Chapter 467 Treasure Key, Layout, Important Intelligence

Chapter 467 Treasure Key, Layout, Important Intelligence

Chapter 467 Treasure Key, Layout, Important Intelligence (11.1k)

"I wonder who will participate in the Yongxuan Golden Pill Ceremony?"

In order to avoid accidents like the Lei Ze Floating Island in Huiping County, he planned to exchange some information before setting off. If there is an emergency, he can still respond in advance. After all, the gathering of so many Jindan is a rare opportunity.

Immediately, the thought fell on the sea of ​​consciousness panel:
"Exchange Information"

hum!
The panel vibrates.

A large amount of yellow light surged.

Then, one picture after another appeared, and among the many pictures, a familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar figure came into view:
"Brother Ren?"

Since he returned from Tianlang Mountain more than ten years ago and replanted Ren Ge'er's acquired spiritual roots, he has been in Huizhou Prefecture and has been in seclusion for most of the time. He knows very little about Ren Ge'er's subsequent situation:
"I wonder what level this child has reached in his cultivation now?"

Back then, Brother Qiang was also implanted with acquired spiritual roots, but his cultivation speed was far from satisfactory. Compared with his many brothers and sisters, he felt inferior and thought that no matter how hard he tried, it was all in vain, so he began to give up on himself:
"I hope Brother Ren won't make the same mistake again!"

His eyes were fixed on the screen.

The scene suddenly became three-dimensional and vivid, as if you were there.

Fu Yongren sat cross-legged on the top of Qingfeng Cliff, with his hands clasped together, and beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

Although the spiritual roots reshaped by the Nine Heavens Mysterious Vine could draw spiritual energy, it was like drawing water from a dry well. Every breath was extremely difficult. An ordinary cultivator could break through from drawing energy into the body to the second level of Qi Refining in a year or two, but he had spent nearly three years and still failed.

"Come again!"

Fu Yongren made hand gestures again, and the free spiritual energy around him pierced into his body like a needle, and each flow brought a tearing pain. But every time he was about to guide it to his dantian, it would make a buzzing sound and most of it would dissipate. But he didn't dare to stop - his father had said that if you slack off when your spiritual roots are just forming, your future practice will be twice as effective with half the effort.

"Young master, it's time to eat..." the old servant whispered from a distance.

Fu Yongren turned a deaf ear to it until the moon was at its highest point in the sky. He felt a crackling sound in his body. He had finally successfully broken through to the second level of Qi Refining in his fourth year of cultivation. During this process, he did not take any elixir. He suddenly opened his eyes, and a faint green light flickered on his fingertips like a firefly. Although it was faint, it was real.

In this way, another three years passed in a flash.

In the twelfth lunar month, all the members of the Fu family were practicing in the warm room, except Fu Yongren, who was standing by the cold pond in the back mountain.

There was a thin layer of ice on the surface of the pond. He took off his shirt, took a deep breath, and jumped in.

"hiss--"

The freezing water swallowed him up instantly, and his skin felt like it was pierced by thousands of needles. He forced himself to practice the Qingteng Jue, and his spiritual power struggled to move through his frozen meridians. Every inch he advanced was painful enough to make his eyes go black. This was a method of cultivation he had figured out himself - using his body to resist the cold waterfall, forcing his spiritual power to speed up in his body and resist the cold. In this way, his cultivation speed could be the same as that of an ordinary person.

There were footsteps on the shore.

"You've been practicing here for three years. Do you want to die?!" Fu Changli's youngest son Fu Yongming was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth. "The acquired spirit is weak. If your meridians are frozen, you will never be able to break through the third level of Qi Refining in your lifetime."

Fu Yongren didn't answer.

He sank to the bottom of the pool, holding his breath, and his spiritual power suddenly surged under the extreme pressure -

"boom!"

A column of water exploded from the cold pond, and Fu Yongren broke out of the water, with a light green light surrounding him.

The third level of Qi refining!

Fu Yongming's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost: "This... How is this possible?!"

Fu Yongren wiped the ice water off his face, picked up his robe and turned to leave.

Fu Yongming muttered from behind: "Self-mutilation training is simply crazy, but you think that you can beat me in the clan competition by breaking through to the third level of Qi Refining? It's just a dream!!"

Time flies in the world of cultivation. In the blink of an eye, it was time for the next triennial clan competition of the Fu family. The Fu family’s martial arts arena was bustling with people.

The triennial clan competition has always been a stage for the younger generation to show their talents. But today, the most eye-catching thing is a duel without any suspense - Fu Yongming vs. Fu Yongren.

"The market is open! If Fu Yongming wins, the odds are 1 to 1; if Fu Yongren wins, the odds are 100 to 1!" The manager shouted loudly, causing everyone to laugh.

"One hundred to one? These odds are too insulting!"

"Insult? In the last clan competition, Fu Yongren couldn't even hold out for three moves. I'm afraid he won't even have a chance to attack this time!"

The spiritual stones fell into the wooden tray with a clang, all betting on Fu Yongming. In the corner, the old servant Fu Zhong held hundreds of spiritual stones, hesitated for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and put them into the empty "Fu Yongren" wooden grid.

"Uncle Zhong, are you crazy?" The servant beside him pulled him back, "This is the money you have saved for your coffin for decades!"

"Hmph, I'd love to!"

The old servant also felt that Fu Yongren could not beat Fu Yongming. After all, there was a huge gap between the two of them. However, he had watched his own son grow up, and he would not let his son be looked down upon no matter what.

He looked at Fu Yongren with a glimmer of hope.

When Fu Yongren stepped onto the bluestone stage, he was booed from all sides.

"Isn't this the useless spiritual root? How dare you come here?"

"I heard that he has broken through to the fourth level of Qi Refining, but Fu Yongming is already at the seventh level of Qi Refining. The gap is even bigger!"

Across from him, Fu Yongming was wearing a brocade robe, with a jade pendant jingling on his waist. He was too lazy to even draw his sword, and just hooked his finger jokingly: "Brother Ren, how many moves do you plan to take this time? Three moves? Or... one move?"

The memories of three years ago came flooding back to his mind - on the same stage, he was kicked in the chest by Fu Yongming, and his miserable appearance of spitting blood and rolling off the stage is still a laughing stock in the clan.

Fu Yongren silently untied the cloth strip, revealing the dark iron heavy sword. There were no patterns on the sword, only two shallow marks near the guard - those were the count marks of his swinging the sword 10,000 times a day, a total of 3,690 days and nights in ten years.

"Please." He held the sword across his chest.

"Humph, if that's the case, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Fu Yongming snorted coldly, and the spiritual power of the seventh level of Qi Refining burst out. He rushed forward like a ghost, and his right leg swept across with light green spiritual power, making a sharp whistling sound in the air.

There were exclamations from the spectators. If this "Qinglan Kick" hit the target, it would be enough to shatter the meridians of a fifth-level Qi Refining cultivator!
Ding!
Fu Yongren hastily blocked with the black iron sword in hand. Amid the sound of metal clashing, Fu Yongren's knuckles broke and drops of blood rolled down the spine of the sword.

"Huh?" Fu Yongming raised his eyebrows, "You can actually catch it?"

The second move followed, the spiritual power gathered in the fingertips turned into a jade-colored sharp edge, this time going straight to the dantian. Fu Yongren rolled sideways, the sword blade scraped on the bluestone with a harsh sound, barely avoiding the vital part, but his left shoulder was still scratched, and his robe was immediately stained with blood.

"Young Master!" the old servant couldn't help but shout out.

The audience laughed even louder: "Sure enough, he is still a waste!"

Fu Yongming shook off the blood beads on his fingertips and suddenly sighed: "Why humiliate myself?" A dazzling green light began to condense in his palm, which was the starting posture of the killing move [Thousand Waves] of "Qinglan Jue" - this blow was enough to shatter the meridians of a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

Just when his spiritual power was about to burst out, Fu Yongren suddenly dropped his sword.

"Give up?" Fu Yongming sneered, but his killing moves did not stop at all.

The boy's bloodstained fingers suddenly formed a strange seal - his right wrist twisted inward like a vine wrapped around a dead tree, and his left palm turned outward like a new bud breaking through the soil. This action, which he had practiced thousands of times at the bottom of the cold pond, caused the dark green spiritual power that had been dormant in his body for ten years to burst out.

"Crack!"

The sneer on Fu Yongming's face suddenly froze. He looked down and saw spider-web-like dark green lines appearing on his right arm. Those lines spread wildly along the meridians like living things. However, in an instant, the spiritual power circulation of the entire arm was completely locked!
"This is.?!"

In the spectator seat, the teacup of the foundation-building manager fell to the ground with a clang. The most useless "bind" technique in "Green Vine Technique" turned into a ferocious killing move in Fu Yongren's hands at this moment - those dark green spiritual powers were not arranged in advance, but accumulated in the bone marrow with every sword swing over the past ten years!
"Puff!" Fu Yongming spat out a mouthful of blood, and when he staggered back, he found that his legs were also entangled by vine-like spiritual power. He frantically urged the spiritual power in his dantian, but it was like a trapped animal in a swamp. The more he struggled, the deeper those dark green lines tightened.

When the cold tip of the heavy black iron sword pressed against his throat, Fu Yongming heard the sound of his teeth chattering. The cold light on the tip of the sword reflected the other party's calm eyes - that was not the fanaticism of a gambler at all, but the calmness of a hunter looking at the prey that fell into the trap.

"Admit defeat." Fu Yongren's voice was very light, but it made the whole audience silent, "Or I will do it for you."

"I give up." Fu Yongming squeezed out these three words from between his teeth.

Bang!

Fu Yongren dropped his sword, bent down, picked up the blood-stained cloth and slowly wrapped it around his hands.

The entire training ground was in complete silence.

Everyone's eyes widened, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing.

"Fu Yongren won?"

"A Qi Refining Level 4 defeated Fu Yongming, who is at the Qi Refining Level 7?"

"How can this be?!"

Someone in the crowd muttered to himself, "Did he just use the 'bind' spell from the Qingteng Jue? Isn't that a supporting spell?"

"But that spiritual power is even more tenacious and powerful than that in the late stage of Qi Refining." Someone swallowed.

Fu Yongren ignored everyone's shock, silently put away the black iron sword, turned around and left.

The old servant Fu Zhong was crying and laughing while holding a storage bag full of spirit stones. Those clansmen who had bet on the wrong thing were only now realizing that this madman who had been soaking in the cold pond for ten years had already refined the killing moves into every drop of his blood.

"The odds are a hundred to one!" Someone beat his chest and stamped his feet, "I should have followed Uncle Zhong's lead in placing the bet!"

When Fu Yongming was helped off the stage by his servants, suspicious water stains were dripping from the hem of his brocade robe. He stared at the departing figure and suddenly remembered the stubborn child covered in blood on the top of the cliff ten years ago - it turned out that the sound of ants gnawing at the tree had merged into thunder over the years.

Another three years passed.

In the dense forest outside the Shiwan Mountains, Fu Yongren stepped on the slippery moss and used the heavy black iron sword in his hand to push away the thorns.

"Sir, the territory of the Yunlang Wolf is just ahead." The old servant Fu Zhong lowered his voice and clenched the hunting bow in his hand. "That beast is very cunning. With its strength at the late stage of the first stage, even a cultivator at the peak of Qi Refining may not be able to get the upper hand over it."

Fu Yongren did not answer, but just squatted down and touched the ground lightly with his fingertips - there were a few strands of silver-gray hair remaining on a few broken vines.

“It was here.”

He raised his head, and his eyes swept around, finally stopping on an old crooked pine tree. There was a claw mark on the trunk, fresh and still oozing with pine resin.

"Uncle Zhong, put the bait there."

The old servant took out a piece of deer meat smeared with the blood of a spirit beast from his backpack and carefully hung it on a pine branch. Fu Yongren took out a few dark blue seeds from his bosom, and with the spiritual power of his fingertips, the seeds quietly sank into the soil.

"Sir, this is..."

"Green vine thorn." Fu Yongren whispered.

The old servant's pupils shrank.

Green vine thorns are a method of trapping enemies recorded in the Green Vine Art. They need to be planted in advance and nurtured with spiritual power. When the time is right, the vines will strangle the prey like iron chains. However, this method is extremely mentally exhausting, and ordinary cultivators will not use it for hunting at all - after all, the benefits of hunting a Yunlang wolf may not be worth the spiritual power consumption in the past few days.

But Fu Yongren obviously didn't think so. He hunted the Yunlang Wolf more to hone his practical experience. Having cultivation alone was just a show. The most important thing was to be able to transform every bit of his magic power into a powerful weapon to kill the enemy.

He retreated to a crevice ten feet away, closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, leaving only a trace of his mind to lock onto the bait.

Just after noon, a cold wind suddenly blew through the woods.

"rustle--"

The sound of the dead leaves rustling was very light, but it did not escape Fu Yongren's ears. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a silver-gray shadow silently sliding out from the bushes - the body was like a calf, with white fangs, and a pair of dark green wolf eyes staring at the hanging venison.

Yunlang Wolf!
The beast was extremely cautious, circling the bait three times, its nostrils twitching as if it was trying to identify the trap. Finally, hunger overcame its vigilance, and it suddenly jumped up and took a bite of the venison -

"It's now!"

Fu Yongren made a gesture with his fingertips, and dozens of vines suddenly sprang up from the ground, wrapping around the wolf's legs like poisonous snakes. Yunlang Wolf roared and struggled, tearing a few vines apart with its sharp claws, but more green vines had already climbed up its body, wrapping around it tighter and tighter!

"Uncle Zhong!"

The old servant had already pulled the bowstring to its full extent, and shot an arrow upon hearing the words. There was an explosive talisman attached to the arrowhead, and it hit the wolf right in the belly!
"boom!"

Fire exploded, and Yunlang Wolf fell to the ground wailing. Fu Yongren did not hesitate, raised his sword and stepped forward, and the heavy black iron sword slashed down with a sound of breaking wind -

"Pfft!"

The wolf's head rolled down, and blood splattered on the moss, spreading a dark red.

The entire hunting process was quick and efficient.

Fu Yongren knelt on one knee and used the sword to cut open the wolf's belly.

"Sir, please be careful. Let me do it..."

"No need, Uncle Zhong, please be alert in all directions, just in case."

As he spoke, his fingertips were as powerful as a knife, peeling the fascia accurately. Suddenly, a hard object hit his finger.

"This is……?"

A palm-sized jade token slid out of the wolf's stomach. It was bluish-white in color, with intricate patterns carved on the surface, like some kind of mechanical lock. There was dried blood on one corner of the jade token, and it was obvious that it had been swallowed by the wolf not long ago.

"Mechanical Jade!" the old servant exclaimed, "I have seen something similar in the market. It is said to be the key to the cave of an ancient cultivator. One piece can be sold for tens of thousands of spirit stones!"

Fu Yongren stroked the jade token, frowning slightly.

The pattern on the jade token seemed familiar - it looked very much like the "Nine Aperture Lock" recorded in the book "Heavenly Craftsmanship" in his father's study. But no matter how much spiritual power he injected into it, the jade token had no reaction.

"Sir, we've made a fortune!" the old servant said excitedly, "Take it to Wanbaolou and sell it for a few bottles of Peiyuan Pills. Maybe they can help you cultivate to the peak of Qi Refining!"

Fu Yongren shook his head.

Thirteen years ago, if his father had not implanted the Nine Heavens Mysterious Vine into his body, allowing him to practice cultivation, he would have lived a mediocre life and would have turned into a handful of earth in a hundred years.

He always remembered his father's kindness in giving him a new life, but over the years, he had never given his father any reward except for working hard on his studies.

"Lord Zhong." Fu Yongren put away the jade token and said softly, "Return home."

The scene stopped abruptly.

Followed by.

Lines of text appeared:

[1: The mechanical jade obtained by Fu Yongren is not the Nine Aperture Lock. This jade can open one of the light shields in the secret collection of the Tianlang Tribe. Fu Yongren intends to give this mechanical jade to you.]

"what?"

There is such a good thing.

Since the conquest of the Tianlang Tribe, among the nine light shields in the inner room of the treasure hall, only Fu Yongjing opened one of the light shields through the Xutian Tower and obtained a human skin war drum. This war drum is too evil and can only be used after a true breakthrough in the Golden Elixir, so it has been vacant in the Five Elements Space.

"Brother Ren unexpectedly got the second key to unlock the treasure by chance!"

This was an unexpected surprise.

But what made him even more gratified was that Ren Ge'er was such a filial child. His first reaction when he saw the treasure was to present it to his old father.

In order to prevent Ren Ge'er from falling into the same fate as Qiang Ge'er.

He also specifically ordered the steward in charge of Yunshan County not to use any backdoors for Ren Ge'er. Ren Ge'er was treated the same as ordinary members of the clan. He also did not let Qingru take him to Huizhou Prefecture in order to train him. Now it seems that Ren Ge'er really did not disappoint him.

Fu Changsheng's eyes fell on the second picture.

hum!
The scene on the screen suddenly became three-dimensional, as if you were there in person.

Yunshan County.

The spiritual fields of the Eighth-Rank Gan family were shrouded in morning mist.

The spiritual farmer Gan Tiezhu walked on the ridge of the field in the dew, pinching the cloud-moving and rain-scattering technique in his hands. Wisps of spiritual mist overflowed from his fingertips and turned into drizzle that sprinkled on the red marrow rice that was about to ear.

"what?"

Gan Tiezhu suddenly stopped his spell, squatted down and pushed aside the dense spiritual rice. The edges of the leaves of a red rice plant were abnormally red, as if they were stained with blood.

"Weird things"

The old spiritual farmer's rough fingers gently touched the red leaf, and there was a slight tingling sensation at his fingertips. A trace of cold air penetrated into his meridians, causing him to shiver. He quickly circulated the meager spiritual power in his body to force the breath out.

"Maybe it's stained with bloody evil spirit."

Gan Tiezhu muttered to himself, took out the silver scissors from his waist, and carefully cut off the red leaf. The moment the red leaf left the plant, a few drops of dark red juice oozed out, fell on the soil with a "hissing" sound, and emitted a few wisps of green smoke.

The old spiritual farmer frowned, wrapped the red leaves in oil paper and stuffed them into his arms, and continued to complete today's rainmaking work. He thought about going to the spiritual plantation to ask, maybe the deacon in the church knew what was going on.

Three days later, Gan Tiezhu staggered into the Lingzhi Church compound, his face pale:

"Oh no! Lingtian. Something happened to Lingtian!"

In the Spiritual Plant Hall, the head of the hall, Gan Mingyuan, was reading a volume of "Spiritual Plants Hundred Solutions" and looked up when he heard the voice. This cultivator in the early stage of foundation building had a gaunt face. Years of dealing with spiritual plants had made his palms appear light green. "Uncle Tiezhu, why are you so panicked?" Gan Mingyuan put down the volume.

Gan Tiezhu trembled as he took out a handful of red leaves from his bosom: "Master, look! That day I only found one plant with red leaves, but today I see more than a dozen plants! Moreover," he swallowed, "not only the red marrow rice, but the chalcedony grass next to it has also begun to show red spots!"

Gan Mingyuan's expression changed as he took the red leaves and examined them carefully.

The red on the leaves was not evenly distributed, but showed strange patterns, like some kind of runes. He tried to inject a little spiritual power, and the red leaves suddenly shook violently, making a slight "squeaking" sound.

"This"

Gan Mingyuan's pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately made a gesture and sent out a beam of green light to seal the red leaf:

"Uncle Tiezhu, take me to the spiritual field."

Gan Mingyuan gasped at the sight of the spiritual field. In the originally lush red rice field, dozens of spiritual rice plants had red leaves. What was even more terrifying was that the red spots were spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye. Several chalcedony grass plants beside the field also showed similar symptoms, with red spots all over their leaves and severe spiritual energy leakage.

Gan Mingyuan quickly cast several spells and set up an isolation barrier around the diseased spiritual plant. He opened the "All-Spiritual Disease Code" he carried with him, but could not find any record that matched it.

"Master, what kind of disease is this?" Gan Tiezhu's voice trembled.

Gan Mingyuan did not answer immediately, but walked to a plant of red rice that was the most seriously infected and carefully dug out its roots. The roots, which should have been pure white, now appeared dark red, and even had tiny red hairs growing at the root tips, like some kind of parasitic hyphae.

"It's not a disease." Gan Mingyuan said in a deep voice, "It's some kind of parasitic creature we have never seen before."

He stood up and looked around the spiritual field:
"Immediately seal off this area. All those who have come into contact with the infected spiritual plants must undergo spiritual purification. Uncle Tiezhu, go and ask the clan leader to come over and tell him that something serious has happened in the spiritual field."

When Chief Gan arrived, more than a dozen core members of the tribe had already gathered in Lingzhi Hall.

The head of the Gan family, Yu Lian's half-brother, grew up in the Fu family. Fairy Cai had a premonition that her time was running out, so she let him return to the Gan family. With the help of Yu Lian and Gan Muwan's marriage into the Fu family, with these two major supports, the Gan family was promoted from a low-ranking family to an eighth-rank family.

but.

As Yu Lian and Fu Yongfan went to Kyoto, Gan Muwan's direct descendants who remained in the Gan family died one after another, and the assistance received by the Gan clan leader was greatly reduced.

The Gan family's development has seemed to regress in recent years.

Once the spiritual fields are damaged on a large scale, it will undoubtedly be a further blow to the Gan family.

"Mingyuan, what's the situation?" Chief Gan asked in a low voice.

Gan Mingyuan pointed to several diseased spiritual plants on the table and said, "Patriarch, look. The diseases of these spiritual plants are developing very quickly, and" he picked up a chalcedony grass, "the symptoms found this morning are different from those yesterday."

Chief Gan carefully observed the spiritual plants, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on a red marrow rice plant, and the earthy yellow spiritual light in his palm surged.

With a crisp "crack" sound, the stalk of the red marrow rice split open, and a cloud of red mist floated out of it. It twisted and deformed in the air, vaguely forming a hideous face, which was immediately dispersed by a palm of Chief Gan.

Everyone in the hall was in an uproar.

"The blood evil has taken shape!" Chief Gan's face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it. "This is not an ordinary spiritual plant disease. I'm afraid someone has cast a curse on our Gan family's spiritual fields!"

"Chief, could it be..." An elder hesitated to speak.

Chief Gan knew what he wanted to say. The Blood Forbidden Land, which was less than 300 miles away from the Gan family, had been experiencing frequent abnormalities recently, and blood evil spirits were often leaking out. However, the current situation could not be explained by the naturally formed blood evil spirits.

"Investigate!" Chief Gan said sternly, "Mingyuan, take your men to thoroughly investigate all the spiritual fields and count the number of infected spiritual plants. Also, take a few intact diseased spiritual plants. I will go to the Fu family to ask for help in person."

"Fu family?" Gan Mingyuan asked in surprise, "The clan leader wants to alert the upper clan?"

Chief Gan smiled bitterly:
"The spiritual fields are the foundation of our Gan family. If this 'disease' continues to spread, within half a month, our Gan family will have nothing to harvest. By then, let alone offerings to the clan and the court, even the cultivation resources for our own children will be in trouble."

He looked out the window at the darkening sky:

"Prepare the flying boat. I will set off tonight. Also, fetch the ancestral piece of 'Qingming Lingyu'."

Hearing that the ancestral spiritual jade was going to be used, everyone in the hall looked at each other in surprise. That was a precious spiritual material that could help the Purple Palace break through the bottleneck, and it was one of the treasures of the Gan family.

"Clan leader, Senior Fu Yongwei, the head of the Fu family's Lingzhi Hall, was a disciple of your mother. You have come forward in person. You should give face to the Buddha. Senior Fu will not stand by and watch someone die..." The great elder could not help but speak.

Obviously.

The Great Elder did not want to give up this spiritual jade.

Chief Gan glared at the other person.

I feel that the older the elder gets, the more confused he becomes.

My mother has passed away long ago.

Even though Fu Yongwei had learned the art of spiritual plants from her mother, this favor was becoming less and less each time it was used. Moreover, asking the upper sect to take action required a corresponding reward.

That night, a green flying boat engraved with runes rose from the Gan family and sped towards the north. On the flying boat, Chief Gan closed his eyes and regulated his breathing. In the jade box beside him were sealed several diseased spiritual plants, and in another brocade box was placed the spiritual jade with a faint green light.

After the flying boat flew for three hours, a mountain range covered in clouds and mist appeared in front of them. Chief Gan sent out a communication talisman, and after a moment, the clouds and mist parted a passage, revealing a magnificent building complex in the mountains - the Yuyao City where the seventh-rank Fu family was located.

The flying boat landed in the square in front of the villa, where Fu family monks were already waiting. The leader was a middle-aged monk wearing a moon-white robe, with an elegant face, and it was Wu Qing.

Thirty years have passed since Wu Qing entered the Fu family.

He followed Fu Yongwei and devoted himself to studying the way of spiritual plants. With the skills he learned from his father and his own talents, he quickly gained a foothold in the Fu family. Fu Yongwei was wary of him at first, but seeing that he was diligent and hardworking, and that he repeatedly helped the Spiritual Planting Hall solve difficult and complicated problems, she gradually looked at him differently. After the two of them became husband and wife, Wu Qing naturally became Fu Yongwei's right-hand man, managing the general affairs of the Spiritual Planting Hall for her, while Fu Yongwei only needed to concentrate on studying the art of spiritual plants.

"What's the reason Chief Gan is visiting you so late at night?" Wu Qing asked with a bow.

Chief Gan returned the greeting solemnly: "Master Wu, Gan has an important matter to discuss with Senior Yongwei. It is a matter of great importance. Please inform me."

Wu Qing frowned slightly when he heard this, but seeing the other party's serious expression, he knew the situation was urgent, so he immediately stepped aside to lead the way:

"Chief Gan, please follow me. Senior Fu is studying ancient books in Lingzhi Hall."

Passing through the winding corridors of the Fu family, the spiritual plants on both sides are lush and green, and there is a faint spiritual mist. Chief Gan sighed in his heart, the heritage of the seventh-grade family is indeed profound, even the ordinary spiritual plants are much higher in quality than those of the Gan family.

In the Spiritual Plant Hall, Fu Yongwei was reading a volume of the "Wanling Disease Codex" at her desk. When she heard footsteps, she looked up. Although she was over a hundred years old, due to her profound cultivation, her face still looked like she was in her twenties. There was a bit of coldness between her eyebrows, and only the light green color on her fingertips showed that she had been dealing with spiritual plants for many years.

"Chief Gan?" She nodded slightly, "Why are you so anxious?"

Chief Gan did not dare to delay and immediately took out the jade box and handed it over respectfully:

"Senior, the Gan family's spiritual field has suddenly encountered an abnormal change. I suspect it is not an ordinary disease, so I came here to seek advice."

Fu Yongwei took the jade box and tapped it with her fingertips, and the lid opened. The leaves of the spiritual plant in the box were as red as blood, and there were faint dark patterns flowing between the veins. As soon as it was opened, a cold breath emanated.

"Hmm?" Her eyes narrowed, and a wisp of spiritual power gathered at her fingertips, gently tapping on the leaves.

"Swish——" The leaves trembled slightly like living things, making a slight hissing sound.

Wu Qing, who was standing by, also came closer to observe, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter: "This... doesn't look like an ordinary blood evil infection, it looks more like..."

"It seems like being corroded by some kind of parasitic creature." Fu Yongwei said in a deep voice, "But the symptoms are slightly different from the 'Blood Evil Corrosion Spirit' recorded in the 'All-Spirits Disease Codex'."

Chief Gan quickly added:
"At first there was only one plant, but three days later it had spread to dozens of acres. Now it has affected hundreds of acres of spiritual fields, and it is getting worse very quickly!"

Fu Yongwei and Wu Qing looked at each other and saw a hint of solemnity in each other's eyes.

“If it’s so contagious, I’m afraid the Fu family’s spiritual fields won’t be spared.” Wu Qing whispered.

Fu Yongwei made a prompt decision: "Wu Qing, prepare the flying boat, we will go to the Gan family immediately to check."

The Fu family's flying boat was extremely fast. In just half an hour, it had arrived above the Gan family's spiritual field.

Chief Gan led the way, and as soon as everyone landed, they smelled a faint fishy smell. The spiritual field, which was originally full of spiritual energy, was now faintly glowing red. From a distance, it looked like a sea of ​​blood.

Fu Yongwei's expression suddenly changed, and she quickly walked into the field and leaned over to check. She saw that the roots of the spiritual rice were completely entangled by dark red mycelium, and some of the rice stems even exuded dark red juice, which dripped onto the ground, making a "hissing" corrosion sound.

"This..." Wu Qing squatted down and lightly touched a diseased spiritual rice with his fingertips. As soon as it touched, the spiritual rice trembled violently, and the leaves slashed towards him like sharp blades!

"Be careful!" Fu Yongwei waved her sleeves, and a ray of light pulled Wu Qing away.

The leaves of the spiritual rice passed through the air, creating a sharp sound of wind. If Wu Qing had not dodged in time, his wrist would have been cut.

"Spiritual plants...are actually aggressive?" Wu Qing's pupils shrank slightly.

Fu Yongwei looked solemn: "The situation is worse than I imagined."

Chief Gan quickly called over the spiritual farmer Gan Tiezhu who first discovered the abnormality.

The old spiritual farmer came over trembling, his face pale, obviously frightened by the changes in the spiritual field. His rough hands trembled slightly, and he saluted Fu Yongwei and Wu Qing:
"Meet the two seniors..."

Fu Yongwei slowed down her tone and said, "Don't be nervous. Tell me in detail how you first discovered the abnormality."

Gan Tiezhu swallowed his saliva and said in a hoarse voice:
"That morning, I went to apply rain as usual and found that the leaves of a red rice plant were turning red. At first, I thought it was stained with blood evil spirit, so I cut off the red leaves, but who knew..."

"Three days later, those red leaves actually...actually moved on their own!"

Gan Tiezhu opened the oil paper package. The red leaves inside had dried up long ago, but dark red lines still remained between the leaf veins, and a faint breath of air could be faintly felt flowing.

Fu Yongwei took the red leaf, and spiritual power flowed through her fingertips. The red leaf curled up slightly like a living thing, as if resisting her detection.

"Sure enough..." Her eyes turned cold, "This is not a disease, but a 'living thing'."

Wu Qing said in a deep voice: "Senior, this matter may involve evil cultivation methods, or some kind of parasitic spirit monster that we have never seen before."

Fu Yongwei nodded and looked at Chief Gan:
"Seal off all spiritual fields and forbid anyone from approaching. Also, summon all cultivators of the Gan family and prepare the 'Spirit Purification Formation'. We must stop the spread as soon as possible!"

Chief Gan quickly agreed, but his heart became heavier - if even Fu Yongwei was so cautious, the Gan family might be in big trouble this time...

A few hours later.

Fu Yongwei stood in the center of the spiritual field, her robes moving without wind, her fingertips forming spells like a phantom, and green spiritual patterns spread from her feet, quickly outlining a huge formation covering a hundred acres of spiritual field. Wu Qing stood at the center of the formation, forming seals with both hands, and the spiritual power around her poured into the formation like a tide, interweaving with Fu Yongwei's spiritual patterns to form a net.

"The Spirit Purification Formation, rise!"

Following Fu Yongwei's clear shout, the formation suddenly lit up with a dazzling green light, and countless purification runes floated above the spiritual field like stars, turning into drizzle and falling. As soon as the diseased spiritual rice came into contact with the green light, it trembled violently, and the red spots on the leaves faded at a speed visible to the naked eye. The dark red hyphae were pulled out from the roots, making a "sizzling" sound in the green light, and finally turned into black smoke and dissipated.

The Gan family members watched from afar and showed joy when they saw this.

"As expected of you, Senior Fu! Once this Spirit Purification Formation is deployed, all evil spirits will be eliminated!"

"Master Wu's cooperation is also perfect. The two of them complement each other's spiritual power and double the power!"

Chief Gan's tense expression eased a little, but his eyes were still fixed on the changes in the spiritual field, not daring to relax at all.

Three hours later, the green light of the entire spiritual field gradually subsided, and the rice plants that were originally blood-red had returned to green, and even the cold air remaining in the soil was washed away. Fu Yongwei finished her mantra and exhaled, with beads of sweat oozing from her forehead, obviously consuming a lot of energy. Wu Qing quickly stepped forward and handed over a bottle of Huiling Pill:

"Senior, please take a breath for a moment."

Fu Yongwei nodded slightly, and after taking the pill, she said to Chief Gan: "It has been suppressed temporarily, but we need to continue to observe. If there is no recurrence, we can confirm that it has been eradicated."

Chief Gan bowed deeply and said, "Thank you very much, Senior. The Gan family is grateful to you!"

However, at the moment when Fu Yongwei and Wu Qing withdrew the Jingling Formation, something strange happened!
"Crack!"

A subtle cracking sound came from the ground, and then the soil of the entire spiritual field began to wriggle like a living thing! The leaves of the spiritual rice, which had originally regained their green color, turned red again, and the color was more enchanting than before, as if soaked in blood. What was even more terrifying was that the roots of those rice plants suddenly broke out of the ground, dancing wildly like countless red tentacles, swallowing up all the remaining pure spiritual green light!
"Not good!" Fu Yongwei's pupils suddenly shrank, "It is absorbing the spiritual power of the formation!"

Before he finished speaking, a blood mist suddenly exploded in the center of the spiritual field, and dense red runes emerged from the mist. It was the reverse form of the Pure Spirit Formation - the Soul Devouring Blood Formation! Those runes swam like tadpoles, and wherever they passed, the spiritual rice mutated at a terrifying speed. The rice ears actually split open with hideous mouthparts, spewing out smelly blood mist!
Wu Qing retreated several feet and threw out twelve jade nails from his sleeves, trying to nail the center of the formation, but as soon as the jade nails touched the ground, they were corroded into slag by the blood mist. His face was ashen:

"This is not parasitism, this is sacrifice! Someone is using the Gan family's spiritual fields as a dish to cultivate soul-devouring monster plants!"

Fu Yongwei no longer held back, and with the full pressure of the Purple Mansion Realm, she slapped the core of the blood mist with one palm. The vast spiritual power turned into a green giant palm, forcibly pressing the blood mist back into the ground. But after a moment, a dull roar came from the ground, as if some giant monster was waking up.

"Retreat! Everyone, leave the spiritual field!" Fu Yongwei shouted.

The moment everyone hastily evacuated, the entire spiritual field collapsed, revealing a huge pit with a diameter of a hundred feet. At the bottom of the pit, a blood-red demon plant broke out of the ground, its trunk coiled like a giant python, and a blood-like red demon flower bloomed on the top. A blurry human face emerged from the stamens, emitting a piercing, sharp laugh!

Upon seeing this, Fu Yongwei instantly formed a green soul-locking seal on her fingertips and shot it towards the demon flower.

"seal up!"

The moment the Soul-Locking Seal touched the demon flower, the entire demon plant blurred for a moment like a phantom, and then exploded into a blood mist with a "bang"!
The blood mist did not dissipate, but turned into thousands of red rays as thin as hair, penetrating into the cracks in the soil and the roots of spiritual plants.

"Sacrifice"

Wu Qing shouted loudly, and an ancient bronze mirror flew out from his sleeve. The light of the mirror swept across, illuminating the path of the red light's escape.

"Underground! It broke into pieces and escaped using the earth veins!"

Fu Yongwei pressed her palm to the ground, and the spiritual power of the Purple Mansion Realm poured into the soil like a torrent, trying to cut off the red light.

Boom!
However, a strange buzzing sound suddenly came from underground, and all the red light disappeared at the same time!
It's not hiding, it's not escaping, it's just completely "non-existent" - even the tracking light of the ancient bronze mirror has lost its target, and the mirror surface is blank.

Chief Gan stumbled back: "What kind of evil magic is this?!"

Fu Yongwei slowly stood up, with a few spots of scarlet on her robe, which were traces of the remaining blood mist. She suddenly remembered something, and quickly took out the communication jade talisman and said quickly:

"Disciples of the Spiritual Planting Hall, listen up! Immediately seal off the Hundred Flower Valley. No one is allowed to enter or leave without my order. Wu Qing, let's go!"

As soon as Fu Yongwei's flying boat passed over the boundary marker of Yunshan County, the communication jade talisman began to flash wildly.

"Master! Something happened in Baihua Valley!" The disciples of the Spiritual Plant Hall said in horror, "Those spiritual plants suddenly started to..."

Before he finished speaking, a scarlet blood mist suddenly rose in the distant sky - it was the direction of Baihua Valley!

"Speed ​​up!" Fu Yongwei pinched her fingers and the flying boat formation was fully activated, cutting through the sky like a meteor.

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Above Baihua Valley, thousands of acres of spiritual fields have turned into a bloody purgatory.

The colorful spiritual flowers were all twisted and mutated, with petals torn into jagged shapes and scarlet tentacles extending from the stamens; in the spiritual wheat fields, wheat ears burst into countless thorny red tumors, greedily sucking the spiritual energy from the soil. Even more terrifying was that the roots of all the mutated spiritual plants pierced the surface of the earth, interweaving like blood vessels underground to form a huge red network, which was spreading to the surroundings at a speed visible to the naked eye!
"The symptoms are exactly the same as those at the Gan family's spiritual field..." Wu Qing took a breath, "but the scale is more than ten times larger!"

Fu Yongwei stood in the air, her Purple Mansion Realm consciousness sweeping across the entire valley. In her perception, a vague will was dormant deep underground - the demon flower had split into millions of parts, and through the parasitic roots of the spirit plants, it transformed the entire Hundred Flowers Valley into its nutrient pool!

"Form the Five Spirits Demon-Locking Formation!"

Following her order, hundreds of Spiritual Planting Hall disciples held formation flags and formed five directions. The spiritual energy around them surged like a tide, forming a huge sealing formation that completely enveloped the demon flower. Within the formation, the space solidified, the spiritual energy stagnated, and even the air became heavy.

The demon flower struggled violently, and its red vines lashed at the array wall frantically, but it couldn't shake it at all. The face in the pistil was distorted and uttered a piercing scream:

"Roar!"

Fu Yongwei's expression was grim, and her fingertips changed again. The power of the five spirits suddenly shrank, squeezing inward like a net. The vines of the demon flower broke inch by inch, and the face in the pistil gradually blurred, as if being erased bit by bit by an invisible force.

Upon seeing this, Wu Qing immediately took out twelve demon-suppressing nails and hammered them into the key points of the formation to strengthen the seal.

"It can't escape!"

Fu Yongwei nodded slightly, but her eyes were still solemn. She knew very well that this demon flower was not an ordinary evil creature, but some kind of alien species deliberately cultivated by people. If it could not be completely killed, it would come back sooner or later.

"Seal it first, then find the source."

The scene stopped abruptly.

Then lines of text appeared:

[2: The Ghost-Faced Insect Master was a chess piece that Master Bai Ling of the Wanling Sect had laid out to break through to the Nascent Soul stage. After the Insect Master was killed, he sent the Dark Hall Steward, Shadow Spider, to investigate, and spent several decades laying out his plans again.]

what?
Fu Changsheng's pupils shrank!
The last time the Insect Master caused trouble, if he hadn't discovered it in time and asked Luo Haitang for help, the entire Jingzhou would have been devastated. He never expected that the person behind this Ghost-faced Insect Master was Bai Ling Zhenren of the Wanling Sect!
"We must report this to the court and the Luo family as soon as possible!"

If it's one step late.

I’m afraid the entire Jingzhou will suffer.

It just so happened that he was going to attend Yongxuan's Golden Elixir Ceremony and gather the Golden Elixirs. He would also report the matter and let the Golden Elixirs investigate.

[3: The spiritual roots of Fu Yongzhao, the youngest son of you and Liu Meizhen, cannot be detected by the spiritual measuring platform of the clan. Because he has special characteristics, if he is not guided correctly, your youngest son will fall into the path of evil.]

[4: Your descendant, Fu Yongxing, who absorbed the essence of heaven and earth in the Kunlun Secret Realm Soul Pregnancy Pool, successfully established his foundation at the age of fifteen without taking the foundation-building pill. When Liu Meizhen learned about this, she immediately asked her clansmen to summon back his guardian spirit beast, the Black Scaled Mystical Python, and had it stay with Fu Yongxing all the time. She also concealed the fact that he had established his foundation, and asked Fu Yongxing to practice the Breath-Retaining Technique to suppress his cultivation to the Qi Refining Stage, and not to tell outsiders.]

[5: Fu Yongqi and Gan Muwan have governed Tianlang Mountain for more than ten years. Fu Yongqi is impressed by Gan Muwan's ability to govern the fiefdom and falls in love with her over time. However, because Gan Muwan is Fu Yongqiang's first wife and Fu Yongqiang's whereabouts are unknown, Fu Yongqi just hides this love in his heart.]

[6: The entrance to the Xuanling Realm, which can only be entered by fifth-grade and higher families, will open after a sixty-year period]

[7: After Fu Yongxuan's Golden Elixir Ceremony, a small Golden Elixir Exchange Meeting will be held. The [Innate Yi Wood Qi] required for the "Muque Condensing Dan Jue" will appear at the meeting. However, the requirements of the holder of this item are very special, and no one on the field can meet the requirements.]

【8:.】

(End of this chapter)