The ancestor is incompetent!

Chapter 68 Division
A thousand miles of wilderness, all trees are green, there is no sun or moon in the wasteland, and there are no birds or animals in the woods.

Li Yuan found a piece of wood and made it into a bench.

He also built a small courtyard with magical bamboo, a bamboo house with a bamboo fence, which was simple but clean.

He slowly calmed down and began his solitary practice.

Dozens of kinds of flowers are planted under the fence, green, red, yellow and purple, often blooming on all sides.

Because wherever he is, it is spring.

A month later, Li Yuan, who was practicing, suddenly opened his eyes. Two purple butterflies flapped their wings, flew up and landed on his shoulders.

There is a faint fragrance in the nose, which makes people feel relaxed and happy, and even want to sniff it more unconsciously.

“Fragrant Fantasy Butterfly.

I didn’t expect these two little guys to survive.”

Li Yuan smiled and stretched out his hand. Two butterflies landed on his fingertips. Their wings flapped slowly, flashing a faint blue. They were also a kind of rare insect in the world.

Thinking of this, he flew up, came to a low and dark slope, and stopped in front of several ancient trees covered with fluorescent lights.

“The mysterious spiritual tree, the Heavenly Dream Tree!
I am curious about what it will be like for you to grow to maturity with this tree. Go ahead."

As soon as he stretched out his hand, two spirit butterflies excitedly flew to the ancient tree, lying among the branches and leaves, slowly flapping their wings, absorbing the fluorescent light on the tree.

He got this pair of fragrant fantasy butterflies from Madam Yun's storage bag in the Baili Secret Collection. This butterfly has the ability to track and reveal hidden objects. It is said that the mature form can even make people dream and kill people invisibly.

However, this pair of Psylockes seemed to be somewhat weak due to congenital deficiencies.

Li Yuan could only let them grow slowly and wait and see the results.

He returned to the bamboo house and began to meditate in silence, refining his true essence externally and nourishing his soul internally, gradually filling the gap in his soul.

Li Yuan carefully estimated that it would take at least seven or eight years for the injury to his soul to heal. Now he was 107 years old, and he would need to practice for another 30 years before he could enter the second level.

After another forty years of practice, he would enter the third level. If he did not suffer any injuries that would delay his practice by the age of two hundred, and if his comprehension of the supernatural powers went smoothly, he might be able to enter the fourth level and become a mid-level true practitioner.

But this situation is only the most ideal situation. In reality, he also has to guard against any changes happening in the outside world of Qi Lingmen. In addition, when he breaks through the fourth level, he will need to return to the outside world to break through. The risk is so great that he has to be prepared in advance.

Moreover, each progress after the fourth turn would take hundreds of years to achieve, and the shackles of the seventh turn were even more difficult to break. He might die before he could reach the seventh turn.

He still needs to practice methods to prolong his life and perform techniques to defy the will of heaven, but once he steps out of the World of Ten Thousand Trees, the dangers he will encounter will be even more terrifying.

Li Yuan was thinking about his future in his mind. For a man with average spiritual roots and character, it was already a blessing from heaven that he could become a true cultivator. Many true cultivators on Nanjue Island who had achieved breakthroughs in their spiritual roots and character had this idea.

Because they knew how difficult it was for their spiritual roots to make further progress. The time and energy spent on this and even the risks they encountered were too uneconomical, so it would be better to practice peacefully and enjoy the five or six hundred years, which would be worth it.

Therefore, most of the true cultivators who died on Nanjue Island were at the third level. There were also some who managed to break through to the fourth level before death and lived for another thirty to fifty years.

But Li Yuan has put in so much effort, and with the Wanmu Realm, a cave paradise, and the secret skills passed down, would he be worthy of himself and this great opportunity if he doesn't climb up and take a look at a higher realm?

……

Qi Ling Gate.

The Dharmakaya Li Yuan in the courtyard was lying leisurely on a chair, with a cup of fragrant spiritual tea brewing in it on the stone table beside him. He felt a little tired after reading a book, so he covered his face with the book and took a nap.

Chen Ming also nestled in the osmanthus tree, calling lazily once or twice. Half asleep and half awake day after day, flowers bloom and fall year after year.

He actually felt comfortable living such a leisurely life. As long as he didn't think about climbing up, everything would naturally relax.

"Ding Ling~"

Wind chimes rang outside the courtyard, and Shen Ming let out a strange cry, waking up the half-asleep Li Yuan. He scanned the courtyard with his mind, smiled, stood up, opened the courtyard door, and said with a cupped hand: "Congratulations to fellow Taoist for cultivating supernatural powers!"

The person who came stepped into the courtyard, wearing a long gown with bits of silver, a ring and a pendant around his waist, and holding a half-jade and half-silver ruyi in his hand, he looked so noble that people could not help but give way to him.

"My name is Su Yao, nice to meet you, Fellow Daoist Li. I'd like to ask you to give me a place to stay."

"It's just a piece of cake." Li Yuan smiled and looked at him. He felt that his true energy was stable and his breath was long. He thought that he had consolidated his foundation and entered the first level. So he asked:

"What plans do you have for the future, fellow Daoist?"

"I have an important responsibility to pass down the Taoist tradition. However, I know very little about the Guangyuan Mountains, and it is not easy to establish a sect, so I have come to ask for advice from fellow Taoists."

Although Su Yao looked noble, he spoke in a simple and approachable manner and asked him for advice sincerely.

"Fellow Daoist Su, why don't you stay in our sect for a while longer? Once you have completed all the preparations, you can set up your own sect and have fewer worries." Li Yuan tried to persuade him to stay.

After all, having one more true magic practitioner in the sect would bring intimidation that is far beyond what his mental abilities could bring.

Moreover, the [Silver Hook and Golden Beam] that Su Yao cultivated was quite mysterious, secretly matching the two earth powers of Wu and Chen, and was best suited to the image of golden swords, a sign of the battle between swords and swords facing the light. "This..." Su Yao hesitated for a moment, but still said: "Why don't I prepare first and choose a place that is suitable for friendship and help with your family. Then our two families can support each other."

If Su Yao wants to establish a sect in Guangyuan Mountains, he must not be an outsider, otherwise the other three families will never allow another sect to encroach on their fixed interests.

Therefore, Su Yao can only be a disciple of Qi Ling Sect, and he can only start a new business by himself so that the other three sects can watch from the sidelines.

The Qi Ling Sect and he will definitely be inseparable allies in the long run, and maybe they will stage a big drama, like Xue Yin Valley and Xiao Xia Mountain, who are enemies on the surface but together actually.

As long as Su Yao can gain a firm foothold, accept disciples, and establish a mountain sect, he should be able to hold on with the foundation of Xiaoxia Mountain and the support of Xueyin Valley.

Li Yuan thought about it for a long time and finally nodded in agreement.

"Friend Li, you are familiar with the Guangyuan Mountains. Do you know any place within a thousand miles that is suitable to be a mountain gate?"

Su Yao pondered and said, "Our two families must not be too far apart, but also not too close, so that we can watch over each other."

"I have already found several places for you, fellow Taoist." Li Yuan smiled and stretched out his hand, and a scroll unfolded, on which was engraved a geomancy map of the Guangyuan Mountains.

“Here, more than 1,300 miles south of Qi Ling Gate, a group of casual cultivators have taken over this place and used it as a cave residence. There is also some kind of gold-type spiritual vein in this place.

Although the spiritual energy is a little weak, once the mountain gate is built, Fellow Daoist Su, you can use your magical powers to transfer the spiritual energy of the earth veins, and it can also be used for the sect's inheritance.

There is also a place eight hundred miles north of Qi Ling Gate. Although the spiritual energy here is good, the place is a bit small and is close to the territory of Qingfeng Pavilion.

As well as the area south of the Wang family west of Qilingmen, this area is quite good, but unfortunately it is too close to the Wang family of Tongshan.

Daoist friend, do you think there is a suitable place?"

Su Yao smiled and glanced at him, "Brother Li, don't you sincerely want me to choose the south?

But what’s the benefit?”

Li Yuan's expression remained unchanged, and he said truthfully: "To be honest, there are some conflicts between our sect and Dusha Dao.

Daoist friend’s fate is precious, you can sit in the south to suppress evil and reduce evil, which is most beneficial to Qi Lingmen in terms of the layout of the land veins. "

"Haha, so that's how it is." Su Yao was not angry, he just said: "It's all because of that evil guy, other people are afraid of him, but I am not afraid.

Then I will go investigate first, and then discuss the details with you in detail."

"Then fellow Daoist, please do not use your magical powers lightly. There are many independent cultivators in Caiping Mountain who are suitable to be accepted as disciples and used as subordinates." Li Yuan reminded.

"That's true, but there are good and bad among the independent cultivators. I'm afraid I'll have to spend more time to sort them out. This is troublesome." Su Yao frowned and continued, "After all, loyalty is the most important, but it's hard to tell the human heart."

"This isn't difficult." Li Yuan smiled and held out a talisman. "Fellow Daoist Su, just hold this talisman and ask him. All his ill intentions will disappear."

Su Yao took the talisman, noticed the magic in it and laughed: "I forgot that Fellow Daoist Li is the best at this. With this talisman, it will be much easier."

The two discussed in detail for a while before Su Yao got up and left.

Su Yao passed through the strong wind layer and landed on a hilltop in just half an incense stick of time.

Looking around, there are continuous mountains all around, one of which is particularly tall. There are some scattered houses built on it, and even many mortals walking in the mountains.

Su Yao looked around for a moment, then landed in the mountain. He used his magical powers to sense the spiritual energy of the ground. After a long while, he spoke: "It is indeed good. Although the spiritual energy is a little poor, the terrain is wide and suitable for gathering energy. It can also open up the mountain and establish the Dao."

He pointed his hand toward the sky, and saw clouds falling from the mountain, scattering drops of gold and silver.

Su Yao picked up the talisman given by Li Yuan and stuck it on the clouds. Then he saw golden and silver rain and fog falling within a radius of several hundred feet. The wandering cultivators in the mountains rushed out of their caves, and came to him, distracted by the gorgeous colors.

"Tsk tsk, the mind power is really useful. When it comes to governing a clan, it is much stronger than the magic power."

Su Yao praised and then took off the talisman. The greed in the eyes of more than 20 casual cultivators in front of him slowly faded away, and they regained consciousness. Seeing the unfathomable young man in front of them, they were terrified.

"I am a true cultivator of the Qiling Sect, and I want to establish my own sect. Are you willing to join me?"

Su Yao looked at the people in front of him with a smile, examining them.

After a brief thought, the cultivators all bowed down. One of the old Taoists said, "Thanks to the mercy of our ancestor, we are willing to bow down and serve you like a dog and a horse!"

Su Yao nodded with a smile and said, "Yes, the independent cultivators are really on the right track. In the future, as long as you follow the true cultivators, you will be the elders of the sect, and naturally you will get benefits!"

When everyone heard this, they all bowed down happily. After all, the hard life of a casual cultivator is really hard, and it is not as stable and wealthy as the disciples of a sect. If possible, no one would choose to be a casual cultivator, lonely and drifting, with no one to rely on.

Su Yao smiled and stretched out his hand to pick up a stone. The gold and silver colors in the sky gathered together and imprinted on the stone, turning into three words.

"Yinque Mountain."

(End of this chapter)