On the bottom floor of the White Tower, in a medicinal field shrouded by restrictions, Zhongli Hua was walking among the elixirs. From time to time he would give instructions to the servants who were handling these elixirs, looking like an expert.
After a while, while she was listening to a servant's report with a straight face, she suddenly felt a breath, and a joyful expression immediately appeared on her face.
Immediately, she left the servant behind, and with a flash of inspiration, she fled towards the entrance of the medicine field.
After ten breaths, Zhongli Hua came out of the medicine field, where a figure who looked eighty-nine times like her was waiting here.
It turned out that the owner of the aura she sensed just now was none other than her sister Zhongli Shu.
"Sister, why did the Holy Son recruit you this time? Did he ask you to sleep with him?!"
As soon as they met, Zhongli Hua asked excitedly.
"Damn girl, what are you thinking about? The Holy Son just wanted to go out and asked me to go over and explain some things!"
Zhong Lishu's face immediately turned red when he heard this, and the wings of light behind his back flapped slightly involuntarily.
"Hmph, it's all my fault that I made my own decision before. Otherwise, I would have become the son of the Holy Son, and my sister would have to compensate me!"
Seeing this, Zhongli Hua even wrapped his arms around Zhongli Shu with a smile, his hands becoming irregular as usual.
"Oh, don't make trouble, I have something serious to tell you.
The Holy Son has been in seclusion for twenty years, and this is the first time he has been out for a long time. During this period, we will decide the affairs in the tower, but we must not be careless!"
Zhong Lishu slapped his sister's hand away angrily and tried to put on a serious face.
"Sister, Lord Holy Son, can you tell me what's going on?"
When it came to business, Zhongli's paintings finally came into some shape, and he asked curiously.
"You girl, you really have forgotten your days. The Fei Ling Festival is about to be held, and the Holy Son will naturally go to Jiuyue Palace to listen to the Jiuyue Spirit Emperor's sermon!
I heard that the Holy Son did not even participate in the competition this time, but was assigned a spot, which is really amazing!"
Zhong Lishu's eyes were shining brightly.
"How can I, a small low-level flying spiritual master, think about this event every three hundred years?
And when you think about it, you know that this kind of event is just a better trading opportunity for monks like us who are not talented enough.
But as long as we sisters do well in the tasks ordered by His Majesty the Holy Son, a little reward from His Majesty will be of infinite use to us!
Therefore, I’m really not interested in this Tianling Sheng Festival!”
Zhongli Hua waved his jade hand, said something with little interest, and then suddenly said to himself with a look of longing on his face:
"What a beautiful thing it would be to become the concubine of the Holy Son and stay with him forever!"
"Giggle, okay, now is not the time to dream, come with me to replace Master Azi's body-tempering spiritual fluid.
That Black Viper Water is too domineering, I can't handle it alone."
Seeing his sister's nymphomaniac look, Zhongli Shu couldn't help but hit her on the head and chuckled.
"What are you dreaming about? My sister always says depressing words. I will ask Master Azi to say good things to me later."
Zhonglihua pouted and followed angrily.
Three months later, on the top of a giant peak covered with buildings, dozens of giant birds of various species were soaring.
I saw one or more Feiling tribesmen sitting on their backs. It was obvious that the Feiling tribe monks who were not good at refining spiritual treasures had cultivated these giant birds into spirit boats for traveling.
In order to hide his identity, Luo Hong naturally sat cross-legged on a giant bird with beautiful fur.
But before he could find a place to land, a violent wave of spiritual energy attracted his attention.
Turning around, he saw that above a huge square in the building complex, there was a fierce battle between a colorful strange bird with four wings on its back and a giant vulture wrapped in the yellow wind.
"The holy sons of the Horned Eagle Clan and the Yellow Wind Clan? Haha, they started testing each other so quickly."
Luo Hong, who transformed into Jieyuan, shook his head and immediately looked back.
A moment later, Luo Hong controlled the giant bird under him and landed on a high tower outside.
Immediately, a flying spiritual master from the Jiuyue tribe came forward.
"Senior is the Holy Son of the Five Lights Clan?"
"Exactly, this is Xie's invitation."
After jumping off the giant bird, Luo Hong immediately threw a piece of jade.
"Senior is finally here. You will be late in half a day, which will cause trouble for both you and me!"
After the Jiuyue youth tested the jade, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said.
"Oh? Is Xie the last one to arrive?"
Luo Hong asked casually.
"Of course, it stands to reason that the seniors of the Holy Sons of each branch should arrive ten days ago, after all, only in that way can the seniors of the Holy Sons have the opportunity to communicate with each other.
But senior didn't come until the last day, so he can only wait to enter Jiuyue Palace tomorrow."
The Jiuyue youth seemed to feel quite sorry for Luo Hong.
"Haha, it's okay. Let's take Xie to his residence."
Judging from the scene just now, this so-called exchange was just a battle of wits between "children", and Luo Hong didn't feel it was a pity that he missed it.
What's more, when the Holy Lord of the Five Lights Clan came to call him, his research on Qingluo Fruit was in the most critical final step, so it was impossible to interrupt his exit.
"Okay, this junior will lead the way for the seniors."
The young man from the Jiuyue tribe bowed after hearing this, then turned around and flew up.
However, it seemed that he needed to pass through the giant square to go to his residence, so after a while, Luo Hong saw the two Feiling Tribe saints who had fought before.
They had already used their clan's magical power of transformation just now, and now the winner was almost determined.
The giant vulture transformed by the Holy Son of the Yellow Wind Clan was waving its wings desperately at this moment, shrouding the entire square in the extremely violent natal spiritual wind, blowing the colorful strange bird tottering, and the spiritual light on its body shone.
It goes out again.
Obviously, although this yellow wind is not sharp or bone-piercing, it can suppress the opponent's magic power and prevent it from leaving the body easily.
When the opponent is unable to use his magical power smoothly, even if Huang Feng's own lethality is insufficient, he can still slowly wear down the opponent.
But how could the monks of the Horned Vulture clan, who were also the Holy Son, be ordinary people? As soon as Luo Hong arrived nearby, he saw the wings of the giant vulture slow down, and it was obvious that he was unable to follow up.
The Holy Son of the Horned Eagle Clan immediately seized the opportunity, fluttering his four wings at the same time, and his body transformed into a huge yellow ancient bell in a flash of spiritual light.
"not good!"
Seeing this scene, most of the people watching the battle around the square were shocked and immediately flew back more than a hundred feet.
The next moment, the yellow bell swayed slightly, and a dull bell sound suddenly sounded.
The sound of the bell actually penetrated the large formation surrounding the square, causing everyone who heard it to have a buzzing sound in their heads, and some double images appeared in front of their eyes.
The Holy Son of the Yellow Wind Clan who bore the brunt was even worse. He fell directly from the sky and turned into a man in yellow robes.
At this time, the Holy Son of the Yellow Wind Clan who was accompanying him flew out from the edge of the square, caught him, and immediately fed him a pill.
As for Huang Zhong, he turned into a young man in a soap robe in a blink of an eye, and said "acceptance" with a proud face!
"The heavenly bell can cast down demons? Haha, it's much worse than the Luochen demon sound I taught Azi."
After retracting his gaze, Luo Hong couldn't help but make a judgment in his heart.
In the past twenty years, he had not all been studying Qingluo Fruit. During this period, he also found time to digest the Lost Forest Formation diagram left by Wentian Ren.
That impressive whisper of miasma. Even though Luo Hong couldn't practice it himself, it was no surprise that he was very suitable for Ah Zi.
Since the immortal cultivator who is recruited will have his magic power solidified and turn back into a mortal within a short period of time, Luo Hong named him "Luochen", believing that it will surprise many cultivators who oppose him in the future.
"Are there any fellow Taoists who would like to discuss with Pan?"
After the victory, the young man in soap robe did not go down to recover his mana, but directly went to the other holy sons of the Feiling Tribe who were watching the battle to invite him to fight.
However, the magical power of the Heavenly Bell to subjugate demons that he just revealed seems to be quite famous among the Feiling Tribe, making most of the Holy Sons feel inferior to them.
However, those elites from various races did not want to expose their methods just before the Abyss Trial for no reason, so none of them accepted the invitation.
"Hey, aren't you scared? Then don't blame Pan for naming him!
That junior fellow from the Wuguang Clan over there, you look so unfamiliar, could it be that you just arrived at Klingling Peak today, do you dare to compete with Pan?"
The young man surnamed Pan was unusually bellicose for some reason. He glanced at the crowd and spotted "Jie Yuan" whom he had never seen before, and started provoking him on the spot.
Naturally, Luo Hong would not be provoked to anger by his two words and unwisely fight against the opponent.
But at that moment, he stopped and frowned, showing a look of dissatisfaction.
There is no way, Luo Hong will not accept this provocation, but the character he plays, Jie Yuan, cannot bear it.
At this moment, a warm voice suddenly came from the side.
"Senior Brother Pan, you are so rude. Junior Brother Xie has come a long way and deserves a good rest.
Are you inviting him to fight now because you want to take advantage of others' danger?"
Following the words, a young man from Huangshan flew up. Looking at the silver wings behind him, he was the Holy Son of the Tianpeng tribe.
"Haha, what did Junior Brother Bai say? Pan just didn't think of it at the moment.
Forget it, tomorrow is the day to enter the palace, so Pan will go back to recharge his batteries and say goodbye!"
Upon seeing the person coming clearly, a strange look flashed across the face of the young man named Pan, and then he said goodbye with a chuckle and flew out of the square.
Seeing that there was no excitement to see, the other saints also dispersed.
But the young man from Huang Shan fled to Luo Hong unhurriedly.
"Junior Brother Xie, I am Bai Hao, the Holy Son of the Tianpeng Clan."
"Thank you, Senior Brother Bai, for rescuing Jie. I just came to Klingling Peak, and I really have no interest in discussing with others."
Luo Hong bowed his hands and returned the salute, looking at the other party with some doubts.
"Haha, there's no need to be polite, Junior Brother Xie. You and I have always been on good terms with each other. If you see the other party in trouble, you should help him."
Seemingly seeing Luo Hong's doubts, Bai Hao explained immediately.
"Although what Senior Brother Bai said is good, we still have to remember this favor.
See you again in the future, Xie will definitely invite you to have a drink!"
Luo Hong smiled and nodded.
Bai Hao was naturally happy when he heard this, and without any further entanglement, he immediately handed over and left.
"Is it an illusion? Why do you feel something is wrong?"
Looking at Bai Hao's leaving figure, Luo Hong narrowed her eyes slightly and cursed.
After thinking about it again and still not finding the problem, Luo Hong stopped worrying and continued to follow the Jiuyue youth to his residence.
Not long after, Luo Hong was taken to an attic, and before he even entered the door, he saw Yan Ling who was coming back from outside.
The saint sons of the same branch all lived in the same attic, so Luo Hong was not surprised at the moment.
However, Yan Ling looked at him with extremely complicated eyes. She stared at him for a while before saying:
"You actually advanced to a high-level flying spirit general. Can you let Senior Brother Kong go?"
Although what she said was incomprehensible, Luo Hong understood what this woman meant.
Obviously, Kong Daorong has not given up the idea of revenge against him. These twenty years of tranquility are just the eve of the storm.
Yan Ling obviously did not have much confidence in Kong Daorong, and was even worried that the other party would fall under his hands due to the outbreak of conflict.
After all, "Jie Yuan"'s cultivation level improved at a terrifying rate after receiving the support from the clan's resources.
When Xiao Bi reset the ranking of the Holy Son five years ago, news of his breakthrough had already spread, so much so that he was ranked second even though he did not personally participate in that competition.
Now that he could truly feel the aura of "Jie Yuan", Yan Ling immediately gave up all illusions.
"Xie has already forgiven Senior Brother Kong, Senior Sister Yan doesn't have to worry."
Luo Hong replied dully, not telling her that he had not practiced seriously a few times in these years, but he still succeeded in breaking through the late stage of divine transformation.
"Hey~"
Yan Ling sighed, turned around and fled into the attic.
She knew very well that the current conflict between "Jie Yuan" and Senior Brother Kong was not that the former forgave the latter, but the other way around, but she obviously could not dissuade Kong Daorong.
Later, Luo Hong met all the Five Light Saint Sons on this trip one by one in the attic.
Because Cao Shu defeated Kong Daorong in the small competition, he became the nominal number one, and he naturally lived in the attic.
Among the remaining three, in addition to Kong Daorong ranked third and Yan Ling ranked fifth, there is also a young saint with a slightly round body.
His name is Cao Yi, he is slightly stronger than Yan Ling and ranks fourth.
Judging by their surnames alone, Luo Hong knew that Cao Shu and Cao Yi must come from the same family. It's no wonder that Kong Daorong had to fight for a spot for Zhong Liyue, obviously hoping to outdo Cao Shu.
But now the sudden rise of "Jie Yuan" has turned the contemporary situation of the two powerful Five Light Saint Sons into a tripartite confrontation.
Moreover, even if he is the only one with the "Jie Yuan" leg, he still makes the other two legs fearful of him.
The Jiuyue Palace was about to open, and no one had any extra energy to think about anything else. After a brief meeting, Luo Hong returned to his room.
However, not every corner of this night was so peaceful.
At this time, in the attic of the Tianpeng clan, Bai Hao was not staying well in his room, but came to the residence of the Holy Lord of his clan.
"How's the situation?"
"Holy Lord, this junior has successfully contacted that person. I don't know what to do next?"