Chapter 1 Ximen Evergreen and the Mysterious Stone Ball
Donghuang, Yue State, Cangzhou, Qingyang County.
Qingyang Mountain is towering and tall, shrouded in clouds and mist, and full of aura, just like a holy land of immortals.
The mountains are rich in Qingyang trees, dotted with flowers, birds, insects, and animals. There is a second-level medium-grade spiritual vein on the top of the mountain, more than 300 acres of spiritual fields, and more than ten spiritual medicine gardens.
Since six hundred years ago, the Ximen family has established a family of cultivators here, which continues to this day.
The family currently has two strong foundation builders, more than 300 Qi-training clan members, and more than 3 million ordinary clan members, distributed in the surrounding counties.
Ximen's family tree is like this: the world was created with great changes, there was a Taoist treasure in every birth, benevolence and kindness lasted forever, loyalty and filial piety promoted the family tradition.
Among the tenth generation of the family with Tibetan characters, there is only one founder-building ancestor left, and all eleven generations of Kongzi people have passed away.
Today, the pillars of the Ximen family are the twelve generations of Renzi, Yunzi and Changzi, and they have gradually begun to grow.
In a cave on the top of the mountain, Ximen Changqing is sitting cross-legged and meditating. The spiritual energy around his body is slowly being introduced into the meridians, and after circulating for a week, it is gathering in the Dantian.
As the spiritual energy gathered, the whole person was shrouded in mist, making him look very unreal.
"The fourth level of Qi training is still a little bit behind."
Ximen Changqing breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes slightly disappointed.
He is the fourteenth generation of his family and the fourth eldest. He has just turned fifteen years old. He has been practicing for nine years and is still in the early stage of Qi training.
In the mortal world, the realm of cultivating immortals is divided into five levels: Qi training, foundation building, elixir formation, Yuanying, and god transformation. Every time you advance to a higher realm, it is full of difficulties.
After all, cultivating immortals is going against the will of heaven, building a foundation is not easy, and forming elixirs will lead to thunder and disaster from heaven and earth, let alone Nascent Soul and Transformation God.
Ximen Changqing walked out of the retreat cave, looked at the busy clansmen in the spiritual field in the distance, and sighed slightly.
After all, the family is still too poor. If he had taken the Qi Gathering Pill, he would have already broken through the fourth level of Qi training, and might even advance to the fifth level of Qi training.
"Evergreen."
The patriarch of the clan, Ximen Rende, came over. He was also the biological grandfather of Ximen Changqing. He was the twelfth generation of the family and ranked first. He had seventh-grade water spiritual roots and a fifth-level cultivation base.
In the mortal world, no matter how many spiritual roots you have, the sum total is tenth grade. A single spiritual root must be tenth grade, and the higher the grade, the faster it absorbs the spiritual energy of the corresponding attribute.
In addition, the tenth-grade single spiritual root has the unique advantage of having no bottleneck before forming a pill, making it a top talent that all major sects compete for.
"Grandpa, are you going on a long trip?"
Seeing three storage bags hanging on his grandfather's waist, Ximen Changqing asked.
"I want to go to Yunjian Mountain to give your elder brother some resources for cultivating immortals, and then stop by Yunjianfang." Ximen Rende said with a smile.
"Grandpa, I want to go too."
Ximen Changqing failed to break through and wanted to go out to relax.
"Okay, let's go together."
Grandfather and grandson each rode a wind-chasing beast and headed towards Yunjian Mountain.
Yunjian Mountain is one of the five major sects in the Yue Kingdom. There are eight immortals who form alchemy, and their strength cannot be underestimated. As a subsidiary cultivating family, the Ximen family must turn in 20,000 spiritual stones every ten years.
In the Yue Kingdom, there are a total of twenty-four states. Yunjian Mountain controls the six eastern states, the Hundred Beast Gate controls the six southern states, the four northern states are owned by Qingyu Tower, the five southwest states are owned by the Spiritual Medicine Valley, and the northwest by the Sanxiu Alliance
There are only three states.
In the center of Yue Kingdom, at the junction of the five major sects, there is also a Xianyuan City, which is shared by the five major sects.
Ximen Changqing's eldest brother, Ximen Changkong, has been practicing in Yunjian Mountain. It was a helpless move to send him to the sect in the first place.
Ximen Changkong has a tenth-grade fire spirit root, and the foundation-building family cannot keep it at all. For the safety of his eldest brother, and to express his loyalty to Yunjian Mountain, this is the only choice.
The journey of 150,000 miles only took half a month for the wind-chasing beast, and the grandfather and grandson arrived at Yunjian Mountain successfully.
"This is Yunjian Mountain? What a holy land for immortals!"
What caught Ximen Changqing's eyes was the majestic and straight mountains. Starting from the middle of the mountain, they were looming and obscured by the rich spiritual energy.
Even the concentration of spiritual energy at the foot of the mountain is richer than at the highest point of Qingyang Mountain.
In front of the mountain gate, a handyman disciple at the fourth level of Qi training was using the wind control technique to clean up the fallen leaves on the ground. After gathering them together, a fireball technique set all the fallen leaves on fire.
"This is Yunjian Mountain, who are you looking for?"
Even the handyman disciples have the aura of a large sect, and are neither humble nor arrogant in the face of strong foundation builders.
Ximen Rende smiled and held up his hands: "Little friend, I am the head of the Ximen family in Qingyang Mountain, and I came to see my grandson Ximen Changkong."
When he heard that he was looking for Ximen Changkong, this disciple immediately showed a good attitude and bowed: "It turns out that he is the elder of Senior Brother Ximen. Senior Brother is your direct disciple. Elders in the family can go to the guest reception hall on the mountainside, please."
After saying that, he personally led the way. Ximen Changkong was the great elder's direct disciple. He was a small handyman disciple, and it was difficult to find opportunities to curry favor with him.
Ximen Rende looked sideways at Ximen Changqing and said seriously: "Changqing, wait here."
"I know." Ximen Changqing responded.
As the face of the large sect, the first mountain gate at the foot of the mountain has a welcoming archway built with second-level spiritual materials.
There is an auspicious beast on each side, with a stone ball in its mouth and a ferocious face staring forward.
Directly below the archway, two Qi-training third-level handyman disciples stood there quietly with long swords on their backs.
"careful……"
"boom……"
A dazzling light flew from a distance and hit the ground from the welcoming archway. Suddenly, rubble flew in front of the mountain gate, creating a mess.
Ximen Changqing instinctively covered his face and retreated backwards, but he still suffered some minor injuries. His arm was cut open by a second-order white jade stone.
The two handyman disciples directly below the archway discovered the escape light in advance, and a shield blocked the flying gravel, and they were not injured.
"Uncle Zhao, it's Uncle Zhao, hurry up."
The two of them did not dare to delay. One of them carried the severed arm that had been exhausted to build the foundation, and the other picked up the spiritual sword and quickly ran towards the top of the mountain.
Ximen Changqing waved his sleeves, took a few steps forward, and stepped on a round stone ball.
"The second-level spiritual material is shattered on the ground. If you just pick up a few pieces, you shouldn't be discovered."
Looking at the white jade fragments on the ground, Ximen Changqing felt a little greedy, looked around cautiously, bent down and picked up the stone ball at his feet.
Something puzzling happened. After the stone ball touched the blood on the palm, it suddenly became smaller, only as big as a sesame seed. Then it was absorbed by the palm and entered the inside of the palm.
"What's happening here?"
Ximen Changqing was greatly surprised. This stone ball was definitely not white jade. It was probably a treasure. But why did Yunjian Mountain put the treasure here?
Regarding the origin of the stone ball, Ximen Changqing couldn't figure it out for a while. He was a little surprised and a little scared, and he couldn't figure out whether this thing was a blessing or a curse for him.
He tried to perceive the stone ball with his mind and control it according to his own will.
After some attempts, Ximen Changqing breathed a sigh of relief. The stone ball seemed to be a part of his body and completely obeyed his thoughts.
It can stay in the palm of your hand or appear in your hand at any time. The shape and size can be controlled.
Ximen Changqing frowned slightly and released his spiritual consciousness to explore this mysterious ball.
"This...there is actually a space inside, with huge rocks, pools, open spaces, and even a spiritual field."
There was a hint of uneasiness in the surprise, and Ximen Changqing forced himself to suppress his emotions. This was Yunjian Mountain after all, and it would be troublesome if someone discovered him.
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