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

Guanhua Hall.

"Master, the word 'wandering' is rather vulgar."

The woman spoke in a calm tone, addressing Hua Yangzi as he slowly sipped his spiritual tea:

"I've explored this place. Although the pig demon is stupid, it knows how to protect itself. There's a miniature spiritual vein at the bottom of the mountain, and the concentration of spiritual energy there is even 20% greater than that of the main peak of Qinglu."

Hua Yangzi set down his teacup and tapped the lid lightly: "What does Yan'er think?"

Shu Yan exudes composure and grace.

"The northern border is strategically important, easy to defend and difficult to attack, making it suitable for establishing a separate residence."

"In the future, all those with the potential to establish their foundation in the inner sect, or those with special status like Xu Sixing, will be relocated to the north."

"As for his name..."

Shu Yan pondered for a moment.

"Let's change the name to 'Guanlu Peak'."

"Good, but now that the territory is settled, who will take charge?"

"Master, that place has been abandoned for too long, with no formations or buildings. A group of barbarian cultivators alone cannot accomplish anything. We need a Foundation Establishment cultivator to oversee it, someone who is meticulous, knows how to plan and coordinate."

Shu Yan looked at Hua Yangzi with a meaningful expression:

"Peak Master Qin Ranqing has now established her foundation. She is most skilled in wood-based techniques and adept at transforming mountains and forests. It is most suitable for her to lead the construction of Guanlu Peak."

Hua Yangzi was about to nod when he suddenly realized what he meant, his eyelids twitching: "Peak Master Qin is going? That's a tough job. And what about her... and your senior brother..."

"It's not just Peak Master Qin."

"I plan to ask Sister He Qin to come along. She is an excellent accountant, and we cannot do without her for the allocation of supplies."

"puff!"

Hua Yangzi spat out the spirit tea as he took a sip, staring dumbfounded at his beloved disciple.

Should we put these two together?

To build a mountain stronghold?

They're probably going to tear down the mountain gate!

"Master, please don't worry."

Shu Yan seemed to understand the old Taoist's concerns and said calmly:

"It's better to guide than to block. Peak Master Qin has already established his foundation, and his status will be determined sooner or later. Since we are all family, we will have to work out any awkwardness."

"Throw them into those desolate mountains and wilderness, and they'll suffer together for a while; perhaps things will get better."

Hua Yangzi was stunned. He opened his mouth to speak, but all his worries turned into a long sigh as he touched Shu Yan's face.

"Yan'er..."

"He's really... all grown up."

"Master."

Shu Yan gathered her skirts and stepped forward, squatting down beside Hua Yangzi, just like an ordinary daughter enjoying the company of her husband.

"Even if Yan'er has extraordinary abilities, she will always be Master's disciple. No matter where she goes, she will never change."

Hua Yangzi looked down, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

I'm ninety-two.

I know my own limitations, given my old age.

Even if one reaches the ninth level of Qi Refining and is free from illness and disaster, at most one will have fifty or sixty years left to live.

What is considered a long life in the eyes of ordinary people is far too short in the cultivation world, especially compared to the two Foundation Establishment disciples with lifespans of nearly three hundred years.

It was like a fleeting, unreal dream.

The old Taoist priest subconsciously imagined touching Shu Yan's head as he did when he was a child.

In mid-air, his hand froze.

She is Master Qingyan.

A pillar of the clan.

Would it diminish one's dignity to touch something with one's own withered, dying hands?

next moment.

A warm yet strong hand gripped his hand tightly.

Shu Yan made no attempt to hide it, grasping the withered hand and gently placing it on the top of her head.

"Master."

"Back then, you didn't look down on Yan'er, you gave her food, taught her the methods of cultivation, and protected her safely."

"Yan'er will never forget this. It is only natural for a master to care for his disciple. If anyone else dares to say anything, I will make them swallow their tongue."

The warmth of her palm reached Hua Yangzi's eyes, which turned red.

He opened his mouth and chuckled silently.

"well......"

a long time.

Shu Yan stood up, her expression returning to solemnity.

"Master, the Sacred Furnace has summoned you."

"This disciple will be in seclusion for a long time, possibly as short as three to five years, or as long as eight to ten years."

Hua Yangzi's heart tightened.

"Master, don't panic."

Shu Yan took something out of her sleeve and handed it to him.

A jade pendant formed from the purest water essence, shaped like a crescent moon, exudes a chilling aura and contains the sound of surging waves.

"With our senior brothers in charge, we can overcome any challenge with sheer force. As long as we don't face the entire Imperial Sword Sect coming out in force, we'll be safe."

"This item is called 'Accompanying the Moon,' and it is connected to my mind and spirit."

"When things have truly reached a dead end and there is no way to salvage the situation, crush it."

"Even if I'm facing a critical moment in my breakthrough, I will return, even if it means my foundation collapses!"

Hua Yangzi solemnly accepted it and hid it close to his body.

"Go then."

The old Taoist waved his hand, not daring to look at his disciple's face, for fear of revealing his weakness.

"Cultivation is a major matter. With your senior brother and I supporting the sect, the sky won't fall."

Shu Yan glanced deeply at the old man who regarded her as a close relative, and then flicked her sleeve.

"Master, take care."

The hall was empty and deserted, with only one person remaining.

Hua Yangzi sat there blankly for a long time, then suddenly began to hum a folk song.

His voice was hoarse and off-key.

"Young man, leaving your hometown..."

"Wander wherever you go, but never look back..."

"The road ahead is wide and open, and my parents are there behind me..."

The song echoed through the empty hall, revealing a hint of loneliness in old age, yet also brimming with hope.

……

"The old man sings terribly."

Qingyuan complained, but a sense of emotion welled up inside him.

The lonely figure on the screen evokes a poignant feeling, like a father leaving his child behind as the child grows up and flies away.

"Fine."

A pale golden countdown halo appeared on the icon of Shu Yan's secluded [Shuihua Cave].

"With the combination of [Destiny Advancement Guide] and [Enlightenment Pill], when this girl comes out of seclusion again, even Old Ghost Wen from the Imperial Sword Sect will be startled."

As the protagonist of "Journey to the West," she is destined to benefit the most from allocating resources to her.

Only when Shuyan completes her transformation can Guanhuamen truly stand tall.

He looked away.

On the large map, red dots flash around, indicating that powerful enemies are lurking nearby.

"We need to build an industrial system as soon as possible. Relying solely on plundering is not a long-term solution. Is it better to buy than to manufacture? Bah! It's better to manufacture than to buy!"

Qingyuan sat up straight.

The warehouse contains the "Mingde Zhaoyang Zhenhuo Dian" and the "Guanwen Jianxing Fa".

One book teaches how to cultivate pure Yang true fire, and the other how to refine weapons and draw patterns. If you just throw them at an ordinary disciple, they'll at most become a high-level blacksmith.

To maximize their potential, there must be someone capable of bearing the "divine" destiny.

Qingyuan manipulated the mouse, and the light spot landed on the back mountain of Danxia Peak.

The ground was raging with fire, and the heat was unbearable.

There, a person squats year-round.

The camera zooms in.

A young disciple, his body blackened by smoke and fire, was shirtless as he went into battle.

His muscles were bulging, and his skin was red from being scorched by the subterranean fire year after year. He wielded an iron hammer bigger than his head, tirelessly hammering a piece of stubborn iron.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Each hammer blow was perfectly rhythmic.

In the six years since he joined the sect, he has never participated in any factional struggles, nor does he fight tooth and nail for an "inner sect" spot like other disciples.

This person is like a smelly, hard rock, rooted in the crater of a volcano.

Aside from collecting meals, he never left the anvil.

Open the properties panel.

[Outer Disciple: Ou Yeheng]

[Spiritual Root: Four Inches (Affinity for Fire)]

[Cultivation Level: Qi Refining Level 1]

[Trait: Obsessive-compulsive (single-minded, with an almost pathological obsession with forging, undisturbed by external influences)]

His qualifications are mediocre, or even below average.

But in Qingyuan's eyes, the quality of [stubbornness] is more dazzling than any other Heavenly Spiritual Root.

"If someone who can endure loneliness and withstand the heat of fire cannot succeed, then God is blind."

At the same time, he was also the person Qingyuan had already chosen.

Once the progress bar of the Jade Book and Golden Book is full, you will receive an "enlightenment" to activate its destiny.

The system has determined that the criteria have been met, and the [acting] is hereby granted.

The so-called "industrialized one-stop shop for cultivating immortality" can then begin operation.

"Come on! Let me see your limit, give me some extra points!"