About half an hour later, a figure rushed out of the sea, holding tightly a small green vine that looked like an emerald carving.

Naturally, he was Chen Ping who came here in a hurry.

The spiritual vine used for communication was swallowed by a sea octopus, and its position shifted hundreds of miles.

Fortunately, he was thick-skinned and took the "mother" Sky Vine back to hunt for the treasure. Otherwise, if he had been later, he might have missed it.

But this thing can increase your life span by twenty years?

Chen Ping's eyes were puzzled, and he kept looking over and over.

It was not that he suspected that the Sky Vine was talking nonsense, but that although the vitality of the Spirit Vine was strong, it was far from being as abundant as a source.

"At present, it is just a larvae, and it still needs to be fed a lot of nutrients."

The Sky Vine clasped its hands on its chest and said nonchalantly: "Now, if you chew it and take it, you can barely increase your life span by two or three years."

"I see."

Chen Ping was moved in his heart and asked: "I wonder what nutrients need to be irrigated so that it can continue to grow?"

"The flesh and blood of all the races in the world."

Tian Qiong Vine chuckled and said leisurely: "Didn't Fellow Daoist Chen harvest several bodies containing elixir energy from this battle? Just throw one to it and it will mature in just half a year."

"It's impossible for this thing to grow into an existence like Daoist Teng, right?"

Chen Ping thought for a moment with his eyes half-closed, but he still said bluntly.

"Ignorant people are really ridiculous. It took tens of millions of spiritual seeds to provide a member of the Sky Vine Clan..."

Perhaps he felt that he had made a mistake, Tian Qiong Veng stopped talking and said impatiently: "If you want to be a soldier, you might as well return the spirit vine to me. Besides, this vine is for the convenience of contact, and I didn't say that I would give it to you as a gift."

"Friend Teng, please calm down."

Chen Ping maintained his calm demeanor and said: "My stone plus Taoist Friend Di's, the two spiritual seeds count as 400,000 spirit stones. Do you have any objections to Taoist Teng?"

He knew clearly that Tianqiong Vine brought Di Yaoxian to Haichang with him because he probably felt it was not safe to be alone.

However, the appearance of Di Yaoxian did affect the situation of the battle. Otherwise, even if he could escape, the Chen family would cease to exist.

Chen Ping always repays kindness and does not like to be in debt.

What's more, Immortal Di Yao is on the verge of reaching his end. His Nine-Yang True Fire Comb is very powerful, so he has some ideas.

"There's no need for spiritual stones. I don't care about them at all."

Tianqiongteng curled his lips disdainfully and said with a change of tone: "There seems to be half of the fourth-level spiritual wood in the storage ring of Saint Wood and Stone. Fellow Daoist Chen can just exchange it with me."

"No problem, but I'd like to trouble you, Fellow Daoist Teng, to stay in our clan for a while. Fellow Daoist Wood's magic imprint is extraordinary and won't be removed for a while."

Chen Ping frowned, then nodded and said.

After getting along with him several times, he found that except for high-level spiritual trees, other treasures were basically not worth mentioning in the eyes of Sky Vine.

This makes the room for discussion between the two people infinitely wider.

The real Yang Fanying will die in less than ten years. Tianqiongteng is a foreigner and probably has little interest in running the human race.

The popular Yehuo Alliance Chen Ping is still eyeing it, intending to annex it.

Seeing that Chen Ping agreed so happily, Tianqiong Vine also looked happy and took the initiative to explain various matters about cultivating the spirit vine.

And Chen Ping also controlled the escape light without any hurry and listened patiently.

The belongings of Deng Fengcheng and other enemy leaders, including two Taoist corpses, were all on him, so he was the one who was least anxious.

…

When a ray of blue light flew from the clouds into the island, a dark crowd was already standing under Haichang City.

The four Yuan Dan, Chen Xiangwen, Gong Lingshan, Di Yaoxian, and Fan Yiqiao, are floating in the air and have no communication with each other.

The brilliance dissipated, and a man in green clothes flew across the void. With every step he took, a film of sword shadows emerged.

"Welcome ancestor!"

"Senior Chen Ping, long blessings!"

Hundreds of monks bowed to the sky and cheered in unison.

Although everyone does not know much about the specific process of the high-level battle group, it does not hinder their sincere admiration and gratitude.

Because it was Chen Ping who was the last Yuan Dan to intervene on the battlefield, his move was equivalent to directly saving his own low-level monks.

The grace of survival and the grace of reward raised Chen Ping's image to an indescribable level in the hearts of cultivators, and even the disciples on the Broken Star Sect felt a different kind of emotion.

"No gifts for everyone."

Chen Ping turned around and smiled at Xi, without losing his dignity.

"Pretend, humans are the best at showing off."

Sky Vine snorted coldly and muttered casually.

His spiritual consciousness scanned the array below, and Chen Ping had a rough idea in his mind. Even if the Chen family won this family battle, the price paid would be heavy.

Of the 400 Qi-training monks who participated in the battle, less than half remained. The number of Foundation-building monks was also reduced by more than ten, and they must have been buried on the island forever.

Almost all of the remaining monks were injured. Some of them had exhausted their mana and suffered some superficial injuries. Some of them had broken arms and legs and were barely able to support themselves.

"Ping'er, take a look, this is the result of my preliminary statistics just now."

Chen Xiangwen handed over a jade slip and said slowly, with an unconcealable sadness in his expression.

Taking a closer look with his spiritual consciousness, Chen Ping immediately sighed a few times. As he had previously judged, a total of eleven foundation builders died in the battle, and most of them fell under the Deng family's calamity-inducing thunder beads.

Among them, seven belong to the Chen family, namely Chen Tong, Chen Zhengchu, Chen Mu Nian, Liu Daoxiao, Tu Zhenxi, "Sesame" White Jade Clam Demon, and Gou Shouxun, the former deputy leader of the Loose Cultivator Alliance.

The remaining four are the elders of Broken Star Sect.

Yes, although Xue Yun herself was stationed in the city, she sent two domesticated second-level spiritual beasts onto the battlefield to coordinate with them to kill the enemy.

Sesame's cultivation level was a little higher than that of Sweet Potato. Unfortunately, he suffered the disadvantage of fighting on land and not being able to fly. In the end, it was Stepping Crystal Crane who survived.

As for the Qi-training monks, a total of 215 people were lost.

There were guests from the Enshrining Hall, people who had returned from the original Loose Cultivator Alliance, and members of the Chen family, Geng family, Tu family, Guan family, and Liu family, as well as thirty to forty outer disciples of the Broken Star Sect.

The names of clan elders such as Chen Baishan, Chen Qiudong, and Chen Jinsong are also on the list.

Those old people who didn't have much life to live had believed from the beginning that they could get back their money by killing one and make money by killing two. They only attacked but not defended, and they all perished not long after the two sides started fighting.

Seeing all the familiar faces disappear forever, even a hard-hearted cultivator like Chen Ping couldn't help but sigh.

"Chen Xiangwen and Chen Ping are members of the family after all, and their bond is too heavy."

Fan Yiqiao looked on calmly, finding it difficult to empathize with this.

A group of Qi Practitioners and Foundation Builders also died in Broken Star Sect. He was heartbroken, but it was far from being able to alleviate his sadness.

If there are no more people, just hold a few more rounds of immortal ascension conferences the next year and lower the conditions to recruit seedlings. As long as the orthodoxy still exists, will there still be a shortage of low-level disciples?

"Thank you for your hard work, fellow Taoists."

As if aware of Fan Yiqiao's gaze, in just a moment, Chen Ping's face returned to calm. With a wave of his sleeves, dozens of colorful elixir bottles "clicked" in the air, and thousands of elixir-scented streams of light shot downward.

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The surviving low-level monks received three high-quality healing elixirs without discrimination.

"Thank you ancestor for the reward!"

"Senior Renyi!"

The cultivators once again cheered in unison with gratitude.

"Next, you need to truthfully hand over the trophies collected personally."

Chen Ping's eyes were bright and he shouted loudly: "According to the rules of points, all resources captured in the battle, whether they belong to the enemy or the dead comrades, are not allowed to be pocketed privately. Violators will be killed without mercy."

This time, the cultivators couldn't help but look at each other, most of them became silent, and the atmosphere suddenly became depressing.

"Forefather, I have collected two high-grade spiritual weapons, three storage rings, and six storage bags. One of the storage rings was the possession of the second elder Chen Mu Nian during his lifetime."

In the frozen atmosphere, Chen Yiru was the first to express his stance and put the trophy on the ground.

Her expression was a little heavy, and it was obvious that her aunt's death had a great impact on her.

Chen Ping nodded silently and looked at the others.

Then, Chen Xingchao, Chen Dieyu, Ye Mofan, Chen Hongjie, etc. did not hesitate much and followed the instructions one after another.

"Fellow Daoist Chen Ping's words are exactly what I meant. Do you still want me to use strong methods?"

Gong Lingshan frowned and scolded the Broken Star Gate crowd.

"Disciples don't dare."

Fan Chiyan and Huang Yuguan, two half-step Yuan Dan masters, quietly glanced at Fan Yiqiao. After seeing the same cold look in his eyes, their hearts beat faster and they hurriedly put down the trophies one by one.

For a time, the treasures under the city wall piled up like a mountain, exuding colorful and mysterious colors, and the gathered treasure energy soared into the sky.

"To be honest, in order to prevent anyone from getting lucky, I will use the soul search technique to retrieve your memories of the past three days. Anyone who maliciously deceives you will be killed on the spot."
To be continued...