The ancestor is incompetent!

Chapter 33: The True Cultivation of the Upper Sect
Li Yuan looked strange when he saw this scene. Why would someone come to deliver a letter to him in the middle of the night?

And he acts sneakily, which is obviously shameful at first glance.

Li Yuan opened the formation and came to the door. He sent the letter into the Wanmu Realm with a sweep of his mind and then closed the formation.

Then he sat on a chair and immersed his mind in the world of trees.

Xia Mu, Qing Meng and the others were still working tirelessly, and Li Yuan's arrival did not affect them at all.

The letter fell on the ground of Wanmu Realm. Li Yuan would never dare to touch something of unknown origin.

He stretched out his hand, controlled the object through the air, and wanted to open the letter.

But a line of small words appeared on the letter, "This letter will be sealed for a year and will be opened at a later time. If you forcefully demolish it, it will be destroyed. Take care, brother Yuan!"

There was a strange expression on Li Yuan's face. Could it be that Ruan Jinghu was sending him a message?

But wasn't this guy hiding out there? Why did he suddenly return to the sect?

Li Yuan was not quite sure who the letter came from, but he just left it in the Wanmu Realm and ignored it. He would read it when the time came, and it would only take a year.

He stopped reading the letter and waved his hand, saying, "Qingmeng, stop."

Qing Meng, who was standing by, started to finish her practice without any hesitation after hearing this.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the Qingyou gourd. With a pull of his spiritual power, a stream of water about ten feet long flew out of the gourd. It was as green as jade and very beautiful.

In the past few years, he has only refined a ten-foot-long piece of one-yuan heavy water. If he were to fight against an enemy, it would be enough to suppress a disciple in the middle stage of Qi training, but it would be nothing in the eyes of a disciple in the late stage.

"Keep practicing."

Li Yuan returned the Qingyou gourd, and Qingmeng began to tirelessly refine heavy water again.

After leaving the Ten Thousand Trees Realm, Li Yuan began to practice again.

Now he is sixty-two years old, and there are still seven missing pieces of his skull that have not been refined yet. After all, over the past three years, Li Yuan has been wearing the Youhai Pearl to practice when he has time to rest, which has increased his speed by 15% to 20%.

The Youhai Pearl was the spiritual pearl given to him by Ze Wei back then, and Li Yuan had named it himself.

On the osmanthus tree outside the small window, there is a bird's nest made of dead branches and cattails. A black crow lives in the tree, lying in the autumn osmanthus, looking very comfortable.

This autumn osmanthus tree should have reached its age and died, but because Li Yuan has lived here for a long time, spiritual energy has flowed through the mountains, giving the tree a new lease of life. I wonder how many more decades it can live.

In the days that followed, Li Yuan had a lot of free time. He had finished all his tasks and there was nothing urgent. Occasionally, Zhang Qi would come to see him, or come to express his gratitude and give him some spiritual tea or something like that.

Although Li Yuan was not a good master, he often answered his questions and gave him some pointers on spiritual practice.

Apart from these, there seems to be nothing to do if you live in the mountains for a long time.

Not really.

Li Yuanhui brewed wine with osmanthus flowers and brewed tea with spring water. In his spare time, he listened to the zither and hoped that Ya would understand his meaning.

Or you may make talismans and drink tea, write casually on a piece of paper, and share the tea with your friends through the sunny window.

Cultivation is not just sitting in a narrow and dark cave, refining qi without moving, and seclusion is not about meditating for years to cultivate skills, but there are times for cultivation and times for enjoyment. Mortals have their daily routines and rests according to the sun and the moon, while immortals have their own spiritual Qi and enjoyment.

On this day, a deep bell sounded outside the mountain, ringing twenty-four times in a row and reaching everyone's ears.

Li Yuan was surprised and said: "The bell rings 24, a distinguished guest is coming.

Counting the days, it is time to pay tribute, could it be someone from Linglong Sect coming?"

Qi Lingmen, an ancient and conservative mountain gate, has many rules, but they are also comprehensive and cover everything. For example, if there is something to be announced in the mountain gate, all you need to do is ring the Qiyin bell on the top of Qifeng Mountain. The number of rings has different meanings.

As soon as the bell rang, all the disciples knew what they should do. Since such a distinguished guest had come, they must behave in a fairy-like manner and regulate their words and actions.

After a while, a streak of light flew over and landed outside his formation. Li Yuan frowned and collected the streak of light, which turned out to be a sound transmission note.

"Junior Brother Li Yuan, quickly go to the Wangyuan Peak in Qifeng to welcome the Lord of the Sect! Don't hesitate!"

This was the message from Lingfeng Peak Master Chen Guan. Although he was very reluctant to go, the Peak Master had already used such a strong tone that he had no choice but to go.

Li Yuan raised the cloud and was about to ascend into the sky, but his shoulders suddenly sank and the magic power in his body became chaotic and mixed, making it difficult for him to control the magic weapon.

Fortunately, his spirit was strong, and he was able to stabilize the Lingyun magic weapon with just a little effort.

But when he looked inside himself, he found that the spiritual energy in his body was mottled and chaotic. It was obvious that he was like a cultivator with a shallow foundation, who was not proficient in profound techniques and was eager for quick success, and who had taken too many elixirs, causing this state.

Li Yuan was filled with doubt and confusion. He felt that as long as he exerted all his strength, he could expel the strange phenomenon from his body, but he hesitated for a moment and held back.

Because Li Yuan has always been cautious, he would be very concerned if any of his fellow brothers had any physical contact with him, for fear of being ambushed.

But in the past few years, he has not had any contact with anyone, except that day on Linchi Peak, when the ancestor patted him on the shoulder!

After a period of inner struggle, he finally decided to trust the ancestor for once. After all, if the ancestor wanted to harm him, he would have been killed long ago without leaving any bones. There was no need to use this method to plot against him.

He took a gamble, betting that the ancestor was doing this for his own good and had left him a backup plan.

"Hide your abilities and wait for the right time to act. If you want to become a big tree, don't compete with the grass."

The two sentences that the ancestor said to him back then echoed in Li Yuan's heart, making him more determined in his thoughts.

Flying high in the sky, after Li Yuan figured all this out, he had already arrived at Wangyuan Peak.

He descended from the clouds, but found that the entire peak was very deserted, with only a few people.

Patriarch Wang, Peak Master Wang Qiu, Peak Master Chen Guan, and Li Yunming.

In addition, there were two Taoists, one male and one female, wearing mountain Taoist robes embroidered with golden cloud patterns. They both looked to be around thirty years old and looked like ordinary mortals.

Li Yuan didn't dare to look any further, and hurriedly took his luggage to pay his respects, saying, "Greetings, ancestor!"

"Get up." Wang Xun forced a smile on his face with only one eye left, and said, "Sir, these are the two most talented people in my sect in the past sixty years."

"Master, how can someone who can't even take three of my moves be compared with me?" Li Yunming looked at Li Yuan in surprise and said dissatisfiedly.

"How dare you! How can I allow you to talk nonsense in front of the Lord of the Sect?" Wang Xun's face darkened and he scolded.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Wang, you dare to show your disciple like this? Do you think my Linglong Sect is a low-ranking sect that accepts all kinds of people?" The man in gold clothes sneered and raised his hand. A sharp force like diamond clamped Li Yuan tightly and lifted him into the air. The feeling of suffocation on his neck made Li Yuan struggle with fear on his face. He pinched his neck with both hands, trying to pull something away from his neck.

"Sir, calm down! Sir, calm down!" Wang Xun smiled bitterly and said, "The mountains and wilderness cannot compare to the dragons and phoenixes of the upper clan. I hope you will show some mercy."

"Hmph, if you encounter such rubbish again next time, don't even think about getting a place in my Linglong Sect." The man in gold clothes raised his hand with disdain, but let go for the sake of Patriarch Wang. Li Yuan immediately lost weight and fell to the ground, breathing heavily, protecting his neck with horror on his face.

But the coldness in his heart was suppressed tightly and not revealed at all.

"Come here, kid. Let me see your qualifications."

The man in gold clothes said again.

Li Yunming walked forward excitedly, raised his hand and looked at him expectantly.

The man in gold stretched out his hand to grasp his pulse, and a red-gold color spread to Li Yunming's body. After only a few breaths, he said in surprise: "Top-grade earth!"

"What? The land is of top quality?" The woman in gold clothes who had never spoken could not help but exclaimed: "How can such a poor land have such high talent? Bai Zhen, are you mistaken?"

"Impossible. How could my [Golden Hua Feisha] be wrong in sensing the root bone?" The man called Bai Zhen said in surprise: "Okay, okay, Li Yunming, right? From now on, you will be the inner disciple of my Linglong Sect. As for the true disciple, it will depend on which mountain you choose and then you can be awarded."

"True disciple? Can I really become a true disciple?" Li Yunming said in surprise.

"Of course." The golden-clothed woman gave him a rare smile. "My sect is divided into six mountains, four halls and one sect. Each of the six mountains has its own sect. There are at least five or six true practitioners on each mountain. They teach their true disciples by example. If you join our Linglong sect, you will definitely have a smooth career in the future!"

Wang Xun looked unhappy, but he could only force a smile, "In this case, I hope you two adults can take good care of Ming'er. He has a bad temper and might cause trouble."

“Hmph, Wang Xun, I’ll let you off this time for the sake of your superior earth-grade spiritual roots. It’s fine if you don’t accept the girl from the Qian family. But if there’s a next time, there won’t be a spot for her.” Bai Zhen’s eyes showed no sign of concealing the coldness, and he didn’t care about Wang Xun’s face at all.

"Yes! Yes! I will remember your teachings, sir." Wang Xun hunched his back without a trace of anger.

Li Yuan stood on the ground behind everyone, remembering this evil man named Bai Zhen in his heart, and at the same time felt sorry for Patriarch Wang. No one would be willing to give up the talented disciple they had worked so hard to get to others.

A top-grade earth-grade spiritual root is an almost certain way to establish a true foundation for cultivation. As long as the path goes smoothly, there will even be a chance to reach the highest level.

"Let's go, follow us into the Linglong Sect, and one day you'll build your Taoist foundation and master the nine magical powers. How majestic!" Bai Zhen said to Li Yunming with great admiration.

"I hope you two can wait for a while. After all, the relationship between me and Master comes first." Li Yunming lifted his long skirt and knelt in front of Wang Xun, saying, "I cannot serve Master, so I hope Master will take care of himself! I bid you farewell!"

After saying this, he kowtowed three times in a row, and when he raised his head, his forehead was already glowing red.

Wang Xun narrowed his single eye even more, and said, "I will build the foundation of Taoism in the future. When I have achieved the immortal path, I will come back to visit."

"If the disciple has time, he will return."

Li Yunming said goodbye, got on the cloud of the two Taoists in golden robes, and left without looking back.

Watching the three people leave and walk farther and farther away, Wang Xun's hunched back bent three points even more, and suddenly disappeared in front of them.

Only the spring flowers all over the mountain looked wilted and seemed about to wither.

Chen Guan sighed: "[Jinhua Feisha] withers when it meets wood, conquers spring and benefits autumn, nourishes the instrument and hides its form, it really lives up to its reputation.

Even if this true cultivator has completely absorbed his energy, after just one visit, the flowers on Wangyuan Peak will never bloom again."

Wang Qiu shook his head. "The wonders of true cultivation are beyond our reach. Well, Junior Brother Li Yuan, I'm sorry to have frightened you. You'll be fine from now on."

Li Yuan pretended to be frightened and turned away in panic.

But he was still thinking in his heart, could it be that Patriarch Wang was worried that he would snatch Li Yunming's place in Linglong Shangzong for deep cultivation? So he used this secret method to make his spiritual power mottled and impure?
But it was obvious that Patriarch Wang Xun was not willing to let Li Yunming go. After all, such a great genius, if kept in the mountain gate for training, would definitely be able to pass on the true cultivation to the next generation.

He shook his head, returned to his own courtyard, and rubbed the redness and swelling on his neck. The Yuan Shui could dissolve the Jin, and it didn't take long for the swelling to heal.

But at that time, Bo Zhen's attitude towards him was like that of an ant, and he never even looked at him. Crushing him to death was like really crushing an ant to death.

This is true cultivation, which has an insurmountable and unbridgeable gap between it and the Qi-refining cultivators.

At this moment, Li Yuan truly understood why the four forces in Guangyuan Mountains determined the ranking of each family based on the number of their true practitioners.

Only when you face the real cultivation in person, you will know how terrifying it is. The first time I saw the old ancestor Yuhe take action to suppress the Ten Thousand Crows in Sorrow Cloud Mountain, I was more shocked, but it was far less terrifying than today when I personally faced the real cultivation.

Li Yuanhui lay in the chair, drinking cup after cup of spring tea. He didn't know how many pots he had drunk before he finally calmed down his troubled heart.

In the future, he will become a true cultivator, so why should I be afraid of him? If I am insulted today, I will pay it back a hundredfold tomorrow!
Li Yuan's belief became firm again, and he devoted himself madly to cultivation.

He devoted himself completely to his training, and only after three years did he gradually realize that it was time to do his housework.

Li Yuan woke up from his meditation in the courtyard, calculated the time, then stood up and flew away to the Lingfeng Hall.

The person on duty this time was Elder Huang, whom I had met several times before. He was wearing a dark yellow gown and was very conspicuous.

"Junior Brother Li, it's been a long time. If you don't come soon, I'll send someone to urge you."

The smile on Elder Huang's face didn't seem fake, and he pointed to a list of names.

Li Yuan knew that he was saying that he had no use for hinting at doing chores, so he smiled back and said, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Senior Brother Huang. You were so engrossed in your cultivation that you forgot about time.

Is there anything else you can pick up?"

"Yes, there are only seven or eight left." Elder Huang pointed to a spiritual list behind him. The ones with flashing light on them meant that no one had done it yet.

Li Yuan looked around and found a position that suited him, so he said, "Brother Huang, let me take care of the Sutra Library!"

"The Sutra Library?" Elder Huang's short beard twitched as he reminded him, "Junior Brother Li, this isn't the Sutra Library! This is the Sutra Library!"

"Haha, of course I know that." Li Yuan said with a smile: "The Sutra Library only has some ancient books and classics, no secret techniques, but it is quiet and peaceful."

"Well, it seems that Junior Brother Li's lonely personality cannot be changed.

This is the guarding formation of the Sutra Library. Every time a disciple borrows a book from it, he needs to pay one spirit stone per hour.

If you want to make more copies of the sutra, you need to pay one Lingshi for less than 1,000 characters, and one more Lingshi for every 2,000 characters. If the characters are less than 1,000, you can round them up.

Then, you will need to record the daily situation for future reference."

(End of this chapter)