The small sect that was originally on the side of the Wei Kingdom has now crossed a million miles and annexed all three surrounding mortal kingdoms. It dominates one side and avoids all other forces.
Even the Holy Land of Shaking Light, which is closest to the other countries, has chosen to evacuate, unwilling to have a head-on conflict with the Green Lotus Territory.
A lot of things have changed in two years. The Yan, Han, and Wei who previously occupied this place no longer exist.
Even Da Chu, which had the largest territory, was forced to move its capital, and its territory and population dropped significantly. It was expropriated by Yaoguang Holy Land as an external territory and ruled directly.
The main city of the Qinglian Territory is built near the Yunduan Mountains. Although the source veins here are sparse and the spiritual energy is no longer there, it is still more than enough to supply the monks in the secret realm of the Dao Palace.
In the eyes of outsiders, the Qinglian Territory is just an emerging force. Two of its major ministers, the Yellow Dragon Demon General and the Lu Yu Demon General, are not stationed within the sect, but live in their respective cities.
Chu Yue, the lord of Qinglian City, only has the cultivation level of Shenqiao and is not considered a big power.
Among the major forces in the Southern Territory, only the Yaoguang Holy Land truly knows the ownership of the Azure Lotus Emperor's soldiers, while the rest are just guessing.
At this time in Yancheng, two nobles dressed in brocade were standing on the city gate tower. Among them, the young man with a delicate face looked down at the people below the gate tower, as if looking for something.
Another middle-aged man stood silently behind the young man, his eyes shining with golden light and his breath deep.
Su Yu withdrew his spiritual thoughts, and said through his spiritual thoughts: "Lingyang, have you found it?"
Lingyang, who transformed into an ordinary face, replied: "My spiritual thoughts have been covering Yan City, and I have not found the girl that His Highness mentioned."
The city is a scene of mortals, with pedestrians coming and going on the streets. Various foods are sold at the stalls on both sides. The crystal candied haws and yellow-orange pears exude a beautiful luster under the sunlight.
Accompanied by one or two long and lively shouts, the elderly and children were communicating in low voices, and the atmosphere was full of fireworks.
"Candied haws, a fruit produced by a century-old hawthorn tree. Take a walk and take a look. If you pass by, don't miss it!"
"Li Ji Roast Duck Restaurant, fragrant meat and bone soup, one item, two meals, three treats!"
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Su Yu looked at the scenery of Yandu and said thoughtfully: "Are you here early? Or are you waiting for Ye Fan..."
He smiled and disappeared into the morning sun, and the middle-aged man behind him also turned into a light golden rain and dissipated in the light.
In the Ji family in the Southern Region, in the palace belonging to the eighth ancestor of the Ji family, a beautiful girl sat quietly on the desk with an extremely respectful attitude.
An old man in black robes stood in the hall and kept pacing. His aura was revealed, and the pressure from the peak of the first level of Sendai made Ji Biyue below change his color.
The eighth ancestor of the Ji family stopped, looked down at Ji Biyue who looked worried, and said with a gloomy face: "You almost ruined my big event?"
"Grandpa Eighth, forgive me. Biyue also wanted to complete the things assigned by Grandpa Eighth as soon as possible, but sister Ziyue's consciousness is very sharp and she discovered my arrangement early, so she escaped."
Ji Biyue lowered her head and expressed her difficulties sincerely.
The last time the eighth ancestor of the Ji family asked her to get Ji Ziyue's bronze ring, she failed, but she got a lot of benefits.
Now her eighth grandpa is at the top of the family, with a very high status and generous spending.
If she can get him to support her, it will be very important for both her and her father.
"snort!"
The eighth ancestor of the Ji family flicked his sleeves, turned around, and said nothing. This time, Ji Biyue's sudden advance made him a little unhappy.
Ji Biyue noticed that the other party's anger had subsided a little. She stood up and took long steps. Her green rosy clothes shone with beautiful brilliance, covering her graceful body. Her fair and tender skin was revealed as she moved around. There was something touching about it.
Soulful charm.
"Grandpa Eighth, Sister Ziyue is only in the Shenqiao Realm, but she can escape the pursuit of two people from the Dao Palace Secret Realm. There must be a big secret in this."
The eighth ancestor of the Ji family glanced at Ji Biyue and said nothing. He said lightly: "Biyue, let's end this matter!"
After speaking, he waved his hand, and two palace officials with indifferent faces walked out of the hall.
"Your Highness Biyue, please!"
Ji Biyue closed her eyes, said nothing more, bowed respectfully, and then slowly walked out of the palace.
Calm returned to the magnificent palace, with only the candles in the green glass lamps burning, quietly and soundlessly.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew through, causing a row of candles to sway. A crack opened in the void, and a black shadow walked out, turning into a young man in black robe, who was Ji Biyue's father, Ji Yanyun.
Ji Yanyun glanced at the eighth ancestor of the Ji family, sat calmly on the case table, and said quietly: "It's just a trivial matter, why blame Biyue."
"Yan Yun, it seems that your daughter is more anxious than you."
The eighth ancestor of the Ji family also sat down cross-legged, looked into Ji Yanyun's eyes, and said meaningfully.
"It's not a big deal, but Biyue is really a little impatient this time. I will tell her when I get back."
Regarding Ji Yanyun's promise, the Eighth Patriarch of the Ji family didn't say much. He showed a hint of divine power, looked at the handsome Ji Yanyun, and said thoughtfully: "Have you broken through the way of the Second Immortal?"
Ji Yanyun, who was drinking, stood up. He put down his jade cup and stared at the eighth uncle, who always had black hair and black robes. Finally, he nodded and said softly: "What happened some time ago."
The eighth ancestor of the Ji family chuckled, raised the jade cup, tasted it slightly, and said meaningfully: "Why don't you tell us about such a happy event? There has been no great power in the family for a long time!"
Ji Yanyun's eyes were clear and he said very frankly: "Uncle Eighth, there is no need to test. You are right. I do want to compete for the position of Holy Lord!"
"A year ago, Yan Zhi had already climbed the sixth small step to the second level of Sendai. It would be too difficult for you to catch up with him."
The eighth ancestor of the Ji family shook his head slightly, not optimistic about Ji Yanyun's future. In the ancient family, blood is the most respected, and strength is second.
Although Ji Yanyun is also Ji Tianyun's legitimate son, there is still a big gap between him and Ji Yanzhi.
He had only entered the second level of Immortal Stage not long ago, and Ji Yanzhi was already close to a high-level power. This kind of competition was meaningless.
"I know, but this can be regarded as my knot. Now that I have become the Second Immortal, I still want to give it a try. If Uncle Eight wants to ask for a hand in marriage for Taoist Cao, Yan Yun will definitely help him!"
Ji Yanyun did not hide his thoughts and directly stated his price.
"Can you be Ziyue's master?"
"Eldest brother is even less likely to betroth Ziyue to an outsider."
Seeing the teasing gesture of the eighth ancestor of the Ji family, Ji Yanyun released a hint of coercion, and instantly, an aura of powerful immortality filled the hall.
"In two years, I have broken through two realms!"
The eighth ancestor of the Ji family drank a cup of aged wine without changing his expression, his eyes flashing with dark light, like an abyss, exuding the charm of the void.
He said calmly: "I will not participate in this kind of thing. In fact, you don't need to ask for my help. If you can advance all the way and become a Dao Slayer, there is no need to fight for the position of Holy Lord. The whole family will support you as Holy Lord."
host."
As soon as these words came out, even Ji Yanyun, who had a gentle personality, changed his color.
Seeing that the Eighth Patriarch didn't want to get involved, he felt a little helpless. He closed his eyes and said with a complex expression: "Why is the Eighth Uncle joking? It's easier said than done to cut through a huge barrier like a natural chasm!"
For thousands of years, in the entire Huanggu Ji family, only the ancestor broke through the Heavenly Cutting Gate, and the other two immortals with extraordinary talents were all at the level of the Holy Lord.
Although he believed that he could become a Holy Lord, the third level of Xiantai was as difficult as ascending to heaven. Many peerless Holy Lords and Emperors of Zhongzhou were trapped in this way, and finally died at the end of their lives.
Ji Yanyun stood up and bowed, without saying anything else. The eighth uncle's attitude was already superficial, and it would be useless no matter how much he said!
Seeing Ji Yanyun leaving, the eighth ancestor of the Ji family smiled mockingly.
Originally, he just wanted to hide behind the scenes and monitor Ji Ziyue with the help of Ji Biyue, but he didn't expect to be mistaken by Ji Yanyun.