Just after Fang Guo's eldest uncle helped Chen Qingxiang change the tribute information.
In the huge Xuanxiang Valley, some interested people began to get the news one after another.
As the news spread, it began to stir up waves throughout Xuanxiang Valley and beyond.
…
In a majestic and gorgeous palace complex near King Fang's Palace.
A thirty-year-old man, wearing the royal robes of the Fang Kingdom's crown prince, with the Xuan Xiang pure-blood holy mark appearing between his eyebrows, looked at the news and began to fall into deep thought.
After a while, his expression became uncertain.
"A man from a remote and down-to-earth office, in his early forties, achieved the Totem Yuan Realm, and stayed in the Grand Uncle's Mansion for half a year."
"Not only can the eldest uncle change the results of paying tribute, but his subordinates can also enter the eldest uncle's house. Is he the one who awakened the true blood of Xuanxiang back then?"
He originally wanted to summon a few core diners to come over for a discussion, but as if he thought of something, he did not summon him, but tapped the table twice with his fingers gently and rhythmically.
Within a few breaths, a Totem Yuan Realm warrior entered the palace and saluted the man.
"Happy, third son!"
Watch this worldly scholar come in.
The third prince of Xuanxiang Fang Kingdom, who was dressed in the royal robes, directly faced this worldly scholar and issued an order in an arrogant voice:
"Go and find me the information about General Fang Guogong's office and the Chen clan in Qinghe."
"promise!"
After receiving the order from the Third Prince, this worldly scholar turned around and walked out of the palace after saluting.
But in just half a quarter of an hour, this worldly scholar returned to the palace with a bamboo slip in his hand.
The waiting Third Prince took the bamboo slip, and with his spiritual thoughts flowing, he understood all the information on the bamboo slip in his mind in just one breath.
His face suddenly became serious, and there was a hint of killing intent all over his body.
Within the body, thoughts of the soul collided rapidly.
"It turns out that they are still my father's descendants!"
"Is it really him?"
"No, no, if it was really him, how could Uncle Zong expose him like this?"
After a while, many spiritual thoughts collided in his soul. Thinking of various possibilities, he muttered to himself solemnly.
"We still have to test it out!"
When the third prince of Fang Kingdom began to prepare to test, some other interested people, some of them, also successively surrounded Chen Qingxiang and started to move.
…
Three days later.
Hundreds of miles away from Xuanxiang Valley, there is an ordinary gathering place.
At its edge, in a simple-looking stone house, a middle-aged man wearing linen clothes and looking like an ordinary person was lying on a dilapidated wooden bed, as if he was resting with his eyes closed.
Just a trace of spiritual light circulated in his head, carrying a trace of his mind to a special place.
In a misty space, five illusory figures appeared.
Five illusory figures, with light flowing around them, covering their figures.
Without saying a word, a mirror image appeared in the center of the five figures.
Words appeared on the mirror image, and a calm and unmistakable voice, indistinguishable from male to female, also emerged from the image simultaneously with the appearance of the words.
"This mission is codenamed Hunting River."
"Mission target, Qinghe scholar-bureaucrat, Chen Qingxiang."
"Age, forty-eight, cultivated into the human realm."
"Treasures, a Xuanxiang chariot, the Great Seal of Qinghe..."
"Foundation, nothing!"
"There is no way to protect the Dao!"
…
After a while, the mirror image disappeared.
Then five illusory figures also disappeared from this space one after another.
The middle-aged man lying on the dilapidated wooden bed opened his eyes as the light flashed through his head.
Thinking of the information about the mission target, he frowned.
"Why is there so little information on this mission target?"
"Is this another special mission?"
Thinking of these, the middle-aged man's heart froze.
To be able to make the organization take over without finding out the details and send five of them to take action together, he must be the most powerful person in Xuanxiang Fang Kingdom.
Only such powerful people can make the organization give in.
After the middle-aged man thought about this, his original slightly relaxed attitude disappeared.
Starting to slowly adjust his mind, Yuanhun's mind fell into a state of neither life nor death, preparing for the upcoming assassination.
…
time flies.
In a flash, nearly five months have passed.
Time comes to Emperor Yi's five thousand eight hundred and sixty-fourth year.
November 1st.
At this time, Chen Qingxiang had been in the immortal body of Xuanxiang Spirit for more than eight months.
Then, with a sluggish expression and a somewhat dazed consciousness, he moved out of the immortal spirit body.
In a palace in Da Zongbo Mansion, Chen Qingxiang basically regained his clarity of consciousness after three days of continuous cultivation, and his condition was generally restored.
Sensing the eleven thousand and eighty-nine pure yellow runes on the purple soul.
So many avenue runes, converted into avenue 360, would be enough to reach avenue 33, and there are still some pure yellow runes left.
Based solely on the Dao Dao perception, this is already comparable to the world's elite who have reached the Tianyuan realm without wasting their own high-grade Yuan Dan foundation.
Chen Qingxiang, who was still a little tired, nodded slightly.
It’s worth noting that for more than eight months, I faced the pain that came and went, and persevered tenaciously.
In just eight months, thirty-second-grade avenue runes were branded.
On average, it takes about eight days to imprint a first-grade Dao rune, which is equivalent to the fruits of one year's hard work, consuming nine rays of light gold luck every day if the speed of cultivation remains unchanged.
Rank thirty-two is equivalent to saving oneself nearly thirty-two years of hard training.
If it were not for the innate creation fluid, only a few drops would be consumed, and it would be impossible to hold on.
Chen Qingxiang actually didn't want to come out yet.
It would be great to just stay there for ten or eight years and come out after being completely imprinted on Tu Xingdao.
Unfortunately it's just a delusion.
The whole body, both inside and outside, has been refined by the brilliance of the great avenue more than ten thousand times in these eight months.
The little things add up, whether it is the physical body, the soul, the boundary wall of the natal totem, the purple yuan power, etc., all aspects have almost increased several times.
The distance reaches the foundation of Dao Yuan Dan, the limit of Human Yuan Realm, and the one hundred and twentyth level of Brand Dao Dao, which is less than three-quarters.
Even if the cultivation speed remains unchanged and one avenue rune is branded every day, it will only require more than seventy years of hard work.
…
After training well.
After Chen Qingxiang hid his identity, he began to wander around alone in the Xuanxiang Valley of Zhengguo, which was as prosperous as the kingdom of heaven.
From time to time, I purchased some treasures to increase the speed of Yuanjing cultivation.
From time to time, I buy some materials for refining my natal things.
Or try various delicacies and some specialty stores.
On this day, Chen Qingxiang was in Xuanxiang Valley, the most prosperous area, in a shop called Qiwu Pavilion, purchasing an auxiliary material that could be used to refine the natal item.
When you walk out of this Strange Object Pavilion, you will see a crossroads.
Chen Qingxiang randomly found a direction that he had never traveled before, and drove a fierce war horse he had purchased on the wide road at high speed.
(End of chapter)
