I've already become an immortal lord, and only now is the spiritual energy reviving?

The waterfall cascades down, like a silver ribbon hanging upside down, its roar shaking the heavens and the earth.

Beneath the rock, a person sat cross-legged in meditation, devoid of any trace of human presence.

The heavy iron sword was half-submerged in the crevice of the rock, remaining motionless despite the scouring of the water.

The person beside the sword was like a rock, his bloodthirsty aura completely concealed and hidden.

With no visible chest movement and only the slightest occasional rise and fall, it truly looked like a dead body.

Chai Wu focused his mind on his inner energy.

The sea of ​​qi is calm, with only one mountain remaining.

It is called Sumeru.

It reaches the highest heavens above and subdues the deepest hell below, its profound meaning almost crushing one's soul.

The essence of the ancient method of "Mount Sumeru King Contemplation" is such that if it does not bear the weight of a broken spine, how can it have the great power to support the sky?

Under introspection, the true self undergoes a transformation.

The abundant vital energy rapidly withers and decays, as if forcibly extracted by the giant Mount Sumeru to fill the ravines of the mountain.

Its flesh was shriveled and dry, with rotten wood and withered bark clinging tightly to its bones, resembling a demon.

Only beneath the withered surface, between the bones, does a faint, warm luster emanate.

The sky suddenly darkened.

No thunder or lightning, only thick, inky clouds.

A strange rainstorm, pouring down without any warning.

Rainwater touches the stone without creating patterns, but instead produces a crisp, metallic sound.

The raindrops were thick and green, brimming with vitality, like celestial nectar poured down upon the mortal world, piercing through the curtain of water and falling onto the withered body.

Like parched veins receiving timely rain after a long drought, their pores widened, greedily devouring this heavenly gift.

After being cleansed, the bone was cleansed of all mortal impurities, becoming crystal clear, sacred and solemn, resembling a precious glass cup that has been offered before the Buddha for thousands of years.

Unaffected by any law, untouched by cause and effect.

A short while later, the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped, but the waterfall continued to roar as before.

Below the Water Curtain Cave.

thump.

Spring thunder breaks the silence.

The immense blood and qi, compressed deep within the bone marrow, nourish the body.

Flesh and blood grew wildly, filling the gaps between bones, and withered skin regained its vitality, gradually swelling and becoming rosy.

A shirtless man slowly opened his eyes.

The pupils reflected the sword before him, and the mountain in his heart.

He raised his hand, his palm gleaming with a jade-like luster, his five fingers lightly clenched.

Bang.

The air was overwhelmed, and a loud explosion occurred.

"Glassy Bones, Jade Bone Realm Perfected."

Deep within the Qi Sea, towering mountains trembled, and the celestial pass, thousands of feet high, was faintly visible.

Chai Wu's gaze pierced through the water curtain, heading straight for the back mountain of the sect.

"Junior sister, it's done."

"My fate and my junior sister's fate are now more intertwined."

He can lift a sword weighing hundreds of kilograms with one hand.

The giant rock beneath their feet shattered, and their figures blurred; they were already a hundred feet away.

......

The sudden downpour of green rain drenched the entire sect, leaving them both thoroughly chilled and filled with fervent passion.

On the square, countless outer gate servants abandoned their brooms, greedily licking the rainwater from the corners of their mouths, feeling as if their chronic illnesses had been completely cured and they were refreshed.

Someone took the lead in shouting "The Patriarch has manifested his power!" and in an instant, everyone knelt down, with the sound of kowtowing rising and falling.

The atmosphere in the main hall halfway up the mountain was even more subtle.

"This rain is brimming with vitality, a testament to the high level of cultivation..."

The woman speaking was draped in a peach-pink veil, her eyes and brows exuding charm. She was none other than the former master of Cangchun Valley, and now the master of Cuiping Peak of Guanhua Gate.

Qin Ranqing.

At this moment, the silk handkerchief in her hand trembled slightly, unable to conceal the horror in her heart.

The former Pavilion Master of Yusi Pavilion, now the Peak Master of Mochou Peak, Han Moyu, was even paler and his aura was turbulent.

As for Fuyunzi, who was ranked last, he had already lowered his head to the brim and dared not breathe.

A year ago, they were forced to sign a contract and submit to the government, and some of them harbored resentment in their hearts.

As time went by, this dilapidated sect became increasingly unfathomable.

Externally, there is the "Golden Edge Stabilizing Talisman" that uses its power to suppress others; internally, there are unusual celestial phenomena that bring blessings to all living beings.

The support that Yujianmen gave to Guanhuamen was not a favor, but clearly a way to cultivate them as trusted confidants!

At the head of the table, Huayangzi sat high on his throne, as steady as Mount Tai.

"The rain has come at just the right time."

"Gentlemen of the peaks, the tea has gone cold. Shall we continue our discussion of the charter?"

Han Moyu quickly cupped his hands and bowed very low: "Sect Leader, you flatter me. The rules you set will be strictly observed by everyone on Mochou Peak without any objection."

In just one year, the world has changed dramatically.

Hua Yangzi and Shu Yan, one old and one young, joined forces to build a network and reshape the landscape.

Once the three factions have been swallowed up, no hidden dangers can be left. We must dismantle them, extract their essence, and turn them into our own.

A new set of patriarchal laws was created in response to this need.

The old land was rezoned, and its resources were put to full use.

Danxia Peak was designated as the "Weapon Refining and Earth Fire Workshop," and all disciples who knew fire magic and forging were assigned to refine weapons and materials, as well as supply the entire sect with earth heating charcoal, which worked day and night.

Mochou Peak has been transformed into the "Spirit Plant Garden," which specializes in cultivating shade-loving spiritual herbs, with continuous medicinal fields.

Cuiping Peak boasts beautiful scenery and is nourished by spiritual springs. It has been designated as a "place for passing on skills and practicing martial arts." The green mountains and clear waters are perfect for disciples to cultivate in peace.

As for the disciples, they were strictly ranked.

Entering the sect means starting with menial tasks; even those with only a three-inch spiritual root can become outer disciples.

Within a six-inch square inner gate, one can enjoy monthly doses of elixirs.

As for the true teachings that are the envy of all and can earn the favor of you gentlemen, only those with eight-inch spiritual roots can obtain them.

The high threshold eliminated any thoughts of frivolousness, leading to a life-or-death struggle within the sect.

The management structure consists of nine elder seats, each responsible for matters such as law enforcement, skill transmission, and scout duties.

Although the former leaders of the three factions were appointed as peak masters, holding a position equivalent to elders, their power was effectively divided, leaving them without anyone in their hands and powerless to rebel.

"besides."

Hua Yangzi turned his gaze eastward, his tone steady:

"The new settlement in the southeast, where ordinary people gather, has been completed."

"Outside Jiping Town, a new town called Anle Town has been established, with a population of over two thousand. Newly recruited inner disciples are required to take turns guarding it, both to protect the mortal world and to cultivate their character."

Everything was in good order. Even Yang Danhe, who was far away in Blackwater City, stepped down from his position as elder and took on the title of "Grand Deacon stationed abroad".

They made their fortune quietly, and every three years, secret guards would escort them back to their sect with elixirs, ensuring a constant flow of blood transfusions.

The appearance is like cooking oil over a raging fire.

Qin Ranqing's eyes sparkled as she flattered in a sweet voice, "With the sect leader's talent and the support of the upper sect, it is truly a blessing I have accumulated over many lifetimes to be able to enter Guanhua."

Good fortune?

Hua Yangzi sneered inwardly, his face creased with deep worry.

Wen Xianyun's appetite was beyond imagination.

With 60% of the profits being taken, the sect appears powerful, but in reality, it's living beyond its means.

Even with the frequent emergence of spiritual seedlings, it was barely enough to sustain the situation.

Even more fatal.

There is no foundation building to oversee it.

A sword hangs overhead.

Once Young Master Wen turns his back and takes back the talisman, this fattened Guanhua Sect will instantly become prey for a pack of wolves.

"Unless Yan'er can overcome that hurdle."

While I was pondering this.

An oppressive aura, originating from a primordial beast, forcefully entered the main hall.

Everyone turned around.

A naked man stepped over the threshold and entered, his body steaming with white mist, carrying a heavy sword. He just barged in like that.

Qin Ranqing's beautiful eyes shimmered with tears as she instinctively sensed the terrifying yang energy contained within that body, causing her legs to inexplicably go weak.

Hua Yangzi was slightly taken aback, but then recognized it:

"Chai Wu? You scoundrel... What kind of behavior is this! There are guests here!"

He cursed and scolded, but his eyes were brimming with joy.

The mountain felt heavier.

Moving mountains appear even more stable and reliable.

Ignoring the three peak masters around him, Chai Wu grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth:

"Master, I feel that my body is stronger."

Without any beginning or end, Hua Yangzi understood immediately.

The old Taoist priest took a deep breath, calming himself down considerably.

The strongest shield has been forged; how far away can the sharpest spear be?

......

"Beep beep beep".

[Lu Zhaolin: Received. The logical loop is perfect, more efficient than expected. Qingyuan, it seems I underestimated you before.]

Qingyuan twitched the corner of his mouth and casually replied with "Thank you for your kind words, boss," adding a fist-and-palm emoji.

The dialog box was closed smoothly and effortlessly.

Having completed the task, it's time to get down to business.

He rubbed his hands together and opened the game that was running in the background.

The game's release was not only free of any disappointments, but it went even more smoothly than expected.

The sect operates smoothly, and apart from Young Master Wen's annual extravagant spending, everyone else is worry-free.

As for the people of the three sects, having made a Daoist oath, their entire being, including their spirit and destiny, is entrusted to the incense burner and held in its hands.

"They are sensible and know how to share the burdens of their ancestors."

Qingyuan was quite pleased.

Of course, what excited him the most was a space buried deep underground in the sect.

[Altar for Sacrificial Rites]

A deep, ethereal purple halo enveloped the building's surface, and the countdown quietly reached zero.

[Status: Derivation complete]

My heart skipped a beat.

Learning from various sources, using system cheats for forging, and the culmination of the ancestor's hard work...

How good is the first "hand-crafted" divine skill?

Take a quick look at the resources in the top left corner.

Incense offerings: 674

With sufficient funds and provisions, the practice was completed, and incense offerings were prepared.

Qingyuan suppressed his agitation, his gaze intense.

"Come on, let's open the box and inspect the goods."

"Let's see what kind of monster we can create with this skill!"

The scroll depicting the cultivation technique unfolded as the words were spoken.