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Chapter 2408 Tianji Valley

The Tianji Sect has been passed down for more than [-] years, and there are as many masters as there are clouds, with a profound foundation.

The Tianji Sect held a celebration for Master Tianji and invited guests, including the Deng family of Xuanyun Mountain.

Tianji Valley, the city established by the Tianji Sect, with the celebration held, a large number of foreign monks poured into the Tianji Valley, making the Tianji Sect more prosperous.

A large number of monks gathered in the spacious and clean street, and it was very lively with heavy traffic.

A pudgy young man in a blue shirt strolled on the street, looking around curiously.

The young man in the blue shirt wore a string of blue beads on his chest, with a round face and small eyes, he was Wang Changsheng who had changed his appearance.

After leaving Qingyun Sect, Wang Changsheng rushed to Xuanyun Mountain. He captured a Deng Jiahuashen monk, searched his soul, and found that Deng Tianyang had gone to the Tianji Sect to participate in the celebration of the Master Tianji.

In desperation, he could only rush to Tianji Valley to find an opportunity to deal with Deng Tianyang.

Having said that, Wang Changsheng hasn't traveled well inland yet, most of his activities are overseas, but out of caution, he still uses treasures to change his appearance.

Unless there is a strange treasure or a special spiritual pupil, it should be impossible to discover Wang Changsheng's true face.

Generally speaking, high-level monks will not use secret techniques to detect the appearance of other high-level monks.

There are more spiritual medicines and spiritual fruits in the inland, and there are also many metal veins. There are many shops on both sides of the street that sell spiritual medicines or metal ores.

After a cup of tea, Wang Changsheng appeared at the door of a nine-storey blue attic with the words "Xuanyueju" written on the plaque. This is a teahouse.

The teahouse was convenient for inquiring about news, so he planned to drink tea and inquire about the news by the way.

The aura he exudes now is the stage of transformation into a god, and it is difficult for monks below Lianxu to see through Wang Changsheng's specific cultivation base.

Xuanyueju's business is good, and there are customers in the private room.

Wang Changsheng came to the ninth floor, ordered a pot of spiritual tea, drank the tea quietly, and listened to other monks chatting.

On the ninth floor, more than a dozen cultivators gathered, and their chats were all related to the Tianji Sect.

The Tianji Sect was founded by the God of Mystery. The God of Mystery was extremely powerful. He once defeated four people with one enemy and killed three aliens in a row. His name moved the entire Xuanling Continent. Unfortunately, he died under the great catastrophe.

At the peak of the Tianji Sect, there were six fit monks. Later, they encountered several catastrophes. The fit monks were killed and injured, and gradually declined. There was only one Void Refining cultivator left. If nothing unexpected happens, the Tianji Sect will gradually decline. Finally disappeared in the long river of history.

God bless the Tianji faction, a genius appeared in the Tianji faction, and he entered the fusion stage in less than ten thousand years, and the Tianji faction regained its glory.

"I've seen Master Tianji in the early years. When he sat there, there was a faint radiance, and he looked like a dragon and a phoenix among people. As expected, I haven't seen him for thousands of years. He has entered the fusion stage. Given time, Senior Chen will definitely be able to surpass the founder of the Li faction, Tianji Shenjun."

A triumphant male voice suddenly sounded.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Lan, you can really brag. Seeing that everyone is a dragon and a phoenix, can't you change the word?"

A somewhat joking male voice followed.

"Lan Fukong?"

Wang Changsheng felt that the voice was somewhat familiar. He looked towards the stairs and saw Lan Fukong striding up, with two Xuxu cultivators walking in front.

"In the era of the God of Mystery, the Xuanling Continent was full of sky. Who would not bow their heads when they saw the God of God? The waves behind the Yangtze River push forward the waves before, and it is only a matter of time before Senior Chen surpasses the God of Mystery. Lan was lucky enough to be invited to participate in the celebration of Senior Chen, hehe , the next time I go to the Tianji Sect, I think I will participate in Senior Chen's Mahayana celebration."

Lan Fukong was full of complacency, as if he was praising himself.

Wang Changsheng felt amused, Lan Fukong likes to flatter, but he is really popular, so he actually received an invitation from Tianji Sect.

Thousands of wears, thousands of wears, no flattery, no conflict of interest, who doesn't like to hear a few good words!
"I've heard about Fellow Daoist Lan's name for a long time, but seeing him today, he really deserves his reputation. If you brag about True Monarch, you can brag about it, haha."

A man in a golden shirt with handsome facial features laughed loudly, and the group walked into a private room, but there was no more sound.

A smile appeared on the corner of Wang Changsheng's mouth, and he continued to drink tea.

He sat in the teahouse for more than half an hour, got up and left the teahouse without hearing anything substantive.

He wandered around the city, buying refining materials.

He got a lot of property from Qingyunmen's treasury, and also got the property of three virtual refining monks. He was so rich that he just bought a lot of money, and the sixth-level refining materials were not cheap.

An hour later, Wang Changsheng appeared at the door of a bookstore. The storefront was not big, but more than a hundred feet long. There were some jade slips, bamboo slips, and thick ancient books on the shelves.

The shopkeeper is a short and fat old man in golden robes, but he is only in the foundation building stage.

As soon as Wang Changsheng walked in, the old man in the golden robe hurried up to greet him, and said respectfully: "Senior, you are here, I wonder if there is anything I can do to help you?"

Wang Changsheng took out a square cyan token with the word "July" engraved on it. This is an exclusive item of Qiyuelou. Within a certain range, the location of the Qiyuelou branch can be sensed.

The July House is an intelligence organization that collects and sells intelligence with very few mistakes.

"Senior, please, Senior Sun has been waiting for a long time."

The golden-robed old man invited Wang Changsheng to the backyard. The backyard was only more than a hundred feet away. A refined scholar in white was sitting next to a blue stone table. Looking at the fluctuation of his mana, he was clearly a cultivator who transformed himself into a god.

The Confucian scholar in white was holding a thick book in his hand, and an exquisite tea set was placed on the stone table.

"Fellow Daoist, do you want to sell news or ask for news? If you sell news, you must provide evidence. We must ensure the accuracy of the news."

The Confucian scholar in white put down his book and asked.

"I want to buy news, where is the water of the Styx River?"

Wang Changsheng asked, he has been to so many Dafang City, and he found the Qiyuelou branch in Tianji Valley.

"Water of the River Styx!"

The expression of the scholar in white changed, he looked Wang Changsheng up and down, pondered for a moment, and said cautiously: "The junior needs time to contact the person in charge of other branches. If there is any news, how about I inform the senior immediately?"

Wang Changsheng nodded and asked, "How long will there be news? How many spirit stones do you want?"

He had inquired about the water of the Styx from Qiyuelou before, but unfortunately there was no news. He hoped that he could find out about the water of the Styx this time.

"Give me a message within seven days. As for the spirit stone, if there is news about the water of the Styx River, I will quote again. If you are humble, if you think the price is reasonable, you can make a deal. If it is unreasonable, then forget it."

The scholar in white said politely.

Wang Changsheng nodded, took out a flashing blue message board, handed it to the white-clothed Confucian scholar, and said, "There is news about the water of the Styx River, use the message board to contact me, my surname is Lin."

"No problem, Senior Lin."

The Confucian scholar in white agreed.

Wang Changsheng nodded in satisfaction, turned and left.

(End of this chapter)