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

"I see."

Qingyuan tapped his fingertips rhythmically on the table, his expression blank.

Zhu Ming had a lot of secrets in his mind, and with Xu Sixing's years of exposure within the Imperial Sword Sect, a vast amount of sect secrets flowed into the Daoist Canon.

Lang Che and Zhu Xuan, both late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, were ordered by the sect leader to remain permanently in Blackwater City.

The purpose was to keep an eye on the Wang family's ancestor, whose Taoist name was Xuanji.

To prevent him from living, to watch him die.

"Tsk, this method is like cutting flesh with a soft knife."

Qingyuan began to understand what it meant.

As for the deeper reasons, is it to have a legitimate reason to take over the Wang family's estate in the future? Or is there a deeper plan?

unknown.

Because Qingyuan's God's-eye view was momentarily interrupted.

Most of the map of the Imperial Sword Sect was lit up, and even which elder had a few jars of fine wine was clearly marked.

Only deep in the back mountains, there is a black spot as black as ink that cannot be dissolved.

【The Undying Sword Tomb】.

This is the burial place of past sect leaders and also the current sect leader's place of seclusion.

Its own incense burner, with a background that points directly to the "Immortal Lord" level, even if it is broken, its status is not something that a mere Foundation Establishment sect can compete with.

If something can block its view, then there must be something buried beneath this sword mound.

He's not one to dwell on things; if he can't see it, he just lets it go.

If the meat stays rotten in the pot, it will eventually have to be spat out.

Instead of staring at the dark hole and pondering blindly, it's better to first look at the tangible benefits you can get your hands on.

Opening the new list of the [Taoist Canon], rows of golden text bring a sense of comfort.

The harvest was plentiful.

The first thing to be affected is the combat strength chart of the high-level members of the Imperial Sword Sect.

There are a total of five Foundation Establishment Elders, and together with the Sect Leader who has not yet appeared, they constitute the "ceiling" of combat power in this area.

"On the surface, Lang Che and Zhu Xuan were sent away. These two are in the late stage of Foundation Establishment and are considered to be appointed as high-ranking officials in charge of border regions."

"Those who stayed behind at the main base were Yu Zhang and Yuan Lian, one in the late stage and the other in the middle stage. They were the powerful faction, which was the core of the Wen family."

"There's one more..."

Qingyuan's gaze fell on a somewhat unfamiliar name.

[Suwen Shangren].

In the late stage of Foundation Establishment, female cultivators do not command troops or manage finances.

Among a group of rough-looking male cultivators, her presence was extremely low.

However, when the relationship between Langche, Zhuxuan, and Yuzhang, Yuanlian, became too strained, it was she who stepped in to quell the unrest.

As long as this "Master Suwen" doesn't side with the Wen family, the Imperial Sword Sect will never be a cohesive unit.

As for the elusive leader of the Imperial Sword Sect...

His name is unknown. He practices fire magic and is in seclusion in the [Undying Sword Tomb], at a critical juncture in his attempt to break through to the Purple Mansion Realm.

"Fire magic, Purple Mansion..."

Qingyuan rubbed his arms, which were feeling a bit cold.

"If he really succeeds, the entire Qinglu Mountain, and even the surrounding area, will probably have to listen to his word."

At that time, all those Guanhua Gates and the "Emperor Emeritus" will be a joke.

Fortunately, historical data offered some comfort.

The previous sect leader attempted to break through to the Purple Mansion realm decades ago but failed and died.

Under the calamity, all beings are equal.

Therefore, Qingyuan knew that compared to the vague crisis, the benefits that he could actually keep were more tangible.

"What a bumper harvest!"

The list unfolds, revealing striking gold lettering.

The two complete sets of fifth-grade inheritances have been stored in the archives.

One is the "Book of Revolution and Conquest," the family's classic text, which emphasizes the metal element in warfare and possesses a thousand sharp edges.

The second is the "Mingde Zhaoyang Zhenhuo Dian" (明德昭阳真火典), a legacy from the previous sect leader, containing the essence of pure Yang fire.

There is also Elder Yuanlian's signature skill—the inheritance of fourth-grade weapon refining.

The Method of Seeing One's Nature Through Pattern Observation

From the techniques of controlling fire through fetal breathing to the methods of foundation building and material refining, everything is included.

"The principle of 'borrowing' really works! The gentleman was right!"

Qingyuan was in a great mood.

The accumulated wealth of the Imperial Sword Sect over hundreds of years has now become the bricks and tiles used to build the tall buildings of the Guanhua Sect.

The only regret is that I didn't find the unique skills of Masters Langche and Zhuxuan.

"It seems that these old guys have all the real skills they need to make a living engraved in their minds, but they haven't put them in the library."

Recalling the jade slip that Zhu Xuan left for Yang Danhe before leaving, and Lang Che's carefree attitude, Qingyuan's impression of the two of them was not bad.

At least, he's much better than that smiling tiger Wen Xianyun.

Old Yang lived up to expectations, gaining insights into Foundation Establishment and fully maximizing his alchemy talent. He could now refine unconventional elixirs like the "Soul Nourishing Pill," ensuring a worry-free logistical experience.

"But... we're short-staffed."

Qingyuan looked at Chai Wu's Xuan Tie Greatsword, which broke every time it was used, and felt a headache coming on.

"Are my core family members still 'running naked' to this day?"

Shu Yan and the others were all highly skilled, but their equipment was shabby, and they were still using common items to make do.

If the prestigious Guanhua Sect were to go out and be ridiculed for its poor equipment, wouldn't that diminish the prestige of our ancestor?

"The need for skilled weapon craftsmen needs to be addressed."

Among his disciples, through a process of natural selection, a few with exceptional talent are always selected and given the "Melt Gold and Forge Bones Record" for proper nurturing.

"As our foundation deepens, we should take bigger steps."

Qingyuan dragged the map, focusing his gaze on the pale blue dot that had been temporarily set aside for the sake of stability.

To mark or demarcate land.

【Deep-layer molten gold concentrate mother ore】.

Located deep underground in the west, it requires a large amount of manpower for excavation.

The commotion and noise would easily cause the earth's veins to tremble, attracting Wen Xianyun's attention.

【Wind and Thunder Apricot】.

It grows on the side of a lightning-struck tree on a cliff to the east, ripening once every thirty years. The fruit contains thunder and can cleanse one's magical apertures, enhance thunder magic, and is protected by cloud beasts.

"Wen Xianyun? What's there to be afraid of?"

Based on the current progress, Shu and Chai will most likely be able to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage before the 20th year of the New Sect Calendar.

With two Foundation Establishment cultivators in charge, even if Wen Zhibai personally came, he would have to think twice before making any moves against Guanhua Gate.

You can't grow a tall pine tree in a greenhouse.

If they keep hiding their heads, the disciples will lose their morale. Applying some external pressure will actually strengthen their cohesion.

There is also Xu Sixing, whom Qingyuan is quite concerned about.

This child's "Thunderous Enlightenment Sword Manual" is special. He has been stuck in the Qi Refining stage for a long time and wants to enter the Foundation Establishment stage, but he needs to seize the right opportunity.

"The Awakening of Insects, Spring Thunder, and Insights into the Way of the Sword."

All three are indispensable.

For most people, they would have to wait for God to smile upon them.

Unfortunately, Qingyuan had a cheat code.

The supernatural power [Celestial Instrument] can transform celestial phenomena into supernatural powers, and forcibly generating seasonal thunder is a piece of cake.

"Little Xu, your path lies not in the heavens, but in me."

The current year is [New Sect Calendar Year 17].

Qingyuan did not rush to take action immediately.

"I'll leave you hanging for a few years."

What is too easily obtained is often not cherished.

Once our two guardian deities have successfully established their foundations and are more assertive, then we can discuss terms.

A thunderclap, known as the "Spring Thunder of Awakening of Insects," was bestowed upon us.

Why doesn't this kid bow down and exchange his "Guest Elder" waist token for a "True Inheritor" token?

A spy for the Imperial Sword Sect?

That's only a few spirit stones for labor.

It would be better to honestly go back to Guanhuamen and become a double-flower red stick (a low-ranking official in the government).

......

I shut down the computer, washed up, went to bed, and pulled the covers tighter around me.

Feeling drowsy, Qingyuan fell into a deep sleep.

In my dream, the world changed.

A vast sea of ​​clouds, a majestic celestial palace.

On a cloud platform, he sat high on his throne, dressed in a black robe, overlooking all living beings.

The space around me was no longer deserted.

Lu Zhaolin, who is usually decisive and efficient, changed into a plain dress and lowered her head to pour tea for him, but the arrogance between her brows was still there.

Below the steps.

Gu Wanyin held the plate of spirit fruits, standing timidly, wanting to go forward but not daring to, just like a frightened little white rabbit.

Next, continue.

Lu Zhaoheng pulled He Jing along, as if arguing about whose bowing posture was not up to standard. The two of them were like fighting cocks, neither willing to give in.

Outside the hall, countless blurry figures stood respectfully in the shadows.

"Immortal Lord..."

"grown ups......"

"Qingyuan..."

A faint call, each sound reaching the ear.

The person in the dream turned over, and a smile unconsciously appeared on their lips.

Whether it's a dream or reality, it doesn't matter.

Overall, it's quite beautiful.