After passing the Yinsha Forest, the road ahead became very flat.
Flying the sword through the sky, the mountain road under his feet was rugged, and soon Chen Luo arrived at the place where he met Ning Chenye when he first came to the evil cultivation land. However, he did not stop. After flying over this section of the mountain road, it gradually disappeared and slowly turned into yellow sand. The temperature also began to rise.
The power belonging to the evil cultivator in the air was dissipating, and the atmosphere became neutral and peaceful.
Soon Chen Luo saw the checkpoint in the distance, and there were many soldiers guarding it below. Inside the checkpoint, Chen Luo also sensed the breath of a fifth-level Qi Refining cultivator. After a walk around the evil cultivation area, Chen Luo understood the significance of this checkpoint, which was a point for collecting and exchanging resources from the evil cultivation area. It was definitely unrealistic to rely on these Qi Refining cultivators for real defense.
After passing the checkpoint, Chen Luo's speed gradually slowed down and he fell from the air.
Below is the mountain city.
It was here that he sent away Elder An and several robber cultivators. The first step towards becoming rich started from here.
Returning to the mountain city again, Chen Luo couldn't help feeling a little emotional.
The impact he had caused had long been forgotten as time went by. More than 20 years was not a short time for ordinary people, and it was enough time for them to forget many things.
Chen Luo found an inn and had something to eat.
The mountain city was very remote, and there was only one cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining in the city. This person lived in the most luxurious garrison, and he should be the cultivator guarding this place. Chen Luo ignored this person and ate the food in the mountain city. After building the foundation, he had not eaten earthly food for a long time. For a cultivator building the foundation, the inhalation and exhalation of spiritual energy was the foundation, and grains and sundries had no meaning.
'Everyone in this city is just an ordinary person.'
An idea popped up in the mind of the Sect Master of the Demon Clan. This was the Sect Master's perspective. Since he embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, he has never returned to the mortal world. In his perspective, ordinary people with short lives are ants, without even the opportunity to enter the Tao, just like autumn cicadas.
This is also the view of the vast majority of immortal practitioners.
It's not that they are indifferent, but they don't want to waste time on ordinary people. They spend decades training a person, but when they come out of seclusion, the person they trained is dead. If you go through this a few times, your mind will naturally become indifferent.
The meal was tasteless.
I thought that returning to my hometown would bring back some memories, but now it seems that many things have changed without me noticing.
Leaving behind two pieces of silver, Chen Luo walked out of the inn.
Every step he took was as quick as shrinking the distance.
After three steps, the people had left the city.
This time Chen Luo did not stop, and flew towards the Divine Wind Region on his sword.
Five days later.
Chen Luo, with a frosted face, stopped in front of a city. This place was Mushan City. It was the hometown of his senior brother Hu Qiudao. When the Shenhu Xianmen was in great trouble, he practiced in seclusion in this place. It was also at this time that he began to get in touch with corpse refining. At that time, he also met a few friends here, such as Zhu Jie, the deacon of the Loose Cultivator Alliance, and the Taoist monk of the Corpse Cultivation Sect.
Afterwards, he teamed up with Taoist Ganshi and went to Guoshan County, where they obtained the main ingredient for refining the Foundation Establishment Pill, the Ningshen Grass.
Enter the city.
Chen Luo planned to go to the Loose Cultivators Alliance first. He still had the guest token of the Loose Cultivators Alliance in his hand. He could use them to find out what happened in the Seven Kingdoms region in the past twenty years since he left. In this regard, the Loose Cultivators Alliance was much better than the Hu family.
A small courtyard in the bamboo forest, brewing tea in the pavilion.
Exquisite tea sets are burning on the charcoal fire, green tea leaves are rolling in the teapot, and a fragrant aroma is wafting from the water.
A rough hand reached out, grasped the lid of the teapot and lifted it up.
The aroma of tea mixed with hot air wafted out. The person who made the tea took a deep breath, and a wisp of tea fragrance went through his nose and penetrated into his heart.
This is an old man in his sixties, with old skin on his face, wrinkles on his forehead, gray beard, and simple clothes. The old man inhaled the fragrance of tea into his chest, closed his eyes, and fell into intoxication.
"This is the taste. Only the tea brewed before the rain can produce this taste."
The old man picked up the teapot and poured tea into the six teacups in front of him one by one. He shook the teacups first to let the tea flavor soak into them, and then poured new tea into the utensils next to them.
This step is called washing tea, and only tea lovers will be so particular about it.
The second cup of tea fell into the teacup, and the water color was light green. The old man picked up the teacup, but before he had time to taste it, he saw someone walking in from outside.
A stranger.
The old man frowned subconsciously.
He didn't like to be disturbed when he was drinking tea, but before he could open his mouth, the man who came in sat directly opposite him, picked up the tea poured on the table, took a sip, and then spoke to the old man.
"Prepare me a report of what has happened in the Seven Kingdoms over the years, as well as information on the Three Sects."
Chen Luo put down the tea, took out the token of the Loose Cultivator Alliance and placed it on the table.
He was too lazy to waste time and went straight to the person in charge of the Loose Cultivator Alliance. When he entered the city before, he used his spiritual sense to scan the entire Mushan City. The old man was the person with the highest cultivation level in Mushan City, who was at the perfect level of the tenth level of Qi Refining. If he had any questions, he would definitely go to this person to ask.
"Guest token? Your token seems to have some..."
The old man suppressed his displeasure and picked up the token on the table. He was halfway through his words when the aura of the man sitting opposite him suddenly spread out, and a momentum far beyond his understanding came over him, crushing all his emotions.
Foundation building overhaul!
The old man was startled and immediately stood up with a look of respect on his face.
"Any questions?"
"No! I will prepare it right away."
He hadn't heard anything about the Foundation Building Cultivator coming to Mushan City. Could it be that the alliance's plan had been exposed? Where did this Foundation Building Cultivator come from? Why was there no record of him in the alliance? He started talking about the Seven Kingdoms and the Three Sects. Could he be some old monster who had just come out of seclusion?
With a lot of questions in his mind, the old man quickly retreated.
Chen Luo sat in the pavilion, and his consciousness followed the old man as he left. After the old man left the yard, he first went to the secret sentry next to him. That place had been a secret sentry when Zhu Jie was still a deacon, and it had not changed over the years.
After delivering the message to the secret sentry, the old man took the information Chen Luo wanted and quickly returned.
Inside the tea pavilion.
After Chen Luo finished reading the jade slip in his hand, the information recorded in it was similar to what he expected. In more than 20 years, there were almost no changes in the three sects. The ancestor of the Shenhu Immortal Sect was still in its heyday, and with the suppression of powerful Jindan masters, the Immortal Sect was as stable as Mount Tai.
There were some changes in the masters of the main peaks of the sect, such as the replacement of elders at Yaowang Peak and Yushou Peak. The remaining main peaks also had a replacement of old and new masters. In the past twenty years, the sect had another foundation-building master, who was a disciple of the main peak, Shenhu Peak.
There were also new elders in the Corpse Cultivation Sect and the Nine Poison Valley, but Chen Luo had never heard of these names. Apart from the three sects, the subordinate countries had also undergone great changes, such as the old emperor's death and the new emperor's succession, etc. Chen Luo just glanced over this information.
"Where's Zhu Jie?"
Chen Luo put down the jade slip and suddenly asked a question.
"Senior, do you know Elder Zhu Jie?"
The old man was stunned at first, then showed a surprised expression.
He is from the Zhu Jie lineage. When he heard that Chen Luo knew Zhu Jie, he felt relieved. At least he was not an enemy.
"Elder?"
Chen Luo smiled. It seemed that Zhu Jie had successfully established her foundation. The foundation-building pill he had refined before leaving had taken effect.
"Elder Zhu Jie succeeded in breaking through the barrier eighteen years ago, and is now an elder of our Loose Cultivator Alliance."
"Five years ago, Elder Zhu Jie went to the territory of the Corpse-raising Sect. Some changes occurred there, and a foundation-building cultivator was needed to maintain the situation."
As the old man was speaking, an idea suddenly occurred to him.
He finally remembered Chen Luo's identity.
Elder Zhu Jie had specifically mentioned to him this guest token from twenty years ago. The most lacking thing in the Loose Cultivator Alliance was alchemists. The biggest reason why Elder Zhu Jie was able to succeed all the way was because she was lucky enough to have made friends with a master who was able to refine foundation-building pills.
When the old man thought of the Foundation Establishment Pill, his voice began to tremble.
"Senior, are you Master Chen Dan?"
"Um."
Chen Luo nodded. He could see what the other party wanted to say next, but he did not stop to think about refining the Foundation Establishment Pill for this person. He took out a second-level pill and threw it to the other party, as a way of repaying the person for answering his question.
Afterwards, he turned into a stream of light and left the courtyard.
"Opportunity!! I still can't see it clearly."
Looking at the direction where Chen Luo disappeared, the old man beat his chest and stamped his feet. This was an alchemist who could refine foundation-building pills, and he actually missed this opportunity to ascend to heaven.
After leaving the bamboo courtyard, Chen Luo first went to the Hu family.
Unfortunately, Hu Qiudao was not at home. The one who presided over the family affairs was Hu Qiudao's son, a handsome young man. His eyebrows were very similar to Hu Qiudao's back then, and his qualifications were also very good. He had a medium-grade spiritual root of the third attribute and was expected to stay on the mountain.
Chen Luo did not show up. Hu Qiudao was not there, and he had no interest in going out and communicating with these juniors.
Afterwards, Chen Luo went to the mass grave outside the city again.
Previously, this was the retreat of his old friend, the Taoist Grim Reaper, but now the place is deserted, and the evil spirit inside has gradually dissipated without the Taoist Grim Reaper's care. Now this place is really just a mass grave, with crows cawing and corpses everywhere.
Bang!
Chen Luo walked to the grave where the Taoist priest liked to sleep the most, raised his hand and opened the stone coffin inside. The coffin was empty, and it was unknown whether he had left or never returned.
Thinking of the curse on the Taoist Mummy, Chen Luo felt that it was unlikely that his old friend would survive this disaster. For a cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm, the power of a Foundation Establishment cultivator was simply irresistible. If it weren't for his master, Immortal Wuwei, who intervened, he wouldn't have been able to resolve the problem so easily.
"I just happened to be passing by here, so I might as well go to Guoshan County again."
I was cursed in Guoshan County. Now that I am stronger, I naturally want to get it back.
With a flash of light, Chen Luo piloted the flying sword towards Guoshan County.
With the Silver-Armored Corpse King in his hand, he felt that Guoshan County would not be a problem.
How strong can a force that can be sealed by the ancestors of the three major immortal sects be? The guy hiding in the thatched hut who cursed him must be killed. (End of this chapter)
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