"Master, Xu Luoxiong has gone to the Gongsun family to take charge and eliminate the rogues. This month's dividend is 5,800 low-grade spirit stones, and Ziyang must produce 3,000 kilograms... If converted into mid-grade spirit stones, the total is 800, which is enough to meet the Xu family's operations for three months."
Listening to the reports from his subordinates, Xu Tianshu nodded with satisfaction and couldn't help but feel very satisfied with his decision.
The Gongsun family is a puppet supported by the Xu family in Qingxu Ridge. It is a smaller local immortal cultivation family in Qingxu Ridge, and was also the fastest guide during the previous battle with the Cha family.
"Luo Xiong broke through to the foundation building stage when he was less than sixty years old. He also sacrificed nine kinds of evil spirits to condense a magic scroll. A black light flashed, and the nine kinds of evil spirits combined into a devil's claw. Even a cultivator in the middle stage of the foundation building stage can fight him! With him in charge of the Gongsun family, there is no need to worry about Gongsun having second thoughts!"
Whoosh! As they were talking, a green rainbow cut through the sky, flew into the Xu family, and landed on the ground, turning into a thousand paper cranes.
On the body of the crane, there is a huge word "Tao" engraved.
A message from the Taichu Taoist Palace? Upon seeing this, Xu Tianshu frowned, took the thousand paper cranes, and took a look at it.
His expression froze for a few breaths, and then he suddenly came back to his senses, "He really did succeed?!"
Xu Tianshu's eyes showed surprise. The threshold of foundation building, which is like a carp leaping over the dragon gate, has stopped countless cultivators, not to mention Han Fei, a madman who burned his life in exchange for spiritual root qualifications.
The most important thing is...
If it was just a new foundation that had condensed low-grade magic talismans, it would not be worth it for Ge Buhui of Taichu Taoist Palace to personally deliver a message and inform the major families in Qingshitan.
This is enough to prove that Ge Buhui values Han Fei very much!
"Could it be... a mid-level magic scroll?"
Thinking of this, Xu Tianshu's heart was shocked, and he was even secretly glad that he had given Han Fei a first-level spiritual vein without making things difficult for him.
If Han Fei really had condensed a mid-grade magic talisman, his Daoyun magic would be only slightly inferior to his own.
Only the experience in fighting and the magic weapons used in sacrifices can make the difference.
If Han Fei wanted to escape, even he would be 100% sure that he could stop him.
In other words, at this moment, Han Fei's strength has reached the level of the patriarchs and elders of the major families in the three mountains of Qingshitan!
The only thing missing is the foundation brought by time!
As for the top-grade talisman...
Xu Tianshu didn't even think about it.
Anyone who can condense a top-grade magic talisman is a seed of the great way that leads directly to the golden elixir.
Even in the Taichu Taoist Palace, only one is born every three or four decades.
Ji Chang, the first true disciple of Yuxu Sect, could only barely condense a high-grade magic talisman.
Even so, he has become the leader of the younger generation of Yuxu Sect.
now,
Xu Tianshu stood with his hands behind his back, and suddenly a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
not good!
Xu Luoxiong was born into a side branch, and according to his merits, he should have been given a share of the spiritual vein as a place for cultivation.
But spiritual veins are rare, and there are more monks than porridge. After giving one to Han Fei, it has invisibly caused more competition within the clan.
In a sense, this is why even if Xu Luoxiong successfully built his foundation, he had to travel far away and guard the "border" to accumulate merit in order to exchange it for a spiritual vein fifty years later.
Xu Luoxiong, maybe he is jealous of Han Fei in his heart!
"Not good, quickly send a message to Luo Xiong and tell him not to provoke Han Fei... No, Luo Xiong is stubborn and can't be persuaded. I will go there in person in a few days!"
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"Fellow Daoist Han, congratulations! After decades of hard training, I thought that Fellow Daoist Ji Yu would be the first one to establish his foundation among our group of people. I didn't expect that you would be the first one to do so!"
Although he rejected the invitation from Taichu Taoist Palace, Ge Buhui still did a favor and temporarily gave Li Qinglin a Taoist temple called "Baiyu Palace" in Qingxu Ridge as a place to live.
As a result, as soon as Li Qinglin entered Baiyu Palace, he lit a stick of incense to the statue of the Three Pure Ones.
Fan Shang, with a big belly, a wealthy face and a shiny forehead, emerged from the escaping light.
It was not until he rushed in front of Li Qinglin and felt the suffocating and stressful pressure from the foundation-building technique that he suddenly reacted.
The old friend in front of him was already at the Foundation Establishment stage, and there was already a huge gap between him and these Qi-cultivating cultivators.
Then he said somewhat embarrassedly: "Han, Han Daoyou, what I just said was unintentional, please don't..."
"Haha, you pretty boy, don't think that just because you're living off a gigolo, I, Han, can't catch up with you! I've been holding this grudge for decades!"
Li Qinglin didn't seem to notice the cowardice in Fan Shang's eyes. Instead, he smiled and joked.
As expected, Li Qinglin's actions eliminated the gap between the two caused by their strength.
Fan Shang also breathed a sigh of relief, as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
The two sat down in the White Feather Palace, reminiscing about the past, talking about the present, chatting about the future, and discussing the law of nature...
Unfortunately, at Li Qinglin's current level, he was the one talking and Fan Shang was listening.
Especially when it comes to the various techniques and details in foundation building, Fan Shang couldn't help but perform the etiquette of a disciple.
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Even a master and his disciples would not pass on these experiences personally.
Fan Shang has been working in Tingyu Sword Manor for many years, but he is a son-in-law after all, and these key information are monopolized and locked.
"Thank you, Brother Han, for your guidance!"
Fan Shang's face was filled with gratitude.
Li Qinglin waved his hand indifferently, and only reminded him not to indulge in carnal desires, but to focus on cultivation.
Fan Shang stayed in Baiyu Palace for half a day and then said goodbye and left.
“But Fellow Daoist Han should still be careful. You stabbed the Cha family in the back and caused them to fall apart. From what I know, someone secretly bears a grudge against you.
Perhaps, there are even people inside the Xu family..."
Fan Shang looked worried and whispered a message carefully into Li Qinglin's ear.
Although Li Qinglin has become a foundation-building cultivator now, he still attracts the wind as a big tree, and he has no power to rely on, so it is inevitable that some people will have small thoughts.
"Thank you for your kindness, fellow Taoist. I understand." Li Qinglin nodded slightly.
In the next few days, monks came to visit Li Qinglin one after another, extending olive branches to him and bringing gifts.
There is Duckweed who I met only once, a spiritual plant master who once practiced spiritual plant techniques with her, an old lover with whom I had a fleeting romance, and several foundation-building monks.
The purposes of those who come here are different.
Some wanted to invite Li Qinglin to come out and explore the secret realm with him as the leader.
Some of them were immortal cultivation families in the Three Mountains who invited Li Qinglin to be a worshipper and deacon, or some were immortal shops who invited him, a spiritual plant master, to take charge.
There were even some small families who were willing to submit and regard Li Qinglin as the emperor.
He was allowed to pick any young woman in the tribe, even if she was married.
Li Qinglin politely declined all of these.
I have no intention of becoming a thief of Cao.
Although these people were turned away, no one dared to feel angry.
After his departure, there was a craze for practicing the method of seizing life.
Who said that burning one's lifespan to gain spiritual root qualifications is hopeless? Look at Senior Han! He was born in a humble family and only had low-grade spiritual root qualifications, but he successfully built a foundation after forty years of cultivation.
This is not cultivating immortality well! Questioning Han Fei, understanding Han Fei, and envying Han Fei.
Everyone wants to be the next Han Fei.
(End of this chapter)