"Can't wait for my uncle to come back."

Chen Xintong shook his head and said with a gloomy face: "Dad, do you still remember how many spiritual stones the second-level sea spiritual vein developed by the family more than a hundred years ago earned?"

"Eighty thousand."

A record in the family's history came to mind, Chen Jinsong pondered for a while and said.

"Once tens of thousands of spiritual stones are harvested, the elixir-winning competition will begin soon, and I don't want to give up!"

Chen Xintong spoke firmly and clenched his fists tightly.

"Oh, it's up to you."

Chen Jinsong sighed and said nothing more.

Chen Ping just wanted to build the foundation, but his daughter-in-law Chen Dieyu actually succeeded in building the foundation even though there was no foundation building pill available.

Of course, for him, his daughter-in-law's promotion to the eighth elder always brings more advantages than disadvantages.

But the blow to his son cannot be easily seen by outsiders.

Over the past month, Chen Dieyu's attitude has obviously changed a lot, and he always maintains the style of a foundation-building elder.

Even he found it difficult to accept, let alone his son who spent time with Chen Dieyu day and night.

A few days ago, my daughter-in-law even pointed out that she would move out of here soon and go to the top of the mountain to build a cave.

Her son is also very stubborn and plans to live separately from her.

"It will be over if you tolerate it. Some senior female cultivators have married a bunch of male concubines, and they still enjoy the good life."

In the world of cultivation, strength is respected.

It's not just male cultivators who can have three wives and four concubines.

Female cultivators with high levels of cultivation can also be hugged from left to right.

Chen Jinsong frowned secretly. It didn't matter what he said in his mind. He should never use it to persuade his son.

He has always been arrogant, how could he endure such stimulation.

"Just go. There are a few elders watching, so nothing will happen."

After thinking about it seriously, Chen Jinsong's worries were relieved by most of them.

Several members of the family have built foundations, but only the seventh elder, Chen Ping, has some distance from them.

He thought that this was not a mortal enmity, and that person would not take action on his son.

Just like in the meeting hall, the seventh elder just taught him a lesson, and there was no subsequent act of revenge.

After all, they all have the same blood flowing through their bodies, and for hundreds of years, there have been very few tragedies involving members of the same race leading to death.

But no matter how hard he scratched his head, he never imagined that Chen Xintong had conspired with Xue Wen to plot against "Lu Yu" in the early years, and Lu Yu was the current Seventh Elder Chen Ping!

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Fuge Mountain is covered with dark clouds.

I don't know when the wind began to blow. After a while, a hole appeared in the sky, and heavy rain poured down in an instant.

An old man with gray hair on his temples and a dull face was walking slowly on the mountain road with a cane in his hand.

Her face was covered with wrinkles, her eyes were sunken, and she looked gloomy.

However, when the heavy rain fell on her, it was blocked by a layer of weak fluorescence and hit the ground one after another.

Walking comfortably in the rain, the old woman suddenly threw away her crutch, took back her magic power, and let thousands of silver threads falling from the sky fall around her.

I saw the old woman lying on her back, eyes closed, opening her mouth to drop raindrops, with a greedy expression as if she was enjoying a panacea.

At this time, a sudden blue cloud flew out from the top of the mountain, swept her up into the sky, and then descended into the valley together.

"It seems that Fellow Taoist Yuchi doesn't want to see me very much. I still have the leisure and elegance to appreciate the rainy scene halfway through."

Chen Ping stood with his hands behind his hands and said with a smile.

The waning old woman in front of me is Yuchi Lin.

A few hours ago, Chen Ping sent someone to Lantian Town to tell her to meet her at Fuge Mountain.

But after waiting left and right, no one was seen. Out of impatience, he unfolded his consciousness and explored along the mountain road.

Now, Chen Ping's spiritual consciousness reached the limit of 3,500 feet. After a quick scan, he found Yuchi Lin bathing in the violent storm on the mountainside.

"Junior pays homage to the Seventh Elder!"

Yuchilin's old face was startled, and she hurriedly kowtowed and explained: "I don't have much time left, I thought it might be the last time in my life to feel the rain of nature, and I couldn't help myself. I hope you will forgive me."

"Get up, when did this elder blame you?"

Chen Ping stepped forward and helped Yuchi Lin up himself.

This old woman has many dark spots on her face, and the vitality in her body has almost disappeared. I am afraid she will not be alive for a few days.

As a founder of the clan who has reached her twilight years, Chen Ping would still give her some respect even if she started a qi-training family like an ant.

"Elder, I have something to ask of you!"

Yuchilin looked grateful and then got straight to the point.

Chen Ping glanced at her and said succinctly: "Tell me about it."

"This junior has a grandson named Wei Chi Xingyuan. He is sixteen years old. He is a middle-grade wood and fire spirit root monk. I request the seventh elder to accept him as his disciple."

Yuchilin's voice was tight, and she bowed and said: "This junior has prepared a apprenticeship gift of 20,000 spiritual stones for him."

"The Yuchi family has a lot of money."

Chen Ping changed his mind and remained silent for the time being.

"Elder, what do you mean?"

Yuchilin gritted her teeth and asked anxiously.

There are so many elders in the Chen family, but she chose Chen Ping after careful consideration.

First of all, Chen Ping is a foundation-building monk who specializes in fire-based exercises and can give comprehensive guidance to his great-grandson.

Secondly, the Seventh Elder has been extremely powerful recently and established the worship hall by himself.

Although Yuchilin didn't know the truth, she was mature and mature, and judged that this move was definitely not something that ordinary monks in the early stages of foundation building could do!

After all, the Chen family also has several elders with stronger cultivation abilities.

None of them could stop Chen Ping, which showed that the strength of the Seven Elders must not be as simple as it seems.

She wanted to find a strong backing for her great-grandson and the Yuchi family.

The third point is also the most important point.

A few days ago, Chen Ping sent his Taoist companion to take the initiative to pay back the debt for the purchase of the spiritual field.

It can be seen that this person is a high-level monk who keeps his word.

After all, he has entered the foundation, and even if he doesn't pay anything back, the Yuchi family can only dare to be angry and dare not speak out.

Yuchilin was extremely happy to entrust her great-grandson to such a person who had a strong character but was true to his word.

However, this is purely wishful thinking on her part.

Before he reaches the golden elixir realm, Chen Ping has no plans to accept disciples for the time being.

Moreover, Yuchi Xingyuan only has a middle-grade spiritual root, and accepting him is equivalent to gaining an extra bottle of oil.

"This elder is used to being alone. Fellow Taoist Yuchi, please don't mention this matter again."

Chen Ping refused and continued: "Since you have raised 20,000 spirit stones for the apprenticeship ceremony, why not put some more together and buy a foundation-building pill for little friend Xingyuan. Who knows what your Yuchi family will do in a few decades?"

Wouldn't it be more beautiful if there is one more foundation-building monk from our clan?"

"Oh, it's the juniors who take it for granted."

Yuchilin's expression darkened and she smiled bitterly in a low voice.

"Did little friend Xingyuan inherit the nobles' spiritual field planting technique?"

Chen Ping's heart moved slightly and he asked lightly.

Yuchilin's cloudy eyes lit up, and she hurriedly said: "Xingyuan's talent in planting is the first in the history of his clan. Although he is young, he has solved many difficult problems."

"Given time, his achievements in spiritual field planting will definitely surpass that of me."

"Historically? How long has your Yuchi family been established?"

Chen Ping grinned and said unceremoniously.

He didn't bother to care whether the old woman was exaggerating, but if Yuchi Xingyuan had really inherited the spiritual field planting technique, he could cultivate it a little bit.

The foundation of the Yuchi family is basically the cultivation of spiritual fields, and their skills are extraordinary. Otherwise, it would be impossible to build such a huge family business in just thirty years.

The more people in the family who are proficient in small things, the more ways to make money.

Perhaps the benefits produced by one person alone are not obvious, but when thousands of streams come together, an extremely terrifying resource harvesting cycle will be formed.

"First let little friend Xingyuan join the worship hall and learn management from my second uncle. Well, when I am free, I will occasionally guide him in his cultivation."

Chen Ping thought for a while and finally made a decision.
Chapter completed!