Up to now, there is only one sect leader in the middle stage of foundation building to support the sect.

"Only in the middle stage of foundation building? But after all, this is the dojo of a Jindan Zhenren, so it is inevitable that he would have some tricks up his sleeve. It is not surprising that he could even briefly burst out with fake Dan-level lethality...

If I want to take action, it is best to find out the real situation, and use the Sand Blowing Sword and the God-shaking Drum. It is best to find a place in advance to charge the Purple Thunder Five Mysterious Reward and Punishment Order, and annihilate them in one fell swoop..."

Wait! Li Qinglin suddenly reacted.

Aren't you trying to negotiate and make a friendly deal this time? Why are you planning to kill the whole family again...

"It's probably because this world of immortal cultivation is too dangerous and hard to guard against, which is why I have no choice but to over-defend myself..."

Li Qinglin shook his head, took advantage of the dark sky and the silence to leave the market town, and rode the wind all the way to Laowan amidst the thunder and heavy rain.

Thunder is most likely to occur in summer.

The weather in Laowan at this moment is changeable and unpredictable, with huge thunderstorms.

The night was dark, and the whole world was shrouded in endless heavy dark clouds. Laowan Bay also turned into a dark green almost ink-black, and there was endless darkness as far as the eye could see.

Li Qinglin restrained the fluctuations of his magic power and rode the wind forward silently. The heavy rain hit the protective armor, which was shattered by the magic light and turned into water mist.

In the distance, Feixing Valley is visible.

…

Flying Star Valley.

Above the black and white yin and yang dojo.

A group of Qigong disciples were sitting cross-legged, facing the rising sun, guiding their Qi and practicing in silence.

Last night's thunderstorm had stopped. The accumulated dew on the treetops swayed gently in the wind, and finally slid down from the ends of the leaves, falling all the way, and with a snap, gently landed on the forehead of a young Taoist priest.

The young Taoist priest opened his eyes and said dejectedly, "It's so difficult to find the location of the Mysterious Pearl Starlight..."

"Who do you think you are? I haven't eaten or drunk anything for ten days. I've been doing it a hundred times a day. My fingers are almost cramped from pinching the seals, but I still haven't made any progress..."

"The Mysterious Pearl Starlight Nine Turns Method" has a total of nine turns. The first turn is to lower the elixir, the second turn is for intercourse, the third turn is to nourish the yang, the fourth turn is to nourish the yin, the fifth turn is to transform the bones, the sixth turn is to transform the flesh, the seventh turn is to transform the internal organs, the eighth turn is to cultivate fire, and the ninth turn is to ascend to heaven... But I have been stuck at the second turn for many years, and I can't find the trick to nourishing the yang at all..."

“Cultivating immortals is too difficult!!”

“I heard that Brothers Pang Chong and Ma Xiangru encountered immortals while they were training in the outside world. They actually obtained the essence of the mountain mist evil spirit, and with it, they stepped into the third level of Yang training, made great progress in Taoism, and broke through to the late stage of Qi training!”

"The essence of the mountain fog evil spirit is extremely difficult to condense. How did these two brothers do it? When someone asked them, they were also vague about it..."

The sun rose high, and the time of guiding Qi and absorbing Yuan gradually passed.

"The lesson is over, let's go. From tomorrow on, a new deacon will take my place, and I, the old Taoist priest, will step down..."

The one who taught the "Nine Turns of Mysterious Pearl Starlight" was an old Taoist who had mastered the art of Qi training. After he started speaking, he rubbed his face to wake himself up, rubbed his sleeves, and took out a green wine gourd.

Just as he was about to raise his head to drink, he suddenly saw two figures, one tall and one short, walking towards him from the opposite side of the dojo.

"Brother Pang Chong?"

"Brother Ma Xiangru?"

"Why are they here?"

"Brother, may I ask how to achieve the third transformation of nourishing yang by rubbing the top of the head with the left hand at the end of each month, so that the in-breath is agitated?"

When they saw the person coming, a group of disciples immediately swarmed over and started talking to him one after another.

"Are you here? Are you here to familiarize yourself with the environment in advance?"

The old Taoist was not surprised at all when he saw the two of them. Instead, he stood up and gave up his seat.

Seeing this, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly reacted.

"Brothers Pang Chong and Ma Xiangru, have you become the teaching deacons?!"

For a moment, all eyes of envy, desire, and passion were focused on the two figures, one tall and one short.

It was all thanks to the essence of the mountain fog evil spirit that I obtained when I traveled in the outside world! This is why I achieved success late in life!

Pang Chong was the short monk, who walked forward with his eyes narrowed and a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

Ma Xiangru was tall and had a kind face. After bowing to the old Taoist priest, he walked into the Taoist temple.

Pang Chong said softly: "I want you to know that when you practice the third transformation to nourish yang, you must remember the formula 'The gods nurture the fire and divide the image, and the sounds of nature urge the creation of merits'."

Ma Xiangru took over the conversation and said with a smile: "If you can't understand it, you can prepare a fire pill in advance and hold it under your tongue..."

The two chatted and laughed in the dojo, and all kinds of details of guiding qi were at their fingertips.

But they were vaguely dazed.

It seemed that he remembered the great foundation-building cultivator whom he met by chance on the shore of the vast blue Ninggu Lake.

Time passes, but memories never fade.

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In countless midnight dreams, that young but indifferent face was once again imprinted in my mind.

Boom boom boom…

Just as a group of cultivators were discussing the Dao, three bell sounds were heard from the direction of the main hall of Feixing Valley.

Deep and distant, it echoes above the silent mountain gate.

"The Dao bell rang three times, it means a foundation-building master has come to pay homage to the sect!"

The Knocking Dao Bell is Feixing Valley's guardian magic weapon. It is a top-grade second-grade item. When activated, it makes a sound like thunder, and can exterminate all evil spirits, kill demons, and even protect the entire mountain gate.

The third sound is when the foundation-building cultivator comes to pay homage to the sect.

The sixth sound means the arrival of the Golden Elixir True Man.

The ninth sound meant that Feixing Valley was facing a life-or-death crisis! At this moment, almost all the cultivators of Feixing Valley, including Pang Chong and Ma Xiangru, raised their heads and looked towards the direction of the mountain gate.

I am extremely curious about this great master of foundation building who is a member of the Baizong sect.

After all, Feixing Valley has been in decline for many years, and no one has come to pay homage to the sect for a long time.

A green light flew over the sea.

Then came a long whistle containing the rhythm of Tao, which came from far away and gradually came closer, echoing among the mountains. It even faintly overwhelmed the sound of the Tao bell, causing the blood of these Qi training disciples to boil and their magic power to become disordered and difficult to control.

"Such a powerful magic power!"

"The talisman condensed by this person must be of the highest quality, otherwise it would be impossible to explain this profound Dao rhythm!"

In Feixing Valley, two figures suddenly flew out from the ground and looked at the outsiders of the sect in surprise and suspicion.

…

Li Qinglin retracted his escape light and landed in front of the mountain gate of Feixing Valley.

Half a month ago, he had sent a formal letter to Feixing Valley, informing them of his identity and purpose of becoming a sect leader.

Of course, his identity was naturally disguised. He just said that he was a cultivator from other states and passed it off in passing.

I made a special trip to visit the sect, hoping to trade some Huayugang Silver Sand.

He is very respectful to the wise and has great respect for Feixing Valley.

After all, the world of cultivating immortals is not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and worldly wisdom.

He had no grudge against Feixing Valley and was only here to do business, so naturally peace was the most important thing.

(End of this chapter)