Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

After arriving in front of Yang Qian, everyone naturally expressed their gratitude in the same way: "Thank you, Senior Yang, for saving our lives. If you hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid we would be in great danger! Senior, your great kindness, we will never forget it!"

A young monk's voice trembled, tears glistened in his eyes, and his lips could not stop trembling, "If it weren't for Senior Yang's help, I really don't know what I should do."

"Senior Yang, you are our second parents! We cannot repay your kindness!"

Another monk was so excited that his face turned red. He clasped his hands together and bowed deeply. His body was shaking slightly because of extreme excitement. "From now on, if you have any orders, I will do it without hesitation!"

"Thank you, Senior Yang. Your magical powers are so great that you are like a god descending to earth. You saved me from the water and fire!" Another cultivator shouted loudly, his voice full of admiration and worship.

For a moment, all kinds of words of gratitude came one after another, surging like waves.

Everyone looked at Yang Qian with eyes full of admiration, gratitude and respect, as if he was a savior sent down from heaven.

Yang Qian responded calmly: "You don't have to be polite, it is our duty to protect this place."

He said goodbye, and then his figure flashed. In an instant, purple air filled his body and he turned into a purple rainbow that flew away into the air.

The rainbow light flashed across the sky like lightning, accompanied by bursts of wind and thunder. It was magnificent and shocking.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Qian's figure disappeared at the end of the sky, leaving everyone standing there staring at him for a long time, their hearts full of admiration and gratitude for him.

“I heard that when Senior Yang first arrived in Tianyuan City, he was only at the initial stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, but his supernatural powers were no less than those of a mid-stage cultivator. Ten years ago, he advanced to the mid-stage again. Wouldn’t his supernatural powers be even more unfathomable?” The ferocious-looking man muttered to himself after Yang Qian’s escape light completely disappeared at the end of the sky, his eyes full of awe and yearning.

"Yes, Senior Yang is truly the backbone of Tianyuan City. With him around, we can feel more at ease." A cultivator nearby echoed, and everyone nodded, lost in admiration for Yang Qian.

"More than that! I heard that Senior Yang has only been on patrol duty for a few decades, but he has killed as many as seven or eight high-level aliens. How can the ordinary Qingming Guards compare to him! Even among those so-called ascended monks, I'm afraid few can compare with Senior Yang." Another Black Iron Guard said with eyes wide open and envy, with a bit of admiration and yearning on his face.

"Hmph! The ascended cultivators are certainly better than the cultivators in our world in fighting, but I'm afraid we can't use common sense to figure out this Senior Yang." The middle-aged female cultivator snorted coldly, her brows slightly furrowed, with a hint of complex emotions in her eyes.

These words startled the other monks slightly, and they showed surprise and thoughtful expressions on their faces.

The old man in green armor looked in the direction where Yang Qian disappeared, but he stroked his beard and pondered in silence.

His eyes were deep, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he suddenly waved his hand and said in a firm tone:

"Let's go. It's not advisable to stay here for long." He led the team away.

Hundreds of miles away, above a hill, a purple rainbow shot out from afar, like a bright meteor across the sky.

Suddenly, the escaping light paused, and Yang Qian's figure floated out, his clothes fluttering, and an elegant and otherworldly temperament exuded from his whole body.

At the same time, more than ten beams of light flew out from the hills, flashing. In an instant, ten men and women in black armor appeared in front of Yang Qian.

"team leader!"

"Senior Yang!"

……

Several slightly different names were uttered from the mouths of these ten monks, one after another.

They stood in the air with their hands behind their backs, looking at Yang Qian with respect and expectation.

"What's the situation?" Yang Qian glanced at everyone and asked indifferently.

"Captain, there is nothing unusual at the moment." A tall male cultivator responded first.

Yang Qian nodded slightly, and then said: "Be alert in case of any changes."

Everyone responded in unison, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Decades have passed, and traces of time have been quietly left in this world.

The blue-eyed man named Zhuo and others were still safe and sound, but at this time, their respect towards Yang Qian was clearly from the bottom of their hearts, and they no longer showed any sign of dissatisfaction.

Think about it, this is normal.

During these decades, the world has been changing rapidly, with the surrounding environment sometimes sunny and sometimes stormy.

Anyone who has noticed that the other three teams carrying out the same mission and patrolling the same area have suffered alarming casualties over the past few decades, and even some of the team members have almost been replaced by half.

Although his team encountered many dangers, they were all resolved one by one with ease by the person in front of him, and he was extremely impressed by this captain.

Of course, under the leadership of Yang Qian, Zhuo Chong and others also received a lot of rewards.

Their faces were filled with satisfied smiles, and naturally there was no trace of dissatisfaction.

"Let's go. The alien is Green Shadow from the Shadow Clan. He has been dealt with." Yang Qian nodded slightly, his expression calm, and said lightly.

"Green Shadow! Haha, this guy is really unlucky. Captain Yuanci Shenguang is the best at dealing with this Shadow Clan. Not to mention Green Shadow, I'm afraid the Captain can also fight against the higher-level Red Shadow." The seemingly young cultivator said with a smile, his eyes flashing with excitement, his face full of admiration for Yang Qian. "Humph! Red Shadow is not easy to deal with even for a Refining Void cultivator, let alone a Spiritualization cultivator. Okay, let's set off quickly. After inspecting the last area, we can rest for another half a year. Last time, we just discovered the high-level existence of the Cave Void Clan, and this time even the high-level Shadow Clan has appeared. The situation is really not right!" Yang Qian snorted, his eyes flashed, and he smiled, revealing an inexplicable color in his expression.

After hearing this, the relaxed expressions on everyone's faces suddenly disappeared and they all looked serious.

"Yes, the past ten years or so have been unusual! Even if there are often alien spies appearing in the Fuli Swamp, it wouldn't be so frequent. Even those high-level beings have been appearing in the swamp one after another without caring about their lives. I heard that a large number of alien spies have also appeared in the Bone Burial Desert, which is under the responsibility of the demon clan, and a large number of transformed demons patrolling there have also died. Could it be that there are really aliens who want to target both our human and demon clans and plan to attack Tianyuan City?" The Taoist surnamed Ma's face twitched slightly, his expression was as gloomy as water, and he said worriedly.

Upon hearing the Taoist's words, the faces of all the cultivators changed drastically. Their originally relaxed smiles instantly disappeared, and everyone's expressions became solemn.

"No way, it's only been 30,000 years since the last alien attack on the city. Shouldn't an outbreak usually occur once every 60,000 to 70,000 years?" Xu Qianyu was still as beautiful as ever, but at this moment her brows were furrowed as she asked with confusion.

“Although after a general clan war, it usually takes 60,000 to 100,000 years for each clan to be able to start another war again. But if there is a major change, it is not impossible that each clan would rather damage its own vitality and start a war as soon as possible.

The Hundred Races War 500,000 years ago was just a short period of 100,000 years. We were attacked five times by several alien races. It almost destroyed our vitality and almost wiped out our race. It was not until another 100,000 years later that we regained our prosperity. Of course, those alien races did not get away with it either. Two races were directly eliminated in this war. "The Taoist surnamed Ma looked very solemn, and his voice unconsciously became low.

"A war among hundreds of races? Fellow Daoist, you must be kidding! How could such a war that sweeps across most of the spiritual world break out so easily, and we just happened to run into it." The blue-eyed man named Zhuo took a breath of cold air, his eyes suddenly widened, and his face was full of disbelief.

"Brother Daoist Ma, what you said is really alarmist. If we really encounter a war of that scale as the War of Hundred Races, even if we have ten more lives, it will be difficult for us to survive this war. In the war that year, I heard that the mortals were fine, but almost nine out of ten cultivators like us were killed or injured." Xu Qianyu also took a breath of cold air, and her pretty face turned pale at this moment.

"Yes, yes, how is this possible..."

When the rest of the people heard the words "War of a Hundred Races", their faces turned pale, as if they had heard the verdict of doomsday.

It seemed that the Taoist priest surnamed Ma mentioned something extremely terrifying, which made it difficult for them to remain calm. Some of them trembled slightly, some of them had trembling lips, and they fell into deep fear.

"Okay. There are just a few more alien spies recently. How can it be related to the war of a hundred races? Not to mention that the possibility of this happening is very small, even if it really happens, it is beyond the control of people like you and me. The elders in the fusion stage will handle it. We should complete the inspection task at hand first, which is the most important thing. Other matters will naturally be handled by the elders."

However, Yang Qian remained calm and composed, his tone was unperturbed. He gave a light instruction, then his figure flashed and he flew in a certain direction like an arrow.

Seeing this, the Taoist priest surnamed Ma and others naturally stopped discussing anything and started to drive their escape lights. The lights were colorful and followed like a meteor chasing the moon.

In the blink of an eye, the group disappeared at the end of the world, leaving behind only an empty sky and a silent wilderness.

A few days later, Yang Qian and others took the Golden Court Boat back to the giant tower in Tianyuan City.

Everyone else stayed in the hall to rest, either lying or sitting, looking exhausted.

He left the team's base alone, walked up the stairs with steady steps, and headed straight to the top of the stone tower.

As a result, after walking up more than ten floors and passing through several heavily guarded gates, Yang Qian appeared in a seemingly ordinary hall.

On the walls around the hall, various kinds of forbidden lights were flashing continuously. The light was bright or dim, interweaving and intertwining. At a glance, one could not tell how many layers of powerful restrictions were densely packed underneath, which was daunting.

In the middle of the hall, there was no one except a stone table and a middle-aged man in a white robe sitting cross-legged next to the stone table.

As soon as Yang Qianfang walked into the hall, the middle-aged man who had been resting with his eyes closed slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were as deep as the sea. When he saw that it was Yang Qianfang, he was not surprised at all. Instead, he raised his hand slightly and waved, saying lightly:
"So it's Nephew Yang. This time we've made some progress on our inspection. Is it a living person or a corpse? Which tribe is it from?"

The middle-aged man in white robe looked calm, stroking his beard gently with one hand, as if he had anticipated Yang Qian's arrival.

"Reporting to Senior Wen, I have captured a spy from the Shadow Clan this time." Yang Qian did not dare to be disrespectful to the middle-aged man in front of him. He looked respectful, clasped his hands together and bowed. Then he flipped his hand, took out a jade box, held it in both hands and placed it on the stone table.

"The Shadow Clan! Tsk tsk, this is an alien race that is rarely captured alive. Let me take a look first." When the middle-aged man in white robe heard what Yang Qian said, his expression suddenly moved, and his eyes revealed a strong interest.

He suddenly made a hand gesture and slapped the stone table in front of him.

The seemingly ordinary stone table suddenly emitted a dazzling white light, and a small magic circle about ten feet in size emerged.

The jade box was right in the center of the magic circle, not moving at all.

A layer of silvery light suddenly emerged, flowing like water waves, completely trapping the jade box inside.

However, the movements of the middle-aged man in white robe seemed not to be affected by the light shield at all. He casually flicked his sleeves at the jade box, and the lid of the box slowly opened by itself, revealing a green sphere inside that was flashing a faint light.

"Green Shadow! This is a high-level member of the Shadow Clan that is hard to come by, and he was captured alive! Nephew, you have done a great deed this time!" The middle-aged man in white robe saw the origin of the sphere at a glance, and finally showed a look of surprise on his face, and said with emotion.

"Thank you for the compliment, senior! I heard that in half a month, Elder Xing, who was born in the Tianling Realm, will teach the art of talismans in the Tianguang Hall. I wonder if it is true." Yang Qian said modestly, and suddenly asked with anticipation in his eyes.

"Yes, it has been decided that the lecture in Tianguang Hall this time will be given by Elder Xing. Although I don't know if it is really the way of talismans, Elder Xing himself is famous in the three realms for the art of talismans, so it is most likely related to this art. How come, nephew Yang, is interested in this?" The middle-aged man in white robe was a little surprised and asked with a slightly frown.

"I have been studying the art of talismans recently, and I do have some insights. I was just looking for some advice." Yang Qian had no intention of hiding anything, and spoke frankly and sincerely.

"If you study the way of talismans thoroughly, it will be of infinite use when fighting against the enemy, but this method is only an auxiliary technique after all, and it is not very effective in improving your cultivation. After coming to Tianyuan City, nephew Yang was able to advance to the middle stage of the Spiritualization in a short period of time. His progress is so fast that it is extremely rare even among the ascended monks under my jurisdiction. It shows that he has extraordinary qualifications. However, nephew, it is better not to be distracted by other things, otherwise I am afraid that the way will be wrong." The middle-aged man frowned, his expression was solemn, and his voice slowed down, and he persuaded earnestly. Judging from his tone, this person was an ascended monk from the lower world.

"Thank you for your kindness, Senior Wen. I will keep it in mind. But I really don't want to miss Elder Xing's sermon this time. I wonder if I have accumulated enough merits to be qualified to enter the hall and listen to the sermon." Yang Qian thanked him sincerely, his face full of determination, as if he still did not intend to give up.

"Since my dear nephew insists on doing so, I will not say much. With the merits you have gained in the past few times, plus the fact that you caught Green Shadow this time, it is more than enough for you to enter the Tianguang Palace. Hehe! It seems that you have never given up the elders' lectures held every ten years. This is really difficult for you. Good! I will list your merits now, and then you can go to the Merit Forum to receive the preaching order based on them."

The middle-aged man in white robe shook his head helplessly, and did not continue to dissuade him. Instead, he took out a warm jade token from his bosom with one hand, and after his fingers flexibly imprinted some mysterious marks on it, he handed it to Yang Qian. (End of this chapter)