Hearing this, Cangyue's expression became serious for a moment.
"Master, please give me some advice."
Qingzhi spread out her palms, and they gathered into a spiritual realm of hundreds of herbs, reflecting the appearance of Qilin.
The fairy grass in the spiritual realm shook its branches violently, and in an instant, it pointed to the southwest.
"Whether the news is true or false, if we continue to wait, won't it allow others to take the lead?"
"Qilin recognizes its master. If you can't form a bond with someone else before them, even if you finally get Qilin, it will return to its master."
Her Baicao Lingjing, as one of the ancient divine artifacts, can naturally sense the location of human beings.
This is why she is not in a hurry to visit the imperial mausoleum.
Junior Sister Fu Yu has no interest in cultivation and spends all day sightseeing. How can she compare to her, an excellent student with outstanding grades in every subject?
I'm afraid you only have a desire to succeed, but lack the ability to succeed.
Forget it, this time I will just treat her as a senior sister and give my junior sister a vivid and real experience class.
"As expected of the legendary invincible Immortal Lord Qingzhi."
"This thing in your hand is the one that can heal all things and achieve eternal life."
Cangyue's father could not hide his excitement. He had been cultivating immortality for more than forty years, but this was the first time he had seen an ancient divine artifact. His eyes seemed to be glued to the spiritual realm, and he was reluctant to leave for a moment.
Cangyue raised his eyes and glanced at his father calmly.
His brows furrowed as he bowed to Qing Zhi and said, "Master, your teachings are correct. I just thought that you always think of me and help me with my cultivation. I will take this opportunity to come to the mortal world and repay your kindness."
"You're thoughtful."
Qingzhi nodded with satisfaction.
It’s such a good experience to have a Shuxin apprentice!
Cangyue respectfully retreated from the room according to the etiquette of the Heavenly Palace.
"Master, please take a good rest first. I will immediately send someone to patrol the southwest direction."
He closed the door, and the gentle smile in his eyes gradually disappeared.
The moment he turned around, several immortal cultivators surrounded him.
"Master, Immortal Fu Yu and Ming Teng have arrived near the imperial mausoleum. Do you want to take action now?"
Cangyue slowly stroked the end of his eyebrows.
"Wait a little longer."
“You have to eat your food one bite at a time, and you have to collect people one by one.”
"I asked you to prepare some things. Are you ready?"
"It's ready. It's in the warehouse at the back."
That night, the Cang family hosted a banquet to entertain Qingzhi.
The world is plagued by constant wars, the people are living in poverty and grief is everywhere, but Cangyue Ridge is like a paradise, with singing and dancing, abundant supplies and a peaceful scene.
After three rounds of drinks, Cang's father revealed the secret.
If one wishes to become an immortal cultivator and join Cang Yue Ridge, one must hand over all one's wealth in order to sever one's emotions and desires and escape from worldly desires.
If you have no credit, you can work in the mountains behind the Cang family for 10 years in exchange for the opportunity to enter the army.
In times of chaos and despair, life is worthless, and people can only hope to cultivate immortality, achieve longevity, and pray to gods for advice.
Every year, the Cang family sends disciples to answer questions and resolve doubts, comfort people, raise funds for charity, and help the people.
But most of the donations did not ultimately reach the victims...
Among the major immortal cultivation families, only the Cang family has an increasingly solid foundation, followers all over the world, and the greatest reputation.
Qingzhi shook her head, and the voice of Cang's father in her ears became increasingly vague, sometimes near and sometimes far away.
She staggered to her feet and said, "I, I'm going back first."
"Go slowly, Immortal Lord. Cangyue, quickly help your master back to the wing room to rest."
Father Cang half-closed his eyes and took a sip of wine.
"yes."
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