Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 211

Wu Meng followed the convoy for seven or eight days and soon arrived at a large market built at the junction of several sects.

This city is quite similar to the Bamboo Country of the past.

There is a mixture of fish and dragons, casual cultivators and sect monks are common. It is most convenient to find people here.

The evil cultivator sect he needs to find is called 'Sanchun Baiyefang'.

It is said that the sect mainly focuses on the cultivation of tonic and dual cultivation techniques, and the strongest cultivator in the sect is an evil cultivator in the late third stage of the Three Passes known as the 'Qianzhi Old Demon'.

This is the information provided by Yao Shiqing.

He had been secretly probing these days and found many unexpected things.

The real pillar industry of this sect is actually concentrated in the field of "skin and meat" business, mainly the selection, cultivation and transportation of furnaces.

According to a monk who is also a foot merchant, Sanchun Baiyefang is not a bloodthirsty sect.

On the contrary, most of the monks under his sect abide by the rules, hiding in hiding all year round, and rarely coming out to show their faces.

The reason why it was designated as an evil cultivating sect by the Dragon Sect two hundred years ago was because it absorbed too many 'good girls'. It was not forced into prostitution in the traditional sense, but through buying, selling, seducing and other means.

In the opinion of that fellow monk, what kind of evil sect is it that doesn't kill people or take things by force?

Wu Meng was noncommittal about this.

This world is completely different from the previous life, so naturally we cannot use the values ​​​​from the previous life to force it.

What he cares more about is...

After collecting information within our means, an obvious gap appeared in front of us.

Sanchun Baiyefang collected so many fairy seedlings back then. After they were cultivated into qualified furnaces, where did they go?

If the cauldron is hard to find and the success rate is low, then those who are eliminated should have a place to go.

After all, as an industry, it cannot be converted into spiritual stones in the end, and its behavior will naturally not be sustainable.

Following this idea, Wu Meng easily locked the target.

There are fairy-style flower buildings one after another.

If the guess is correct, people who do not have the qualifications for the furnace will eventually be sent to similar romantic places for the entertainment of the immortal family.

A wonderful place appears here.

These romantic places have opened all over the major cities of the Xianlong Sect, and many of them have even formed signboards.

But they were tacitly approved by the Dragon Sect.

This question may seem a little confusing to people with different business ethics.

But in the vision of Wu Meng, a time traveler, it is undoubtedly inconsistent to only ban the upstream industry but indulge the downstream industry.

What is even more contradictory is that according to his further investigation, many of the dependent sects of the Dragon Sect are operating similar industries and have a large amount of spiritual stone income.

So, is this prohibiting oneself?

There is only one possibility to explain this contradiction...

That is factionalism.

After thinking of this, Wu Meng couldn't help but chew his teeth. What was the situation of this mission?

The more I understand, the more I feel that the water behind it is quite deep.

If Sanchun Baiyefang, and even the series of industries behind it, are really occupied by a certain faction within the Dragon Title Sect...

So with this move, this evil sect is obviously just a scapegoat for factional strife.

Then thinking about a series of related events such as the Order of the Dragon, the Demon Clan, and the Immortal Platform, a feeling of an approaching storm arose in his heart.

This made him sigh.

The distance between this place and Cheju is already too far to count.

If there was no teleportation array, with his current speed, he might not be able to cross this distance in forty or fifty years.

However, even so, Cheju's storm, or the 'first rain of the storm', still spread.

It is conceivable that this rain will spread in a wider direction.

In response, Wu Meng accelerated his plan.

During the day, as Wang Qingshan, he wandered around the fireworks alleys in the neighborhood.

At night, the traders who were in charge of the Qingmeng Caravan quietly spread the phantom dust through transactions.

Of course, among all the spiritual practices, Heyuan Spiritual Cultivation is famous for its rich methods.

And with the Yin-Yang diagram, his methods cover all aspects.

Tracking is no exception.

He attached the small derivative spirit insects that had been marked with the Hidden Immortal Seal to the people he was socializing with. At the same time, he also found a few suspicious people to plant the Lotus Hearts.

Only ten days later, Xiaoyan Spirit Insect and Qiaoduo Lianxin achieved results in both directions at the same time.

……

At the same time Wu Meng entered the square, many people quietly poured into this ordinary city-sized square.

On this day, the crescent moon rises.

As soon as the sky became a little hazy, two people walked out of a certain inn.

One of them is very conspicuous.

He was as tall and burly as a hill, wearing a golden-red costume that looked like a robe and a cloak. His chest was half open, revealing his well-defined explosive muscles.

Further up, a head of fiery red hair spread its teeth and claws, flying around like it was in the eye of the wind.

However, there is no beard on his face, which is clean, making the whole person look domineering, powerful, and yet friendly.

This is a person who is extremely outstanding even in the world of cultivation, which is famous for its fancy clothes.

In comparison, the young man next to him looked sickly and as thin as a quail.

This strange pair walked in the street and quickly attracted a lot of attention.

However, the strong man just glanced at them, and the eyes that looked at the two people moved away faster and in great fear.

"To harm...Qiu Longxian, how about dividing the army into two groups?" the thin young man said with a bitter face.

"Clay Immortal, others are burning incense and praying to Buddha to be protected by me. What are you afraid of when I'm here?!"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to complete the mission..."

Qiu Long suddenly stopped talking and blinked: "Too conspicuous? I have deliberately suppressed the realm to the late stage of the third level. Isn't it enough?"

The mud tire slumped over his chest and back, and he let out a long sigh: "Forget it, let's go back to the street..."

After a while, the two of them walked into the street.

Mud Tai cast several spells, and both of them escaped into the darkness.

After drinking some tea, a splendid restaurant appeared in front of him.

The building is square and square, with stacked eaves and corners. There are rare and auspicious animals standing in all directions, and spiritual talismans hang on thousands of beams.

As for the exquisite carvings, the colorful formations, and even the fairy scenes and wonderful music, there are so many that it is dizzying to see.

‘Qianyu Tower’.

A plaque hangs directly above the lintel.

The two stood in the dark, stopping to watch, as if waiting for something.

There was a steady flow of customers in front of the door, and in just a few breaths, twenty or thirty people came in.

This is not an ordinary mortal, but a one-in-a-million immortal family.

"Qiu Longxian, have you ever enjoyed this romantic land?" While waiting, the Mud Fei Fairy asked curiously.

Qiu Long glared at the fairy at the door: "The demon clan doesn't have that much fun..."

"Then how do the demon clan play?"

"Isn't it just... how do I know?? I am dedicated to cultivation, so how can a woman have the excitement of fighting!"

Qiu Long looked at it a few more times: "However, this attic is quite generous. If I read correctly, there is a small spiritual vein that is close to the middle grade. It is more than enough to support a small sect."

While the two were talking, a bamboo pole-like figure came from far to near and crashed into Rouge Township.

Ni Tai was about to start the trick, but he hesitated a little and put his hand down.

He looked around a few times: "Is this Wang Qingshan? The fringe figure being targeted over there?"

"You're right." Qiu Long's big eyes narrowed slightly: "You're right not to mark it. This little guy doesn't look simple."

not simple?

Mud Tire was surprised. Qiu Long is a master of the fourth level. He has a complete bloodline of Qiu Long, and his strength is unfathomable.

The three words "not simple" can be heard from his mouth.

The image of this marginalized figure named Wang Qingshan suddenly changed drastically in his eyes.

He asked: "Can you tell anything?"

"It's hard to tell, but when I first saw this guy, I actually felt a little palpitated."

"...Could it be an illusion? It makes your heart palpitate, at least it must be late in the fourth level, right?"

Qiu Long shook his head, with a hint of confusion on his face: "It may also be due to pure bloodline suppression, but this is even more unreasonable...

The bloodline of the horned dragon is already at the top level in this world... maybe it's just an illusion. "

The two did not dwell too much on this issue.

The conversation quickly turned to business.

"With your early stage of foundation building, you have hidden your strength. It's natural to be targeted by that side. However, things here are complicated and it's not easy to escape unscathed."

Mud Tire groaned.

As he spoke, Wang Qingshan's back had disappeared into the pavilion.

Qiu Long stood aside with his arms folded and said, "We just need to keep an eye on Mo Yuan. The infighting within the Dragon Sect is their own business."

Ni Ti shook his head: "But the people from the Demon Abyss may not appear."

"Fairy Holly said, it doesn't matter whether it appears or not, it just means two answers. All we have to do is confirm whether it appears or not."

Ni Ti nodded: "I am too curious about Demon Abyss."

"It doesn't matter, there is always a chance to see you."

The voices of the two gradually faded away.

……

Wu Meng still didn't know that he was being watched by people from Zhou Yunuo's organization.

However, he is self-aware.

After understanding the complexity of the situation, he knew without thinking that there must be many eyes staring at him.

First of all, Yao Shiqing is waiting for him to smuggle phantom spirit dust.

And if factions are fighting, then the forces behind Sanchun Baiyefang may not have anyone coming.

He turned his eyes, raised the white jade glass cup, and drank the wine in one gulp.

Looking up, there were two or three fairies arriving.

One of them frowned and stared at him, as if he thought he was frivolous, while the other two had different expressions.

He smiled coldly and pointed at the frowning fairy: "You, I have long disliked you, so follow me to the private room and say something."

This woman was only in the middle stage of Qi training. Seeing this, she bit her lower lip and stamped her feet in anger.

The other two people saw this scene and said, "Fellow Taoist, please calm down" and left with their skirts swaying.

A moment.

In the private room, Wu Meng sat beside the stone table and looked around.

There is a cave here, which is arranged like a cave on the top of a mountain.

Next to him are several curved pines and cypresses, and beyond that is the vast sea of ​​clouds.

Although I have been here more than once, I still can’t help but feel emotional every time I see it.

Immortals are transcendent, but their desires and the means to realize them are also far beyond the ordinary.

In comparison, sitting around every day is too depressing.

Of course, he is here to do business.

He turned to look.

The female cultivator who followed him into the room had dull eyes at this time, and she still had the aura from before.

As early as a few days ago, Wu Meng entered Qianyu Tower for the first time and used his skill to seize the lotus heart to control a 'man in charge' who was in the late stage of Qi training.

Then, he followed the clues and moved around several times, and finally his eyes fell on this person.

Judging from the feedback scenes, in the entire Qianyu Tower, this person is the only one who maintains an inseparable connection with Sanchun Baiyefang.

the reason is simple.

Among the regular customers of this female cultivator were several elders and disciples from nearby sects.

It was probably retained by Sanchun Baiyefang as a 'sales' channel.

Following this line, you only need to wait for the evil cultivator to take the initiative to contact you, and then try to pass the news to Yao Shiqing.

Wu Meng didn't even have to come to the door in person.

The reason for this trip was to maintain the character and take the initiative to leave some clues, so as not to hand out information out of thin air without any trace of investigation, which would arouse suspicion.

He sat for a while and took out a storage bag.

This is the phantom spirit dust given by Yao Shiqing. According to him, it is worth thousands of middle-grade spirit stones.

Wu Meng separated half of it and put it in a woman's storage ring.

Immediately, he took off the clothes on his chest and pushed the door open.

After waiting for a cup of tea, the female cultivator finally left the private room.

His eyes regained their previous aura, but after a brief recollection, his mind went blank.

The memory has been disconnected since entering the room.

She didn't think much and subconsciously brushed the storage bag.

Opening his palm, he saw a misty middle-grade spiritual stone placed in it.

Seeing this, a flash of joy flashed between her eyebrows, and as if she thought of something, she shook her teeth, secretly spat, and then turned and left.

……

After finishing the matter here, Wu Meng returned to his residence.

In the second half of the night, the moon reaches its peak.

Suddenly there was a breeze blowing outside the inn window.

Quietly, the moonlight seemed to tremble for a moment. However, if someone were here and took a closer look, there would be nothing.

A few days passed quickly.

One day, night.

In the east of the city, the house where Qingmeng Merchant settled, suddenly a strong spiritual power fluctuation erupted.

The fight goes as quickly as it comes.

After a cup of tea, silence was restored.

Early the next morning, rumors began to spread in the city.

It is said that on the night before, a dozen evil cultivators in the foundation-building stage broke into the house where the Qingmeng caravan was located in order to snatch a certain treasure.

The leader of the caravan was only in the late stages of foundation building, so he was at a loss when facing this night attack.

Unexpectedly, a disciple of the Dragon Sect happened to pass by, came to the rescue, and captured all ten evil cultivators...

Anecdotes spread, and many monks talked about it.

However, soon another big thing happened.

At almost the same time, Qianyu Tower, which had the most prosperous business in the market, suddenly closed its doors and refused to open its doors for several days.

Not long after, somewhere in the mountains some distance away from here, the elder of the Dragon Sect came personally.

After that, news of the destruction of Sanchun Baiyefang spread.

A dizzying array of events.

As the instigator, Wu Meng took the teleportation array and left this place of right and wrong long before the incident broke out.

(End of this chapter)