Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 505: The Trouble of Annual Rings, the Power of Time

At the foot of the secret mountain, a green tree stands tall between heaven and earth. Its rough surface, which is naturally charming, flows with a unique texture of time as if it has come alive, and countless roots climb up from the ground and entwine around the base of the green tree.

On the opposite side, seven or eight miles away, there were lush green trees with leaves and branches, and green light flickered like a curtain.

There are slight ripples like invisible streams, flowing to the other side of Qingmu.

Xu Yuanchang has been completely immersed in the perception of the original power. His soul is like a bystander, watching the green trees evolve the natural laws of heaven and earth. The tens of thousands of roots of different sizes, the leaves absorbing sunlight and rain, and the breeze blowing past have become his omnipresent perception and touch.

It extends slowly from the sky to the ground, hundreds of miles away.

The mist flowed along the ground, sweeping over streams and rivers, and bypassing huge rocks and mountains.

It changes every moment, like the growth rings of trees spreading outwards.

Time is like a river, alternating between withering and flourishing.

Wherever it passes, there is vitality, lush vegetation, and blooming wild flowers, attracting bees and flying insects from other places in the secret realm to gather in this area, coming and going busily.

As time goes by, the lush green trees have grown taller than the top of the mountain, and above them there are faint shadows of towering trees swaying like mountains.

The surface of the green wood has a jade-like texture, which is weathered by time and is slowly losing its vivid luster.

The tree rings spread out to a distance of one hundred and fifty miles, drifting in the wilderness with the wind.

The essence of vitality permeates far away.

Yu Fengwu returned from the gloomy and dark mountains with scars all over her body. Looking down at the huge fluctuating "tree rings" green mist in the secret realm, she was stunned for a moment. She had been away from home for thirty years, but she had undergone such a big change.

The sect leader practiced in seclusion and achieved considerable success.

She could sense a unique and obscure source of power, as well as a wild and domineering vitality, contained in the green mist.

Her path was completely different from that of the sect master, and she couldn't understand how far the sect master had reached in his practice. However, she could see that the sect master had created such a huge phenomenon by using the tree rings to release negative energy.

Sensing the vague gaze from the air, Yu Fengwu raised his hand and landed on a remote hilltop more than 200 miles away from the sect master's retreat.

He rearranged the protective formation, swallowed the elixir, sat cross-legged and regulated his breathing to heal his injuries.

After recovering from his injuries, Yu Fengwu spent several more years in meditation and contemplation before going out to gain experience again.

Fighting with countless eighth-level ghost beast souls, the heart sword became sharper and more condensed.

Every time he returned he was covered in wounds, and he repeated this cycle over and over again, using killing methods to hone his sword skills almost madly.

Three hundred years have passed. Within the secret realm, except for the hilltop where Yu Fengwu practiced, all other areas are filled with thin, transparent green annual ring mist.

The grass and trees grew wildly, and even ordinary bees and flying insects became unusually large, ferocious and aggressive.

……

Reincarnation ghost world, Youluo house.

Chang Wuhui received a message from the temple master Kuai Huaicai and rushed over from Liuquan Mountain. Before he could say a few words of greeting, he took the stack of lists handed to him by Kuai Laogui. He flipped through them casually and saw pictures and time. He exclaimed in surprise: "So many?"

The skinny old ghost in black robe smiled sinisterly, "Youluowu is a business that is honest and trustworthy. You can keep the receipt and wait for Fellow Daoist Xu to come out of retreat to check the accounts. That Yu Jianxian used an eighth-level ghost beast to practice, and he killed it as easily as cutting melons and vegetables. Brother Chang, let me show you the courage of a sword immortal who regards money as dirt."

As he raised his hand, black gas rose.

It transformed into an image of mountains, the picture was dim, and thousands of sword lights flashed, chopping a ghost leopard hundreds of feet in size into pieces.

A figure of a woman in black flashed by and disappeared into the vast mountains.

The old ghost in black robe could use the ghost treasure to spy on the experience outside the secret realm, but he did not dare to look directly at the female sword practitioner, for fear of arousing her attention and disgust.

He flicked the screen off and tilted his head to ask, "How is it? Isn't it great?"

Chang Wuhui smiled bitterly, "He really spends money like water. This is amazing."

He took out a bag filled with rare materials from his sleeves, threw it to the old ghost in black robe, and said, "Brother, this is all we have. There are still twenty years left, and the time in the secret realm is two hundred years. With her arrogant sword training method, even if she sells Old Chang, it won't be enough. If there is a shortfall, we can settle it all at the end. Otherwise, it will offend the customer and lose face."

Of course he had to cry poor in front of Laogui.

Even if you make a fortune, you should keep it quiet.

He had already asked a high-level ghost alchemist to prepare the Fire Yun Ganoderma Lucidum that Brother Xu gave him last time, along with rare Yin-yang medicinal materials, and refined it into a seven- to eight-year-old auxiliary realm-breaking pill. This time when Brother Xu rented the secret realm, in addition to paying a large amount of four or five thousand year-old medicinal materials, he also gave him an extra bottle of refined soul-fixing liquid.

He almost somersaulted with joy.

Brother Xu was truly his benefactor throughout his life, helping him in times of need many times.

He also understood what Brother Xu meant, which was to create a stable long-term partnership for Dengxianguan.

By spending resources to help him advance to the eighth level of ghost realm, his status and power increased, and the rewards given were also greater.

Hearing that Old Man Zeng has gone into seclusion, he holds the spiritual liquid that nourishes ghosts. He is very confident that he will break through and advance in the future, and he will not be left behind by Old Man Zeng for too long.

The old ghost in black robe took the bag, glanced at it, and laughed strangely: "Okay, who told you that we have a deep friendship, if there is any shortfall later, we can settle it together at the end." He then asked: "Fellow Daoist Xu is very considerate of your business, and would rather let you make more money in the middle than contact us directly."

Chang Wuhui laughed: "By chance, I once helped Fellow Daoist Xu with a small favor unintentionally. Ha, it's not worth mentioning."

He deliberately revealed some plausible inside information to avoid the old ghost from getting suspicious.

Youluowu wants to steal his girl, but doesn't he even consider the relationship between him and Brother Xu?
The old ghost in black robe was half-believing and half-doubting. He sent the guest away with a few perfunctory words and returned to the dark hall. There came a black shadow from the corner.

The shadow took the bag from the old ghost in black robe, checked it for a moment, and said, "Fellow Daoist Xu's identity has been verified. He is the disciple of Taoist Master Jinxian Yanshan. He has the support of many Nine-Layered Building masters. He can easily pay the rent with 4,000 to 5,000-year-old medicinal herbs, which means he doesn't care. Master Kuai, you should do your job well. If you can gain the recognition of fellow Daoist Xu, you will be credited with a great achievement. But you don't have to make it too obvious. Do you understand?"

The old ghost in black robe bowed and said, "I understand."

The black shadow turned into a black gas and disappeared into the void, and a faint voice was heard.

"I saw that sword cultivator practicing swordsmanship and I have been itching to do it for a long time. I will secretly go and fight with her for a few times. This should not violate the rules of our Youluo House."

"Deputy Palace Master Kui, please be careful!"

The old ghost in black robe hurriedly reminded, but the black shadow had already disappeared.

Although high-level ghost cultivators are almost immortal in the ghost world, they will still be affected if they are killed too many times.

……

Yu Fengwu, who was training in a secret realm, encountered an unprecedentedly strong opponent.

The battle caused mountains to collapse and the earth to crack, sword energy to spread everywhere, and ghost shadows to appear like illusions.

The two sides fought with all their might for a whole day. In the end, Yu Fengwu, despite both sides suffering heavy losses, used an invisible sword to slash the ghost in the air, and returned to the secret realm to recuperate after a tragic victory.

Half a year later, Yu Fengwu, whose injuries had healed and improved, flew out of the secret realm. Less than ten days later, he was attacked by a powerful ghost again.

The fighting was so intense that the old ghost in black robe who was watching the fight in Youluo House was frightened.

He was afraid that something might happen to his distinguished guest, and he didn't feel relieved until Deputy Palace Master Kui was defeated again a day later.

In the decades that followed, Yu Fengwu often encountered that different ghost.

When they meet, they must fight. There is no rival in front of the Zhenhuang Sword. In the secret realm, the fluctuating annual rings and mist became thicker and clearer. Except for the hilltop where Yu Fengwu practiced in seclusion, the 300-li area grew into a lush forest. That towering tree stood out in the sky, leading the way.

The essence accumulated over countless years remains in Qingmu's body, which is slowly consumed and cracks gradually appear on its rough surface.

Xu Yuanchang looked down at the world with his spirit. Time flowed leisurely, and he seemed to comprehend the way of life and creation.

Tens of thousands of roots maintained the secret method of the sacred tree, and after four hundred years, he finally exhausted the supreme gift that the tree demon Qing Liu had given him. The bark of the Qing wood became dull and silent, losing its former charm and luster, and degenerated into a pure ninth-level material.

The green annual ring mist floating in the forest starts the turn of fate in the opposite direction.

The trees and weeds gradually withered, and life returned to the green mist.

The dry wind blew, the leaves fell, and the wilderness was bare, revealing a strange and desolate deathly atmosphere.

The towering tree standing between heaven and earth gradually shrank, with its roots and green misty rings shrinking towards the center.

Yu Fengwu stood on the top of the mountain where she was practicing, and watched the earth-shaking changes that had taken place in the three hundred miles of land over the past few decades. Life and death, prosperity and extinction formed a complete closed loop.

She guessed that the sect leader was about to come out.

The "Tao" that the sect leader has realized is all-encompassing and of great magnitude.

She no longer had to go outside the secret realm to train in fighting. For hundreds of years, she had let go and killed with her sword without restraint. She had walked on the brink of life and death many times, which had allowed her swordsmanship and state of mind to grow to the peak. She only needed an opportunity to achieve enlightenment to take an important step forward.

The sword energy in her body returned to calm, and she concentrated on cultivating the sword once again.

Everything you see can be used as a sword.

Under the sun, wind and rain, the withered trees decay day by day and eventually fall back to the earth.

The fog in the tree rings completely disappeared, and the big tree condensed to ten feet high. Xu Yuanchang walked out of the tree, and with a wave of his sleeves, it was like a spring breeze, and the earth slowly regained its vitality.

Yu Fengwu walked out of the yard and asked with a smile: "What magical power have you cultivated?"

"The trouble of annual rings, the magical power of time."

Xu Yuanchang strolled through the wilderness, with flowers blooming under his feet.

After a few steps, we reached the top of the mountain.

Looking at the varying shades of green all over the mountains, I feel quite satisfied.

He has comprehended the way of life and creation, and can resonate with heaven and earth. He is only half a step away from integrating with the way of rules. If this place is not unsuitable for breakthrough and he is worried about causing changes in the celestial phenomena, he really wants to go into seclusion until he is promoted.

"That sounds impressive. Look at the sword!"

Yu Fengwu couldn't help but take action, and the world was instantly filled with endless sword intent.

Xu Yuanzhang's figure was in a state of uncertainty, wandering between the invisible annual rings. No matter how many sword energies there were, they could not touch the edge of his robe. He smiled and said, "I have just mastered the basics of the magical power of time. Great Sword Immortal Yu, please show mercy."

He dodged leisurely under the torrential sword attack.

"How long will it take to end this retreat?"

"Less than twenty years. Forget it. We won't fight anymore. Sect Master, you are such a scoundrel. You have mastered a strand of the essence of the wood element..."

Yu Fengwu said he would not fight, but his sword energy was attacking like a tide. However, before he could finish his words, a claw suddenly stretched out and touched his cheek, and he shouted angrily: "I am not done with you."

Sword energy was rolling, but the two men had already entered the yard and started playing a fight between gods.

……

Watch casually and climb the mountain hall alone.

Zeng Wanglou's face was full of smiles as he bowed in response to the congratulations of many high-level officials. He had been in seclusion for less than a hundred years, and had safely passed the difficult hurdle of entering the Tao, and advanced to the eighth level of spiritual cultivation.

There is nothing more satisfying in life than this.

Liu Xueli smiled and said, "I haven't tasted elixir for many years. I am just waiting for you to start refining the elixir."

The implication is that only the eighth-grade top-grade elixirs are acceptable to him.

Zeng Wanglou looked around and asked, "Is the sect leader not back yet?" After receiving a positive answer, he spread his hands and smiled, "A good cook cannot cook without rice. Without good medicinal materials, I am too lazy to light the stove and start the fire."

Zhao Jun called out, "Mr. Zeng, you can refine a few furnaces of seventh-level elixirs to get familiar with the feel and kill time. Since you went into seclusion, the inventory in the warehouse has not been taken care of for a few years. The brothers miss you."

"You little brats, you guys are after the elixir, why would you care about an old man like me?"

Zeng Wanglou laughed and scolded, which caused a lot of laughter.

Someone introduced him to the newly joined Wu Yao. Zeng Wanglou had known the previous Qingli Mountain God for a long time, so he used this as a topic to chat with Wu Yao for a while. After his promotion, his aloof personality became more easy-going.

When I have time in the future, I can pick up the skills of deduction, formation, and refining again.

He was originally known for his versatility.

It is always good to have many skills, and they may help you learn by analogy.

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Flower world Xiazhou, Yunshang City.

In a magnificent back garden, willow trees and vines are strolling along the flower paths.

The shop is run by the four Zixuan sisters in turn, and there are also shop assistants to look after it, so there is no need for Liu Xianfeng to sit in the shop every day. After trying the new things, she has long since become a hands-off manager.

"You had a conflict with Sect Leader Xu?"

"No, how could it be possible? Sister Jiao Teng, please don't make blind guesses. The young master is busy with cultivation and wants to break through to the ninth floor as soon as possible. He rarely returns to the sect and is always outside. I rarely see the young master either."

Liu Xianfeng explained a few words with a smile and sighed slightly in his heart.

She had already learned from Sister Yu that the Young Master was in love with Sister Yu.

Although it was a matter of time, she was prepared and had accepted the reality. When it was late at night, she still felt sad about it. Otherwise, she would not have moved from Bailin Valley to the Flower Realm to live.

Jiao Teng widened his eyes and whispered, "Sect Master Xu...is your cultivation so fast?"

She has not yet reached the seventh level. Looking back to the past, Fellow Daoist Xu was only at the fourth level, far inferior to her. After more than a thousand years, she has been left so far behind that she can no longer even see Sect Leader Xu's back.

I feel complicated.

"Young Master has always been very fast in cultivation, so I can't slack off either. I must calm down and cultivate to the eighth level as soon as possible."

Liu Xianfeng smiled and found an excuse for herself.

She didn't want to be a vassal.

In this world of mortals, who will keep me company?
……

(End of this chapter)