Enter the Immortal Cultivation

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In the Phoenix Tomb, when the unknown question and answer was taking place, a small sampan gently hit the Spirit Phoenix Island, making a muffled sound.

The worst biological weapon in the history of China has just arrived in the clean ancient magic gate.

Wang Qi, whose pseudonym is "Xia Li", jumped off the sampan, covered his eyes with his hands, looked up into the distance against the sunlight: "This is the place where the Ancient Immortal Sect is located, what a sect of immortals... um... immortals." Home...weather..."

Wang Qi couldn't continue talking until halfway through.

This island is quite big, with a straight coastline and no arc. Even if you look around, you can't see the other side. It seems that this is also a large island capable of hosting several million people.

But...but...

The things on this island are a bit too unsightly.

This island is either full of natural enemies or low shacks. These shacks are made of rammed earth bricks, a few of them are red bricks, and are generally not high, reaching only about Wang Qi's shoulders. However, these shacks are densely packed. In many places, you can only dry clothes on the roof of a shack.

If you look closely, you can see that those clothes are just the coarsest brown linen.

No rinsing or blending.

Many years ago, residents of mainland China did not often wear clothes made of this kind of fabric.

Then, Wang Qi's nose vaguely smelled something strange.

He knew at a glance what it smelled like.

Some people think. Will Gufaxiandao build a complete drainage system for such residential areas?

There is no sewer, and when people need convenience, they cannot solve it at home, and they may not have time to run to the toilet or the beach...

Wang Qi shook his head.

Those shacks, fields, and linen hanging to dry make this a small island. It was as tidy as a tattered rag covered with countless variegated patches.

What about the clouds lingering, auras of light, fairy birds flying, and auspicious beasts coming and going?

In this... remote mountain village in China, the living conditions are no more than this, right?

"This is just a place where mortals live. Let's go to our immortal gate, 'Junior Brother Xia'."

Lian Xinjie gave Wang Qi a deep look, seemingly warning him silently not to ask too many questions or show too much curiosity. Wang Qi turned around and picked up Mi from the boat. Senior Sister Mi's body is just that of an ordinary child. You can only develop a trace of magic power until you reach the stage of Qi training. It can't fly on its own yet.

Wang Qi took Mi, Lian Xinxin, and Lian Xinjie to set up the escape light, and passed over the island that looked worse than the slums.

However, with Wang Qi's dynamic vision, he was able to see a lot of things clearly.

First of all, the streets here - if the paths between the shacks can be called "streets" - look very dirty. Many people are working in the fields. However, the growth of the crops was very poor. From Wang Qi's point of view, all of these farmlands are "bad harvests."

Along the coast, there are a group of women digging for shells and seaweed at low tide. However, presumably due to years of mining, there are not many shells and seaweed here.

The few remaining trees are on the south side of the island. In those woods, there were also many people lying on the trees, seeming to be collecting something. Among those people, Wang Qi also saw someone who seemed to have secretly taken two bites of tree bark. But the man who was eating the bark was quickly held down, punched and kicked.

In the southwest of the island, there is also a small fishing port. There are several fishing boats. But not much. There was a fishing boat that seemed to have just returned to port and was surrounded by a group of old, weak, women and children. The crews of the fishing boats were distributing the fish they caught. No matter men, women, old or young, as soon as they got the fish, they devoured it alive and drank the blood.

Just as he thought, everyone here was as skinny as a stick, and the total amount of flesh on their bodies weighed only a few kilograms.

"You are raising mortals for the purpose of passing on the sect, right?" Wang Qi finally couldn't help but ask, "Do you think this can really produce talents?"

Talented people in cultivation must at least be in good health and have sufficient blood and vitality. Only when the body functions are strong, the soul will be strong, and the meridians will be strong.

If you don't have enough food all day long, no matter how good your talent is, you won't be able to bring it into full play.

Lian Xinxin rolled his eyes at Wang Qi, and Lian Xinjie explained in a low voice: "The emperor's benevolence released the secrets of Qi training eight hundred years ago, allowing these mortals to practice on their own. Everyone here has merit. If they are talented enough, they can cultivate more fields and go fishing, and they will not be short of food and clothing. In addition, they can also use Qi to heat food, and they can eat hot food without firewood. , are all those who are not very talented and do not practice diligently.”

The ring that Zhen Shanzi lives in has long been stuffed into a special sword box by Wang Qi, and the sword box is placed in a special storage bag. It cannot sense the outside world and can only use special secret methods to communicate with Wang Qi. eyes to observe the outside world. He hummed: "In just two thousand years, there will only be a few Nascent Soul monks from poor backgrounds here. The distractions and above are mostly leftover from earlier times. They may not expect these mortals to inherit the sect, right? Just to show off. ”

"Even if you become a spiritual body, your food and clothing will not be as good as those of the common people in China who have no cultivation..." Wang Qi suppressed the exclamation in his heart, looked at the shacks under him, and whispered: "Animals."

These people live as livestock.

Oh no. On the mainland of China, animals can also eat and drink well. In addition to not having to suffer the knife, the living conditions of these people are actually worse than those of animals.

Soon, Wang Qi followed the Lian brother and sister to a pothole. The entrance to this pit is guarded by a spiritual prison. Lian Xinjie looked at this spiritual ban and was filled with emotions.

Behind this spiritual barrier is one of the three entrances to the underground of Linghuang Island and the real location of the ancient magic gate.

When he left last time, he was still an ancient genius who wanted to show his talents here. When he came back this time, he had become an undercover agent controlled by Jin Faxiu.

It’s really hard to describe the encounters in life.

But no matter how much emotion he felt in his heart, he didn't dare to show it here. The reputation of Saint Emperor Zun is too strong. After seeing Mei Gemu's three-step foundation building and magical ability to form a pill in a moment, how could the two brothers dare to be the slightest bit negligent about the word "relegated to immortal"?

In an instant, he unlocked the spiritual restraint and took Wang Qi in.

"Junior Brother Xia, this is your first time here, but you must remember the set of spells that Brother Wei just played." Lian Xinjie said pretending to be calm.

Wang Qi nodded and said nothing.

"Don't talk much" is also one of the characters of "Xia Li". After all, the more you talk, the more likely you are to go wrong.

Lian Xinjie and Lian Xinxin led Wang Qi down the passage.

From Wang Qi's perspective, they seemed to have walked dozens of feet downward. Then, Wang Qi's field of vision suddenly widened.

The first thing that catches the eye is the splendid city in the center of the underground city. Five steps to the first floor, ten steps to the pavilion, with high eaves and teeth, and intrigues, just like an imperial city, making people feel as if there is a soaring nobility, which is wonderful.

"Like a nouveau riche..." Zhen Shanzi hummed. He is familiar with this style.

On the way here, Wang Qi had already done enough homework, so he naturally knew where that place was.

Phoenix Tomb in the Forbidden City is where the current sect of Emperor Ji Tian Dao is located.

"The ultimate goal this time is right there..."

Wang Qi's eyelids drooped, covering the sharpness in his eyes.

Phoenix Tomb, the forbidden city of Huangji Split Heaven, is at the highest point of this underground fairy city. The highest attic there was directly facing the dome. It was unknown whether it was due to some kind of luminous stone or mineral, but it was as bright as day. Seen from a distance, the underground city of Phoenix Tomb actually has the aura to reach the sky.

And around the Phoenix Tomb are other sects.

This underground city does not look too big, but it is divided into more than ten distinct areas by more than ten buildings of different styles. It seems that more than ten different developers have gathered together to build communities, which makes people feel a bit nondescript.

This underground fairy sect has been crowded with more than a dozen sects. If you try to escape, it will be easy to crash into the territory of other sects. If you accidentally break into the forbidden areas of other sects, you will not be wronged even if you die. Fortunately, there is still a road that is neither wide nor narrow between sects for people to walk on. This is about enough space for two horse-drawn carriages to travel side by side—about the width of a one-way street on Earth. There are very few people walking on these roads.

Wang Qi took Mi and walked towards the Luochen Sword Palace with the cheap brother and sister.

But as he walked, Wang Qi felt something was wrong.

Along the way, it seemed that there were always people spying on Lian Xinxin and Lian Xinjie with ill intentions, and there were even other Jin Danqi who pointed fingers behind their backs.

--what happened? The two of them are also strong men in the Golden Core stage after all, right? How come a cat or a dog dares to show off?

Soon, he knew the answer.

"Hey! Isn't this Brother Lian Xinjie? How dare you come back?"

Wang Qi followed the sound and saw a group of people walking over in a mighty manner, with stars surrounding a young man in rich clothes.

Zhen Shanzi was unable to detect spiritual consciousness, so with the help of Wang Qi's senses, he could see some clues from the various movements of the young man: "This guy is a disciple of Tianshu Tower."

Lian Xinjie frowned and said, "Jia Chenglie, what do you mean?"

This Jia Chenglie is also a Jindan, and is one of the most talented disciples in Tianshu Tower. Tianshulou is the dog-leg of Huangji's splitting of heaven, while Luochen Sword Palace is squeezed out by Huangji's splitting of heaven, and the relationship between them is not harmonious. Even Xinjie had several conflicts with Jia Chenglie in the past.

"What do you mean?" Jia Chenglie took out a folding fan, shook it, and said with a slight smile: "Don't you know what Lian Yichen's old dog did? Brother Lian, if you come back now, you are not a coward, what are you?"

"You... are rude!" Lian Xin's expression suddenly changed. He pulled out his sword on the spot, pointed it at the other party, and shouted: "Take back what you just said immediately, or I will make you look good!" (To be continued! ~^~)