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Sensing his surprise, Feiye Zhenjun calmly nodded.

He looked at Chen Nianzhi and said calmly: "With your talent, you have a good chance of breaking through the Nascent Soul, so don't be too cautious."

"Thank you so much."

After hearing what he said, Chen Nianzhi bowed politely.

The two sat opposite each other, Feiye Zhenjun looked at the green smoke curling up from the incense burner, and then asked.

"Are you here because of the Deng family's affairs?"

"Um."

Chen Nianzhi nodded and informed him of the battle at Dishiling.

After hearing this, Zhenjun Feiye's eyes stood up slightly, and there was a sharp flash in his pupils: "I have been sitting on Yanhu Island for many years, and I have spent most of my time in seclusion. I never expected that the Deng family would do such a ridiculous thing."

"They are plotting against you, so you deserve this calamity."

Hearing what he said, Chen Nianzhi nodded. The duration of a retreat for True Monarch Nascent Soul often needs to be measured in tens or hundreds of years.

Although Feiye Zhenjun is based on Yanhu Island, a period of retreat is often a long life for a mortal. During this period of time, too many things can happen to the monks of Zifu.

If you try to take care of everything, Feiye Zhenjun won't be able to take care of it, unless you don't want to practice anymore.

But now that the True Lord of the Ji family has approved their destruction of the Deng family, it will be easier to deal with the beginning and end of the Deng family this time.

But at this moment, Feiye Zhenjun sighed again and said: "The art of collecting tonic affects the mind of the monks, which means they have entered the evil path. It seems that Jizhou needs to ban the practice of this art in the future."

Chen Nianzhi's eyes moved slightly. The art of tonic was born out of the devil's way, but it is not as vicious as the real devil's way, so it has always been in a gray area.

Therefore, although this matter is expressly prohibited in the Eastern Wilderness, considering that it is difficult to control it, it does not expend energy to control it.

But now that the True Lord has spoken, it seems that the Ji family will take care of these things in Jizhou from now on.

Thinking of this, Chen Nianzhi smiled and said, "It seems that Jizhou's world of immortality is blessed."

"It's just a small thing."

Ji Feiye waved his hand. Although he was considered young among Nascent Souls, he was still close to seven hundred years old. Along the way to this day, he had seen joys and sorrows far beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

For people like him, the joys and sorrows of mortals only last for a few decades. No matter how splendid or tearful the stories are, they will eventually return to dust and be buried in the years. How many people will remember them hundreds of years later?

And he also knew very well that compared to the immortal immortal, there was essentially no difference between him and mortals.

If we can't break through to a higher realm, then thousands of years of struggle will be nothing more than a flower that blooms and withers to the immortal.

The buds that bloomed last night are now in full bloom, blooming with a burst of bright color to show that they have been here.

Then the sun sets, the flowers wither and turn into dust, and a body of cultivation and mana transforms into Taoism. The cultivation and creation taken from heaven and earth will still return to the world. For the immortals, it is just a passing guest after all.

For him, the ultimate goal is to continue walking, finally get rid of the fate of reincarnation, and become the immortal who coexists with heaven and earth.

"Thank you for the hospitality, Zhenjun. I will take my leave now."

Chen Nianzhi drank a cup of tea and chatted with him for a while, then stood up and left.

Na Feiye Zhenjun nodded, stood up and sent him away. When he was leaving, he said with a hint: "You should practice well and make some back-up preparations. There may be a fierce battle within three armies."

"A fierce battle?"

When Chen Nianzhi heard this, he was suddenly shocked.

If True Lord Ji can talk about a fierce battle, then they are probably going to recruit monk Ji Zhou.

The Ji family recruited them to join the war, so the opponents must be Nascent Soul-level forces. Then imagine that the Ji family invites friends and invites powerful people like the Red Dragon Lord to come to Jizhou.

There is only one possibility for all this, and that is that they must eliminate some of the opponents before the leader of the Ji clan breaks through the soul, so as to prevent the enemy from taking advantage of the leader of the Ji clan when he breaks through the soul.

In this kind of battle between the top Nascent Soul forces, even the True Monarch of Nascent Soul may fall. If the war goes unfavorably, the powerful Jindan warriors will also fall in batches. Who can survive alone?

Only three years of time may not be enough for him to break through to the late stage of Jindan, and he may not be able to take good care of the Chen Clan by then.

Thinking of this, Chen Nianzhi felt a sense of urgency in his heart. He quickly bowed deeply and said.

"Thank you, Zhenjun, for reminding me. I will make some arrangements here."

"Well, just be prepared."

Ji Feiye nodded. This time Ji's plan was very big. If it were leaked, it would probably put his opponents on guard. If it weren't for Jiang Linglong's face, he probably wouldn't tell Chen Nianzhi this news.

Leaving Yanhu, Chen Nianzhi went to Dengshi Island with his sword.

Not long after, Jiang Linglong completed the initial handling of the matters in Dishiling, leaving Lin Qianshu and Xu Qianyang to take charge temporarily, and then drove the Qingyang Treasure Boat and brought a group of monks to the Yan Kingdom.

After a few people touched each other, the old patriarch asked: "What should we do with the two spiritual mountains of the Deng family?"

"In addition to Lingshan, there are more than 300 million mortals on the Deng family's Six Star Island."

He said, showing a solemn expression.

The most important assets left by the Deng family today are two spiritual islands, a water vein and a water spirit fruit tree.

In addition, there are more than 300 million mortals who need to be dealt with. This is a very troublesome matter. If the mortals are left to fend for themselves, I am afraid it will harm Tianhe.

Chen Nianzhi pondered for a moment, and then said: "The two spiritual veins are extraordinary. The one on Dengjia Island is the fourth-level middle-grade, and the Six-Star Island is the fourth-order low-grade."

"It costs ten million spiritual stones to cultivate a fourth-level low-grade spiritual vein. A fourth-order mid-grade spiritual vein is also worth twenty million spiritual stones. The fourth-order water veins and water spirit fruit trees are also worth tens of millions of spiritual stones."

"In the entire Jizhou, there are only a handful of immortals who can afford this kind of money. At least in the Yan Kingdom, no one can do it. If the discount is too high, it is not cost-effective."

When the old patriarch heard this, he gave up the idea of ​​selling it.

For the immortals outside the Yan Kingdom, if they travel thousands of miles to purchase this spiritual vein, they will become an enclave.

Unless they are willing to sell it at a blood loss price of less than 30% off, no one is likely to be willing to buy it, and the Immortal Cultivating Alliance of Yan State can probably only afford one spiritual vein.

Unless they are extremely lucky and meet a wealthy but non-spiritual cultivator who has no hope of breaking through the Nascent Soul, they probably won't be able to sell it.

Jiang Linglong pondered for a moment, and then said, "Since we can't sell it, we might as well take over the business first."

"We can first hire Xu Qianyang to take charge here. In this case, these Lingshan land lines can bring us a lot of profits."