Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 452: Cup-throwing Friends
Monks are most sensitive to spiritual energy, and at this moment he actually caught a trace of spiritual energy in the air.

"wrong!"

After Wan Huohulu finished his battle, he quickly ran towards the island. The other two also noticed something was wrong and followed him.

The three flew a few miles into the island and finally confirmed that a steady stream of spiritual energy was emanating from the island, and its source was the mountain.

"how is this possible?"

The three of them showed expressions of surprise, regret, jealousy, and madness.

They are still on the outskirts of the island, but they can feel the steady flow of spiritual energy, which means there must be a stable spiritual vein on the island.

"How is it impossible?" A voice sounded in the air, and Lan Wutong descended from the sky. "My ancestor checked it last night."

"There is a second-level spiritual vein on this island. After setting up a spiritual gathering formation, it will be enough for him to practice."

"It seems that the ancestors of your three families did not investigate carefully enough back then!"

"But good and bad luck are hard to predict. If we really find a second-level spiritual vein, it might bring you a catastrophic disaster."

"This is not something that the Foundation Building Family can defend."

The second-level spiritual vein of the Jindan Gushan Sect is no more than this. For the three families, it is indeed like a child holding gold in a busy city, which is a disaster rather than a blessing.

Before they could cultivate their own golden elixir, it was snatched away by others. If they had the nerve to give some spirit stones, according to the customs of the East China Sea, their entire family might be killed.

There seemed to be tears in Qi Yue'er's eyes, Shen Shujian clenched his spear, and Wan Huohu pulled off his beard in a daze.

Although the three of them knew this truth, they still felt pain in their hearts.

Maybe because of the shock.

Afterwards, Lan Wutong and Fan Buju handed over the supplies to the three men. The three clan leaders all looked absent-minded and listless.

Fan Buju took the opportunity to bargain with great saliva flying, enjoying the chance to make the third foundation-building cultivator bleed.

In this way, time passes quickly.

Just seven days passed.

The island has changed a lot.

On the Zhongxiang Peak, the broken rocks were cleared away, and Gui Baozhu used violence to flatten the top of the mountain, creating a smooth surface.

Lu Ye no longer lives on the ship, as the magic power needed to drive that thing is a bottomless pit.

Apart from him, only Gui Baozhu can drive it.

But Lao Gui had to do the hard labor down there, and Lu Ye felt it was not worth it after burning spirit stones for a day. Anyway, the appearance of the building ship on the first day was enough to deter everyone, so he could just show up and leave.

He took out a set of paper house magic tools, made by Master Mo.

When it hit the ground, it unfolded to form a paper courtyard with a dozen rooms, barely enough for the senior executives to live in.

Just below this set of buildings, Lu Ye entered the mountain again to adjust the gap in the Soul Locking Array. Now was not the time to open it completely, and it was enough to just maintain the concentration of spiritual energy in the second-level spirit vein.

Below the mountain top, Shu Chitu led his disciples who were good at earth escape to dig out many temporary caves, which were enough for a hundred or so disciples to meditate and practice at night.

At the foot of Zhongxiang Peak, three crude towns appeared in the east, south and west, twenty or thirty miles away from the peak.

The walls were made of logs, and the interior was simply divided into a cross road and some thatched houses.

There are also three towns as the center, with villages of about a hundred people each.

Fan Buju had secretly reported that he wanted to take the opportunity to split up the Lan clan members.

However, the Lan clan members account for more than 90% of the people in the world.

This is not about splitting up the Lan family, this is about splitting up the old people of Shunhe City.

So Lu Ye rejected the suggestion.

Within seven days, everyone had settled down on the island. Lan Wutong was in charge of the monks, and Fan Bushu was in charge of the people.

The other three Foundation Establishment clan leaders never showed up again except for the first day when they escorted the goods. Perhaps they were sad, and they only sent the elders of their families to make contact. There were a constant stream of ships on the sea every day, and trade never stopped.

However, what is bought and sold are things produced in ordinary people's lives.

Behind the east beach pier, a piece of land has been leveled. This is the planned Zhongxiangfang Market. There are no buildings at present and it is completely empty.

The island is full of vitality and prosperity.

On the top of Zhongxiang Peak, in the paper-making hall.

At the top, Lu Ye is on the left and Pan Furong is on the right.

Sitting on the left sides are Wang Hu, Zhang Cunyi, Shu Chitu, and Gui Baozhu. An old man sits on the chair on the right. He is none other than Elder Tie Gong of the Gushan Sect whose qi sea is ruptured. He is taken out by Lu Ye to live in his old age.

Wang Hu said, touching his chin.

"Brother, the many boats that have come in the past few days are not only from the Shen, Wan, and Qi families, but also from cultivators from other families."

"I secretly looked around. Among the 72 islands in Bilang Cape, except for the main island where Bilang Jun is and dozens of islands that are too far away from us, families on more than a dozen small islands nearby have sent people here, either openly or secretly, under the guise of trading."

"You say, should we do something?"

Elder Tie Gong stroked his beard and smiled.

"Of course, I'm going to pay a visit to the biggest local boss, Jindan Bilangjun!"

"When people go to a foreign country, they should pay their respects to the porter and pray for peace. This is what they should do."

"Even we cultivators are not immune to this."

"However," Elder Tie Gong frowned and said, "I also heard from the Qi, Wan and Shen families that the Bilang Island is quite powerful."

"He is a veteran Golden Elixir Master. Even his Taoist partner Madam Bilang just achieved Golden Elixir ten years ago."

"Two golden elixirs on one island, plus a disciple who is expected to achieve Nascent Soul cultivation."

"Although everyone says that Bilang Jun is heroic and righteous, we have taken root right under his nose, and he may have a thorn in his heart."

"I'm afraid this visit won't be that easy."

Gui Baozhu said sullenly.

"Why would it be so difficult? They have two golden elixirs, and my elder brother and I also have two golden elixirs. I will go with my elder brother, and we can brave the dangers!"

A green light flashed on Lu Ye’s forehead, and a golden dot flickered inside, and he smiled.

"Fifth brother, you don't need to accompany me. Just take care of the house."

"This time, I'll be the only one needed!"

-

Five hundred miles away.

On Bilang Island, there is a peach forest planted on the mountain, but the fruits here are all green, even the flowers are green.

Rumor has it that it is Mrs. Bilang's favorite.

In a grove of green peach trees, there are continuous and magnificent buildings, lined up along the mountain.

In the most imposing hall, a man and a woman were sitting at the top.

The man was a white-haired old man with a ruddy face and not a single wrinkle on his face. He was none other than the Taoist Bilangjun Jindan, the lord of the seventy-two islands in Bilang Cape.

Next to him was a beautiful woman, whose appearance remained that of a young twenties, with delicate skin and seductive eyes. In fact, she was over two hundred and forty years old. She was none other than Lord Bilang's Taoist companion, Madam Bilang, who had achieved the Golden Elixir stage ten years ago.

A disciple was kneeling below, reporting to the two.

"Reporting to the ancestor, Madam, I have sent disciples to infiltrate the fleets of various families to investigate in the past few days."

"This powerful dragon from outside the domain came from Dazhongzhou. It has two Jindan ancestors, one is the human race's Lu ancestor, and the other is the Great Demon Turtle King. However, the two do not have many capable subordinates. There are only two foundation builders, a hundred or so Qi practitioners, and thousands of mortals are not worth mentioning."

"They are now trading closely with the three neighboring Qi, Shen and Wan families, but they are only trading supplies needed by mortals."

"In addition, some disciples have personally experienced that the spiritual energy on the island is becoming more and more abundant. I'm afraid there really is a second-level spiritual vein on the island."

Bilangjun waved his hand.

"Go down!"

After everyone left, Mrs. Bilang put the tea bowl down heavily.

"Humph, this foreign monk is very good at chanting sutras!"

"How come they are so lucky to find a spiritual vein? There must be something fishy going on!"

"Also, what was the intention of the heads of the Shen and Wan families? Why did they report one day later than the Qi family?"

"Will they still take you, the island owner, seriously?"

Bilang-kun laughed.

"Madam, it's rare to be confused!"

"As the co-leader, I don't really care about anything. I accept all their tributes. If they get into trouble, I just watch and help. That's all."

"It's better to be less involved. My reputation is fine. Why should I bother with a small foundation-building family?"

"The Wan and Shen families and the so-called Zhongxiang Island are actually out of the Bilangjiao Sea. I can manage them or not. I am free to do whatever I want!"

"Why bother yourself?"

Bilang Jun is almost five hundred years old, and has begun to enjoy a carefree life with wine and beautiful women all day long. He is not interested in fighting.

Madam Bilang turned around and snorted coldly.

"You just talk about being free all day long."

"Think about it, that is a second-level spiritual vein. The outsider is cunning, so how do you know it is not a third-level one?"

Bilangjun was confused.

"I can't use the third level either!"

Mrs. Bilang was so disappointed with the old man that she poked him on the forehead with her slender jade finger.

"You can't use it, but Ping'er can."

"I heard that there is fierce competition on Futu Island, and the spiritual veins are occupied by those old guys."

"If Ping'er cultivates to the Nascent Soul stage, he won't be able to get enough spiritual energy resources for cultivation. His cultivation level will be high enough to establish a sect by then. Wouldn't it be good for him to occupy Zhongxiang Island?"

"Being our neighbor, you can help us out in daily life."

"With a Yuanying disciple beside you, who dares to disrespect you in the thousands of miles of sea area?"

The Ping'er that Madam Bilang mentioned is Ren Zeping, the famous latecomer who achieved great perfection in golden elixir and became an outstanding disciple of Futu Island.

Bilangjun was a little hesitant.

"It is still doubtful whether there is a third-level spiritual vein on that deserted island."

"Besides, even if Ping'er has achieved Nascent Soul status, she may not be willing to return to this remote corner of our country."

Mrs. Bilang pursed her pink lips in anger.

"You, as a master, don't worry about your disciples."

"How can a disciple return home?"

"He can choose not to reply, but we can't not do it."

"If it weren't for me, your mistress, maintaining the relationship for you all these years, Ping'er would not have been able to find her way back to the island." Seeing his wife getting angry, Lord Bilang hurried to appease her.

His wife was actually a female disciple. Bilang Jun fell in love with her and took her as his Taoist partner. She followed him more than 20 years ago.

Countless resources were spent to help this female disciple and Taoist partner achieve the golden elixir.

Nowadays, the older I get, the more I cannot do without this female Taoist companion.

"Okay, Madam, don't be angry, I'll do as you say..." Bilang Jun pondered, "That outsider hasn't come to pay respect to the mountain gate in the past few days, he is too arrogant."

"It's a good opportunity to find a reason to find fault with him. Then my husband and I can join forces and drive them away..."

Mrs. Bilang then changed her anger into joy and snuggled in the old man's arms and acted coquettishly.

The two of them were being affectionate.

Suddenly a disciple came running in from outside, knelt down and reported.

"Reporting to the old ancestor, there is a man outside the mountain gate, claiming to be the old ancestor of the Jindan Road of Zhongxiang Island, and sent a greeting card."

Madam Bilang gritted her teeth and hated this guy for coming so quickly.

She rolled her eyes.

"If you don't want to see me, just say that the ancestor is in seclusion."

Bilangjun smiled bitterly but said nothing.

The time of seclusion is not long, and the other party cannot wait forever. However, it would be far-fetched for me to cause trouble to him in the future.

Forget it, don't offend the lady for the sake of outsiders.

Seeing that the ancestor didn't say anything, the disciple hurried out to do as he was told.

Mrs. Bilang smiled proudly.

"I don't think he would dare to break into the magic circle on my island. If he waits outside, he will lose face."

"If we don't wait, and we find him guilty of not knowing etiquette in a few days, who will the East Sea cultivators trust?"

A helpless look flashed across Bilangjun's face. As a righteous man from the East China Sea, he naturally could not be so rude to the local cultivators.

That person has not yet gained a firm foothold, so he cannot be considered an East Sea cultivator...

Besides, he, the Great Hao Jindan, had fought his way to the top, but his time was up and he had seldom taken action in the past hundred years. In addition, he had a talented disciple, and he had slowly built up his fame.

Now that I’m planning to re-arrange things, I feel a little excited.

There are no real heroes and righteous men in the East China Sea.

He comforted himself in his heart.

Sudden.

There was a buzzing sound over the island.

"Lu Ye, a monk from Dazhongzhou, is currently the island master of Zhongxiang Island. I have come to visit the island master and his wife of Bilang Island!"

"I heard that islandism is very popular and everyone in the East China Sea praises it, so why are they avoiding it today?"

"Fellow Daoist Bilang, please feel free to meet me!"

in the hall.

Mr. Bilang and Mrs. Bilang changed color at the same time.

"How dare he!"

This time, Bilang-kun knocked over the tea bowl.

He valued reputation the most in his life, and there was busy trade around the main island, with monks coming in and out.

The whole island heard the other party's roar.

If I don’t see it myself, I don’t know what kind of rumors it will spread tomorrow!

Mrs. Bilang was originally furious, but when she saw her husband’s unhappy expression, she smiled.

"My husband, this guy has a reckless personality."

"Okay, let him in and see if he dares to enter the main hall of the island."

"There is a large formation plate in the hall. If the wave formation is activated, even a Yuanying cultivator will be in trouble!"

"If he dares to come in, we will bury him!"

Bilang Jun pondered for a moment, and finally murderous intent appeared in his eyes, and he nodded heavily.

"Okay, but don't kill him. Give him a lesson so he won't be defeated and leave the island."

Mrs. Bilang laughed sweetly.

"Okay, wait and listen to my instructions when I smash the cup."

"I've seen the story in the book, and I want to give it a try today."

The couple made up their minds and immediately sent their disciples out to open the mountain gate.

After a while.

A beam of light flew in from low altitude.

Then he saw a young Taoist in a green robe with ordinary appearance in the escaping light. There was nothing special about him.

The Taoist landed and entered the hall, then bowed and smiled.

"Lu Ye, an overseas cultivator, nice to meet Daoist Fellow Bilang and his wife!"

"In the future, when we become neighbors, we should visit each other more often and get closer."

Bilangjun snorted coldly and said nothing.

Mrs. Bilang picked up the teacup and said through gritted teeth.

"Who needs a bad neighbor like you..."

She was about to drop the teacup when Lord Bilang's magical power burst out of his body, ready to activate the restriction of the formation in the hall.

Unexpectedly, the monk opposite opened his eye on the forehead, and a beam of golden light shot out, piercing through the foreheads of the two men almost instantly.

The two were horrified to find that their consciousness was locked, and they could not mobilize any magical power in their bodies, like a clay or wooden sculpture.

Lu Ye snatched the teacup away and threw it to the ground, smashing it to pieces.

"Go!"

He held one person in each hand and flew out of the hall.

Lightning flashed on their bodies, and the three of them flew out of the sea at a rapid speed. The disciples outside the hall could not catch up with them.

The disciples on the island were not clear about the whole story.

They looked up and saw the island owner and his wife hand in hand to guide a strange Taoist priest, and were amazed at how prestigious this Taoist priest from Dazhongzhou was.

He came and left in a hurry. I guess he didn't even have time to say a few words before the island owner and his wife personally sent him out?
As soon as they walked out of the mountain gate, the three of them stood high in the air. At this time, the monks from the islands passing by below came and went, and they looked up curiously.

The lightning was so blinding that the faces of the three Jindan masters could not be seen clearly.

However, the voice of this new outsider from Zhongxiang Island can be heard.

"Brother Bi, Madam Bi, just send her here, there is no need to send her any further."

"Hey... How can I take back the gift I gave you?"

"Take it, take it. I brought this Second Life Flower out from the Mozhu Secret Realm. It is a rare treasure that was nurtured by heaven and earth. I found it by chance. It is just right to give it to you, brother. It can extend your life by 200 years."

"You are a loving couple. How could you bear to leave your wife alone after decades?"

"Here, I wish you two a long and happy life together. I heard that you two don't have any children yet, so I hope you can give birth to a young island master as soon as possible!"

While the island master Lu was speaking, he and Bilang-Jun seemed to be pushing a jade box with both hands, and the box suddenly broke open.

A petal fell from the sky.

This petal has a strange appearance, with a mushroom-like head and a ginseng-like body, with ginseng whiskers and golden stars all over its body!
As soon as the cultivators in the low altitude smelled it, they felt as if all the bones in their bodies loosened, their qi and blood began to grow, and their bone marrow began to thunder.

The knowledgeable ones exclaimed that it was truly a rare and precious second-generation flower!

"Goodbye! I'll visit you again some other day!"

The Taoist in the air seemed to be afraid that the gift would be pushed back, so he stuffed the jade box into Bilangjun's hand and turned into a flash of lightning and flew away.

Only Mr. Bilang and Mrs. Bilang were left standing in the air.

The Taoist's hand was so strong that he pushed the two men down. They only recovered when they did so with black faces.

I saw that the strange petals were about to fall into the sea.

Bilang Jun still couldn't bear it, so he stretched out his hand and took the petals back carefully into the jade box.

only……

Damn it!
If you want to give me one, then really give me one. What's the big deal about giving me one petal? I wonder if this petal can extend my life by twenty years?

Now all the cultivators passing by have seen it, I can’t clear myself of it even if I jump into the East China Sea!

Mrs. Bilang was so frightened that she trembled all over.

It was so horrifying just now that the two of them hadn’t even reacted before they were subdued by this man and dragged out of Bilang Island.

If this person had suddenly killed them just now, would the two of them still have a chance to survive?
The two looked at each other with complicated expressions.

At this time, the monks below were unaware of this and had already bowed and saluted, their voices as loud as a bell.

"Congratulations to Patriarch Bilang for gaining another close friend!"

"Congratulations to the ancestor for obtaining a treasure and living another life!"

"I wish you and your wife a long and happy life together, and may you have a son soon!"

The rumbling sound echoed throughout the island, and Mrs. Bilang was so angry that her face turned red and her whole body was shaking slightly.

With so many eyes watching, the best friend who broke the cup has to admit it even if he doesn’t want to!

Doesn't she know the details of her own husband?
The most important thing is to have face in front of everyone.

Now that there are more people, we have to swallow our pride.

Bilangjun frowned, his thoughts racing.

In order to prolong his life, he had already locked up his yang energy, so even though he and his Taoist partner had a spiritual connection through dual cultivation, they had no children.

He watched the light of escape disappearing from Lu Ye's horizon, then turned around and transmitted a message to Madam Bilang through his spiritual consciousness.

"Ma'am, how about we give it a try?"

"Acknowledge this dear friend."

"Give us another young island master?"

Madam Bilang: “…”

She stomped her feet, turned around and flew away.

(End of this chapter)