With just one glance, Lu Zhong saw Chan Shuijue.
It is a piece of plain black jade with cracks all over its body.
As Lian said, although this object is the treasure of the Ming Nu clan, it is not actually a treasure. If you want to use words to describe it, it is more like an "urn".
The stars you see in front of you are all overflowing from the jade.
Lian took a few steps forward and took it into his hand.
To Lu Zhong's expectation, there were no accidents during the process, which made him suspicious, and he even thought to himself: "Is that puppet outside really responsible for guarding this tomb?"
On the other side, Lian, who had received Chan Shuijue, was extremely happy at this moment.
She caressed it lovingly for a while, then put it away with great care, and then turned to look at Lu Zhong: "Sir, since we have successfully obtained Chanshui Jue, we can leave now."
Immediately, the two of them walked outside along the way they came.
Just like when they came, there were still no surprises, which made Lu Zhong, who had always been vigilant, feel depressed.
"Did nothing really happen?"
He murmured in his heart, somewhat disbelieving this.
But thinking about it carefully, it seems that this is normal.
From what Lu Zhong has seen so far, the puppet responsible for guarding this place obviously belongs to the Golden Tree's side. And the way he entered the cemetery of the Ming Nu clan, using fragments of the humane killing sword, can be said to be like the visit of an immortal envoy in person.
If this is the case, it would be weird to still be attacked by that puppet.
After leaving the square under the tree, Lu Zhong looked back deliberately and found that the disappeared puppet reappeared again at this moment, still guarding the cemetery with his legs crossed as before.
Along with it, there was also the golden seal.
Neither has changed at all.
...
It's raining heavily outside.
Since the last time the world lines were unified, it has been more than ten years of cold and heat in the blink of an eye.
Fengyuan Immortal City, somewhere in a cave.
Lu Zhong was sitting in the pavilion, sipping tea in the cup and looking at the rain curtain outside the pavilion, feeling a little irritable. Ever since he last saw his old friends in another world line, he couldn't help but think of his two close friends.
"I wonder how they are doing now after being separated for so long?"
Maybe it still exists.
Maybe...he has already been reincarnated.
After all, immortality is difficult and time has passed so long. Who knows whether the two women can survive two catastrophes in succession and live happily in the Qinghe Realm where they cannot ascend normally until now.
"Unfortunately, I have not been able to find out clearly the reasons that hinder the path to ascension."
"If not, we can get through it."
Lu Zhong sighed and drank the spiritual tea in the cup.
Then, he remembered the promise he made.
I couldn't help but sigh again.
With his mood waning, Lu Zhong was no longer in the mood to drink tea and enjoy the rain.
Turn around and enter the retreat room to retreat again.
...
The days passed.
The haze of the war struck again, shrouding the entire Feng Yuan world.
What started the war this time was a holy land called "Xuan Yue". Like other holy places, there were also "immortals" sitting in it. At first, it was just a crusade against a combined sect, but later the war spread out of control, like a prairie fire, and soon burned the entire Fengyuan world.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is inseparable from the fact that the Holy Lands are behind it.
Outsiders speculate that this is to expand the territory.
Lu Zhong knew more than outsiders.
The source of the information came from avatars scattered throughout the Fengyuan world, playing different identities and living different lives, and secretly collecting information for him.
According to the information gathered, the Fallen Immortal's purpose of starting the war is not as simple as what the outside world sees.
There seems to be some plot hidden behind it.
On this day, Ye Panyan visited again.
In the rain-curtained pavilion, the fragrance of tea lingers.
Lu Zhong and Ye Panyan were sitting opposite each other, discussing things.
Re-forming the Dao Alliance is not an easy task. It is not enough to have an indestructible fortress. Sufficient manpower is also needed to maintain the operation of the organization.
As a result, the consumption of various resources is inevitable.
Ye Panyan came here this time to purchase a large amount of elixirs from Lu Zhong. After a detailed discussion between the two parties, the specific transaction content had been drawn up, and next time only the money and goods would be delivered.
Having reached his intention, Ye Panyan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, fellow Taoist. It's really thanks to your presence this time."
It was only after recruiting people that he realized how hard it was to maintain the operation of an organization of ten thousand people. The process is far more difficult than achieving a breakthrough in cultivation.
Take elixirs as an example. Even to meet basic needs, there are hundreds of types and numbers, ranging from the first to the sixth level.
At any other time, it wouldn't have been difficult to get it all together.
But now the Dao Alliance is almost the public enemy of the world, where can it be easily purchased? This time, it was with Lu Zhong's support that Ye Panyan could achieve his goal.
Regarding this transaction, Lu Zhong hoped that Ye Panyan could buy more.
As the mountain and river caves continue to expand, the output of elixirs has been increased accordingly. Coupled with the improvement in the efficiency of the alchemy factory, the output of elixirs in the caves has been increasing.
These current orders are far from reaching the upper limit of Shanhe Dongtian's production capacity.
After talking about business, the two of them couldn't help but talk about current affairs.
"What do fellow Taoists know about the recent actions of the Fallen Immortal? The information I have collected shows that they seem to be plotting something."
Lu Zhonglue raised his hand, picked up the teapot with just the right water temperature, and poured a cup of spiritual tea for Ye Panyan before he mentioned the matter he cared about with a calm expression.
Hearing this, Ye Panyan's expression, which had been relaxed just now, suddenly became serious.
"Indeed, as fellow Taoists know, the group of fallen immortals are indeed planning something, and they seem to be refining the Nine Turns Golden Pill. And they have already taken action on this, but I don't know yet, What kind of refining method is it?"
"Nine Transformations Golden Pill?"
When Lu Zhong heard this, wasn't he thinking about the legendary elixir?
The fallen immortals actually want to refine something of this level in the spirit world.
This move can be described as heartbreaking.
You don't need to think about it, no matter what resources are needed to refine this elixir, or what kind of secret method of the immortal family is used. But as long as quantity is used to make up quality, the total amount of materials must be an astronomical figure.
Think about it again, the war that the fallen immortals deliberately launched.
"I'm afraid..."
The two looked at each other and seemed to have thought of something.
"If nothing unexpected happens, this war sweeping across the Fengyuan Realm will be a full-scale war. From monks to mortals, as long as they cannot escape from this vortex, they will probably be involved in it in the end. And no matter what the fallen immortal can gain from it, What, and what exactly do you want to get? This battle is destined to be protracted."
When Lu Zhong said this, he couldn't help but sigh.
(End of chapter)
