Immortals of the End Times

Chapter 211, pages 253-254: The Twin Sword Formations, the Perilous Situation of the Spirit Platform, the Guest Elder of the Wang Family, and the Spirit Vein Cave (Two-in-One)

In the dream perspective linked by the Dream Marriage Technique, the moment the true blood of the cauldron came into contact with the phantom of Xiang Yu.

It crumbled on its own, like a subject meeting his ruler, with the blood pact runes disintegrating layer by layer.

"Indeed, they are mutually destructive!" Zhao Wuji realized.

The royal blood pact is based on the mixed blood of the Overlord, while the phantom of Xiang Yu is derived from the real head of Xiang Yu, so it can naturally restrain him.

He immediately stopped the breaking action and allowed the remaining blood pact to reform.

Now that it has been confirmed that the solution is possible, there is no need to alert the enemy.

Zhao Wuji withdrew the intimidating aura of Xiang Yu and was completely relieved: "With this trump card, even if something unexpected happens after I join the royal family, I can still escape unscathed."

Just as he finished doing all this, the jade talisman at his waist suddenly trembled.

Yan Lan's voice came from the jade talisman: "Good nephew, you run away so fast! You didn't even give your uncle a single acupuncture treatment before leaving?"

Zhao Wuji chuckled, a slight smile playing on his lips. Just as he was about to make a hand seal in response, another communication jade talisman for the cave master at his waist suddenly lit up with spiritual light.

"Ok?"

He scanned the area with his divine sense and discovered that it was Wang Zheng from the Wang family who had sent the message through a long-distance communication array, asking if he would be willing to accept the summons to be a guest minister.

"Heh... Lan Canghai's boasting actually had an effect."

The thought flashed through his mind, but he did not reply to the Wang family immediately. Instead, he first made a hand seal to respond to Yan Lan: "Uncle-Master, please cultivate in peace."

When I return, I hope you will have reached a state of perfect tranquility.

"At that time, I will administer acupuncture to assist you, and together we will participate in the inner cultivation technique."

"Hmph! You make it sound like you're going to be gone for a long time."

Yan Lan laughed and scolded, but her tone softened a bit, "That sword fanatic Xiao Chenzhou has left. Before he left, he sat in front of the cliff for three days. Be careful when you go to the Wang family."

The last sentence was like a feather brushing past, instantly overshadowed by her usual sharp tongue: "If you come back missing an arm or a leg, your senior uncle won't bother picking you up!"

"rest assured!"

Zhao Wuji stroked the lingering spiritual energy on the jade talisman, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He took out the cave master's communication token, infused it with spiritual power, and sent a message to Wang Zheng, who had just sent the message.

"Thank you for the invitation, Envoy Wang. I am willing to give it a try."

After sending the message, he chuckled and put away the talisman, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Therefore, it's better for the Wang family to take the initiative to invite them than for me to eagerly offer myself up.

That was a brilliant move!
He stepped out of the attic and glanced around.

Then, one could see that the medicine boy Xiaoyue in the spirit field was surrounded by spiritual energy, and her aura had reached the mid-stage of the fourth level of Qi Induction, while Xiaoya had also stepped into the second level.

"Not bad!"

He nodded slightly, rolled up his sleeves, and uttered a word of encouragement:
"You two must continue your diligent practice without slacking off."

As soon as he finished speaking, he transformed into a streak of light and flew out of the Pot Heaven space.

Six days later, in the capital of the Xuanming Dynasty.

Six sacred mountains, like giant dragons, coil around and guard the royal city. Their majestic peaks seem to exude a dragon's aura.

Looking into the distance, amidst the swirling clouds and mist, one could see cultivators riding their escape lights and magical artifacts streaking across the sky, sharing the city with ordinary people and their carriages, creating a scene reminiscent of immortals and mortals living together.

Zhao Wuji arrived on the wind, his gaze sweeping over the magnificent city.

Occasionally, cultivators would fly over the capital, some riding magical artifacts, others riding spirit birds, their robes fluttering and their auras mixed.

Some rogue cultivators carried sword cases on their backs, looking hurried.

There were also groups of royal family cultivators patrolling, their armor cold and their eyes sharp as lightning.

The city's markets were bustling, and there was even a "Spiritual Item Market" specifically for cultivators to trade. Although there was no real spiritual energy permeating the area, the thin spiritual aura emitted by the six immortal mountains made it much better than the desolate and impoverished state of the outside world during the Dharma-ending Age.

"A fleeting prosperity built on the strength of the Wang family."

Zhao Wuji thought to himself.

These cultivators were only attracted by the resources gathered by the Wang family. They would stay briefly, trade resources, and then leave.

In this degenerate age, no one wants to linger in a spiritually barren environment.

He subtly spread his divine sense, and several hidden auras in the city resonated with him.

Further away in Feilong Mountain, there are seven or eight more.

It was the Xuanjia puppet that he secretly controlled.

These puppets are lurking throughout the capital, some among the common people, and some have even infiltrated the royal family's inner circle.

"This dynasty's appearance is indeed just as the puppet's dream had shown."

Zhao Wuji remained calm, showing no surprise at the scene before him.

The capital city, surrounded by six mountains, is nothing more than a mirage in the Dharma-ending Age.

If there is no revival of spiritual energy in the future, with the collapse of the Wang family, those flying cultivators and bustling markets will ultimately be nothing more than a fleeting moment.

His purpose in coming here was to tear open a gap in this magnificent scene and seize resources.
He did not enter the city, but instead flew to Flying Dragon Mountain.

From afar, Wang Zheng, dressed in a python robe, stood at the foot of Flying Dragon Mountain, his right pupil gleaming with a strange red-gold light, waiting with his hands behind his back.

"Master Zhao, how have you been?"

Wang Zheng laughed and greeted him, his dragon pattern appearing and disappearing as his python robe fluttered. "I heard that your swordsmanship has improved again. The Blue Cave Master of Haishan Cave Heaven has praised you highly. He is now a guest of my Wang family."

Upon meeting again, Wang Zheng, the former envoy, was clearly much more courteous.

Zhao Wuji smiled and cupped his hands in greeting: "Your Excellency flatters me. It was merely a random discovery at the Sword Tomb, nothing worth mentioning."

"The duties of an envoy are a thing of the past, so there's no need to mention them again."

Wang Zheng laughed heartily, his right pupil narrowing slightly as if trying to see through Zhao Wuji's true nature. However, he only sensed that Zhao Wuji's aura was as condensed as an abyss, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow: "Mid-stage of the Concentration Realm? It seems that the three Moon Essence Spirit Mushrooms that the Flower Clan Sister gave you were not wasted."

He turned and led the way, flicking out a crimson-gold command arrow from his sleeve. "Flying Dragon Mountain has prepared a cave dwelling. Tomorrow at Chenshi (7-9 AM), Elder Shouyue will personally conduct the assessment for you."

The two walked up the mountain stone steps shrouded in mist, surrounded by a spiritual atmosphere.

Occasionally, when they encountered some cultivators, they would immediately bow upon seeing Wang Zheng's figure, and then they would also glance at Zhao Wuji, who was personally received by Wang Zheng.

Zhao Wuji's gaze swept over the faint array patterns on the mountainside, and he suddenly said, "Actually, I came here this time intending to break through the ranks with my mastery of array formations."

"Oh?"

Wang Zheng paused, his double pupils suddenly brightening, "Is that the method you used to reconnect the Linlang Dragon Vein?"

Seeing Zhao Wuji nod, he clapped his hands and laughed, "Good! Elder Shouyue has been worrying about the 'Nine Dragons Locking Spirit Array' of Minglong Peak these days."

If you can demonstrate talent in formations, you'll be even more favored than someone who only relies on swordsmanship!

Reaching the guest quarters halfway up the mountain, Wang Zheng waved his sleeve and pushed open the stone door carved with the image of Baxia carrying a stele.

Inside the courtyard, a spiritual spring gurgled, and the spiritual energy of the second-level spiritual vein had condensed into a thin mist.

He stopped in front of the door and said meaningfully, "Although the spiritual energy here is not as good as the fourth-level spiritual vein of Minglong Peak, it is enough for you to adjust your breathing and prepare for battle."

"Master Zhao, don't disappoint me tomorrow. If you can establish yourself within the clan and become a guest elder, your prospects will be far better than staying in Linlang Cave Heaven."

Zhao Wuji knew that Wang Zheng probably regarded him as a trusted confidant whom he had personally promoted.

After all, he was personally appointed as the master of Linlang Cave.

"That's good, it gives the Wang family another powerful person to support them."

Zhao Wuji thought to himself, but bowed politely on the surface, "I will certainly not disappoint you, fellow Daoist!"

"Ah, very good!"

After Wang Zheng left satisfied.

As Zhao Wuji stepped into the courtyard and closed the stone door, a phantom image of Xiang Yu's head flashed across the golden patterns on his neck as he gently stroked the stone door's relief. The double pupils in his eyes flickered slightly.

In an instant, not only the array within the courtyard, but the entire array network of Flying Dragon Mountain, appeared like transparent meridians.

At the three key points of the formation in the southeast corner, there were tiny cracks, from which the dragon's energy was quietly leaking out, like an ant hole in a collapsing dam.

"I see."

A glint flashed in his eyes, and combining this with Wang Zheng's earlier mention of the unusual "Nine Dragons Locking Spirit Array" on Minglong Peak, he immediately understood.
The Wang family's Six Mountains Dragon Locking Formation is probably in disrepair over the years.

In this era of Dharma decline, array masters are scarce, and those who are proficient in them are even rarer. No wonder even the assessment of guest elders makes an exception for those who are proficient in arrays.

With his double pupils, he traced the trajectory of the dragon's energy and vaguely saw similar fluctuations in the direction of Minglong Peak.

Remembering that Hua Qingshuang was in seclusion in that secret place, Zhao Wuji's lips curled up slightly.

If one can take advantage of the opportunity to repair the formation and settle in Minglong Peak, one can not only get close to the peak master in the secret place, but also have the opportunity to go deep into the fourth-level spiritual vein to investigate the situation.

Right now, his servant, Lan Canghai, is cultivating near the fourth-level spiritual vein cave on Minglong Mountain.

Even though Lan Canghai's spirit is now under control, he still appears to be enjoying death without regret, which shows how powerful that fourth-level spiritual vein is.

"The damage to the Wang family's formation was an unexpected discovery."

He stood with his hands behind his back, and the phantom of Xiang Yu could be seen in the golden patterns on his neck.

The Overlord's double pupils, combined with his ability to see through illusions and his array-setting skills, make him more adept at discerning the flaws in arrays than ordinary array masters.

Tomorrow's assessment will be easy; simply demonstrating some formation techniques will ensure a smooth pass.

Just then, a strange psychological fluctuation suddenly arose.

"Ok?"

Zhao Wuji frowned slightly, sensing the distress signal from Wei Ding, the master of the White Bone Cave.

He immediately made a hand seal and observed the past through the perspective of a dream.

In the dream, Wei Ding was in a pitch-black environment.

There seemed to be a howling wind all around. Although he was not seriously injured, he seemed to be trapped in it and could not get out. He could only barely protect himself with the White Bone Netherworld Claw.

"An array? There's definitely something strange about Lingtai Mountain..."

Zhao Wuji's gaze darkened slightly as he recalled the precedent of Xinghe Daoren's possession.

This formation is sinister and unpredictable, and could not have been set up by an ordinary cultivator. It is very likely some kind of restriction left behind by Huangfu Mi of the Western Jin Dynasty.

"Wei Ding is alright for now, so there's no need to rush to rescue him. Let's observe him first."

After a moment's thought, he decided to prioritize the affairs of the Wang family.

After all, the wicked Lord of the White Bone Cave did not become his servant willingly; he was only temporarily under his control and was just trying to keep himself alive.

However, the Wang family's affairs concern a fourth-level spiritual vein, the Overlord's True Blood, and even the future plans for the revival of spiritual energy.

"It won't be too late to investigate Lingtai Mountain after I become a guest of the Wang family."

He withdrew from the dream perspective, returned to his room, and began drinking and cultivating, absorbing the spiritual energy dissipating from the second-level spiritual veins in the surrounding air to consolidate his cultivation and prepare to face the Wang family's assessment in the best possible condition.

The Yin-Yang Beads displayed his current cultivation level.

Immortal cultivation level: Late stage of Condensation (1321/9999)

Martial Immortal Cultivation: Early Stage of Martial Courage (72/3000)

After consuming and refining the Sword Heart Pill last time, it only helped him condense and increase his spiritual power by about 1,600 strands.

The higher one's cultivation level, the purer the spiritual energy required.

Only the purest spiritual power can continuously refine the divine sense, ultimately achieving the ultimate sublimation of spiritual power and divine sense at the Golden Core stage.

That's why the difficulty of cultivation is increasing.

Even a precious pill like the Sword Heart Pill from the Qilin Sword Sect wouldn't allow him to achieve success overnight.

"The last time I failed to condense the Lesser Golden Core, I lacked the necessary foundation."

"Now we have a stronger foundation, but it's still not enough."

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his eyes gleaming.

"Let's make use of the Wang family's resources first and consolidate our gains for a while."

There's no need to rush.

Zhao Wuji pondered, observing the hundred-zhang-long Hutian space with his divine sense, "If the area of ​​the Hutian space were doubled, it should be enough to take in the depleted spiritual veins of Haishan Cave Heaven."

He has already put Bai Chengshang in charge of the Haishan Cave, tasking him with collecting resources from the East China Sea.

Actually, having a resource point for collecting resources is not bad.

Unfortunately, the Hai Shan Cave Heaven has already been targeted by the Penglai Sword Pavilion and will be taken down sooner or later.

Therefore, he should take advantage of the fact that Penglai Sword Pavilion has occupied Haishan Cave Heaven before he can extract the spiritual veins of Haishan Cave Heaven.

"The Pot Heaven Technique is about to be upgraded, and perhaps the area of ​​the Pot Heaven space will also increase."

With this in mind, Zhao Wuji stopped thinking about it. He lightly touched the sobering stone with the tip of his tongue and, taking advantage of the lingering effects of the alcohol, began to circulate his cultivation technique.

The following day at Chenshi (7-9 AM), at the Feilong Mountain assessment site.

When Zhao Wuji received Wang Zheng's message and rode the wind through the morning dew to the bluestone square, he saw a thin cultivator in a gray robe making hand seals and calculating in front of the array plate.

The man had a scar at the corner of his eye, and his spiritual energy flowed like threads through the array patterns at the tip of his finger, but was repeatedly repelled by the force of the counterattack, and fine sweat had already seeped from his forehead.

"Failed again."

The gray-robed cultivator gritted his teeth and muttered, as a thin crack appeared in the array flag hidden in his sleeve.

"coming!"

On the surrounding stands, Wang Zheng stood up and smiled. Beside him were two Wang family stewards who were witnessing the event, both of whom were sizing up Zhao Wuji.

"Master Chen, please rest." Wang Shouyue, an elder of the Wang family, stood with his hands behind his back under the Nine Dragon Pillar, his Overlord Spear resting on his knees. He said to the gray-robed cultivator beside him, "This is Master Linlang, Zhao Wuji, who has come to take the assessment today."

The gray-robed cultivator suddenly looked up, glanced at Zhao Wuji, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

Zhao Wuji clasped his hands in greeting, but the other party snorted coldly and turned his face away, clearly regarding him as a competitor.

"I heard from Lan Canghai of Haishan Cave Heaven that Master Zhao's sword control skills are superb."

Wang Shouyue, with his long, gray eyebrows and piercing eyes, smiled slightly.

"According to the rules of my Wang family, this time we are only recruiting guest elders who are late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators."

He paused, then added, "But if someone has exceptional skill in formations and weapon crafting, even a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator can be exempted from this requirement."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Shouyue suddenly grinned, his dark blue robe fluttering without wind: "However, since you are from the Linlang Grotto Heaven, the conditions can be relaxed a bit more."

If your swordsmanship and swordsmanship are truly exceptional, an exception may be made!

Sword cultivators are all people with formidable combat power.

The Wang family recruits guest elders to cultivate invincible cultivators like Hua Lengyun, who are below the Golden Core stage and have reached the Perfection of the Spirit Condensation realm, as their weapons.

Naturally, sword cultivators with superb sword control skills are also welcome to join.

"Thank you for your kindness, elder!"

Zhao Wuji raised his hand in a gesture of respect, and then the two of them flew together onto the central cylindrical arena.

"Master Zhao, please!"

Wang Shouyue suddenly flicked his finger, and nine dragon patterns burst forth from the tip of the spear, transforming into a cage.

The domineering pressure, imbued with the power of perfect concentration, crashed down!
The air exploded, and the bluestone of the arena trembled!
Compared to yesterday's encounter with Lan Canghai, his power was three times greater.

"Zheng!"

As Zhao Wuji drew his sword technique, the Cold Soul Flying Sword trembled like a cicada's chirp the instant it was launched.

He didn't move, but his sword light was like a thunderbolt splitting the sky, cleaving a sliver of light in the sky before the dragon-patterned cage closed.

The sound of sword energy piercing the air was like a thunderclap, causing the teacups in the spectator stands to vibrate.

"Sword Qi and Thunderous Sound! His improvement within that sword tomb was so great?"

Wang Zheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

But the sword light, its momentum undiminished, pierced the sun like a white rainbow, fiercely meeting the domineering spear force that Wang Shouyue was thrusting at!
"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!"

The moment the sword light collided with the spear's edge, dozens of lightning-like sword shadows were created.

Each one was accompanied by blinding lightning, as if divine punishment had descended upon the world!
Thunderous sounds rolled on and on, and sword shadows raged like a mad dragon, shattering the incoming spear force inch by inch!
"break!"

Zhao Wuji pointed his sword.

All the lightning sword lights suddenly converged and merged into one, transforming into a blazing white lightning bolt that pierced through the heavens and earth, the tip of the sword striking the tip of the Overlord Spear!
With a clang, metal exploded.

The cone-shaped shockwave generated by the rapid compression of the two spiritual energies spread outwards.

The Overlord Spear suddenly bent into a breathtaking arc before bouncing back.

Wang Shouyue's gray hair and beard moved without wind, his dark blue robe rustled, and his eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

He suddenly grabbed the returning Overlord Spear, slowly lowered his head, and saw a hair-like mark on the tip of the spear. He immediately understood.

This Zhao Wuji actually nurtured this flying sword magic weapon to be even better than his own Overlord Spear.

"it is good!!"

Wang Shouyue clapped his hands and laughed: "Excellent! The sword energy is like thunder, even the thunderous sound is endless. This sword alone is enough."

Before he could finish speaking, the gray-robed cultivator suddenly bit his tongue, spraying blood mist onto the array plate.

The previously stagnant array patterns suddenly twisted and rearranged, barely managing to fill the gap left by Wang Shouyue's "Nine Palaces Spirit Locking Array".

"It's done!"

The gray-robed cultivator staggered to his feet and immediately looked at Wang Shouyue with delight, "Elder Wang, I have not failed you. Although I am not skilled in combat, this improved second-order spirit-locking array is sufficient."

"Oh?"

Wang Shouyue's gaze swept over the gap in the array that the gray-robed cultivator had repaired, and his brows furrowed slightly.
Although the Nine Palaces Spirit Locking Array was barely completed, the array patterns were as messy as a spider web, and the flow of spiritual energy was sometimes sluggish, clearly only barely meeting the standard.

"Master Chen has indeed filled the gap."

The old man stroked his beard and pondered, his gaze shifting between Zhao Wuji and the gray-robed cultivator.

If two people are hired at the same time, only two guest positions will remain, which would be too hasty.

Just as he was hesitating, a steward in the spectator stands suddenly transmitted his voice: "Elder, Chen, the formation master, was personally recommended by the second branch master's mother for this recruitment of guest elders. Those who are proficient in formations should be given priority."

Wang Zheng frowned, vaguely sensing something, and suddenly stood up, bowed to Wang Shouyue on the arena, and smiled.

"Elder, please forgive me, but in fact, Master Zhao is also skilled in setting up formations. The restoration of the dragon vein of the Linglang Cave Heaven was entirely due to his efforts!"

The gray-robed cultivator's expression immediately changed.

"Oh?" Wang Shouyue looked at Zhao Wuji with great interest. "Master Zhao, would you be willing to demonstrate your array-setting skills?"

"Since Brother Wang has recommended me, I, Zhao, will make a fool of myself in offering my services."

Zhao Wuji chuckled and put away the Cold Soul Flying Sword.

He then flew out and arrived in front of the Nine Dragons Locking Spirit Array. His gaze swept over the traces of the gray-robed cultivator's hasty repairs at the gap in the array's patterns, and he shook his head inwardly.

He casually made hand seals, his fingertips shimmering with spiritual light, and unleashed his array formation technique, precisely targeting the nodes of the array like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox.

The array patterns painstakingly laid out by the gray-robed cultivator melted away like ice and snow, and were completely destroyed in an instant.

Then, with a flick of his sleeve, spiritual energy intertwined like threads, quickly filling the gaps in the Nine Dragons Locking Spirit Array.

The array patterns rearranged, spiritual light flowed, and the entire array was completely renewed, even more stable than before.

Wang Shouyue's pupils contracted sharply, his heart filled with shock.

He himself was a formation master, but he had never seen such an exquisite formation technique.

Without destruction, there can be no construction; this can be done effortlessly.

It was as if the formation was completely at Zhao Wuji's command!

"Good! Good! Good!"

Wang Shouyue praised three times, his eyes gleaming, and immediately declared, "Master Zhao's mastery of formations is unparalleled, far surpassing anything I have ever seen! Coupled with your astonishing swordsmanship, it seems this position of guest elder is rightfully yours!"

After saying that, he took out a black dragon token from his sleeve, handed it to Zhao Wuji, and then said in a friendly tone.

"After receiving the robe and guest elder token from the Affairs Hall, Guest Elder Zhao can go to Minglong Mountain to choose a cave dwelling and enjoy cultivating in a fourth-level spiritual vein."

He paused, then said, "Perhaps... I will soon need to ask you, Guest Elder Zhao, for guidance on setting up formations."

The gray-robed cultivator beside him was pale-faced and his lips trembled, but Wang Shouyue didn't even glance at him, clearly having been completely abandoned.

"Elder, you're too kind. It's nothing to ask for your advice."

Zhao Wuji accepted the token, nodded and smiled, but he keenly sensed something was amiss.

Unlike his conversation with Lan Canghai, Wang Shouyue did not mention meeting the two family heads via telepathy.

"It seems... this royal elder already knows that I have the bloodline curse of a Cave Heaven cultivator within me."

His eyes flickered slightly as he thought to himself, "In that case, it saves the trouble of a blood pact."

"Hahaha, congratulations, Master Zhao! No, you should be called Guest Elder Zhao now!"

On the viewing platform, Wang Zheng laughed and stood up. His python robe fluttered as he flew down from the platform and strode over, solemnly bowing to Zhao Wuji.

His right pupil gleamed with a strange crimson-gold light, and a hint of self-satisfaction lingered in his eyes.

Zhao Wuji was personally recommended by him, and now that he has successfully passed the test, he is naturally considered a confidant of Wang Zheng's faction.

Zhao Wuji smiled and returned the greeting: "It's all thanks to Brother Wang Dao's help."

"Easy to say, easy to say!"

Wang Zheng clapped his hands and laughed, the dragon pattern on his python robe gleaming coldly in the sunlight. "I'll take you out to meet people in Guang another day, so you can get to know some people. If you, Zhao Keqing, can perform meritorious service for the family in the future..."

He suddenly lowered his voice and said meaningfully, "Don't forget that it was I who recommended you back then."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly; he naturally understood the deeper meaning in Wang Zheng's words. This was a test of his loyalty, a test of whether the bloodline curse within him was still under control.

"Don't worry, Brother Wang." He smiled calmly, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings.

Several Wang family stewards stepped forward one after another to offer their congratulations, their faces beaming with smiles, but their eyes held a scrutinizing gaze.

These old foxes are polite on the surface, but they're probably already plotting something else in their hearts.

Zhao Wuji responded calmly and drifted away amidst a chorus of half-hearted compliments.

Want to control him?
Coincidentally, he also wanted to control the Wang family's spiritual veins in the future.

Half an hour later, Zhao Wuji had received the supplies and changed into a dark blue robe, the dragon pattern embroidered on the cuffs gleaming coldly.

He weighed the storage bag in his hand slightly.

Among them was an ancient spirit stone, a bottle of Concentration Pills, and this storage bag, which could be considered a welcoming gift as a guest elder.

He couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement, "The Wang family is truly wealthy and powerful. Where did they get all these resources?"

He strolled out of the office.

Several members of the Wang family's collateral branches stopped and bowed along the way, their eyes filled with both awe and envy.

Those who wear the dark blue robes of guest elders and possess the Black Dragon Token are all guest elders of the clan, whose status is no less prestigious than that of the clan elders.

Zhao Wuji did not linger at Feilong Mountain.

He made a hand seal and rose into the air, his robes fluttering in the wind, heading straight for Minglong Mountain.

Upon seeing the Black Dragon Order radiating intense light, the two rows of guards at the mountain gate immediately made way.

Upon entering the mountain, a rich spiritual energy surges in like a tide, and every breath feels like drinking nectar.

Zhao Wuji felt the illusory core in his dantian spinning spontaneously, greedily absorbing the pure spiritual energy of the fourth-level spiritual vein, and he was astonished.

"The spiritual energy concentration of this Wang family's fourth-level spiritual vein is actually much stronger than that of the half-depleted fourth-level spiritual vein in the Tiannan Secret Realm."

Greetings, Senior Zhao.

A radiant woman in a pale yellow silk dress arrived on a cloud upon hearing the news. Her almond-shaped eyes were full of spring, and the jade pendant at her waist was engraved with the character "王" (king).

She gave a graceful bow, her robes fluttering as a subtle fragrance wafted through the air. "This junior, Wang Yutang, is here to guide you in choosing a residence."

Zhao Wuji's gaze swept over her deliberately lowered neckline, and his double pupils flashed as he saw through the flow of spiritual energy within her body.

However, despite being at the seventh level of Qi Refining, he had cultivated the art of seduction.

He nodded calmly: "Thank you for your trouble."

Wang Yutang smiled slightly, lightly touching the clouds with her toes as she moved forward: "There are currently three vacant cave dwellings in Minglong Mountain."

The Tingtao Pavilion on the east side is near the Lingquan Spring, and the Jianyu Tower on the west side is adjacent to Jianping.

Halfway up the mountain, she suddenly turned around, her eyes sparkling. "The most wonderful place is 'Qiyunju' on the north cliff. Not only is it the most spiritually rich, but it also has a spiritual hot spring for bathing."

She lightly stroked the side of her snow-white neck with her fingertips, implying something, "This junior is proficient in some massage and acupuncture techniques, which can help senior to regulate the discomfort of meridians when first entering the spiritual meridians."

A mountain breeze swept by, carrying her sweet fragrance to my nose.

Zhao Wuji glanced at the sachet hidden in her sleeve with a half-smile, then suddenly flicked his sleeve to disperse the fragrance, and said coldly, "Lead the way to Jianyu Tower."

He's always been the one giving acupuncture, and this woman actually wants to give him acupuncture? She's dreaming!

Wang Yutang's expression stiffened slightly, but she quickly regained her smile: "Senior has discerning eyes."

As she turned around, a flash of annoyance crossed her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by scheming.

If she could curry favor with such a young and handsome guest, she might be able to quickly escape the awkward position of being a member of a collateral branch of the family.

Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, the two figures gradually disappeared into the depths of Minglong Mountain.

The dew that had condensed on the branches of the ancient pines along the way dripped down, reflecting the cold stars on the dragon pattern on Zhao Wuji's shoulder.

As he passed by a cliff, his double pupils suddenly flashed, instantly revealing the array fluctuations within the opposite cliff.

Inside the mountain, there was a hidden array of restrictions, with array patterns interwoven like a spider web, sealing off the entire mountainside.

Through layers of restrictions, he vaguely sensed the presence of a small spiritual vein inside.

Although the spiritual energy was not abundant, it was still much stronger than the degenerate environment outside.

Even more strangely, there are several acres of spiritual fields near the spiritual vein, with yin-attribute spiritual plants swaying between the ridges.

However, this scene, which should have been full of life, was mixed with a chilling aura of death and resentment, as if countless wronged souls were imprisoned there, unable to be reborn.

The resentment surged like mist and tide, constantly churning under the constraints of the formation, yet unable to break through the restrictions.

"Use spirit to nurture resentment, and use resentment to feed spirit."

Zhao Wuji's gaze narrowed slightly, and a cold, sinister talisman was reflected deep within his double pupils at the core of the formation. "The Wang family actually secretly set up such an evil formation within their own clan?"

A golden pattern flashed on his neck, and the phantom of Xiang Yu's head with double pupils overlapped with his eyes.

It was as if four eyes were rotating, quietly infiltrating the formation to observe.

They immediately discovered that the soil in the spirit field contained a pile of white bones, and the roots of the spirit plants were entwined with wisps of black energy, clearly indicating that they were cultivated using the essence and blood of living people as nutrients.

"No wonder the Wang family was able to maintain a large supply of resources in the Dharma-ending Age, attracting cultivators from all directions. Perhaps among them were the corpses of these cultivators."

Zhao Wuji sneered inwardly, but remained calm and withdrew his gaze, continuing to follow Wang Yutang.

This secret is astonishing, but now is not the time to reveal or touch upon it.

However, the Qilin Sword Sect would definitely be more interested in this information.
(End of this chapter)