Chapter 468: Deep Planning, Nascent Soul Opportunity, and Wedding
Chapter 468: Deep Planning, Nascent Soul Opportunity, and Wedding (10.4k)
Huizhou Prefecture, in the west wing of the backyard of the master's mansion.
Fu Yongzhao sat cross-legged on the bed, playing with the "Star Marrow Pendant" given by his father. Under the starlight, his young face showed a hint of coldness that was inconsistent with his age:
"Grandpa Zhang is so mean. He actually told my mother about this..."
The corners of his mouth slightly raised, but there was no smile in his eyes, instead, there was a grim look. Three days ago, the punishment from his mother Liu Meizhen was still fresh in his mind - the recitation of the "Heart Nourishing Sutra" was extremely boring, and when the restriction took effect, it was like a thousand ants gnawing at his heart, the pain almost broke his teeth:
"It's just a pee, it's not a big deal, but Grandpa Zhang also wants to complain. He is really petty. He caused me to be punished for no reason. Humph, I must not encourage Grandpa Zhang to do such things."
He got out of bed and took out a palm-sized puppet from the secret compartment under the bed. The puppet was crudely made, but its features were painted with cinnabar, and three silver needles as thin as cow hair were stuck in its chest:
"Grandpa Zhang's little grandson... seems to be called Zhang Dou'er?"
Fu Yongzhao stroked the puppet with his fingertips, his smile became sweeter, but his eyes were cold.
a few days later.
Fu Yongzhao skipped through the corridor. Hearing children's laughter coming from the backyard of the kitchen, he stopped and narrowed his eyes.
Three-year-old Zhang Dou'er was kneading mud in the mud. The longevity lock hanging around her neck was bought from a Taoist temple by Zhang Fu with half his life savings. Fu Yongzhao licked his tiger teeth, and his dimples were deep.
"Brother Dou'er!" he called out crisply, pulling out a handful of candied fruit from his sleeve, "Here, I'll give you some candy."
Zhang Dou'er staggered over, and just as she was about to take the candy with her muddy little hands, Fu Yongzhao suddenly retracted his hand:
"Your hands are dirty, wash them first."
He pointed to the large iron pot steaming outside the back door of the kitchen. It was the water the cook had just boiled for washing vegetables.
When Zhang Douer stood on tiptoe to reach the edge of the pot, Fu Yongzhao's pupils contracted with excitement and his little hand "inadvertently" pushed the child's back.
Screams pierced the backyard. Fu Yongzhao was wiping his fingertips with a handkerchief. He watched Zhang Douer thrashing in the boiling water like a scalded frog. When Old Zhang Fu stumbled over, he had already put on a panicked expression:
"Grandpa Zhang, please save my brother! He fell in by himself!"
For nearly half a month, the stench of rotting flesh wafted through the medicine room. Fu Yongzhao would "pass by" every day, listening to Zhang Dou'er's heart-wrenching cries and humming the tuneless nursery rhyme from the grave in a deserted place.
"Zhao'er was born with a special physique. If no one guides him, he might go astray..."
When Fu Changsheng's eyes fell on the third piece of information, he was stunned for a moment, because in his memory, Zhao'er was lively, cheerful and sensible. But the information must not be wrong:
"Fortunately, I refreshed this information in advance."
It's still not too late.
Zhao'er had just turned six years old.
but.
He and Meizhen certainly couldn't keep Zhao'er with them all the time, so they had to find another suitable person:
"It's time to go back"
Yongxuan's Golden Elixir Ceremony was approaching, and he couldn't miss it. After saying goodbye to Fu Changlei, he immediately left Huiping County and rushed towards Huizhou Prefecture.
Arrived in Huizhou Prefecture.
Fu Yongrui from the Dark Hall suddenly came over. Fu Changsheng thought he was going to report about Fu Yongpeng, but Fu Yongrui's eyebrows flickered:
"Brother Rui, if you have something to say, you can just speak up."
"Yes, father"
Fu Yongrui hesitated for a moment, but still told the story of Fu Yongzhao urinating on the grave of his servant Zhang Fu's ancestors. At the end, he quickly added:
"Father, if it was just a small matter, I would not have alarmed you. But since Zhaodi was released from his mother's house arrest, he did something else. After thinking it over, I still feel that I should report it to you."
After listening to Fu Yongrui's story.
Fu Changsheng took a deep breath. Zhao Ge'er was so vicious at such a young age. If he was not guided and put on the right path, the consequences would be disastrous.
"Rui Ge'er, you reported this matter very promptly. I want to select someone from the clan to live with Zhao Ge'er in the future until he breaks through the Purple Mansion. This person's cultivation cannot be too low, otherwise he will not be able to suppress Zhao Ge'er in the future. In addition, his character must be upright."
after all.
This means becoming Fu Yongzhao's life mentor.
"Father, wait a moment. Let me go back and check a few files."
As the leader of the Dark Hall, Fu Yongrui not only has to execute some unknown secrets of the family, but also has to collect information on all members of the Fu family among many miscellaneous affairs.
Return to the dark hall and stand in the dark attic.
Fu Yongrui's fingertips slid across rows of green jade volumes, and finally stopped on a jade slip with dark golden patterns.
"Fu Hanchuan, who has reached the great perfection of foundation building, was once the steward of the Hunting Hall. In the third year of Tianqi's Jiazi year, he fought three demon cultivators alone in Jackdaw Valley and saved seventeen boys and girls. After the battle, his dantian was corroded by the evil spirit, and his cultivation has stagnated ever since..."
He frowned slightly and continued to read.
"In the fifth year of Tianqi Jiazi, he was transferred back to the clan to teach. He refused the 'Barrier Breaking Pill' given by the clan three times, saying 'no merit, no reward'."
"In the seventh year of Tianqi Jiazi, Fu Qingming, a disciple of Master Qi, was punished for stealing elixirs. Fu Hanchuan took the initiative to bear half of the punishment and personally taught him the art of alchemy, so that he could reform himself."
"In the ninth year of Tianqi Jiazi, a steward in the clan withheld the monthly salary of his disciples. After Fu Hanchuan found out, he did not expose him in public, but instead persuaded him privately, causing him to voluntarily return the money and ask for punishment."
Fu Yongrui closed the file.
"Although this person's cultivation has stagnated, he has a strong character, is fair in his dealings, and is good at guiding others... Perhaps, he is exactly what Brother Zhao needs."
Fu Yongrui returned to the study in the master's mansion.
"Father, I have looked through the files of all the foundation-building cultivators in the clan, and there is one who may be suitable to teach Brother Zhao."
Fu Changsheng raised his eyes and motioned for him to continue.
Fu Yongrui said in a deep voice: "Fu Yongzhou, who has reached the great perfection of foundation building, was once a deacon of the Northern Territory Demon Suppression Division. Due to injury, he retired to the clan school to teach. Although his cultivation has stagnated, he has a strong character and is good at guiding disciples."
Fu Changsheng tapped the table with his fingertips: "Why do you think so?"
Fu Yongrui took out a jade slip with a picture, activated his spiritual power, and a picture appeared -
In Jackdaw Valley, the sky is filled with wind and snow.
The young Fu Yongzhou was covered in blood, his sword was broken, but he still used his body as a shield to protect the last child behind him. The demon cultivator's blade fell, but he did not dodge, but took the blade with his shoulder, and at the same time, he used his backhand to push the demon cultivator back.
"He could have escaped on his own, but he chose to fight to the death." Fu Yongrui whispered.
The screen changes again——
The clan school’s martial arts training ground.
A young disciple lost control of his sword moves due to his unstable mood, and almost hurt his fellow disciples. Fu Yongzhou did not scold him, but took out a bamboo flute and used music to help him calm down.
"He teaches his disciples not by coercion but by guidance."
Fu Changsheng's eyes moved slightly.
-
Three days later, we went to the back mountain of the clan school.
Fu Changsheng hid his figure, stood behind an ancient pine tree, and quietly observed the gray-robed man in the field.
Fu Yongzhou was instructing his disciples to practice the Mysterious Heart Dharma. His voice was low and steady: "Practicing is like holding a sword. If your mind is not stable, the sword will not be stable."
Suddenly, one of the disciples was so eager to achieve success that his spiritual power went backwards, and his face turned red. Fu Yongzhou flashed behind him in an instant, pressed a palm on his back, and the spiritual power trickled down like a trickle, helping him to comb through his meridians.
"What's the hurry?" He said calmly, "The road of cultivation is long. If you take a wrong step, you will be doomed forever."
The disciple was sweating profusely, but he bowed solemnly: "Thank you for your instruction."
Fu Changsheng nodded slightly.
-
That night, Fu Yongzhou was summoned to the dark hall.
He stepped into the hall with a calm expression, and even when facing the head of the family, he did not show any sign of trepidation.
Fu Changsheng looked him straight in the eye: "Yongzhou, if I ask you to give up your teaching position and concentrate on teaching one person, would you be willing?"
Fu Yongzhou's eyes flickered: "The master is referring to the young master?"
Fu Changsheng raised his eyebrows: "How did you know?"
Fu Yongzhou said frankly: "A few days ago, someone secretly collected information about the people around me." After a pause, he continued: "The young master is extremely talented, but his character... is special."
Fu Changsheng's eyes narrowed: "Have you seen Zhao'er?"
Fu Yongzhou shook his head: "No. But the disciples of the clan school are talking about the young master being... 'naughty' recently."
Fu Changsheng was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and a sharp gust of wind struck Fu Yongzhou in the face!
In a flash, Fu Yongzhou did not move, but just turned his head slightly, and the wind from his fingers brushed against his temples, lifting a few strands of hair.
"Why don't you fight back?" Fu Changsheng asked.
Fu Yongzhou said calmly: "In front of the master, Yongzhou dare not act rashly. Besides, probing does not necessarily require counterattack."
Fu Changsheng suddenly smiled: "Starting tomorrow, you will move to the East Wing."
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The next morning, in the East Wing.
Fu Yongzhao was playing with a kingfisher and looking at the new master with a smile: "Are you the 'life mentor' that Daddy found for me?"
Fu Yongzhou's eyes fell on the trembling bird, and he suddenly took out a jade slip with a photo.
The scene of Jackdaw Valley emerged. A young child was crying in the snow. The young Fu Yongzhou passed the last bit of his spiritual power to the frozen girl, but he himself fell in a pool of blood.
"Do you know what happened to her later?" Fu Yongzhou put away the jade slip. "She is now the alchemist of Medicine King Valley, saving hundreds of people every year."
Fu Yongzhao's fingers loosened unconsciously.
Fu Yongzhou took the opportunity to say, "Today's homework is to water the medicinal herbs in the medicine garden."
"Why should I listen to you?" Fu Yongzhao raised his chin.
Fu Yongzhou took out the bamboo flute: "Well done, I'll teach you how to use this to control the sword."
Fu Yongzhao chuckled: "It's a deal."
After Fu Changsheng dealt with Fu Yongzhao's affairs, he took the teleportation array back to Yunshan County in Jingzhou.
At present, the clan has collected the meteorite iron and void stone needed to build the teleportation array, and now only the phantom sand is missing.
If they could gather this item at Yongxuan's Golden Elixir Exchange Meeting, they would be able to take the teleportation array directly from Wuzhou to Tianlang Mountain in the East Desert in the future, instead of having to pass through Yunshan County halfway.
hum!
Accompanied by a flash of white light before my eyes.
Fu Changsheng, who was already accustomed to riding the teleportation array, looked carefully and found that he had arrived at the Demon-Suppressing Tower in Yunshan County, Wuzhou. As the light of the teleportation array faded, Fu Yongwei, who had received the news in advance, hurried forward to salute.
"Father, something happened in the spiritual field of Baihua Valley."
Fu Changsheng had already learned about this from the intelligence, but he still asked as usual: "What's the matter?"
Fu Yongwei took a deep breath and told the story of the changes in Baihua Valley one by one - the thousand acres of spiritual fields turned into a bloody purgatory, the spiritual plants mutated, and their roots spread like blood vessels, and some vague will lurked deep underground...
"The symptoms are exactly the same as those in the Gan family's spiritual field, but on a larger scale and with a faster rate of change." She said in a deep voice, "I have ordered people to form the 'Five Spirits Locking Demon Formation' to temporarily seal the demon flower, but..."
She paused, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes: "I always feel that there is something strange behind this matter."
Fu Changsheng returned to Yunshan County to investigate this matter: "Let's go and take a look."
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Above Baihua Valley.
Fu Changsheng stood in the air, his spiritual consciousness, no less than that of the middle stage of the Golden Core, swept across the entire valley like a tide. In his perception, the spiritual field had indeed been eroded by some strange force, the roots of the spiritual plants twisted into a web, and there seemed to be some kind of will lurking deep underground.
But the strange thing is——
He couldn't even see the source of this change!
"It's not an ordinary evil spirit, nor is it a method used by a demon cultivator..." Fu Changsheng whispered, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, "It looks more like... some kind of artificially cultivated alien species."
Just as the intelligence mentioned.
It turned out to be Master Bailing who was behind the scenes.
Fu Yongwei nodded: "That's what I guessed. But the strange thing is that the spiritual fields in Baihua Valley have always been strictly controlled by the Spiritual Planting Hall. Outsiders can't get close to them at all, let alone tamper with them secretly."
Fu Changsheng pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Has anyone entered or left the spiritual field recently? Or has there been any abnormality among the disciples of the Spiritual Planting Hall?"
Fu Yongwei pondered and said, "All disciples of Lingzhi Hall have been strictly screened, and there are no abnormalities recently. However..."
She paused, as if remembering something: "Half a month ago, a casual cultivator came to buy the 'Red Blood Vine'. After being rejected, he wandered outside the valley for several days."
"Red Blood Vine?" Fu Changsheng's eyes narrowed. "Although this thing is a magical medicine, it may indeed mutate if it is cultivated by evil methods."
Fu Yongwei's expression was stern: "Father, what you mean is... someone deliberately planted evil seeds in the spiritual field?"
Fu Changsheng did not answer immediately, but raised his hand and waved it. A stream of spiritual power turned into a golden rune and slowly sank into the ground. Wherever the rune passed, the blood-colored roots trembled slightly, but no more information was revealed.
"Weird." He withdrew his hand, frowning, "This alien species can actually avoid my spiritual sense detection, it is definitely not an ordinary thing."
Fu Yongwei's heart sank. Even her father couldn't figure out what was going on. This matter might be more difficult than she thought.
"Father, what should we do next?"
Fu Changsheng's eyes were deep: "First, burn the mutated spiritual field completely to prevent its spread. In addition--"
He looked at Fu Yongwei and said in a cold voice: "Thoroughly investigate the origins of that casual cultivator, and at the same time secretly investigate the disciples of Lingzhi Hall to see if anyone has been bribed or manipulated."
Fu Yongwei nodded seriously: "I understand."
Last time, Wan Ling Zhenren lost a great general, the Ghost Face Insect Master, so this time it will definitely be difficult to deal with. Fu Changsheng originally wanted to go to Yong Xuan's Jindan Ceremony to report the matter, but if they can master the method of governance first, then for the Fu family, it can not only prevent it in advance, but also make a great contribution.
Immediately, the thought fell on the sea of consciousness panel:
"Exchange Information"
hum!
The panel vibrates.
A large amount of yellow light surged.
Then, pictures came to my mind one after another. When I looked at the first picture, I saw a strange figure:
"Could it be that the person sent by Wan Ling Zhenren mentioned in the intelligence was responsible for this arrangement?"
hum!
The picture shook and suddenly became a real scene, as if you were there.
Wanling Sect.
In the Hall of All Spirits, a dark shadow emerged silently in the shadows outside the hall and knelt on one knee. It was the deacon of the Dark Hall of the All Spirits Sect - "Shadow Spider".
"I have found out that the one who killed Ghost Face is Fu Changsheng from the Fu family."
"Fu Changsheng?" A flash of blood appeared in Bai Ling Zhenren's eyes, and his voice was as venomous as a venomous snake. "A mere Purple Mansion junior dares to ruin my Nascent Soul opportunity?!"
He clenched his five fingers tightly, and the lamp fragments were crushed into powder in an instant.
"I have been planning for a hundred years, sacrificing the lives of millions of people in Huainan, using the 'Ten Thousand Insects Devouring the Sky Formation' to steal the vitality of heaven and earth... but now, it has been destroyed by an ant!"
Shadow Spider lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Fu Changsheng has a Yimu Divine Thunder in his hand, which is specifically used to defeat insects. The Ghost Face Insect Master was caught off guard and was killed by three thunders, and his soul was destroyed."
“Yi Mu Divine Thunder?!” Master Bai Ling’s pupils shrank suddenly. “This is the original thunder power of heaven and earth. How can a talisman cultivator like him refine it?!”
Shadow Spider was silent for a moment, then said, "I suspect there may be someone behind him who is giving him advice."
Master Bai Ling sneered: "No matter who it is, if he dares to block my path to the Nascent Soul... I will make him suffer a fate worse than death!"
He suddenly raised his hand and pressed it to his chest - there, a purple-black insect pupa was slowly wriggling, looking listless due to the interruption of the plan.
"Shadow Spider, pass on my order, summon 'Blood Vine Master' to the palace!"
-
An old man in a black robe walked in slowly, his steps were silent, as if he had merged into the darkness. His face was haggard, his eye sockets were sunken, and fine blood-colored lines could be vaguely seen on his skin, as if the roots of some parasitic plant were spreading under his skin.
"Xue Teng, meet the Seventh Elder."
His voice was hoarse and low, like the rubbing of dead leaves, with a strange rhythm, as if even the air was vibrating slightly with his breathing.
Bai Ling Zhenren sat on the blood jade throne, with a faint purple-black evil spirit lingering around him, and the pressure of the false infant realm permeated the entire cave like a tide. However, Xue Teng Zhenren did not bow his head in awe like an ordinary Jindan cultivator, but raised his eyes slightly, and a hint of scarlet flashed in the depths of his turbid pupils.
Bai Ling Zhenren stared at him coldly, his eyes like a knife: "Xue Teng, your life span is coming to an end. If you don't have a spirit to form a baby, you will turn into dry bones within a hundred years."
The corners of Xueteng Zhenren's mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of a smile: "What do you mean by this, Seventh Elder? Are you going to give me a chance?"
His tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and even contained a hint of sarcasm.
Master Bai Ling snorted coldly and waved his sleeves. A blood-colored crystal floated in the air. A wisp of Nascent Soul-level spiritual energy was sealed in the crystal. A tiny blood dragon could be vaguely seen swimming in it, emitting a heart-pounding pressure.
"This is 'Blood Dragon Marrow', taken from the essence of the Yuanying Flood Dragon. It can help you break through the bottleneck."
Master Xueteng's gaze was fixed on the crystal, his Adam's apple rolled, and a flash of greed flashed across his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.
"Seventh Elder is so generous, what do you want?" Master Bai Ling tapped the armrest with his fingertips and said calmly: "Sneak into Jingzhou and use the Fu family as a vessel... to plant the 'Soul Devouring Blood Vine'."
Master Xueteng frowned slightly: "Fu family? Great Zhou family?"
"good."
"Heh..." Master Xueteng laughed softly, "Master, do you think that with just a blood dragon marrow, you can make me provoke a Purple Mansion family? What's more, the Fu family may not have no backers."
A cold light flashed in Master Bai Ling's eyes: "Are you questioning me?"
Master Xueteng was not in a hurry. His skinny fingers gently stroked a piece of blood-colored vine on his sleeve and said lightly, "I dare not. It's just... since Master wants to cooperate, you have to show me your sincerity."
Master Bai Ling was silent for a moment, then suddenly sneered, "Good, very good."
He raised his hand and waved it, and a pitch-black seed slowly flew out and hovered in front of Master Xueteng. The surface of the seed was covered with vein-like lines, and a faint heartbeat could be heard, as if some kind of living thing was being nurtured in it.
"This is the mother seed of the 'Soul Devouring Blood Vine'. Once planted, it can devour the blood and essence of the cultivators to grow, and eventually spread across the entire state."
Bloodvine Master reached out to take the seed, and as soon as his palm touched it, he felt a strange suction force coming, as if it was trying to draw out the essence and blood in his body. A flash of blood appeared in his eyes, and the vines in his body surged instantly, forcibly suppressing the restlessness of the seed.
"It's really a good stuff..." He murmured in a low voice, with a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.
Bai Ling Zhenren watched coldly and said slowly: "After this vine matures, it can help me condense the Nascent Soul, and you... not only can you obtain the blood dragon marrow, but also a part of the power of the blood sacrifice, which is enough for you to reach the late stage of the Golden Core."
Master Xueteng was silent for a long time, then suddenly grinned, revealing his white teeth: "Master, you have a good plan. But...how can I be sure that you won't turn your back on me after this is accomplished?"
Master Bai Ling's eyes turned cold: "Are you doubting my credibility?"
Bloodvine Master shook his head, and with a light stroke of his skinny fingers, a tiny wound appeared on his palm, and a drop of blood fell on the Soul Devouring Bloodvine seed. The seed instantly absorbed the blood, and the lines on its surface glowed slightly.
"How about... making a blood pact?"
Master Bai Ling narrowed his eyes and nodded slowly: "Okay."
The two of them pinched their fingers at the same time, and a blood-colored rune condensed in the air, turning into a contract that was imprinted in each other's souls.
Master Xueteng put away the seeds and smiled hoarsely: "Deal."
After leaving the Blood Refining Cave, the figure of Master Xueteng gradually merged into the darkness. Under his black robe, countless tiny vines could be vaguely seen wriggling, as if his body had long been symbiotic with some strange plant.
"The Fu family...ha, it's a good nutrient."
He whispered to himself, with a hint of crazy anticipation in his voice.
-
Master Xue Teng changed his appearance, used the alias "Mu Lao", pretended to be a down-and-out spiritual plant master, and opened a small spiritual plant shop on the edge of Jingzhou.
He first inquired about the situation of the Fu family, but found that the Fu family had strict rules but was extremely fair.
"Everyone who joins my Fu family, regardless of whether they are from the same family or not, will be rewarded based on their contributions."
"The clan treasury resources are distributed according to merit, with no distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children."
"If there is any injustice, you can report it directly to the Law Enforcement Hall, and they will punish you severely."
"."
Master Xueteng sneered:
"The Fu family has a large population, and I don't believe that there are people who have no selfish motives."
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Fu Family Outer Spiritual Field
Lin Han crushed a plump spiritual grain with his rough fingers, and golden juice dripped through his fingers. He licked his lips greedily, looked around, and quickly stuffed the remaining spiritual grain into his sleeve.
"Stealing the Spirit Valley again?" A hoarse voice sounded behind him.
Lin Han shuddered, and when he turned around, he put on a flattering smile: "Mr. Mu, you are joking. I was checking the maturity of the spiritual grain."
Mu Lao leaned on a dead wood cane, his cloudy eyes gleaming with brilliance: "The Fu family only gives you thirty kilograms of spiritual grains every month, which is indeed not enough for a Qi-refining cultivator to practice."
Lin Han's face changed slightly. This old man actually knew the exact amount of spiritual grain he had stolen.
"Do you want more?" Mu Lao suddenly lowered his voice and pointed his skinny finger at the ground, "For example."
As he waved his sleeves, a blood-colored seed floated in front of Lin Han. The seed was only the size of a fingernail, but it was heavy and exuded an alluring aura.
Lin Han's pupils suddenly shrank, and he instinctively took a half step back: "Master Mu, what is this? It looks like an evil thing."
"This is the Mysterious Jade Seed. Once planted, the spiritual farm you are responsible for will have an additional 30% income next year. All you need to do is to have no effect on you."
When Lin Han heard about the extra 30% income, he was shocked, so much so that he didn't hear what Mu Lao said afterwards. He just stared at the seed. When he returned to the small room where he lived, which was lacking in spiritual energy, he took out the seed again.
"Just plant it on the edge of the spiritual field," he muttered to himself, "and you can get an extra hundred kilograms of spiritual grain every month."
The arrogant face of Wang Deacon of the Law Enforcement Hall flashed through his mind. Last month, he was whipped twenty times in public just because he took a few more kilograms of spiritual grain.
"Why do they live in luxury?" Lin Han's eyes were bloodshot and his fingers tightened unconsciously.
The seed suddenly pierced his skin, and a trace of blood seeped into it. The shadow of a blood-colored vine flashed in his palm.
"Ah!" Lin Han screamed, but found that his palm was intact. What was even more strange was that his cultivation, which had been stagnant for many years, actually loosened a little.
At this moment, greed completely overwhelmed fear.
Next month: A secret cave
"Cousin, are you crazy? If you plant blood vines privately, your soul will be extracted and your spirit will be refined!" Lin Han's cousin Liu Yue's face was pale, but she tightly grasped the blood-colored seed given by Lin Han.
Lin Han sneered: "Why are you pretending to be noble? Why weren't you afraid when you secretly learned the Fu family's talisman secret technique?"
Liu Yue's eyes flickered. Three months ago, when she stole the "Xuan Fu Zhen Jie", she was indeed seen by Chen Ping.
"Besides." Lin Han leaned close to her ear, "This seed can help you break through the bottleneck of the talisman path. Think about Fu Mingyue, how can she be a second-level talisman master at such a young age?"
Liu Yue's breathing became rapid. She had been stuck as a second-grade talisman master for ten years, while Fu Mingyue, a direct descendant of the Fu family, was only twenty years old.
The bloody seed felt slightly hot in her palm.
Thirty Years Later: Deep in the Spiritual Field
Lin Han kicked over the errand disciple who was kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, and with a grim smile, he wrapped the blood vine around his neck: "Blame yourself for seeing something you shouldn't have seen."
The errand disciple's eyes widened in horror, and his body shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye. Lin Han sighed in relief, and the bottleneck of the middle stage of foundation building was broken.
"Is it cleaned up?" Liu Yue walked out from the shadows with a look of morbid satisfaction on her face.
"Don't worry." Chen Ping licked his lips. "This is the seventh one. Didn't the Law Enforcement Hall believe that it was done by a monster?"
There were still traces of blood-colored runes on Liu Yue's fingertips: "I placed a broken earth escape talisman at his residence. It is enough to mislead the investigation."
The two of them smiled at each other, their eyes full of madness. The once cautious outsider, with the help of the blood seed, not only successfully built his foundation, but also became the steward of the Fu family.
hum!
The picture suddenly shattered.
Then lines of text appeared:
[1: Master Xueteng has successfully planted spies in the major families in Jingzhou. It will only take another three years for Master Bailing to start the blood sacrifice ceremony, and he will be able to successfully sacrifice all the lives in Jingzhou.]
[2: Wu Qing breaks through the Purple Mansion, and the true inheritance of the Qingmu Sect sealed in his body will awaken. He is the key to solving the dilemma of the entire Jingzhou]
Fu Changsheng was still thinking about how to break Master Bailing's plan, but the second piece of information made his eyes light up.
If he remembers correctly.
A few months ago, Yongwei and Wu Qing had already become husband and wife, and Yongwei was pregnant with a child. It was a perfect opportunity to bring the two together, let Wu Qing marry into the Fu family, and then give her the Soul-Guiding Pill, which would allow her to break through to the Purple Mansion in one fell swoop. In this way, Jingzhou's predicament would be easily resolved.
of course.
Naturally, the Blood Vine Master hiding in the dark cannot be let go.
However, according to the intelligence, Master Xue Teng is at the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm and is not someone he can deal with. If he wants to resolve this matter, he has to secretly join forces with Luo Haitang.
This time.
After obtaining the evidence, the Wanling Sect will certainly have to give an explanation. For the Fu family, this is also a great opportunity to make a great contribution.
[3: After Nangong Yu was resurrected, he came to your house several times to thank you for taking care of his grandson over the years, but he never got to see you. The gift he prepared includes what you need.]
[4: The newly promoted Seventh Prince Zhou Xuanming has been completely abandoned by the Princess, and the Seventh Prince's Mansion is heading for decline. Your grandson Kang'er has been heartbroken by Zhou Xuanming several times and is ready to leave the Seventh Prince's Mansion. After hearing that his mother Ningning is still alive, he plans to come to Huizhou Prefecture to seek refuge.]
[5: After the widow awakens her special spirit, she becomes a priestess chosen by heaven. If she is guided properly, she can communicate with the gods and receive their oracles from the unknown.]
[6: There is a mine of thunder attribute hidden outside the Lei Ze floating island in Huiping County, Wuzhou]
[7: Shangguan Hongyu, who was stranded in the South China Sea, found a passage leading to Da Zhou, but due to the inability to stabilize the transmission passage, she could not return to Da Zhou for a while.]
[8: Your father has been promoted to the position of inner sect manager in the Xuanling Realm]
【...】
A total of ten pieces of information were exchanged.
Seeing that there was not much help in the future, Fu Changsheng withdrew his mind from his sea of consciousness and said to Wu Qing and Fu Yongwei on the side:
"Yongwei, the two of you come with me."
Fu Yongwei and Wu Qing's faces changed, thinking that Fu Changsheng wanted to hold them accountable. As the head of the Lingzhi Hall, thousands of acres of spiritual fields in the Baihua Valley were damaged. This year, the red marrow rice and other items that were to be tributed to the court would have to be transferred from other fiefdoms. They could not be blamed.
Fu Yongwei's fingers were unconsciously twisting the corners of her clothes. As she followed her father through the corridor, the fallen leaves on the bluestone floor made a crackling sound when she stepped on them.
Wu Qing fell back half a step, his eyes lingering on his wife's slightly bulging belly, his Adam's apple rolling up and down. Originally, they had thought of asking for a marriage when the head of the family came out of retreat, but now that something like this had happened in Baihua Valley, he didn't know how to open his mouth. After all, asking to marry Yong Wei was already a step above his station, and now it was even more difficult to say it.
"Master, regarding the spiritual field in Baihua Valley." Wu Qing was about to apologize as soon as he stepped into the meeting room, but was interrupted by Fu Changsheng.
"Yongwei, Wuqing." His tone was calm, but unquestionable, "Since you are pregnant, the marriage can't be delayed any longer."
Fu Yongwei looked up suddenly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
——Father didn’t mention Lingtian at all?
Wu Qing was also stunned and subconsciously looked at Fu Yongwei's abdomen.
"The wedding will be held in three days." Fu Changsheng said calmly, "Wu Qing will marry into the Fu family, and Lingzhi Hall will still be in charge of you from now on."
Wu Qing's Adam's apple rolled, and it took him a while to find his voice: "Master, I..."
He wanted to say "I am not worthy", but when the words came to his lips, they became trembling sentences: "Wu Qing... Thank you for your help, Patriarch!"
His knees slammed heavily on the floor tiles, and the dull sound echoed in the meeting room.
At this moment, Fu Changsheng suddenly took out a rosewood box from his sleeve. The moment the lid of the box was opened, a clear medicinal fragrance filled the entire conference hall.
"This pill is for you."
Wu Qing looked up suddenly, and saw a dark purple pill lying quietly in the box. The patterns on the pill were like bloodshot, faintly emitting a soul-captivating power.
——Soul-guiding pill!
This pill is extremely precious. Even the direct descendants of the Fu family must make great contributions before they can be given this pill!
"After the marriage, you will start to retreat and break through the Purple Mansion. I have other arrangements for the spiritual field in Baihua Valley. You don't have to worry about it. Just focus on retreat." Fu Changsheng's voice was calm, but it was heavy.
Wu Qing was stunned for a moment. After Fu Yongwei's reminder, he excitedly took the wooden box with both hands. He took a deep breath and kowtowed heavily: "Wu Qing... will live up to the patriarch's high expectations!"
The moment my forehead touched the cold floor tiles, a hot tear fell.
When walking out of the meeting room, Fu Yongwei's steps were still a little unsteady.
Outside the corridor, the afterglow of the setting sun cast a soft glow on her face. She glanced at Wu Qing beside her and found that he, who was usually calm, was now trembling slightly with his hands holding the pill box.
"Yong Wei." He said in a hoarse voice, "The master not only agreed to the marriage, but also gave such a precious treasure."
Fu Yongwei looked at his red eyes, and a sour warmth surged in her heart. She reached out and covered the back of his trembling hand, and whispered: "Father finally recognized you."
Wu Qing suddenly pulled her into his arms, so strong that she could hardly breathe. His heartbeat was like a drum, and it could be clearly heard through the clothes.
"I will be a son-in-law worthy of the Fu family." He whispered in her ear, and every word was like a vow branded into her flesh and blood. "I will protect you and the child and become a son-in-law that your father can be proud of!"
Fu Yongren, who heard that his father had returned, was guarding outside the door with Zhongbo. He saw Fu Yongwei and the other person coming out with a smile on their faces. He learned that they would be getting married in three days, so he congratulated them immediately. After hearing his father calling him, he straightened his clothes and walked in.
Last time we met.
He was still a child of six or seven years old, but now he has grown into a tall and upright young man.
——We haven’t seen each other for thirteen years.
In the meeting room, candlelight flickered and sandalwood filled the air.
Fu Changsheng sat in the main seat, his black hair was mixed with a few strands of silver, and his face was still as handsome as jade. The moment Fu Yongren stepped in, the teacup in his hand paused slightly.
"Father." Fu Yongren knelt on one knee and saluted with his fists clasped.
This sound came thirteen years later.
Fu Changsheng put down the teacup and looked at his son, examining him inch by inch from his eyebrows to his body. His Adam's apple rolled and his voice was lower than usual: "You have grown taller and stronger. After thirteen years of practice, you have entered the fifth level of Qi Refining. Not bad. How have you been these years?"
Fu Yongren's nose was sore: "My child is fine. Is father okay?"
After some pleasantries.
Fu Yongren took out the Tianji Jade from his arms and presented it with both hands: "I accidentally found this item when I was training in the Yunlang Mountains, and I am here to present it to you, father."
The jade plaque is translucent, with patterns like winding galaxies, and it casts a mysterious glow under the candlelight.
Fu Changsheng's eyes fell on the jade token, his pupils shrank slightly, and then a look of joy that was hard to conceal appeared at the corners of his mouth.
This Tianji Jade is the key to unlocking the treasure of the Sirius Tribe.
Fu Changsheng did not beat around the bush and immediately waved his sleeves, and the Tianji Jade fell into his palm, his eyes flashing with a gleam. However, he didn't know which of the eight light shields of the Tianlang Tribe's treasures this Tianji Jade could be used to open.
No matter which one.
It will be of great benefit to him to participate in Yongxuan's Jindan exchange meeting later.
He looked up at Fu Yongren, his eyes full of satisfaction: "Brother Ren, this is your chance. You still think of being filial to your father. Your filial piety is commendable!"
talking.
Fu Changsheng slapped the spirit beast bag on his waist, and a black light suddenly flew out!
"Roar--!"
A low roar echoed in the conference hall, and a giant python with a pitch-black body and scales as sharp as knives coiled out. Its scarlet snake eyes glanced coldly around, and a murderous aura was overwhelming!
Fu Yongren's breathing stagnated and he subconsciously took a half step back.
Fu Changsheng laughed loudly: "What are you afraid of? This python was tamed by your father in Xuanxiao Mountain. Today I will give it to you as a spiritual beast to protect you!"
Fu Yongren looked up in shock: "Father, this gift is too expensive. Besides, it's a third-level spirit beast, I'm afraid I can't control it."
A third-level spirit beast was equivalent to the combat power of a Purple Mansion cultivator! Even in the Fu family, only a few core elders were qualified to be equipped with a guardian spirit beast, but his father actually gave it to him directly?
He offered the Tianji Jade without asking for anything in return.
"Father, your kindness, my child..."
Fu Changsheng interrupted: "The elder's gift cannot be refused, and you have presented a treasure like the Tianji Jade to your father. As an elder, your father cannot let you suffer. Quickly, open your mind and let your father help you plant the spiritual pet contract."
After saying that, he raised his hand, made a gesture, and a golden rune condensed on his fingertips. He pointed in the air, and the rune instantly sank into the center of the black-scaled python's eyebrows!
"Hiss!" The giant python rolled over in pain, and its tail swept the stone slabs on the ground, causing them to crack into pieces!
Fu Changsheng shouted in a deep voice: "Yongren, drip blood!"
Seeing this, Fu Yongren did not hesitate. After all, with a third-level spirit beast, he had an extra life-saving trump card. In addition, it would be of great help to him in future training outside. He bit his fingertips and a drop of blood flew out, landing accurately on the scales on the forehead of the black-scaled python!
"Om-"
Blood light bloomed, and an invisible contractual force was established between Fu Yongren and the black-scaled python. The giant python's struggle gradually subsided, and when its scarlet snake eyes looked at Fu Yongren, the fierce light gradually subsided, and it actually became a little more docile.
A strange feeling surged in Fu Yongren's heart, as if he could sense the black-scaled python's emotions - vigilance, submission, and a hint of expectation?
Fu Changsheng put away the spell and nodded with satisfaction: "The contract has been concluded. This python will be your guardian spirit beast in the future."
Fu Yongren was so excited that he knelt on one knee: "Thank you, father!"
Fu Changsheng helped him up, but his expression suddenly became serious: "Yongren, remember, a third-level spirit beast is not trivial. With your current cultivation level of the middle stage of Qi Refining, don't show it to others easily."
"I understand, son." Fu Yongren nodded seriously.
Fu Changsheng patted his shoulder and said earnestly: "The world of cultivation is dangerous, and it is a crime to possess a treasure. This python can be used as your trump card, and it may save your life at a critical moment, but you still have to rely on yourself for daily cultivation."
"I will remember my father's teachings." Fu Yongren took a deep breath, "I will definitely live up to my father's expectations."
Fu Changsheng's eyes flashed with relief, and then he smiled and said, "Okay, go get acquainted with your new partner. Remember, your sister Yongwei is getting married in three days, so don't miss the time."
That night, Fu Yongren sat cross-legged in the yard, with the black-scaled python coiled beside him, its head slightly lowered, showing a bit of intimacy.
Fu Yongren gently stroked the python's scales, feeling the warmth coming from beneath the scales, his heart filled with emotion.
A third-level spirit beast.
Even the direct descendants of the Fu family rarely possess such treasures at the Qi Refining Stage. His father's move was undoubtedly the greatest recognition of him.
"Xiao Hei." Fu Yongren called out in a low voice, "In the future, we will fight side by side."
The black-scaled python blinked its scarlet eyes, as if it understood. Its tail swayed gently, drawing a graceful arc under the moonlight.
As the night wind blew by, Fu Yongren looked towards the direction of his father's courtyard, a determined smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
Father, I will never let you down!
(End of this chapter)