was held on Qiongbi Peak.

Han Bing and Lin Sheng were the first to come to help, but they found that Ning Daoran and Bai Lu were naturally hardworking. They had already prepared food, tables, chairs, and benches, and even mopped the floor clean, so there was nothing they could do to help.

"Junior Brother Ning."

A streak of light descended from the sky. It turned out to be a Jindan woman wearing a white dress and with an ethereal figure. It was none other than Senior Sister Jiang Yu.

Immediately, Lin Sheng, Han Bing and Zhou Qingshan all greeted him respectfully.

"Big sister."

Ning Daoran came out with the white deer and said with a smile: "Big sister, you are here, it makes our humble courtyard shine!"

Jiang Yu smiled dimple-like, "Junior Brother Ning's centenary banquet, I have to come."

As she spoke, she gently patted her storage bag and took out a second-grade top-grade spiritual weapon as a gift, which made Lin Sheng and Lin Yun, both of whom were in the Foundation Establishment stage, feel very jealous.

The sect master is worthy of being in the late Jindan stage, and the weapon he uses is a second-grade top-grade spiritual weapon!

Ning Daoran smiled and arranged Jiang Yu to sit down. The eldest sister was the sect leader, so she let her sit in the most honorable position.

"Uncle."

Chen Weimo changed into a red dress, which highlighted the festive atmosphere. The birthday gift she gave was a bracelet of colorful beads.

Each bead of these bracelets was carefully selected by her, then polished and refined one by one, and finally made into bracelets.

"That's thoughtful, Xiao Weimo."

Ning Daoran put on the bracelet immediately.

"Brother, you are 100 years old~~"

Han Bing presented a gift, which was a few second-grade top-grade ban-breaking talismans and super-speed talismans.

She is indeed the most caring junior sister and knows what Ning Daoran needs most.

"Thank you, Junior Sister!"

"Junior Brother Ning!"

Lin Sheng's gift was a few Guiyuan Pills that could improve the magic power of the Foundation Establishment Period. They were the result of Lin Sheng's hard work and perseverance in completing many dangerous tasks for the sect.

"Thank you, Brother Lin!"

"Uncle Ning..."

Lin Yun presented a gift, a small bottle of elixir worth about two hundred spirit stones, which was considered thoughtful.

Ning Daoran accepted it with a smile: "Lin Yun, eat and drink as much as you want, no need to be nervous or polite."

"Yes, Uncle Ning!"

Lin Yun smiled and nodded.

There is only one table for today's birthday banquet, which means that Lin Yun will have dinner with Sect Master Jiang Yu, which is an opportunity for a foundation-building elder like him.

Jiang Yu is like a dragon that is hard to find. On weekdays, he is either practicing in seclusion or interacting with great Jindan cultivators like Master Jiuyun and the Soul-Devouring Demon outside the sect. He is rarely seen.

"Congratulations to Grandpa on his 100th birthday!"

Zhou Qingshan also came. He is now just eighteen years old. Under the guidance of the great elder Gong Yang Yan, he has grown into a strong and sturdy man. He was promoted to the seventh level of Qi Refining not long ago, and has also mastered the True Yang Furnace Art.

His grandfather Zhou Tiezhu had a close relationship with Ning Daoran. In fact, the Zhou family and the Ning family were relatives, so it was reasonable to call him grandfather.

Zhou Qingshan’s gift was some blood-strengthening pills, which was also a token of his thoughtfulness.

"Um."

Ning Daoran accepted the gift with a smile and told Zhou Qingshan to take his seat.

…

As the drinks flowed, everyone was having a great time, and some even praised Ning Daoran and Dabenlu for their excellent cooking skills, saying that they were worthy of being the most idle foundation-building practitioners in the sect.

At this moment, a sound transmission note flew into the courtyard.

From a Qi-refining deacon guarding the mountain gate: "Uncle Ning, there is a group of people claiming to be from the Chen family in Baisha River, saying they are here to celebrate your birthday. Should we let them enter the Qiongbi Peak?"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

'Baishajiang Chen family?'

Ning Daoran frowned. The Baishajiang Chen family is the immortal cultivation family that Chen Weimo’s lineage belongs to.

Previously, they had been suppressed by the Zhao family of immortal cultivators and were almost exterminated. However, as the two foundation-building masters of the Zhao family died one after another, although the main line of the Chen family no longer existed, the members of those branches gradually gathered together and once again gained a firm foothold in Baisha River.

"Let them come." Ning Daoran replied with a note transmission.

Not long after, Jiang Yu, Han Bing, Lin Sheng and others left one by one.

Outside the small cloud and mist formation, a group of people from the Baishajiang Immortal Cultivation Family came.

An old man who had reached the perfection of Qi Refining stepped forward and said respectfully, "Master of the Baishajiang Chen family, Chen Yuanrang greets Senior Ning and congratulates Senior Ning on his 100th birthday. This is a small gift from the Baishajiang Chen family."

A beautiful girl presented a jade bottle to Chen Weimo, who accepted it immediately.

When the girl looked at Chen Weimo, her expression was a little dazed.

I didn't expect that the direct ancestor who was taken out of the family by Grandma Yuncui in the legend still looks like a young girl.

Moreover, she has actually already completed Qi Refining!

Ning Daoran took a quick look with his spiritual sense and found two Guiyuan Pills in the jade bottle.

Guiyuan Pill is a pill made with 500-year-old Guiyuan Flower as the main ingredient. It is effective in improving the magic power of cultivators in the entire foundation-building stage and is considered an indispensable precious medicine in the foundation-building period.

The Chen family of Baishajiang, a mere Qi-refining family, actually gave two Guiyuan Pills as gifts. This probably meant that the family's wealth had been drained out.

"Thank you all for your congratulations!"

Ning Daoran clasped his fists lightly and said, "I will ask Chen Weimo to set up a few tables for a banquet in the courtyard of No. 79. You can stay there today."

"Thank you, senior!"

…

Nightfall.

Ning Daoran sat cross-legged and swept his spiritual sense over the courtyard No. 79. All the cultivators of the Chen family were not asleep and seemed to be thinking about something.

On this trip, Chen family ancestor Chen Yuanrang brought a group of young family monks to Chaos Sect. His intention was too obvious. He hoped that Ning Daoran could recruit a few more people.

In this way, if someone were to establish a foundation, the Chen family of Baishajiang would be able to rise again.

At this time, Chen Weimo was also in the courtyard.

"According to the family tree, I should call you my cousin."

Chen Yuanrang looked respectful and said, "On this trip, I, as the head of the family, brought out almost all the young descendants of our Baishajiang Chen family branch who have spiritual roots.

Cousin Weimo, if you can just ask Senior Ning to keep one or two people here, our trip will not be in vain."

"Aunt Weimo..."

A middle-aged female cultivator pleaded in her eyes: "Please help us. Several immortal cultivation families around our Chen family are eyeing us covetously. If we don't have a foundation-building master, I'm afraid we will be swallowed up by them sooner or later, or even exterminated."

"you……"

Chen Weimo looked embarrassed and said, "More than ten years ago, uncle made a lot of plans for me to build a foundation and spent a lot of effort, but I didn't have the blessing of building a foundation.

Now I already owe you a lot, how can you let me open my mouth to ask for this?"

"But……"

Chen Yuanrang hesitated to speak.

A group of young men looked at Chen Weimo eagerly.

…

The next day.

The morning mist shrouded the mountain, and the scenery of Qiongbi Peak was superb in the morning.

On the balcony on the second floor of the bamboo building, Ning Daoran put one hand behind his back and scanned the courtyard in the distance with his spiritual sense.

However, all the people of the Chen family, led by Chen Yuanrang, knelt outside the Lingtian Courtyard No. 79, prostrating themselves in silence.

It seems that this group of people are really unwilling to give up unless one or two seeds of immortal cultivation are left behind.

"snort……"

Ning Daoran snorted coldly. Considering the selfish nature of immortal cultivators, he should have just killed a few people at this moment to let them know the temper of a great foundation-building cultivator.

However, this group of people are all Chen Weimo's clansmen.

In fact, after meeting this group of people, Ning Daoran could see that Chen Weimo was very happy.

Originally, she only had this uncle with her, but now that so many tribesmen have appeared, she naturally feels much more relaxed.

"That's all."

He glanced at Bai Lu standing beside him and said, "Old Lu, let's give Chen Weimo some face and choose one of the young men in the Chen family. How about that? We need someone to serve tea and water in the courtyard anyway."

“Ah~~~”

The big stupid deer nodded in agreement.

Then, Ning Daoran and Bai Lu turned into white light and appeared in the sky above the No. 79 Lingtian Courtyard.

"Chen Weimo."

"Uncle!"

"Then choose a young descendant from your tribe to stay."

"Yes, uncle!"

Chen Weimo looked relieved and her face was full of joy.

(End of this chapter)