Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

The person who climbed up the building was a man in a blue robe, with a belt tied on his forehead, raised eyebrows, and a cold light in his eyes, giving people a feeling of ferocity.

"Haha, since Brother Jin can come here to exchange for the cave, I, Zhen, can also come here."

The man glanced at the fat monk and said with a faint smile.

This person was in the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, but facing the fat monk in the late stage, he remained calm and treated him as an equal. This made Yan Yun curious, and he couldn't help but stare at this person a few more times.

This is because when a cultivator’s cultivation reaches this level, every promotion to a higher level represents a huge gap in strength.

Of course, those who possess spiritual treasures and have cultivated heaven-defying supernatural powers such as the Soul-Devouring Heavenly Fire and the Yuan Magnetic Divine Light are a different matter.

"This blue-robed monk has such an attitude towards the late monks. He must have something to rely on."

"Brother Zhen, what you said is wrong. The cave you are currently occupying is a first-class spiritual place. Why do you need to change it again?"

The fat monk stroked his round jaw, his eyes filled with doubt.

"Haha, I want to practice a secret technique recently. This technique does not require much spiritual energy, but it does require a large area of ​​spiritual land. Otherwise, it will be inconvenient to practice. So I have to change the spiritual land temporarily."

The man in blue robe yawned and responded vaguely.

"I see!"

The fat monk named Jin showed a look of sudden realization, but it was unknown whether he truly believed it.

Yan Yun raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the conversation between the two, but then returned to normal.

The blue-robed man walked a few steps to the purple-robed man, stood in front of him with his hands clasped, and bowed respectfully:

"Junior pays homage to Uncle Jiao. My master has asked me to say hello on his behalf."

"Greetings? With your temperament, how could you say such words? However, your master has escaped six great heavenly tribulations. I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to get away with the seventh one."

The purple-robed burly man sneered and said.

Hearing this, the man with raised eyebrows looked embarrassed, and then responded seriously:
"My master has indeed been in seclusion in the cave for more than 200 years, and he wants to offer a spiritual treasure to resist the next heavenly calamity."

"Lingbao, judging from your master's luck, it is truly extraordinary. The last time Lingbao was destroyed in order to resist the heavenly calamity, he was able to quickly gather materials and refine another one. From this, it can be inferred that it is not impossible for your master to survive the next heavenly calamity. In this case, I am on duty this time and will be in charge of the duties here. I will not say much, so you should quickly choose a spiritual place."

The purple-robed Han man's voice turned low and he was unwilling to elaborate.

"Follow the order!"

The monk with raised eyebrows responded, his eyes wandering over the topographic map on the screen. When his sight came into contact with a certain number of symbols that had appeared, his face suddenly became gloomy.

"Qiongji Mountain is such a remote and sacred place, how could someone choose it?"

He then asked the monk named Jin, and pointed at the screen with one hand, and a ray of white light immediately fell somewhere.

When the fat man saw where the light was pointing, his expression became strange and he subconsciously glanced at Yan Yun.

The blue-robed monk noticed this and immediately turned around to look at Yan Yun. "It was you who chose this sacred place!"

This person noticed that Yan Yun's cultivation was still shallow, and a look of contempt appeared on his face, and his tone turned cold.

"Fellow Daoist, you also like this place." Yan Yun remained silent for a moment and responded calmly.

"Humph, the secret technique I practice is best suited to this spiritual place. Those who know the current situation should take the initiative to give it up. Otherwise, if a dispute arises, don't blame me for being merciless."

The monk with raised eyebrows spoke in a sinister tone, and the threat was obvious.

Yan Yun felt helpless about this.

In order to avoid disputes with others, he deliberately chose a place with thin spiritual energy, so as not to cause trouble in Tianyuan City and concentrate on his cultivation.

Who would have thought that someone would come to pick a fight with him even though he was so low-key? It was really ironic. His eyes flashed and he quickly scanned everyone.

The purple-robed man sat comfortably on the chair, showing no intention of asking questions.

The rest of the monks just stood by and watched, gloating over the misfortune.

"Senior, if I give up this choice, can I choose another spiritual place?"

Yan Yun asked the purple-robed man in a calm tone.

"No. The number of spiritual lands is already scarce, and everyone only has one chance to fight for it. If you lose, you can only wait for the next hundred years to fight for the vacant spiritual land again!"

The purple-robed man had a blank expression on his face, and there was no room for maneuver in his words.

Hearing this, Yan Yun sighed softly.

Waiting another hundred years to build a cave house is unacceptable for those who are in urgent need of ripening spiritual medicine and refining elixirs. The monk with raised eyebrows sneered and said:
"Even if I have to wait a hundred years, it is better than being forcibly knocked down. If you don't listen to my advice, hmph..."

When Yan Yun heard this, he raised his eyebrows and laughed out loud.

"I really cannot meet your request. I think it is not appropriate for you to continue practicing here and you should find another place."

"Yan also does not want to have any discord with you. If I act carelessly, I am afraid that something might happen..."

Yan Yunjing expressed these words in a lighthearted manner, leaving room for words to express what was not said.

But they all revealed the unfriendly meaning contained in them. Everyone's faces showed strange colors and they were shocked.

Based on Yan Yun's initial cultivation foundation and his long-term strategy of showing weakness, his sudden remarks naturally shocked everyone present.

Even the purple-robed man, who usually had a blank expression on his face, couldn't help but look at Yan Yun in surprise.

After hearing these words, the murderous look on the man's face was revealed for a moment but quickly disappeared.

"You are quite courageous! This is the first time in hundreds of years that I have encountered someone whose cultivation is lower than mine and who dares to speak to me like this. In this case, we don't need to show mercy in the battle for the spiritual land in three days."

The man said in a gloomy tone.

"Then I will learn from your power. I will take my leave now."

Yan Yun responded lightly, then bowed slightly to the purple-robed man and left the second floor.

Looking at Yan Yun's back, the man with raised eyebrows looked as gloomy as water.

……

Not long after, in the empty sky near Yuque Pavilion, Fatty Jin and the man with drooping eyebrows appeared, talking to each other through the art of voice transmission.

"Brother Weng, what is your purpose in fighting for that sacred land? It was inconvenient to explain it in the house just now. Now you can tell me a little bit." Fatty Jin asked with a harmless smile.

What I said before was not false. It was because I had to change the location of my cave because I needed to practice a secret technique. Otherwise, why would I choose a place with scarce spiritual energy instead of a place close by?

The man with raised eyebrows looked helpless and responded with a sigh.

When the fat man surnamed Jin heard this, the flesh on his face trembled twice, then he chuckled, but his eyes were full of disbelief.

Although the man with raised eyebrows felt a headache in his heart, he remained calm on his face, showing an expression that said, "If you don't believe me, I can't do anything about it."

"Forget it. No matter what your intention is, since you are unwilling to speak out, you must have some unspeakable secret." "But, do you really intend to show no mercy to that Yan boy in the upcoming fight?"

The fat man surnamed Jin rolled his eyes and suddenly changed the subject.

The man with raised eyebrows looked slightly gloomy, and was obviously unhappy with this sudden change of topic:

"Why, is Fellow Daoist Jin related to this person?"

"How could I have anything to do with this person? But you may not know that this boy is a cultivator who recently ascended to Tianyuan City."

The fat man surnamed Jin seemed to be giving some advice to the man with drooping eyebrows, and there was something meaningful in his tone.

In Tianyuan City, the appearance of ascended monks is not uncommon. Every two or three years, a new one joins.

Brother Jin seems to think that I am not strong enough to compete with the early cultivators, but in my opinion, this confidence comes from my dominant position in the lower world, and I may not be so arrogant in the spiritual world.

The man with raised eyebrows' expression changed slightly, then he sneered, seeming to disapprove.

"This person's cultivation is naturally not worth mentioning."

Fatty Jin said with a concerned attitude,

“With Fellow Daoist Weng’s magical powers, even I dare not claim victory. No matter how powerful a cultivator in the early stage of transformation is, he can never be your opponent.”

"However, the ascended monks in the city are quite protective of their shortcomings. You can teach them a lesson, but it is best not to actually harm their lives."

"Otherwise, even with Senior Ming's protection, it may cause unnecessary disturbances."

A hint of coldness flashed in the eyes of the man with raised eyebrows, but he responded in a relaxed tone:

"This man is so presumptuous, I will naturally teach him a lesson. As for whether to take his life, fighting is unpredictable, we will decide when the time comes."

In a conversation, Fatty Kim expressed his concerns about the upcoming fierce battle with four opponents.

Although the other party seemed to know something about the ancient treasure that Fatty Jin had just acquired, and hinted that it was extremely powerful.

However, Fatty Jin cautiously stated that this was just an item with some miraculous defensive effects and he was not exaggerating.

Afterwards, the two continued to talk for a while, but eventually Fatty Jin turned into a red light and left.

After watching Fatty Jin leave, the man surnamed Weng showed an unhappy look on his face and snorted, as if he knew Fatty Jin's intentions well and was dissatisfied with the possible hatred that might be caused between him and the ascended monks.

"Fatty Jin has noticed you. You need to be more cautious in the future. He himself is not to be feared, but his grandfather is a difficult person. I don't want to provoke him easily."

A man's voice suddenly sounded above the man with raised eyebrows.

Then, there was a flash of light, and a huge dragon about a foot long, with a completely emerald green body and looking like an emerald sculpture, appeared.

"Master, please rest assured. Once we seize that sacred land, I will immediately seal it off. Unless he has solid information, there is no way he will interfere with this matter."

When the man with raised eyebrows saw the emerald dragon, he immediately saluted and spoke respectfully.

"Well, I still trust you to do things. But this matter is of great importance. If I were not busy at the critical moment of refining spiritual treasures, I would not send only the clone. I hope you will not let me down."

The Emerald Dragon nodded, with a hint of vicissitudes in his tone.

"I will definitely live up to Master's expectations."

The man with raised eyebrows patted his chest and promised, but then he showed a hint of hesitation and asked:

"However, is the news accurate? The spiritual energy there is really mediocre. It seems unlikely to be the place where the man finally passed away."

Although we have reservations about the authenticity of the information we have obtained, considering the identities of the people involved, even the slightest possibility is worth exploring further.

Success not only means obtaining precious relics and cultivation methods, but also has a decisive impact on the improvement of the cultivation level of the master and disciple.

In the face of the upcoming competition, there are clear instructions that we must go all out and not make any mistakes.

Given that the fighting ability of cultivators in the Ascension Stage should not be underestimated, even if the target is only in the early stage of Spirit Transformation, it is necessary to be cautious to prevent any accidents.

To this end, as a preventive measure, a powerful magic weapon called the "Thousand Soul Bell" was temporarily loaned out for use. After three days of rituals and refinement, it was enough to ensure an advantage in the battle.

This decision highlights the importance of being well prepared and not taking any possible risks lightly on the road to pursuing higher goals.

Hearing the dragon's words, the man was overjoyed and thanked the dragon repeatedly. Then he waved his sleeves lightly, and a blue light emerged, instantly rolling the bell into his sleeves.

Then, the emerald dragon, which was high above, gave a few brief instructions, then turned into a ray of emerald light and merged into the other sleeve of the man with raised eyebrows.

The man with raised eyebrows immediately turned around, turned into a ball of blue light, and rushed off in another direction.

Yan Yun knew nothing about this, and never expected that someone had murderous intentions towards him.

After leaving Yuque Pavilion, he did not return directly to Feiling Palace, but flew around the city for most of the day according to the instructions on the map.

Finally, he looked down at the whole city from thousands of miles above the sky, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was deep in thought.

In fact, the name "Tianyuan City" should probably be changed to "Yuan Country". The entire city's jurisdiction is vast, equivalent to a small country in the human world.

However, the actual core area of ​​Tianyuan City is not large, only tens of thousands of square miles, surrounded by huge city walls.

Tianyuan City, this trapezoidal city, with its solid walls and thick fog produced by fairy formations on both sides as barriers, is difficult to cross even for true spirit-level beings.

The city wall facing the wild world is particularly narrow, only a hundred feet long, while the city wall engraved with the magic array is thousands of feet high, like a giant skyscraper, which is daunting.

Outside this huge wall, guards from both the human and demon races patrol day and night, and various forbidden magic arrays are kept open to ensure safety.

Behind the city walls, there is an army of more than one million stationed in giant towers, maintaining a state of constant alert.

These strict preventive measures have ensured that Tianyuan City has never been successfully attacked by foreign races since its establishment.

In comparison, the other side of the city wall of the trapezoidal city area does not appear to be as tall and majestic, but it stretches for thousands of miles and is the main passage for the human and demon races in the three realms and seven lands to enter and exit.

There are a lot of people here, most of them are going to adventure in the wild world, and a small number come to Tianyuan City to trade.

Such population movement has made the urban area prosperous.

In the official fairy-xia setting, outside Tianyuan City is a vast mountain range, with small mortal villages occasionally dotted among them.

These villages provide Tianyuan City with necessary living supplies and continuously supply low-level monks and body cultivators.

At the same time, in the area allocated to the demon clan, there are a large number of beasts and low-level demon beasts, which also provide resource supplies for the demon clan in the city.

Although the human and demon races must cooperate in order to gain a foothold in the spiritual world, they jointly send personnel to garrison Tianyuan City.

But due to racial differences, in order to avoid conflicts, the entire city was divided into two parts by a huge light curtain.

Each part is managed by its own ethnic group. Outside the city, there is also an invisible boundary, with each side occupying one side.

The only place where humans and demons can be seen coexisting peacefully is in the Elders' Tower in the center of the city.

This tower is not only larger than other surrounding buildings, but also the core strength of Tianyuan City - more than ten elders from the two tribes who have reached the level of fusion discuss important matters and make decisions here. (End of this chapter)