And thirty or forty thousand miles away, in another camp, there was also an alchemist from the medicine house who was overcoming difficulties and forging his own glory.

Just last night, Shang Qu refined the essence of an entire fortress, broke into the foundation-building stage, and became a second-level alchemist.

"Okay, Yaolu will have a successor."

After receiving the letter, Mr. Chen was overjoyed and excited, and his body was even trembling slightly.

To the point that he began to feel old.

As a link between the past and the future, if Yaolu wants to maintain its prosperity, there must be someone to support it after him.

In the past, that person was Zhou Huang, but after Zhou Huang's death, there was no trace of light.

After the logistics and medicine supply strategies were completed, Shang Qu seized the opportunity and succeeded in establishing his foundation. He was extremely pleased.

In this way, after he abdicated, he lived up to Mr. Shen's trust and left behind a prosperous foundation for the alchemists in Yaolu.

"I, as a young generation, have been able to reach the rank of a second-level alchemist, not because of my extraordinary talent, but because I was born in a prosperous era, which gave me the energy to make progress. This is all thanks to the hard work of the elders, so I dare not be proud."

Shang Qu was very humble in the letter, without a trace of anxiety. Perhaps Zhou Huang had a great influence on him and he thought he was just a lucky man.

The fact that he was able to enter the realm of a second-level alchemist was simply due to Yao Lu’s flourishing good fortune, which just happened to push him forward.

"Now that you have become a second-level alchemist, there is not much point in staying in the camp. Go back to the medicine house and take charge of the coordination for me."

Mr. Chen responded with words of diligence and also let go a lot of his authority. Once he entered the second level, the situation was completely different.

Many things that he had to handle personally can now be delegated to Shang Qu, who can also use it as a training exercise to prepare for his future succession.

In addition, there was another letter, but it was from Luzhu.

Mr. Chen smiled and spread out the letter. The paragraphs of text were lively and lovely, jumping out of the paper.

"I don't know why, even though you've only been gone for seven or eight years, I still miss you. Maybe it's because I saw a white hair growing on my temples and I felt touched."

"I wanted to go to Qingping Valley to find you, but was stopped by the Immortal Sect's high-ranking officials."

"Tell me, is it you who did something to keep me in charge of Baiyu Peak? Many of the outer sect elders like me have been sent out to fight."

"Although I'm a little angry that you made the decision for me without my consent, I forgive you because you care about me, hehe."

Mr. Chen's eyes were filled with smiles as he read every word on the letter. However, when he saw Luzhu complain that she had grown a strand of white hair, his expression changed slightly. He suppressed the thoughts in his mind, continued reading, and a smile appeared in his eyes again.

"I will return after the war is over. You should stay in the Immortal Sect and don't go out."

He raised his hand and wrote another letter in reply. Every word was gentle and his strokes were not sharp at all, revealing the tenderness in his heart.

He had specifically instructed Chen Ergou to let Luzhu stay in charge of Baiyu Peak. With the killing and robbery happening in the border areas, there were too many variables, so it was safer to stay in the base camp.

…

Time passes in the noise.

Over the years, the camp has experienced storms of all sizes and has always stood firm. Its foundation has become increasingly solid, and it has gradually grown into a prominent force.

At that time, Zhang Lu was old, his hair had become dry and gray, his body was hunched, his blood was weak, and he looked very old.

"I have no regrets in these twenty-five years. I am very happy. I only regret that I met my boss too late and could not follow him for a few more years."

He was 112 years old at the time. Looking at the fortress that was as majestic as a city, he still felt a little excited in his heart, but due to physical and mental exhaustion, he was unable to do much.

He practiced Taoism in his middle age and experienced many setbacks, including several near-death experiences, which damaged his essence.

He could already feel the breath of death.

Looking back on his experiences in his later years, he was very proud. He had spent the first seven years working for the camp, building the initial framework, and filling it up bit by bit.

In the next eighteen years, he was favored by his employer and was responsible for handling miscellaneous matters in the camp, receiving a lot of respect and courtesy.

To this day, his traces can be found in many places in the camp, and he has been able to break free from the image of a "rootless duckweed".

Even if he died now, he would still consider himself a man with roots.

"Who says it's not?"

There was a hint of sigh in Master Ye's tone. After all, he was just a little short of reaching the level of a second-level alchemist.

It’s not that I can’t move forward, but that I’m old and have congenital limitations that block my path to advancement.

Many times, he wondered if the outcome would be different if he had met Mr. Chen a few years earlier.

"Hey, I don't have your regrets. My grandson has become a successful person."

Liao Zuofeng didn't have too many feelings. In the seventh year after he entered the camp, he brought his grandson here to practice alchemy. After many years, he had become a master.

From a casual cultivator to an alchemist, there is a qualitative leap. It is a great blessing for future generations to have this opportunity.

Even if, in the end, my grandson cannot enter the medicine house, it will be enough for him to practice.

"There are more and more people in the camp, but the original backbone is becoming increasingly scarce."

Chen Sheng overlooked the entire camp. The spiritual grass was lush and green, growing wildly like weeds. The number of monks stationed there had tripled, and each of them was a powerful character.

Everything is good, except that there are very few familiar faces.

He saw Zhang Lu, the first person to enter the camp. He was already surrounded by a strong aura of death, and it was obvious that his end was near.

They were still lucky enough to survive intact. More people died in the fighting.

Of the first batch of cultivators recruited, those who are still alive, except for a few alchemists like Master Ye, are no more than a handful.

"It's the boss. He's still so young. He's looking at me. Is he feeling sorry for me?"

Zhang Lu saw Chen Sheng, who was extremely handsome and looked exactly the same as he was 25 years ago, without any sign of aging.

He bowed from a distance. They would not meet often from now on, so this was his way of saying goodbye to this respectable boss in advance.

“Swoosh…”

Outside the empty sky, someone came riding a sword. He had a slender figure, and his handsome face was half covered by black hair. His eyebrows and eyes were revealed, but they were sharp and cold.

It's Zhao Mang! Chen Sheng's mind moved, and the camp's formation dissipated. Zhao Mang flew in, like a nimble dragon, and landed in front of him.

"Langya Immortal Sect will launch a general attack to destroy our Qingping Valley."

The first thing Zhao Mang said was the worst news among the bad news. The Langya Immortal Sect would mobilize all its forces here to launch a terrifying battle in an attempt to destroy the barrier of the Guangxiu Immortal Sect.

"It shouldn't be like this. How could the situation be so turbulent?"

Mr. Chen was puzzled. The battle situation, big and small, had been repeated repeatedly and had entered a stalemate.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't collapse in an instant and head towards the most destructive path.

"Master passed away three days ago."

Zhao Mang said in a deep voice.

"I see."

His death dealt a heavy blow to Qingping Valley, and it was also the time when all the cultivators were at their lowest point.

If the people of Langya Immortal Sect are not stupid, they will certainly launch a large-scale attack and strive to destroy Qingping Valley in one battle.

"Before leaving, Grandmaster left me the Qianyuan Dragon and Tiger Pill and asked me to give this Shuiyuan Crystal to you."

Zhao Mang told all of Taoist Hengyu's instructions before he left, and according to the elder's instructions, he handed the Shui Yuanjing to Chen Sheng.

“What a respectable elder.”

Chen Sheng immediately guessed Taoist Hengyu's intention. He gave the Qianyuan Dragon-Tiger Pill to Zhao Mang in order to pave the way for this younger generation to have a slim chance of advancement and to plan for the extremely difficult Golden Pill Realm.

Giving the Shui Yuan Jing to him was because I knew he needed it, and I wanted to buy a favor from him.

And this favor is not for an individual, but for Qingping Valley.

Originally, Taoist Hengyu could have lived another five years, but he refused, willing to die of old age for the sake of future generations.

That's why he said Taoist Hengyu was a respectable elder.

"I have to go back to Qingping Valley. The war will start soon. It will be extremely brutal."

Zhao Mang also understood the calculations involved. It was because he understood that he felt an unspeakable grief and obsession in his heart. He wanted to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the future of Qingping Valley and keep moving forward.

Before leaving, he was very calm and said, "This matter cannot be done. Senior, you can withdraw in time."

The attack from the Langya Immortal Sect would certainly be fierce and terrifying, and Qingping Valley might not be able to withstand it. If it really came to that, he would choose to perish together with his enemy, but as for Mr. Chen, he hoped that this elder could be safe.

"The storm will dissipate."

Mr. Chen watched Zhao Mang leave. The young man's figure was still upright, but his steps seemed a little heavy.

He was silent in his heart, and then uttered a powerful word, saying that he would do his best to break the predicament and lead everyone onto a bright path.

As many people expected, the death of Taoist Hengyu became the breaking point of the border decisive battle.

The mighty army of cultivators, inspired by the Langya Immortal Sect, pressed forward on the battle line and continuously bombarded the defense line of Qingping Valley.

Mr. Chen felt a precarious situation!

Because, from Qingping Valley, there had been no letters for a long time, and it was quiet.

In the past, the more dangerous the situation was, the more frequently letters were sent. But now there was no movement at all. It could only be said that the crisis had reached such a point that there was no time or opportunity to even send a letter.

Another point that can prove is that the frequency of attacks on the camp is constantly increasing. It seems that the defense of the border line has been broken, like a sieve, which has caused such a state.

"clang……"

The golden bell rang, and the loud sound spread.

Chen Sheng looked outside the camp and saw that it was indeed an enemy attack. A group of monks were invading, led by a monk in the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm. His men were wearing armor and were all strong and powerful.

This is another elite unit and should not be underestimated.

“This is the fortress.”

The river was fierce when it came, but when standing here, Song Shuwen maintained a cautious attitude. Many Foundation Establishment cultivators had already fallen into the ditch here and were badly injured.

"Boss, I'm going to kill him."

Inside the camp, there was also a cultivator watching Song Shuwen. He was an impatient man named Niu Liu, who had just come over recently. He was eager to have some meat after making some achievements.

"And ask someone to go with you."

There are already four Foundation Establishment cultivators under Chen Sheng's command. They were recruited over the past eighteen years. Niu Liu is one of them. He has an impatient temperament and does not think much.

There are also two Foundation Establishment cultivators, one is called Hou Yi and the other is called Gongsun Mu. Both of them are people with meticulous minds and can be paired with Niu Liu.

"Why do you have to do this?"

Niu Liu refused, and his momentum was like a dark cloud pressing down on one's head. Although he was impatient and easily exploited, he had a very strong aura of a rough man, and because of his recklessness, many conspiracies were directly broken.

"This barbaric bull..."

Yi Yuanlu wanted to remind them that the battle was dangerous and they had to be careful, but Niu Liu was so impatient that he just walked out, which made people helpless.

“Boom…”

The camp gate was wide open, and Niu Liu rode ahead on horseback. Behind him, each of his tribesmen surrounded him on both sides. They had a powerful aura, as if they had been reborn. There was no trace of the aura of a casual cultivator left.

The cultivators rushed forward with murderous aura like a rolling tide and overwhelming momentum, heading straight for where Song Shuwen was.

"Who is Mr. Chen to be able to recruit such a refined monk?"

Song Shuwen's expression changed slightly. The aura of these monks who rushed out of the camp was so strong that they were not weaker than the elite of the cultivation sects.

Is this a casual cultivator?

He was very puzzled, but he didn't know that this was because Chen Sheng fed him with a large amount of elixirs to make everyone follow him. Although he was born as a casual cultivator, his loyalty and background were full and he could be compared with the elite of the cultivation sects.

"boom"

The two groups of monks fought each other, and the fluctuations of magic were everywhere. If you were not careful, blood would be splattered on the spot.

Song Shuwen was powerful and domineering, pouring his magic power into the sword. He slashed with the sword, and a crescent-like light lit up in the void. The sword intent was sharp, containing the artistic conception of roundness and crescent, foreshadowing the demise of his opponent.

Niu Liu was a reckless man. Seeing the sword intent and murderous intention at every step, he did not avoid it. He protected himself with his magic power and picked up a pair of Xuanhua axes. He was like a demon bull running on the vast plain, shaking the sky and the earth.

"Bang"

With one strike, the sword intent shattered, and Niu Liu let the sharp edge shatter, killing so much that blood plum blossoms appeared on the flesh.

Song Shuwen was not at ease either. His body was shaking and his bones were creaking. He was in great pain from the huge force and felt like vomiting blood.

"Come on, let me chop off your head."

Niu Liu shook his body to clear his head, opened his eyes and stared at Song Shuwen, his eyes revealing a warm and excited look.

The next moment, he rushed forward, swung a pair of Xuanhua axes repeatedly, and the murderous aura was as fierce as a knife. He caught Song Shuwen and was about to cut off his body and head.

"madman!"

Song Shuwen had never encountered such a fierce enemy in battle before, and he did not feel the urgency of a life-and-death crisis at all.

He used a sword to fight against two Xuanhua axes, but he ran into obstacles everywhere and was crushed down little by little by the enemy's weight.

Forced into a corner, he stabbed with his sword, like a swallow flying through the air, straight at Niu Liu's vital point.

"Hahaha……"

Niu Liu laughed loudly and dodged a little to protect his vital parts. However, he covered Song Shuwen with a pair of Xuanhua axes, intending to exchange his injury for his life.

Song Shuwen felt very aggrieved. He retracted his sword and turned to escape. However, he was hit on the back by Niu Liuyi's axe. He rolled over like a sack and vomited blood.

(End of this chapter)