After returning to Lingfeng, Feng Qingwu had already opened the envelope, and as Liu Zhen said before, it was indeed an invitation from the Xia family in Luochuan City.
There wasn't much content. Basically, it was just to praise Feng Qingwu's recent achievements, and then talk about the alchemist gathering to be held in Luochuan City in the next month, and Feng Qingwu was specially invited to attend.
Feng Qingwu was still thinking about whether to go there, but——
Recalling what Liu Zhen said, it seemed that he was provoked by the Linghua Good Fortune Pill incident some time ago.
I have to say that although Feng Qingwu didn't care much about this elixir recipe, but listening to Liu Zhen's words, it seems that it really caused quite a stir outside Tianxuan Sect...
"Sister, why are you standing outside the cave?"
At this moment, Jiang Zicheng's voice suddenly came over.
He walked out a little surprised, scratched his head, and looked at Feng Qingwu curiously: "Sister, are you done? Could it be that you came back to check my progress..."
"That's not the case. I believe you still have self-control. After all, improving your strength will prevent you from dying in the secret realm later."
Feng Qingwu chuckled and shook her head. Although she could be dead when she spoke, her eyebrows still looked very gentle: "Don't forget, we are not going out for fun. The secret realm - people will die."
When Jiang Zicheng heard this, he nodded quickly, not daring to show any slightness. Of course, he also knew that what Feng Qingwu said was true.
If he doesn't want to die, he has to improve his strength, and he can't always count on the senior sister to save him.
After thinking about this clearly, Jiang Zicheng didn't say much. Instead, he asked: "By the way, senior sister, when will we set off?"
"I'll leave in three days. I'll give you some rest time."
Feng Qingwu paused: "Don't worry about things over there in the secret realm. It will be some time before the official start of the secret realm. We have plenty of time."
Not only will it take some time, but according to Feng Qingwu’s memories from his previous life, things in Zhan Sheng City will have to develop for some time. The exact time for the official opening should be two months later.
Before the opening of Holy City, it should be the follow-up to the dramatic ending, that is, Duobao Pavilion and the inexplicable monk had a confrontation, and by the way, some miscellaneous fish were allowed to explore the way...
Jiang Zicheng nodded in understanding, but Feng Qingwu had already arranged everything, so he just had to follow.
So, he asked casually: "Okay, where will we go in three days, senior sister?"
"here."
Feng Qingwu shook the envelope in his hand, with the same smile on his lips: "Luochuan City, Xia Family."
Since the matter of Linghua Good Fortune Pill has attracted a lot of attention and even specially sent her an invitation, it is better to go and see what will happen.
Anyway, it's still early before the secret realm of Zhan Sheng City is opened. If he plans to cause trouble for her - Feng Qingwu doesn't mind handling the trouble easily.
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Five days later, outside the small village surrounded by mountains and rivers, the sound of horses neighing and hooting suddenly came, followed immediately by the sound of rising and falling horse hooves, from far to near.
The farmer carrying the hoe looked up curiously, and then noticed the carriage coming from a distance.
The horse pulling the cart looked energetic. When the horse's hooves rose and fell, it looked tall and mighty. It looked like an extremely expensive horse, but... from the farmer's eyes, he couldn't tell.
'Where did this rich family come from...'
The middle-aged farmer with dark and rough skin carried the hoe and sighed inwardly, but turned around and prepared to leave.
After all, such a carriage is not something that ordinary people can own at first glance. It is also as different from his identity as a farmer. Looking at it casually may also lead to disaster.
But just when the farmer was about to leave, the carriage had stopped, and the horse that was pulling was tapping the ground with its hooves impatiently.
Miraculously, the carriage stopped in front of the farmer.
"Hey! Wait-"
The tone that came out of his mouth was impatient and contemptuous.
The farmer who was about to leave suddenly became nervous. He turned around quickly and lowered his head in fear.
As he passed by, he saw that the person who spoke was a driver driving a car. Although he was also wearing coarse linen clothes, he was much better dressed than him.
The groom directly dropped a spiritual stone and ordered condescendingly: "Take it, this is your reward, remember, this is a good thing."
"It's getting late now. Our young lady and young master need to stay here for one night, so we chose your house. Now lead the way."
He didn't give the farmer a chance to refuse, so he arranged everything on his own.
Of course, the farmer was well aware of the status gap between the two and did not dare to refuse. He just diligently picked up the spiritual stone on the ground and showed the groom the way.
Although this is the world of cultivation, in fact, those who have spiritual roots and can even cultivate to become monks still only account for a very small share compared to all living beings.
Therefore, except for the cities and sect forces controlled by the monks, there are only ordinary people in these other ordinary corners.
Occasionally, one or two monks would appear, but they were only in the Qi refining stage, and even in the foundation building stage, they were considered first-class masters.
So even if the owner of the carriage took out spiritual stones, whether it had anything to do with the monks or not, the financial resources he showed alone were enough to crush poor people like farmers.
After the farmer led the way, the groom continued to drive behind him and slowly entered the village.
At the same time, the beaded curtain of the carriage was suddenly lifted open by a slender hand. The person inside seemed to be sizing up the situation outside, and then lowered the beaded curtain.
As he passed by in a flash, only a piece of light cyan clothes was revealed.
