The silver worm inscription on the second Kunpeng feather was easier to understand. After analyzing it, Luo Hong could sense the aura of Lei Fa after only analyzing it at 30 to 40%.
Obviously, if Luo Hong fails to find Luo Hu for You Tian Kunpeng within the time limit, this feather will be triggered, and the Kunpeng True Thunder contained in it will be enough to wipe out Luo Hong.
When he reached the third feather, Luo Hong had just comprehended it for a moment, then he showed a look of surprise, then frowned and muttered to himself:
"The Ten Thousand Realms Swallowing Yuan Gong? What do you mean? Could it be that this is my reward after completing the mission?"
Luo Hong thought for a while and felt that he should not be too arbitrary, but how could he turn a blind eye to this great gift before his eyes.
After gritting his teeth for a moment, he stretched out his hand to grab the cup of enlightenment tea and drank it without saying a word.
Suddenly, it was like receiving a cleansing energy. Luo Hong's soul seemed to tremble and fluctuate at high speed. When he looked at the silver worm inscription on the third feather, he couldn't help but feel a sudden enlightenment.
The speed of enlightenment that was originally like a turtle crawling instantly increased dozens of times.
This wonderful state of communicating with the world and gaining insights all the time made Luo Hong immersed in it, completely unaware of the years in the house.
....
Time flies by like a fleeting moment, eight years have passed in a hurry since Luo Hong announced his retreat.
In the past eight years, Wanjianmen has been growing at an extremely fast rate every moment.
With the help of Luo Hong's reputation, Shuangqin Mountain has become the direct sphere of influence of Wanjian Sect within a radius of thousands of miles.
Except for a few of the original cultivating families in this area who moved away voluntarily, they have all remained in the form of affiliated forces of Wanjian Sect.
These cultivating families must pay a sum of spiritual stones and prescribed offerings every year, and some of the young children in the family who are suitable for cultivation must also be separated and wait for the upcoming ten years to become disciples of Wanjian Sect.
It can be said that Luo Hong completely copied the previous model of the Yue Kingdom's immortal cultivation world, allowing half of the immortal cultivation families in Guangnan Prefecture to provide nutrients for Wanjian Sect.
What these cultivating families have gained is absolute order and security. At least until Luo Hong's reputation fades, no cultivator dares to attack the disciples of Wanjian Sect and the affiliated families.
But even so, the Wanjian Sect is still very weak. Although there are many talented people among the Qi Refining disciples, and many of them are even known as geniuses, when it comes to high-level monks, they are simply incompetent.
At this time, a few Nascent Soul cultivators came randomly and could easily destroy the Ten Thousand Swords Sect as long as they could break through the Ten Thousand Swords Formation that Luo Hong had set up without much thought.
Therefore, Zi Ling's past eight years have been quite difficult, almost walking on thin ice. After all, there is only so much meat in Guangnan Mansion. If Wan Jianmen eats one more bite, the other immortal cultivating families will have to eat less.
Even with the support of Luo Hong's prestige, if the pressure is too much, he is not alone and cannot find connections to use.
Zi Ling is constantly weighing expansion or maintaining stability every day. If it weren't for her mother being the head of the Miaoyin Sect, and having been exposed to it since she was a child, she really wouldn't be able to do this job well.
After handling a lot of sect affairs, Zi Ling, who was deeply tired, waved away Wang Hu in the hall.
Seeing the stout man turning his head three times with each step, Zi Ling was mentally exhausted and couldn't help but feel a little headache.
Although she has used the Mysterious Skills and Secrets of the Miaoyin Sect to cover up her true appearance, her unreasonable body still charms the surrounding creatures all the time, and is beyond her control.
Even though Wang Hu was an alchemy monk in the same realm, over the years, his heart had already been placed on the apparently ordinary-looking Master Zi Ling.
"I can't stay anymore. I have to leave after ten years!"
Zi Ling doesn't like the wandering life either, but now she neither has the cultivation level to live in seclusion nor the ability to control her naturally charming body, so she can only move to the cave every once in a while.
Otherwise, if there are too many monks affected by her naturally charming body, she will inevitably be involved in the turmoil.
Standing up and taking steps, Zi Ling was thinking about where to go after leaving Wanjianmen, and walked into a small teleportation array behind the screen.
With a flash of inspiration, Zi Ling's figure appeared in a luxurious house.
This is the residence built by her leader who "used power for personal gains". Since many precious spiritual materials were used, the concentration of spiritual energy is three to four times higher than that of the outside world, making it an excellent place for cultivation.
Looking at the huge cold jade bed in the room, Zi Ling couldn't help but raise a sly smile.
Hehe, Brother Luo is so happy to be the hands-off shopkeeper, so it’s not an exaggeration for me to take advantage of him.
Just when Zi Ling was about to start her daily practice, she suddenly caught sight of a strange figure out of the corner of her eye. She froze for a moment, then immediately reached out to grab the jade token at her waist.
"It's so good. I don't want to commit murder in vain, so I ask the donor not to get excited."
As a male voice sounded, Zi Ling's mind suddenly became quiet, as if he had forgotten about grabbing the jade medal around his waist, his arms suddenly froze in mid-air, and his eyes became confused.
Fortunately, this abnormality only lasted for one breath. After one breath, Zi Ling's eyes became alert again, but he did not dare to act rashly again.
He turned his head and looked at the strange figure in the room.
I saw that this person was a middle-aged man, wearing a purple gold cassock, with a hairless head, holding a magic wand, and looking at Zi Ling with a serious face.
"Buddhist cultivation?"
After seeing the appearance of the infiltrator clearly, Zi Ling immediately whispered in confusion, and then asked with a big frown:
"Who are you? We, the Wanjian Sect, have not had any contact with Buddhism, but Master has some misunderstanding?"
When his spiritual consciousness swept over the other party, but there was no feedback at all, Zi Ling knew that the other party was a person with great magical powers whose cultivation was much higher than hers. At the moment, he just wanted to delay time and find a glimmer of hope.
As for the so-called misunderstanding, she knew that it was impossible.
"The poor monk is not here for the sect's affairs. He just wants to ask the donor if he knows the whereabouts of the donor. The poor monk has something important to look for him."
Although there was no hostility in the middle-aged monk's words, he still had an extremely serious expression on his face, without the compassion of a monk, which made Zi Ling feel chilled.
"The great elder of our sect is in retreat in the mountains. If this senior wants to pay his respects and hand over a greeting card or send a message with a flying sword, why would he do such a rude thing!"
Zi Ling tried angrily and shouted bad luck.
She now fully understood that she was protecting Luo Hong from disaster.
"Donor Zi Ling, please don't deceive the poor monk. In the past three years, the poor monk has already explored every inch of Shuangqin Mountain with his spiritual consciousness, and there is no trace of Donor Luo at all.
Even if Donor Luo is really in retreat, he is definitely not in Shuangqin Mountain!"
After saying that, the middle-aged monk looked at Zi Ling with an unchanged expression for a moment, and then suddenly sighed:
"That's all, there is no room for mercy in the affairs of our master. Purple Spirit Donor, please forgive me for offending this poor monk!"