Three days later, Luo Hong and Yu Ruoxi had left Wushan. The Qian family was holding Qian Tianbao's funeral. Immortal cultivators from five families gathered to bid farewell to him.
"Without the patriarch of the foundation-building period, the Qian family is afraid that it will decline like the Zhou family. Why do they have to cling to the secret method passed down from their ancestors?"
Zhao Qingling murmured to herself among the guards of the Zhao family's immortal cultivators. She never thought there was anything wrong with her choice, she just didn't understand it.
At this time, clanging footsteps were heard outside the mourning hall, and soon a girl wearing tiger-head armor and holding a spear ran in.
Looking at the coffin in the center of the mourning hall, the girl lowered her head silently, her eyebrows covered by black hair.
"Mulan, my condolences."
After that day, Granny Sun became slightly stooped, her body became increasingly stale, and she was only one step away from the coffin in the mourning hall.
Qian Mulan didn't respond. The hand holding the gun trembled because of too much force. Suddenly, as if her patience had reached its limit, she raised the gun and slammed it on the ground.
There was a "bang" sound, and the whole mourning hall shook three times!
Qian Mulan then hit it twice more, each one harder than the last, which made many guests stagger.
"Mulan, have you advanced to foundation building?!"
Zhao Qingling and other clan leaders immediately noticed the girl's cultivation based on her aura. They looked shocked at first, and then showed their original expressions.
I think Qian Tianbao chose to give it a go just because the Qian family had a successor.
"I'm fine. Elders, did my father have any last words before he died?"
Qian Mulan raised her head, her eyes slightly red but without tears, and asked the heads of the three families.
"It's a pity that we didn't get to see Brother Qian for the last time. This is the storage bag that Brother Qian carries with him. Mulan, please keep it."
The head of the Li family shook his head regretfully and handed over a bloody storage bag.
Sensing that her father's consciousness was still on the storage bag, Qian Mulan knew that no one had opened the storage bag before her.
"Elders, you are very considerate, thank you very much."
After saying thank you, Qian Mulan wiped away the remaining memories of her father left in the world with a determined look on her face, and put her spiritual consciousness into the storage bag to search.
Not here!
Her expression suddenly changed.
"Mulan, is something wrong?"
Zhao Qingling asked suspiciously.
"Ah, it's okay, I just didn't expect my father to carry the leftover doll I played with when I was young.
I dare to ask you seniors, were there any other immortal cultivators present when my father died? "
The heads of the Sun and Li families looked at each other, and then looked at Zhao Qingling in unison. After all, Luo Hong and Yu Ruoxi were both guests of the Zhao family.
"Mulan, those two people did not harm your father, and they are both disciples of the Danjie monks. Don't vent your anger on them."
Zhao Qingling didn't want the newly promoted head of the Qian family to die young due to some unwise actions.
"Mulan is also a sensible person and will definitely not anger others. It's just that it's about my father's death. I want to know as much as possible. I also ask the head of the Zhao family to help."
Qian Mulan lowered his head and cupped his hands, hiding the glint in his eyes.
Who did the father give the jade slip to?
Gotta figure it out!
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Thousands of miles away from the Hidden Moon Sect, near Shanyang City, there is a Ling Tea Garden jointly run by several immortal cultivating families.
This garden is rich in a kind of spiritual tea called "Qingxin", which can make drinkers calm and clear-headed. The price is not expensive, and it is very popular among the majority of immortal cultivators.
Today coincides with the production of new tea. Several deacons in the tea garden invited friends from their respective families and set up several tables in the tea viewing pavilion to enjoy tea and chat. It was very pleasant.
These people are quite old. Although their cultivation is around the twelfth level of Qi Refining, they are high-ranking officials in their respective families. In terms of power, they are three points higher than those in the family who only know about cultivation in the Foundation Establishment Stage.
"Brother Huang, your family has been friends with the Hidden Moon Sect for generations. Is there any way to trade Foundation Establishment Pills?"
"Has brother Xian Xian received any news? Otherwise, with the strength of your Song family, you shouldn't have to worry about a few foundation-building pills."
"Brother Huang, don't pretend to be confused because you understand. I don't believe you don't know that the Bloody Forbidden Land is about to be closed for 60 years!"
"All the moderately powerful immortal cultivating families in the Yue Kingdom are aware of this matter, and naturally our Huang family is also aware of it."
"In that case..."
"In this case, Brother Song Xian shouldn't say this. You must know that in the next sixty years, the foundation-building pills of our Yue Kingdom Immortal World will only be reduced by one pill!
Which cultivator family knows this news doesn’t want to prepare more for their own family. Even if I have a way, I will leave it to my family.
Although we have a good personal relationship, there is really nothing we can do about this matter, dear brother, please forgive me. "
"Hey, I really shouldn't embarrass Brother Huang, it's just about the Foundation Establishment Pill, but I have something else I want to ask Brother Huang for help with.
My youngest son has reached the age of cultivating immortals, so I asked Brother Huang to help build a bridge so that this child could have the honor to join the Hidden Moon Sect. "
"Haha, good brother, you have a good idea. A male cultivator can join the Hidden Moon Sect, but a dual cultivator with good looks and qualifications cannot escape. I think I, Huang, also had this idea when I was young, but unfortunately I couldn't do it. Today I borrow my good nephew to fulfill my wish back then!"
"Thank you, Brother Huang. My youngest son has average qualifications. I don't ask him to build a foundation. I only ask him to spread the branches and leaves of the family and give birth to more descendants with spiritual roots."
"Hey, my dear brother, what you said is wrong. Now that he has become a disciple of the Hidden Moon Sect and has mastered the art of dual cultivation, my nephew may not have the opportunity to build the foundation."
"Is it so powerful? It's not like I haven't tried dual cultivation before. Although it is not the secret method of the Moon Covering Sect, the effect should not be much different, but it feels like it is only a little faster than normal cultivation."
"Haha, dear brother, that is a female dual cultivator with the same cultivation level as myself. If the other party is a senior foundation builder, it will be very different!"
"Brother Huang was just joking. We can only dream about things like this."
"Haha, so I'm just saying that there is a chance. My nephew is very handsome. What if something like this happens to me!"
The two immortal cultivators dressed as scribes were excited to talk. After drinking a sip of spiritual tea, they were about to discuss the newly published "List of Flowers Covering the Moon".
Suddenly, a powerful breath of magic came, and then a gentle voice came:
"Can you two give up this place for a moment?"
"Ah, it turns out he's a senior from the Hidden Moon Sect! Brother Song Xian and I will leave immediately! By the way, senior, do you want to try some top-notch Qingxin tea?"
The scribe named Huang knew the identity of the person as soon as he saw the lines on the person's robe. He immediately stood up and saluted respectfully, eager to please him.
"No need, the two of us will leave immediately after the conversation."
The woman in white waved away the two Huang and Song people who were bowing in front of her, and said helplessly to the people behind her:
"You kid, are you that afraid of me if you haven't come down yet?"
A young man in yellow clothes hesitantly stepped into the pavilion and looked at the back of the woman in white clothes with a very complicated mood.
