Cultivation of immortality begins with swallowing Tao fruit

Shi Yingxue said: "Dad, if you want to marry Zhao Yu, you can let sister Zixin go. She is beautiful and a Qi Dzogchen cultivator. Zhao Yu will definitely not refuse."

Shi Yang Sanren frowned slightly and said, "Zixin has high-grade spiritual roots, and she is smart and capable. If she grows up in the future, she will definitely become a good helper for you."

In the Northern Wilderness, monks with high-grade spiritual roots are very rare. Zhao Yu has hundreds of thousands of people under his command, and he has not been able to recruit a single fairy seedling with high-grade spiritual roots for more than ten years.

Even among the five major sects in the Northern Wilderness, monks with high-grade spiritual roots are the inner disciples as soon as they enter the door. They are valued by the sect and will cause competition among the major foundation-building monks in the sect.

Shi Yingxue smiled sweetly and said, "I can do it if my senior brother and seventh senior brother help me."

Shiyang Sanren said helplessly: "Okay!"

Shiyang Sanren knew very well that his daughter was beautiful, had high-grade spiritual roots, was intelligent and independent-minded, but was also a bit unruly and willful, and was petty.

Wu Zixin just accidentally offended Shi Yingxue before, so she always remembered it. As soon as he saw an opportunity, Shi Yingxue wanted to get her away.

Even though Shi Yangsanren knew all this, he still pretended not to know, because Shi Yingxue was his only precious daughter. Wu Zixin was just one of the disciples he accepted.

Shi Yingxue held Shi Yangsanren's arm, raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and thought to herself: "Little bitch, you are finally leaving. I wonder how you will seduce the seventh senior brother in the future!"

Three days later, monks from all walks of life gathered at the top of Mingyun Mountain, located thirty miles northwest of New Shiyang City.

Among them, the thirty-six foundation-building monks were clearly divided into two groups. One group supported the Danling Sect and the other supported the Qianmiao Sect.

There are only eleven foundation-building monks who support the Alchemy Sect, while there are twenty-five foundation-building monks who support the Qianmiao Sect. Among the twenty-five foundation-building monks, more than two-thirds of them cast their eyes on Nangong Shiyao from time to time, with a vague expression of admiration.

The charm of the enchantress of Qian Miao Sect is indeed extraordinary! He actually called so many foundation-building monks. If I take action, I can only summon the White Ghost Emperor and kill them all. Well, we can't kill them all, but we still need to capture a few important people as hostages, so that we can safely escape from Beihuang.

Zhao Yu glanced at the opposite camp, calmly analyzed in his mind, and prepared for the worst.

"Shi Yang San people are here!"

A voice sounded from the side, and a hundred-foot-long spiritual carpet with countless strange spiritual patterns flew from a distance. Nine people stood on the spiritual carpet.

The leader was none other than Shi Yang Sanren. To his left stood Shi Yingxue, a tall and burly young monk wearing white clothes, and extraordinary handsomeness, and a young male cultivator with an average build and handsome appearance.

On the right side of Shiyang Sanren stood a tall, slightly ugly, and calm middle-aged monk, a handsome middle-aged monk wearing a yellow silk suit and a cynical temperament, and a middle-aged monk wearing a uniform. Goose yellow silk skirt, icy muscles and jade bones, wasp waist and hips, tied with a single ponytail, cherry lips and beautiful nose, eyes like two black and white gems, exuding a shrewd and capable temperament, her appearance is not inferior to Shi Yingxue's stunning beauty Beauty.

On both sides of the seven Shiyang Sanren, stood two handsome Taoist boys.

"I've seen Shiyang Sanren!"

As soon as many monks present saw Shi Yang's arrival, they all bowed their hands and saluted.

Shiyang Sanren smiled and said: "How about I be the witness of this fight?"

“Senior has always been fair, so it’s natural for him to be the witness!”

A voice sounded from the side, and a tall, energetic old man in white clothes with white hair walked over from the side with a smile.

Jing Xiongtao was startled and said, "Dad, why are you here?"

Master Bai Feng said coldly: "How could I not come to Senior Shiyang Sanren's golden elixir ceremony? You, on the other hand, are really promising! You have turned a deaf ear to my words!"

Jing Xiongtao's face turned pale and he couldn't help but look at Nangong Shiyao beside him.

Master Bai Feng glanced at Nangong Shiyao, and felt the same in his heart: "This woman is indeed stunning in appearance, and even I am moved by it. The top level charm skills of Qian Miao Sect are really terrifying!! No wonder Xiong Tao He would be so obsessed with this goddess that he would do such an unwise thing!"

Master Bai Feng is a foundation-building Dzogchen monk who dominates the Northern Wilderness and has seen countless beauties. Although he likes beauty, he has never been attracted by a woman since fifty years ago. He only glanced at Nangong Shiyao, and Gujing Bubo's mood was shaken. Naturally, it was because her charm was too powerful.

"It would be appropriate if fellow Taoist Shi Yang gave this testimony!"

Waves of floral fragrance floated, and the Cailing Fairy, who was wearing a white palace dress, tall, noble and elegant, and with sharp eyes, stepped on the white clouds and flew towards this side.

"I've seen Fairy Cailing!"

Many monks present saluted.

The morale of the monks from the Danling Sect was greatly boosted, while the faces of the monks from the Qianmiao Sect changed slightly.

Master Bai Feng's expression suddenly became very ugly, and he glared at Jing Xiongtao fiercely.

There is a huge gap in strength between the foundation-building Dzogchen monks and the golden elixir monks. Legend has it that in some holy lands of cultivation outside the Northern Wilderness, there are true disciples of some top sects who can build the foundation-slaying golden elixir.

But there is no such monster in the Northern Wilderness, and the monks who build the Great Perfection are definitely no match for the golden elixir monks.

The foundation-building Dzogchen monks who rebelled against the four golden elixir sects in Beihuang have all turned into corpses. None of the five casual cultivators in Beihuang dared to be enemies of the four golden elixir sects. They were cautious and survived.

"Fairy Cailing, this is just a joke between juniors. I didn't expect you to participate in it personally! It would be beneath your status!"

A magnetic voice sounded from the sky, and a luxurious chariot flew from the sky. On top of the chariot sat a tall man, wearing a brocade robe, with icy muscles and jade bones, black hair. He is shoulder-length, has exquisite facial features, exudes a hint of bohemian temperament, has a gentle smile on his face, and is a peerless handsome man who exudes amazing charm.

As soon as the extremely handsome man appeared, many female cultivators below couldn't help but look at him. The foundation-building female cultivators were slightly better. Those Qi-training female cultivators almost had their eyes fixed on that extremely handsome man.

Zhao Yu glanced around and found that only a few female cultivators, including Narcissus Fairy and Su Bingyun, did not take a second look at the extremely handsome man. Even the Peony Fairy couldn't help but take a few more glances at the extremely handsome man.

“I’ve met Senior Nangong!”

Everyone present stood up and saluted.

"Nangong Yun, if I were personally involved in this matter, your daughter and several of her followers would already be dead!"

Fairy Cailing snorted coldly and glanced domineeringly at Nangong Shiyao and the male foundation-building cultivator beside her, and a terrifying pressure of the Golden Core level swept out.

Nangong Shiyao's pretty face turned pale, her delicate body trembled, her fists clenched, her teeth clenched, struggling to hold on under Fairy Cailing's pressure.

Nangong Yun's flying chariot fell from the sky and stood in front of Nangong Shiyao. He waved his sleeves and a powerful mana surged out, dissipating the pressure released by Fairy Cailing.