Longevity starts with dual cultivation

Chapter 106 Negotiations broke down, falling out on the spot

The talks were initiated by the head of the Bai family, who arranged for the top leaders of the Yuan family and Yulong Island to visit the Ling family on the same day.

This move is of course to enhance one's own momentum and increase the weight of the negotiations.

After all, at present, the head of the Ling family has the strongest cultivation, and the top leaders of the three families cannot compete with him even if they join forces, so forming a group has become an inevitable result.

If they don't do this, the resource-rich new territory of Changqingzhou will be swallowed up by the Ling family, and they will probably not even get a share of the spoils.

In the council hall.

Ling Qiyue, wearing a jet-black feather cloak and looking cool and charming, sat in the main seat, while Tang Qiuyao and Ling Changqing sat beside her. Many core elders of the Ling family were also present.

Bai Yunhe, the patriarch of the Bai family in Huiyue Islands, is a middle-aged man with a black beard, delicate features and a handsome appearance. He is currently in the late stage of foundation building.

He was accompanied by core elder Bai Tinglan and three other Bai family cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building.

The Yuan family of the Langshan Islands is also led by the patriarch Yuan Junlin this time. This old man in a white robe with silver hair hanging down to his shoulders and long flowing beard has now reached the realm of Fake Dan Zhenren.

Beside him were two men and two women, all of whom were Yuan family cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building.

Yulong Island is not a family, but a sect with twenty foundation-building monks. There are two large third-order spiritual veins on its territory. In the past, it was almost the most powerful force in Feiyu Sea.

Yulong Island itself is a large island with a radius of more than 40,000 miles, which is considered to be the largest island in the Feiyu Sea.

It, together with a series of surrounding affiliated islands, has been occupied and operated by the current sect for thousands of years.

In the past, there were no fake Dan Zhenren in Feiyu Sea, and the highest public combat power was the peak of foundation building.

But now, due to the situation, each family has shown their best strength.

The island owner, Gong Qingya, is an elegant and graceful lady with a picturesque appearance and a slender figure. She wears a thin and transparent snow-white dress, through which even the red undergarment underneath is faintly visible. Her facial features are delicately made-up and she is currently at the realm of Fake Dan Zhenren.

Beside this bold and beautiful lady, there were five foundation-building cultivators, three men and two women, three of whom were in the middle stage of foundation-building.

"...The map of Xinlu has been completed and named Changqingzhou by the Ling family."

Tang Qiuyao, wearing an elaborate and gorgeous bright red dress, was dignified, charming and graceful, and said in a deep voice:

"So, according to past practice, this territory already belongs to our Ling family. If you want to fight for it, you will be going to war with our family!"

According to the custom in the world of immortal cultivation, unowned land will belong to whoever draws a complete map first and sends people to occupy it first.

Now the Ling family has established several temporary bases and observation posts on Changqing Island, and has a preliminary map drawn up, which meets the prerequisites.

Bai Tinglan frowned with a cold expression and said nothing. Bai Yunji beside her said in a cold voice:

"This new land is located in the center of Feiyu Sea, and it is rich in spiritual vein resources. It is of great significance. Your Ling family actually wants to take it all for themselves. Can you swallow it?"

Yuan Junlin patted the chair and said calmly:

"Fellow Daoist Ling should understand that although you are a Jindan Zhenren, and your cultivation is the best in Feiyu Sea, our three families all have some connections and resources.

If necessary, we can invite a Jindan Zhenren from outside to help out. It is not impossible!"

Gong Qingya, who was plump and charming with a seductive smile, raised her hand and stroked her jet-black hair in front of her, and said softly:

"Fellow Daoist Ling Qiyue, apart from you as the head of the Ling family, the remaining foundation-building cultivators are not worth mentioning. If the three of us join forces to besiege you in the future, can you survive?"

This is a critical moment. In order to suppress the Ling family, these two people speak without holding back.

They just wanted to remind the top leaders of the Ling family that if a war really breaks out in the future, the Ling family’s current foundation will not be able to cope with the pressure from the three families.

To put it another way, even if the Ling family can win in the end, it will definitely be a pyrrhic victory. There is no way to think about whether they will have the strength to defend Changqing Island.

Ling Qiyue said calmly, "It seems that you all agreed beforehand and joined forces to advance and retreat together. You think we dare not tear each other apart and start a war, right?"

"Not going to war is the most pragmatic choice for both sides!"

Bai Yunji said in a deep voice: "This new land is large enough to accommodate the needs of our four families to reproduce and practice!

As long as the four of us join forces, we can eliminate other competitors and occupy this place together, isn't that right?"

Gong Qingya added with a smile: "From now on, no matter how big or small the matter is in the Feiyu Sea, our four families will have the final say. This result will benefit everyone, right?"

According to the idea of ​​the top leaders of the three families, they wanted to persuade the top leaders of the Ling family to accept this plan and divide Changqing Island into four parts, with each family occupying one part.

As long as this matter is settled, relying on the rich resources of Changqing Continent, the late foundation-building cultivators of their three families should be able to gather more than one set of resources for forming a golden elixir soon.

As long as each of the three families produces one or several fake elixir or even real elixir cultivators, the Ling family's unilateral strength advantage will no longer exist.

By then, they can further suppress and exclude the Ling family, and even swallow up the family's foundation.

Ling Qiyue shook her head indifferently: "Changqingzhou is the Ling family's inherent territory, and we won't allow outsiders to get involved in it at all, so just give up on this idea!
As for going to war? That's no big deal! Let's see how many lives of your people you can sacrifice to make up for it!"

No one is a fool. The top leaders of the Ling family are also aware of the things that the three families can think of. Naturally, they will not just give in and fall into this trap.

Since they are bound to go to war sooner or later, it would be better to take advantage of the current advantage and pay some price to destroy the foundations of the three families.

If we delay until the future, when more than one fake or even real Dan cultivator is born within the three families, it will be too late to take action then.

Yuan Junlin sighed: "If Fellow Daoist Ling insists on saying this, then there is nothing to discuss?"

Ling Qiyue's expression was firm: "There is really no room for negotiation. In order to defend the foundation of Changqingzhou, the Ling family will shed their last drop of blood!"

The top leaders of the three families could not help but look at each other in bewilderment. The unexpectedly tough attitude of the head of the Ling family was indeed something they had not expected.

After a long while, Gong Qingya, whose expression turned cold, spoke:
"In that case, let's meet on the battlefield! I just hope that Fellow Daoist Ling won't regret it in the future!"

Ling Qiyue lowered her eyes and said nothing, then made a gesture to serve tea to the guest.

The three envoys stood up silently and were about to walk out of the palace.

However, they soon discovered that the meeting hall had been sealed off, and several thick and tough dark golden light curtains quietly emerged inside and outside, isolating everything.

Bai Yunhe was furious. He turned around and asked sternly, "Fellow Daoist Ling, when two families are fighting, you don't kill the envoys. Are you ignoring even the most basic rules?"

Yuan Junlin said coldly: "Even if we are left here, the family will soon elect a new leader! By then, the Yuan family will fight to the death with your Ling family! Fellow Daoist Ling, you must think it through!"

Ling Qiyue didn't say anything. Ling Changqing said calmly, "Since we're going to fall out sooner or later, let's not talk about morality. As long as we kill you, the pressure on the Ling family will be much less!"

In the face of sufficiently lucrative interests, any set of rules of the game may be trampled upon.

According to past practice, Changqingzhou should belong to the Ling family, but these three families have no intention of complying with this and are determined to rely on their strength to get a piece of the pie.

Then, is it necessary for the Ling family to abide by the rule that when two clans are fighting, they should not kill envoys?
Now that he has been pedantic, he will have to pay with the blood and lives of many Ling family cultivators in the future! So Ling Changqing didn't think there was anything wrong with this. The world of immortal cultivation is a world of great contention, strength is supreme, and the law of the jungle dominates everything.

If you are strong enough, your words are the rules. If you are not strong enough, no one will care about your ideas.

“Good, very good…”

Gong Qingya laughed in anger, the pressure on her body rose sharply, and golden light burst out amid the clear dragon roar.

A cold and murderous aura enveloped the hall. Two savage dragons emerged from Gong Qingya's body, wrapped in rolling golden light and fire clouds. The murderous intent was in the air and locked onto Ling Qiyue's figure.

Is it a talisman?
Ling Changqing's eyes narrowed slightly, but he was not very worried.

In front of a real magic weapon, the threat of this thing is actually limited, not to mention that Gong Qingya can't produce anything of too high a grade.

Seeing Gong Qingya taking action, Bai Yunhe no longer hesitated. He shook his hands and summoned a pair of pitch-black top-grade spiritual weapon-level flying swords, which transformed into hundreds of hazy sword shadows and besieged her.

Yuan Junlin snorted coldly and patted the pet bag at his waist. With a clear roar, a silver-winged sea eagle with a wingspan of several meters emerged in the red light and pounced on Ling Qiyue fiercely. It was also a war beast in the false elixir realm.

Then the rest of the foundation-building monks took action one after another, using all kinds of powerful magical skills, second-level talismans, spiritual weapons, and Taoist puppets to madly besiege Ling Qiyue, creating a chaotic scene.

Apart from Ling Qiyue, there is no other strong person in the Ling family. As long as she is killed or seriously injured, the crisis will naturally be resolved.

A pale golden light curtain of the glazed yellow umbrella appeared on Ling Changqing's body. He held Tang Qiuyao's arm and retreated backwards. Now was not the time to show off. The only thing he had to do was not to distract his senior sister.

Ling Qiyue's expression was cold, and a thick red cloud of light emerged lightly from her body. A faint sound of bells echoed at the soul level, blocking all attacks.

"magic weapon?"

Bai Tinglan's expression froze for a moment, and her heart suddenly sank to the bottom. How could Ling Qiyue, the newly promoted Jindan Zhenren, actually have a magic weapon?
However, this was not the most fatal thing. As the thunder roared, the magical arrays and restrictions hidden inside the hall were opened layer by layer, and the cultivators from the three families felt the pressure on their bodies increase sharply.

"With my magical power... how is this possible..."

Yuan Junlin looked horrified. Under the suppression of the formation, the circulation of the magic power in his body had become extremely difficult and was being lost rapidly.

"No, we'll all die here at this rate!"

Gong Qingya gritted her teeth, a hint of madness appeared in her eyes, she took out two black pills, hesitated for a moment before swallowing them.

Suddenly, her aura rose sharply, and soon broke through the True Dan barrier and rushed to the initial stage of Golden Dan before slowing down.

"It's useless. This hall contains a genuine third-level formation. It is more than enough to suppress and imprison you all!"

Ling Qiyue's cold and murderous voice sounded, and then several secret doors inside the hall opened. Under the secret control of the Ling family cultivators, hundreds of heavily armored Taoist puppets strode out.

These cold-blooded killing weapons formed a formation and attacked one after another, forcing the monks of the three families to allocate a large part of their strength to deal with them.

From time to time, Taoist puppets were targeted by magical powers and destroyed on the spot, but this had no effect on the battle situation at all.

Ling Qiyue had the Fenghuo Panyun Bell on her head and in her hand was a long sword that was cold and bloody. As her spiritual power urged it, sharp sword energy poured down like raindrops, making the three cultivators panic.

Ling Changqing in the corner stared at a foundation-building cultivator from Yulong Island. With a bright and clear light shining, dozens of second-level talisman hurricane blades smashed down at once.

Tang Qiuyao next to him also came to help. The dark purple lightning contained a terrifying aura of destruction, which made the opponent feel helpless and miserable.

After more than ten breaths, the guy finally couldn't hold on any longer. His body was torn into pieces by the dense green wind blades, and he died with a scream.

Under the joint control of all the Ling family's foundation-building elders, all the magic array restrictions inside the hall have been activated, and another group of Taoist puppets rushed in, joining the battle without fear of life or death.

Asshole! Where did the Ling family get so many second-level Taoist puppets?
Yuan Junlin thought angrily that his pet was being attacked madly by a group of Taoist puppets. It had been injured in many places and it was obvious that it was not going to survive.

"Bastard!"

Bai Yunjie, who was only in the late stage of foundation building, suddenly screamed, and one of his arms was shattered by the falling sword light, and blood mist burst out.

Bai Tinglan was startled and wanted to come over to help, but she was entangled by a dozen Taoist soldier puppets and could not escape. She was in danger for a while.

"The game...it's time to end!"

Ling Qiyue said this grimly, and no one knew what means she used, but her aura rose again, and within a few breaths she had reached the middle stage of the Golden Core.

The Beacon Fire Panyun Bell shone brightly, blocking all attacks. At the same time, the number of sharp sword energies falling from the dome suddenly increased tenfold.

"You bitch...die miserably!"

Bai Yunhe, with blood oozing from his mouth and nose, let out a shrill roar. Several spiritual weapons and second-level talismans he hastily sacrificed were shattered one after another by the sword light. Finally, his entire body turned into a ball of blood mist and exploded.

Bai Tinglan let out a mournful wail, and tried her best to rush to the platform where Ling Qiyue was. She gritted her teeth and launched a self-destruction, and a violent gust of air instantly swept through the hall.

However, this desperate counterattack still failed to pose a substantial threat to Ling Qiyue. The storm of destruction was quickly resolved by the third-order formation, but instead caused considerable trouble to the three cultivators.

After a few breaths, the two foundation-building cultivators of the Yuan family could no longer hold on and were killed by the sword light while howling miserably. Then it was the war pet in the fake elixir realm.

Yuan Junlin's eyes twitched with heartache, but at the moment he was already unable to take care of himself, with multiple injuries on his body and his breath rapidly declining, and it seemed that he could not hold on for much longer.

But at this moment Ling Changqing had already set his eyes on him. He threw down more than a dozen second-level talismans one after another, and while the thunder, fire, cloud and wind blades attacked him in turns, he took away the helmsman of the Yuan family in one wave.

Then it was Gong Qingya's turn. This beautiful woman now had disheveled hair and was covered in blood. She was on the verge of dying.

Taking magic elixirs and gaining cultivation at the cost of overdrawing her lifespan also failed to help her turn the situation around. She was suppressed in the Ling family's home turf.

The field was filled with shrill and resentful screams, and the cultivators from the three families died one after another, until only Gong Qingya was left.

Within a few breaths, this most powerful island master had exhausted his last resort and was killed by Ling Qiyue without hesitation.

"Finally done!"

Tang Qiuyao breathed a sigh of relief and used some spiritual skills. The roar of thunder inside the hall finally stopped.

It actually didn't take long to kill a total of sixteen cultivators from these three families. Victory was secured in just half an incense stick of time.

Ling Qiyue carefully checked and confirmed that these guys were all dead. Then she removed the formation and let the Ling family members come in to clean up.

All the storage magic tools naturally belonged to her. As for the spiritual tools, most of them had been damaged and had no value for recycling.

"...Senior Sister, we will have to face the crazy revenge of these three families from now on!"

Ling Changqing said that even though so many high-level officials had died, the three families still had some strength left, and it would take some effort to completely wipe them out.

"It doesn't matter, they have no chance of turning the tables!"

Ling Qiyue smiled slightly.

(End of this chapter)