Three days later, Luo Hong and Yu Ruoxi had left Wushan. The Qian family was holding Qian Tianbao's funeral. Immortal cultivators from five families gathered to bid farewell to him.
"Without the patriarch of the foundation-building period, the Qian family is afraid that it will decline like the Zhou family. Why do they have to cling to the secret method passed down from their ancestors?"
Zhao Qingling murmured to herself among the guards of the Zhao family's immortal cultivators. She never thought there was anything wrong with her choice, she just didn't understand it.
At this time, clanging footsteps were heard outside the mourning hall, and soon a girl wearing tiger-head armor and holding a spear ran in.
Looking at the coffin in the center of the mourning hall, the girl lowered her head silently, her eyebrows covered by black hair.
"Mulan, my condolences."
After that day, Granny Sun became slightly rickety, and her body became increasingly stale, and she was only one step away from the coffin in the mourning hall.
Qian Mulan didn't respond. The hand holding the gun trembled because of too much force. Suddenly, as if her patience had reached its limit, she raised the gun and slammed it on the ground.
There was a "bang" sound, and the whole mourning hall shook three times!
Qian Mulan then hit it twice more, each one harder than the last, causing many of the guests to stagger.
"Mulan, have you advanced to foundation building?!"
Zhao Qingling and other clan leaders immediately noticed the girl's cultivation based on her aura. They looked shocked at first, and then showed their original expressions.
I think Qian Tianbao chose to give it a go just because he had a successor to the Qian family.
"I'm fine. Elders, did my father have any last words before he died?"
Qian Mulan raised her head, her eyes were slightly red, but she did not shed tears. She raised her hand and asked the heads of the three families.
"It's a pity that we didn't get to see Brother Qian for the last time. This is Brother Qian's storage bag. Mulan, please keep it."
The head of the Li family shook his head regretfully and handed over a bloody storage bag.
Sensing that her father's consciousness was still on the storage bag, Qian Mulan knew that no one had opened the storage bag before her.
"Elders, you are very considerate, thank you very much."
After saying thank you, Qian Mulan wiped away the remaining memories of her father left in the world with a determined look on her face, and put her spiritual consciousness into the storage bag to search for it.
Not here!
Her expression suddenly changed.
"Mulan, is something wrong?"
Zhao Qingling asked suspiciously.
"Ah, it's okay, I just didn't expect my father to carry the leftover doll I played with when I was young.
Dare I ask you seniors, were there any other immortal cultivators present when my father passed away?"
The heads of the Sun and Li families looked at each other, and then looked at Zhao Qingling in unison. After all, Luo Hong and Yu Ruoxi were both guests of the Zhao family.
"Mulan, those two people did not harm your father, and they are both disciples of the Danjie monks. You must not vent your anger on them."
Zhao Qingling did not want the newly promoted head of the Qian family to die young due to some unwise actions.
"Mulan is also a sensible person and will definitely not anger others. It's just that it's about my father's death. I want to know as much as possible. I also ask the head of the Zhao family to help."
Qian Mulan lowered his head and cupped his hands, hiding the glint in his eyes.
Who did the father give the jade slip to?
Must figure it out!
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Thousands of miles away from the Hidden Moon Sect, near Shanyang City, there is a Ling Tea Garden jointly run by several immortal cultivating families.
This garden is rich in a kind of spiritual tea called "Qingxin", which can make drinkers calm down and clear their minds. It is not expensive and is very popular among the majority of immortal cultivators.
Today coincides with the production of new tea. Several deacons in the tea garden invited friends from their respective families and set up several tables in the tea viewing pavilion to enjoy tea and chat. It was very pleasant.
These people are quite old. Although their cultivation is around the twelfth level of Qi Refining, they are high-ranking officials in their respective families. In terms of power, they are three points higher than those in the family who only know about cultivation in the Foundation Establishment Stage.
"Brother Huang, your family has been on good terms with the Hidden Moon Sect for generations. Is there any way to trade Foundation Establishment Pills?"
"Has brother Xian Xian received any news? Otherwise, with the strength of your Song family, you shouldn't have to worry about a few foundation-building pills."
"Brother Huang, don't pretend to be confused because you understand. I don't believe you don't know that the Bloody Forbidden Land is about to be closed for 60 years!"
"All the moderately powerful immortal cultivating families in Yue Kingdom are aware of this matter, and naturally our Huang family is also aware of it."
"In that case..."
"In this case, Brother Song Xian should not say this. You must know that in the next sixty years, the foundation-building pills of our Yue Kingdom Immortal World will only be reduced by one pill!
None of the Immortal Cultivation families who know this news don’t want to prepare more for their own family. Even if I have a way, I will leave it to my family.
Although we have a good personal relationship, there is really nothing we can do about this, dear brother, please forgive me."
"Hey, I really shouldn't embarrass Brother Huang, it's just about the Foundation Establishment Pill, but I have something else I want to ask Brother Huang for help with.
My youngest son has reached the age of cultivating immortals, so I asked Brother Huang to help build a bridge so that this child can have the honor to join the Hidden Moon Sect."
"Haha, dear brother, you have a good idea. A male cultivator can join the Hidden Moon Sect, but a dual cultivator with good looks and qualifications cannot run away. I think I, Huang, also had this idea when I was young, but unfortunately I couldn't do it.
Today, I borrowed my good nephew’s wish to fulfill my wish back then!”
"Thank you, Brother Huang. My youngest son has average qualifications. I don't ask him to build a foundation. I just ask him to spread the branches and leaves of the family and give birth to more descendants with spiritual roots."
"Hey, my dear brother, what you said is wrong. Now that he has become a member of the Hidden Moon Sect and has mastered the art of dual cultivation, my nephew may not have the opportunity to build the foundation."
"Is it so powerful? It's not like I haven't tried dual cultivation before. Although it is not the secret method of the Hidden Moon Sect, the effect should not be much different, but it feels like it is only a little faster than normal cultivation."
"Haha, dear brother, that is a female dual cultivator with the same cultivation level as myself. If the other party is a senior foundation builder, it will be very different!"
"Brother Huang was just joking. We can only dream about things like this."
"Haha, so I'm just saying that there is a chance. My nephew is very handsome. What if something like this happens to me!"
The two immortal cultivators dressed as scribes were excited to talk. After drinking some spiritual tea, they were about to discuss the newly published "List of Flowers Covering the Moon and Shame on Flowers."
Suddenly, a powerful breath of magic came, and then a gentle voice came:
"Can you two give up this place for a moment?"
"Ah, it turns out he is a senior from the Hidden Moon Sect! Brother Song Xiandi and I will leave immediately! By the way, senior, do you want to try some top-quality Qingxin tea?"
As soon as the scribe named Huang saw the pattern on the person's robe, he knew the identity of the person who came. He immediately stood up and saluted respectfully, eager to please him.
"No need, the two of us will leave immediately after our conversation."
The woman in white waved away the Huang and Song people who were bowing in front of her, and said helplessly to the people behind her:
"You kid, are you that afraid of me if you haven't come down yet?"
A young man in yellow stepped into the pavilion hesitantly and looked at the back of the woman in white with a very complicated mood.