Cultivating Immortality Through a Hundred Lifetimes: I Possess the Heavenly Book of Merit

After traveling day and night through the Qijing Mountains, Li Lingying finally arrived at the sect on this day.

Exhausted, she mustered her strength and, without resting, rushed straight to Danfeng.

"Master, Master..."

Li Lingying disregarded all pretense of modesty and pride, running and shouting, immediately attracting the attention of a group of disciples.

"That's... Senior Sister Li?"

"How did it get like this?"

"She was carrying a child on her back!"

"What happened? You look so anxious?"

Some male disciples wanted to step forward to help, hoping to show their concern, but Li Lingying ignored them all and rushed towards Qingyao Daoist's cave.

"Lingying, what's wrong?"

Qingyao Daoist finally heard the sound and stepped out on the wind. He was surprised to see his dirty disciple in front of him. But when he saw Li Lingying with tears in her eyes and all alone, his heart skipped a beat and he immediately realized something.

"Let's go find your Uncle Qinglu."

After saying this, Daoist Qingyao waved her hand, put the boy, whose breathing was still relatively steady, on the ground, and asked someone to take care of him.

After that, she recited the incantation, and the two of them rode the wind and flew towards Yuanfu Peak at an extremely fast speed.

Looking at her disciple, whose tears had almost dried up, Qingyao felt pity and regretted letting him go out to avoid the storm.

She cast a cleansing spell, banishing the filth from Li Lingying's body, patted her disciple's back, and comforted her:

"It's alright, don't worry. Your Uncle Qinglu and Junior Nephew Yu's life lamps are connected. If something really happens to Junior Nephew Yu, your Uncle Qinglu will be the first to know."

"Since he is still on Yuanfu Peak, it means that Junior Nephew Yu is not in any danger."

The incident happened so suddenly that Daoist Qingyao didn't think of it at first. But now that she thought about it carefully, she realized that she hadn't heard that Junior Brother Qinglu had rushed out.

This junior disciple Yu's life should be fine.

Qingyao Daoist's words were like a reassuring balm, gradually calming Li Lingying's emotions. She looked at her master with a hint of expectation.

"Is my martial uncle really still at Yuanfu Peak?"

Qingyao patted her head and said gently:

"Yes, he's still here."

The two landed in the Taoist temple of Qinglu, but after searching for a long time, they could not find each other, which made Li Lingying panic again.

It wasn't until they inquired with other inner disciples that they learned that Daoist Qinglu had gone to the Hall of Life Lamp.

Not only Li Lingying, but even Daoist Qingyao secretly realized that things were not going well.

When they arrived at the Hall of Fate Lamp, they saw Daoist Qinglu walking out looking completely lost.

He was also holding a copper lamp in his hand.

The flames above have been extinguished.

Li Lingying stood there, stunned, her vision blurred with tears.

"Junior Brother Yu, to save me..."

She felt as if she had been thrown into an icy pool, her whole body was freezing, and she could hardly breathe.

"Lingying, look carefully, that's not Junior Nephew Yu's life lamp."

The telepathic message from Daoist Qingyao brought her back to her senses.

Looking with renewed hope, the Taoist inscription on the base of the bronze lamp clearly reads "Mingxin" (明心).

"It's not Junior Brother Yu!"

Li Lingying was about to jump up in surprise, but was quickly held down by Daoist Qingyao.

"Lingying, why are you still so reckless after going out for training? Your Junior Brother Yu is fine, but your Uncle Qinglu has probably lost his eldest disciple."

"Mingxin" is the Taoist name of Kong Shangji, a direct disciple of Qinglu Daoren.

No way, that's a cultivator at the late stage of Qi Refining, how could that be?

Daoist Qinglu appeared dazed and bowed to Daoist Qingyao.

"Senior sister, is something the matter?"

"Junior brother, please accept my condolences."

"Please accept my condolences and take heed of this difficult time."

Qinglu Daoist twitched the corner of his mouth.

"It's no use telling me to accept my fate; they need to accept theirs too!"

He gripped it tightly, and the bronze lamp was instantly twisted.

"News has come from the secret realm that Hongye Valley has given up the competition for the secret realm for some unknown reason. After they withdrew, the life lamps of the first and second batches of disciples who entered the secret realm were all shattered."

Qinglu Daoist gritted his teeth, his usually gentle expression turning somewhat ferocious.

"They are from the Po Jun Mansion."

"Not only did they attack my Yuanfu Peak and prevent my ancestor from forming his core, but now they have also killed my personal disciple. This grudge must be avenged."

Daoist Qingyao stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Sect Master will demand an explanation from them."

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Thinking of their sect leader, Daoist Qinglu could only manage a bitter smile.

After the Black Dragon Bandits broke through his defenses last time, he took one of the captured Black Dragon Bandits to the sect leader, hoping that he could use it as evidence to report to the Sword Journey Pavilion and the Heavenly Barrier Valley. However, the other party advised him to be patient and said that everything should be handled by the higher-ups.

The sect leader was afraid of the relationship between Po Jun Mansion and Xing Jian Pavilion, and only wanted to keep the peace. How could he be willing to risk the fate of the entire sect and start a war with Po Jun Mansion for the sake of some disciples?

He kept saying he was going to prepare seriously for the talismanic arts and outdo his opponent in the Hundred Arts Competition three months later, but how could he possibly prevent the Falling Cloud Sect from being bullied if he only did that?

The sect leader has probably forgotten that the original Luoxia Sect was only able to stabilize after its first sect leader fought against the surrounding forces and almost killed them all.

"Junior Nephew Li, you're back? Where's Yu Yan?"

Qinglu Daoist finally noticed Li Lingying, and she spoke up at the right time, recounting what had happened to them.

"Uncle-Master, Junior Brother Yu went to be a hostage of that evil sect to save me. Even if his life is not in danger, his current situation must be bad. Please go and save him as soon as possible."

Qinglu Daoist was stunned for a moment, and a sudden feeling of regret arose in his heart.

His eldest disciple also entered the secret realm under his arrangement and lost his life.

Yu Yan was also in danger because of the task he was given.

He was a really incompetent master.

"Nephew Li, there's no need to worry. I understand. I'll set off for Baijing Mountain right away."

…………

Meanwhile, Yu Yan had been living in the bamboo shed for three days and three nights.

Every day, a Yin-Yang Harmony Talisman would emanate from the bamboo house of the carefree hermit, helping him to harmonize the two spiritual energies.

While healing his wounds, Yu Yan also studied the talisman.

In addition, we must find ways to stop the two groups and prevent them from running up Baijing Mountain.

Although Yu Yan was certain that the hunter couldn't catch it, since he had promised Xiaoyao Sanren, he should just do as the agreement suggested.

But this silly roe deer is really active, and you can't watch him all the time.

So Yu Yan moved some stone pillars from a distance and used the newly drawn prison talisman to enclose the area.

While outwitting and outmaneuvering the silly roe deer, he also cultivated and healed himself, which made it less boring.

On this day, he had just completed one cycle of his cultivation technique when he heard a sound coming from outside the bamboo shed.

"Pfft pfft..."

The two men pounded on the door of the carefree hermit's room, snorting anxiously.

Unable to open it by itself, it saw Yu Yan come out and hurriedly ran behind him, pushing him to the door of Xiaoyao Sanren's room, signaling him to open it.

In the days leading up to Xiaoyao Sanren's seclusion, the two groups did not react in this way.

Did the other party make a mistake in drawing the talisman?

However, it would be inappropriate to barge in and disturb the elderly person's seclusion.

Thinking of this, Yu Yan raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.

"Senior, has something gone wrong?"

There was no response from inside the house.

The two groups' shouts grew even more urgent.

Yu Yan tried to push the door, but it wouldn't budge. So he could only transform his spiritual energy into a blade and emerge from his sleeve.

hum-

The bamboo door closed, and he could see the scene inside the house.

For a moment, he couldn't hide his surprise.