Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 603: Three-Eyed Spirit Tribe
Bai Suzhen poured a cup of tea and said slowly, "Daughter, drink some tea to moisten your throat."

Hearing this, Cao Guichang sat down, picked up the teacup made of top-grade mutton-fat jade, and looked at it for a long time.

Then she sighed softly, "Mother, let alone this cup of spiritual tea, if I sell it, it will be worth at least 20 high-grade spiritual stones. If it is exchanged for spiritual grains, it will be worth 20,000 to 30,000 kilograms. If it is exchanged for ordinary grains, it will be enough to pile up into a mountain, right?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Su chuckled and said, "That depends on the situation. First of all, you have to understand what food, spiritual grains, spiritual energy, and spiritual stones mean! Ordinary people eat grains, and cultivators breathe in spiritual energy. These are necessities. In fact, there is no inherent difference between the two."

"It's just that because the sect has a monopoly on the spirit stone industry, there is an extreme shortage of spirit stones for independent cultivators. In addition, most of these people have a lot of wealth and have a lot of gold and silver items on them, which has led to the high exchange rate of spirit stones for gold and silver. According to the current market conditions, if this Tianlan White Jade Cup is taken out, it will indeed be enough to help millions of disaster victims."

At this point, she patted her daughter's hand and said slowly, "But mother doesn't recommend you to do that. If you do that, others won't and dare not say anything for your father's sake. But the secular world is the last resort for those casual cultivators. If mortals have the ability to threaten cultivators like us, even if they are just Qi-refining cultivators, then what do you think those Qi-refining casual cultivators should do? Perhaps most people would think, 'It's better to earn a good future, since the worst that can happen is death.' In this way, they will be difficult to tame, and as time goes by, they are likely to threaten or even overthrow the rule of the sect."

"But can't the means be gentler?" Cao Guichang asked with a sigh.

"The way of the weak herdsmen is already extremely gentle." Bai Su said slowly.

Having said that, she took a sip of the spiritual tea, and then continued: "Chang'er, you are still young, you have experienced too little, and you think too much, which is not good. It is important for people to know themselves. It is good enough to live a good life. Don't be so easy to feel compassion. You feel pity for those mortals, that is because they are weak, not because they are kind. In fact, if they are given a chance, these people will be a little worse than us. Human nature is evil, and all the sect can do is to constrain many cultivators to a basic moral bottom line. When you have formed a pill, you can go to other cultivation domains to take a look. Then you will know that our Qingxia Sect treats these mortals very well."

"Mother, I'll take my leave first." Cao Guichang nodded slightly, then drank the spiritual tea in the cup in one gulp, then stood up and walked out.

After she went out the door, she glanced towards Tailing Mountain not far away with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

She didn't understand why her father, the ancestor of the human race, was so cruel to the people under his rule.

No, perhaps it should not be called cruelty, but rather an extremely cold indifference, as if these mortals were not living people, but merely tools for him to stabilize the independent cultivators and consolidate his own rule.

When she thought of this, Cao Guichang couldn't help feeling a little scared. Maybe she would become such a person in the future.

At this moment, Cao Wei stood alone on the top of Tailing Mountain, his eyes penetrating through the misty clouds and falling on his daughter.

It's not that he can't see what his daughter is thinking, but he feels there is no need to say anything more on the matter.

For some things, you will only face the reality after you have hit your head and bleed.

Because this is the way the world is, those who follow it will prosper, and those who go against it will perish.

Watching his daughter's back as she walked down the mountain, Cao Wei sat cross-legged with a calm expression and began to meditate again.

After all, he couldn't protect his daughter forever. In another two hundred years, she should ascend to the upper realm.

As long as he left the Lower Xuan Realm, it was foreseeable that people would forget him.

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In the blink of an eye, several years have passed.

One day, Cao Wei woke up from his meditation, slowly stood up, and took a step. He had arrived from the Chongwu Domain to the sky above a quiet valley in the Wohu Domain.

On the bluestone beside the clear pond at the bottom of the valley, a white-haired man was fishing with a rod. Cao Wei fell from the sky and stood beside him.

"How can you take the bait without a hook?" Cao Wei said slowly.

"Ancestor, please sit down. I fish not to fill my stomach, but for my own leisure and interest. This way, I won't hurt the fish." Hou Kegong said slowly.

"You are quite open-minded. Then I don't have to worry about your tribulation this time." Cao Wei said calmly.

Hearing this, Hou Kegong smiled happily and said, "Does the ancestor really have such confidence in me?"

"Who can say for sure about such things? But with your current state of mind, if you have no regrets whether you succeed or fail, then your trip here will not be in vain. When do you plan to prepare for the heavenly tribulation?" Cao Wei sat down cross-legged, took out the wine gourd, and took a sip.

"Maybe three months later." Hou Kegong said slowly.

"Okay, I will personally protect you then." Cao Wei nodded.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Old Master." Hou Kegong bowed slightly.

"No need to thank me, it's just my duty." Cao Wei shook his head slightly.

In the hundreds of years since he became a god, all the resources he needed for cultivation came from nearly a thousand sects in the twenty-three major regions of the Western Wilderness human race.

As for the price, apart from deterring the outside world, he would only take action once in a while to rescue those great monks who were trapped in the siege.

Of course, in addition to this, what is more important for Cao Wei is to train a divine cultivator to take over his position.

This is both a reward for the human race's offerings and a mandatory requirement from the human race in the upper realm.

After hearing Cao Wei's response, Hou Kegong smiled and said, "The ancestor is indeed born in Chongwu Territory. His morals are much higher than those of us cultivators from other foreign lands."

"Are you flattering or mocking?" Cao Wei asked slowly.

"Of course you are sincere, ancestor!" Hou Kegong laughed loudly.

Hearing this, Cao Wei shook his head slightly. He did not take the flattering words of this former great demon to heart.

He raised his head, looked at the vast sky, and said slowly: "Don't you plan to learn from Mu Zongpu and wait a few more years? In recent years, as the cultivators of various races in the upper world have begun to connect the upper and lower worlds, the pure and empty air is no longer high in the sky, and the overall spiritual energy of the lower Xuan world is becoming more and more dense. Perhaps after another hundred years, the difficulty of breaking through to the God Transformation will be greatly reduced."

"Ancestor, if I could wait, that would be great. But I don't have much time left. There is no need to wait for a hundred years. Even if it's another thirty or fifty years, I won't be able to maintain a perfect body. By then, my spirit will be scattered, my mind will be chilled, and to endure the tribulation is to seek death. Zong Pu has lost his will, even if he succeeds in surviving the tribulation by chance, I'm afraid he won't make any progress in the future." Hou Kegong said slowly.

"In that case, I won't advise you anymore." Cao Wei nodded slightly.

"Ancestor, I wonder how Senior Zhu Jin is doing now?" Hou Kegong suddenly asked.

"I am still consolidating my realm in the blessed land of Linghu. What, do you need to see it for something?" Cao Wei asked. "I don't know if I can escape from the heavenly calamity this time, but I want to take advantage of these last few days to see this old friend." Hou Kegong nodded slightly.

At this point, he explained and said with a smile: "During the hundreds of years when I was the ancestor of Lingyan Sect, I rarely went out, so I might not know some things. During that time, Zhu Jin repeatedly enslaved the younger Jindan people under my command, which was really annoying! That's why I hunted it for two or three months. If Wuqi hadn't intervened, I'm afraid I would be missing a mount now."

"Don't worry, it won't make things difficult for you." Cao Wei shook his head slightly.

"Then I feel relieved." Hou Kegong breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, who would have known that a seemingly ordinary Nascent Soul demon cultivator in the past had the opportunity to follow his ancestor and broke through to the God Transformation stage earlier than him.

"Any other questions?" Cao Wei asked.

Hearing this, Hou Kegong frowned slightly and asked slowly, "Ancestor, there are quite a few Divine Transformation cultivators among us humans now. Will the clan be unable to tolerate this?"

Now Cang Ling is still stranded in the Lower Xuan Realm. In addition, there are Jinmu, Wuxiang, Xuanhong, Wanhua, and Zhujin, a rare mount. In total, there are six people in the God Transformation Stage.

"Unless they want to tear each other apart and tear the entire Lower Profound Realm into pieces." Cao Wei said slowly.

The reason why the powerful races in the upper realm have been slow to open up the reverse spirit channel is not because of their own strength, but in order to delay the pace of those of them who have transformed into gods in the lower realm and ascended to the upper realm.

But once the tribes in the lower world suffer from the disaster of genocide, these powerful people in the tribulation period will have to try their best to open the reverse spirit channel and send their own descendants who have reached the level of gods to provide support, no matter how unwilling they are.

After all, even if a major war breaks out, local Jindan cultivators like Cao Wei, although they cannot easily kill cultivators of the same level, can still protect themselves. Those cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage and below will be more affected.

Cao Wei actually wanted the clan to take action as soon as possible so that he could ascend to the Lingxuan Realm earlier.

As for the life and death of the human race in the lower realm, what does it have to do with him? At that time, it is something that the great powers in the upper realm should consider!
"Then I feel relieved." Hou Kegong nodded slightly.

Hearing this, Cao Wei patted the other person's shoulder and said slowly: "Don't let me down!"

"Junior, let's do our best!" Hou Kegong said with a smile.

Cao Wei nodded slightly, turned around and left, looking for a place for the other party to survive the tribulation in the Crouching Tiger Domain, which was about ten thousand miles in radius.

After repeated selection, he placed the place for the tribulation in a vast wilderness under the jurisdiction of the Baiyu Sect.

After the location was decided, Cao Wei ordered Muzong Pu to send the sect's monks to relocate the monks who were living and practicing in this place, temporarily confine them, and delay the time for the news to leak out.

Then he sent over a hundred Nascent Soul cultivators who were proficient in formations, along with nearly a thousand Golden Core cultivators, to set up the forbidden formation as quickly as possible.

If you want to command the Nascent Souls of all parties to cooperate with each other, only the Ancestor of Huashen can do this.

During this period, Cao Wei returned to the Elders' Hall and went to the treasury, calling out a large number of medicines, talismans, pills, and other things needed to overcome the tribulation.

When the work was almost done, Cao Wei sent a message to Cang Ling, Jin Mu, Wu Xiang, and summoned more than two hundred great monks in the clan to return.

In a blink of an eye, the agreed date of March soon arrived, and Hou Kegong arrived on time.

At this moment, Cao Wei, Cang Ling, Jin Mu, Wu Xiang and the other four people were each guarding one side. As for those great monks, they were scattered in all directions, loose on the outside but tight on the inside.

As the host, Emperor Muzong Pu had a complicated expression when he saw his old friend preparing to overcome the tribulation.

Not far away, Cang Ling, who was standing on a cloud, said in a voice transmission: "Over the years, you have served me. Even if you have no merit, you have worked hard. If you want to survive the calamity, I will personally protect you."

"Let me think about it carefully." Muzong Pu did not make a decision immediately.

Hearing this, Cang Ling stopped trying to persuade him, and instead sent a message to Cao Wei, saying slowly, "It looks like your plan is going to fail."

"It doesn't matter. If Ke Gong dies in the heavenly calamity, it can also help accumulate some experience for the great monks watching the ceremony, such as Zong Pu and Boxun. It would be best if it can rekindle his enthusiasm." Cao Wei said calmly.

For him, it doesn’t matter whether it’s Hou Kegong or any other great cultivator under his command, which one has broken through to the Spiritual Transformation stage!
"You are thinking too much. I have seen enough of this kind of youngster." Cang Ling said in a faint voice.

"It doesn't matter. As long as we can achieve a breakthrough this time, Zong Pu and others will be of no value." Cao Wei said slowly.

As he spoke, clouds suddenly began to surge ahead.

The flowing clouds in the sky, wrapped in spiritual energy, rushed towards where Hou Kegong was.

As the clouds grew thicker, the originally clear and sunny weather suddenly became dim and dark, with no light in the sky or the earth.

Suddenly, a white light flashed in everyone's eyes.

After a short while, the rumbling sound of thunder was heard by the nearby ancestors and great monks, and it was deafening.

And under the vortex in the center of the calamity cloud, Hou Kegong stood on a sacred mountain and looked up.

Seeing the increasingly heavy pressure from heaven and earth, he sighed softly and took out a gray cloth banner.

The next moment, rolling black fog emerged from the banner and transformed into three evil ghosts that were hundreds of feet tall, with green faces and fangs, blood-red bodies, and resentment rising to the sky.

Thousands of miles away, a golden light flashed in Cao Wei's eyes. He stared at this great monk who practiced evil methods, wondering how he would choose the way to overcome the tribulation!

And then Hou Kegong made his choice. He dissipated the magic power that maintained his normal form, and transformed himself. His whole body swelled up, and he changed from a white-haired old man to a monster covered with black scales, which was even more hideous than the three evil ghosts.

He suddenly grew three heads and six arms. He grabbed the three evil ghosts and swallowed them alive one by one. Then he opened his mouth and swallowed the surrounding black fog into his stomach.

After doing this, a vertical pupil appeared between Hou Kegong's eyebrows!
Seeing this, Cao Wei sneered and said inwardly: "Three-eyed Spirit Clan?"

(End of this chapter)