A few people stayed at Yuquan Peak for a few days, and Master Lei Yan and Wang Daoyin were at odds with each other for a few days.
"Before, I had been eating the food cooked by Dao Yin, and the dignified Yuanying monk was almost spoiling his stomach. In the past few days, he has finally recovered his stomach.
In these years, I first guarded Xihai, and then went into seclusion to practice. I haven't seen Mingchen for many years. Let's go to Qingli City to see him.
I have never been to Qingli City since its establishment."
Wang Daoyuan naturally had no objection, so he took out his flying boat and flew south with Master Lei Yan and Wang Daoyin.
Arriving at the Imperial Study Room, Wang Mingchen quickly saluted: "See you, Master, Father, and Third Uncle."
Master Lei Yan nodded: "No need to be polite, he is indeed a genius in cultivation, and he is already in the middle stage of Jindan cultivation.
Dao Yin, have you seen it? Your nephew’s cultivation is almost catching up with yours."
The two masters and apprentices bickered all day long, and when Master Lei Yan found an opportunity, he would mock Wang Daoyin a few words.
Of course, Wang Daoyin was not to be outdone and always fought back without hesitation.
Before Wang Mingchen could reply, Ancestor Wan Ling came out on his own initiative: "I feel that little baby Linglong is here, come out and see me quickly.
I have slept for tens of thousands of years, and finally I can see an acquaintance."
Master Lei Yan sacrificed himself to the Linglong Tower, and Linglong also flew out of the tower.
Seeing Ancestor Wanling, he looked surprised: "Brother Wanling, we haven't seen each other for tens of thousands of years since the destruction of Wanling Valley. I thought you were gone."
"Ivory cannot come out of a dog's mouth. I was forged by the God of All Beasts and the Earth Immortal. Who has the ability to kill me?"
Master Lei Yan also held up his hand and said: "Lei Yan, the descendant of the Baoding lineage, has met Ancestor Wanling."
Ancestor Wan Ling's eyes glowed with purple-gold light, and he took a closer look at Master Lei Yan.
"As expected, he is a descendant of the Purple Thunder God. It is not easy for this physique to be passed down to this day.
Speaking of which, I still have some friendship with your ancestor Zi Lei Shen Zun."
Master Lei Yan looked astonished, and Wang Daoyuan explained: "Ancestor Wanling looked at my luck before and said that I have the bloodline of the Purple Thunder God.
The magical power of the Purple Thunder God is the Purple Thunder Flame.
If the master can awaken such magical powers, he must be a descendant of the Purple Thunder God."
Master Lei Yan suddenly realized it and asked: "The Ten Thousand Spirits Pagoda is the magical weapon of the sect masters of the Ten Thousand Beasts Valley in the past. How did it end up in Mingchen's hands?"
Ancestor Wan Ling said: "Now Wang Mingchen is the master of my Ten Thousand Beasts Valley. Although his cultivation is a bit lacking, his talent is sufficient. Even I recognize him as my master."
Master Lei Yan was a little confused: "So, the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts has not yet been destroyed?
That's not right. The Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts has always been extremely harsh in selecting successors.
Even though Mingchen is extremely powerful, he didn’t grow up in the Valley of Beasts after all.”
Ancestor Wanling said with a smile: "The ancient secrets of your four sects have been almost destroyed, so it is normal not to know these things.
But Linglong has also lived for hundreds of thousands of years, so she should know these things.
Otherwise, he wouldn't call each other big brother one after another.
What? He didn’t tell you?"
Master Lei Yan was still very puzzled, Linglong replied: "Although I don't know as much as you do, I still know something.
The Dragon of Fortune is not only the ancestor of the Five Elements Divine Beasts, but also the most powerful among the Spirit Clan. Which of us old weapon spirits doesn’t know about him?
It's just that Daoyuan's foundation is still too weak. The Beiyuan Immortal Cultivation World is so dilapidated that it is almost impossible to support a huge force.
If you want to fight against those big forces in the Qianyuan world, the hope of victory is slim.
Rather than die, it is better to live well here in Beiyuan."
Ancestor Wanling chuckled: "You are too naive. Is he able to stay out of this kind of thing without participating?
To those big forces, he is fat.
Or you can climb the dragon and the phoenix and join him, so that you can share some luck in the future.
If he is really unreliable, just capture him and hand him over to another son of luck, and you can get rich in exchange for it.
If you become a child of luck, you must either commit suicide or move on.
My inheritance in the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts is almost cut off, so I have no choice but to take this chance.
Besides, there is no perfect path.
Now that Daoyuan has this opportunity, Heaven will not watch him die.
Otherwise, why would the aura of the Beiyuan Immortal Realm be restored?"
Linglong sighed: "If it were me, I would definitely give it a try.
If it succeeds, maybe it can transform into a spirit race.
Even if they fail, the winner will not destroy the magic weapon.
But I have a master, and I can’t be the master.”
Their singing in harmony confused Master Lei Yan.
"What are you talking about? Can you please make it clearer? Why do I feel like a burden?"
Linglong replied: "Most of the records in the Shenbing Pavilion before the appearance of Jue Tianyuan have been destroyed, and you know too little.
To put it simply, the Qianyuan world is in trouble again.
The will of this world, what we call the way of heaven, has already foreseen the impending disaster.
In order to protect himself, he will cultivate a group of monks with great luck, known as the sons of luck.
Their growth rate is extremely fast, far exceeding that of ordinary monks.
When one grows to the realm of great power, a battle of fate will break out.
The sons of luck conquer each other, defeat their opponents, and compete for luck.
In the end, a son of luck will win, become the leader of the human race, and put an end to the disaster.
Daoyuan is one of those sons of fate, otherwise he would not be where he is today.
The last leader of the human race was Guiyuan Jianxian, who eventually died fighting against the demons.
We don’t know when the next great catastrophe will be, but the Son of Destiny has already appeared, so the great catastrophe should not be far away.
If these sons of destiny want to conquer each other, they need the support of a big force behind them.
The forces that join the Son of Luck will also receive some luck, and their strength will be greatly enhanced.
If the Son of Destiny wins in the end, the forces that have taken refuge will also be able to grow into the top forces in the entire Qianyuan world.
Now that the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts has been put under the command of Dao Yuan, how should the Divine Weapon Pavilion decide in the future?"
Master Lei Yan was still in a daze, but Wang Daoyin was already very excited: "So, second brother can become a powerful person in the future?
The founder of our Baoding lineage was only a Mahayana monk."
Seeing that Master Lei Yan had not yet reacted, Wang Daoyin persuaded him: "Master, do you have anything else to consider?
He is my second brother and your registered disciple. Can we in the Baoding lineage clear up the relationship in this matter?
He couldn't hide even if he wanted to, so he could only follow his second brother wholeheartedly.
If the second brother wins, the Shenbing Pavilion can get the greatest benefits and become the top force in the Qianyuan world.
If he fails, we will be implicated even if we don't take refuge in him."
Master Lei Yan looked at Wang Daoyin with some surprise: "When did the melon seeds in your head become so useful? Could it be that it was also affected by Daoyuan's luck?
But you are right, Daoyuan is my registered disciple, and we cannot stay out of it.
The only hope for the continuation of the Baoding lineage is for Daoyuan to become the final winner."
He saluted Wang Daoyuan: "The Baoding family would like to serve you as their master."
Wang Daoyuan quickly supported him: "No matter how far I practice in the future, you will be my master. How can a master salute his disciples?"
Master Lei Yan smiled and said: "From now on, I will sell my old life to you. As for the choice of the Pavilion Master's lineage, I have no control over it. I can only say that I will try my best to persuade them to vote for you.
However, the patriarch of the pavilion master's lineage is a powerful disciple.
When the fate war breaks out in the future, how they stand will depend on the mighty one's intention.
If that powerful man is not optimistic about you, I can only leave the Shenbing Pavilion with the property of Baoding and join the Yan Kingdom."
Wang Daoyuan waved his hand: "Don't be so anxious. I am only at the peak level of Nascent Soul now, and I am far away from the realm of almighty power.
It also took thousands of years for Guiyuan Sword Immortal to cultivate to the realm of great power.
It's not too late to subdue them after I reach the state of spiritual transformation.
It just so happens that the Yan State can have enough time to grow, so that the Yan State will not be too weak and the powerful ministers will bully the leader."