I conquer the immortal with my strength

Xia Daoming took the storage bag and magic weapon, waved to the three people, stepped onto the flying boat, and flew away.

With his current cultivation and status, he naturally disdained to settle the past with the three people, but he was not so generous as to reward them with the storage bag and magic weapon.

The three people watched the flying boat quickly disappear into the horizon, with mixed feelings.

Especially Mo Rujun was full of regret.

However, today Xia Daoming not only saved their lives, but also did not say anything afterwards. It was obvious that he would not pursue the past, which made them more or less relieved.

The flying boat has been updated, more advanced, and extremely fast.

In less than a day.

Xia Daoming arrived at Chiyan Peak.

At this time, Chiyan Peak is no longer as desolate as it was two years ago.

Today, Chiyan Peak is shrouded in fairy mist.

Pieces of trapezoidal spiritual fields extend from the bottom of the mountain to the middle of the mountain.

There are patches of spiritual rice planted on them.

The breeze blows, and the golden waves rise and fall, like a golden ocean.

Halfway up the mountain, you can see patches of medicinal gardens scattered among the lush forests.

The breeze blew, bringing with it the fragrance of spiritual medicine.

There were many mountains in the area of ​​more than ten miles around Chiyan Peak. The valleys and flat lands between the mountains and the tops of the mountains were also covered with spiritual fields and medicinal gardens.

From time to time, people were busy shuttling between the spiritual fields and medicinal gardens.

At a glance, it was a scene of vitality and harvest.

After flying down the top of Chiyan Peak, Xia Daoming went straight to the Alchemy Hall.

There were eight alchemy rooms in the Alchemy Hall.

Each alchemy room was connected to the ground fire, and an alchemy furnace was placed on it.

Xia Daoming came to the No. 1 alchemy room.

In the alchemy room, Shang Rui was resting with his eyes closed, and a chubby-looking alchemy boy was watching the fire.

When Dan Tong saw Xia Daoming coming in, he quickly stood up and saluted, saying, "Yuchi Dong greets his uncle."

"You've grown taller again, not bad! Not bad!" Xia Daoming touched Yuchi Dong's head and said with a happy face.

This Yuchi Dong is none other than the youngest son of his senior brother Yuchi Xiao.

Among Yuchi Xiao's many children, only this child has some talent for cultivation.

This time when Shang Rui and Ji Wenyue returned to Licheng, they found that he still had some talent for alchemy.

Ji Wenyue knew that Xia Daoming had a deep relationship with the senior brothers in the martial arts hall, so she brought him to Qingyuanmen.

Xia Daoming was indeed very concerned about the feelings of his former fellow disciples. After the descendants of his former senior brothers came to Qingyuanmen, he treated them as his own children, took good care of them, and cultivated them vigorously.

Like Yuchi Dong, even if his talent was much higher, he would never be able to catch Shang Rui's eye.

But because Xia Daoming wanted to force someone on her, she had no choice but to accept him and teach him carefully.

"It's all thanks to Master Rui and Uncle Master's cultivation that I've grown so fast." Yuchi Dong said in a muffled voice.

"Haha, you look like your father, but you're much more talkative than your father." Xia Daoming smiled and touched his head again, then waved his hand and said, "Go watch the fire, I have something to discuss with your master uncle."

"What's the matter?" Shang Rui slowly opened his eyes with a cold face.

Xia Daoming casually cast a soundproof spell.

Shang Rui's expression became solemn when he saw this.

"A few days ago, I went to the ancient ruins of the Dragon Fish Sea and accidentally hunted a hundred level three high-level top-level monsters." Xia Daoming said casually.

"Level three high-level top-level monsters, you actually hunted a hundred of them, and you were careless!" Shang Rui's eyes widened when he heard this.

"Yes, and then I hunted a few level four dragon fish monsters along the way." Xia Daoming continued to say casually.

"Four...fourth-level dragon fish monster! You hunted four-level dragon fish monsters, and several of them?" Shang Rui couldn't help shivering when she heard this, and she stuttered when she spoke.

She knew Xia Daoming was very powerful.

But she also thought that Xia Daoming was at best equivalent to the early stage of the Golden Core.

Shang Rui could barely accept that he had hunted hundreds of third-level high-level top-level monsters in the ancient ruins of the Dragon Fish Sea.

Unexpectedly, this kid said a few fourth-level dragon fish monsters.

And the worst fourth-level dragon fish monster is equivalent to the early stage of the Golden Core.

This means that to kill a fourth-level dragon fish monster, if you are alone, you must have a cultivation strength equivalent to the middle stage of the Golden Core.

When Shang Rui thought that Xia Daoming's strength was comparable to the middle stage of the Golden Core, how could she not be shocked?

Of course, the fourth-level dragon fish monster itself is also an extremely precious resource. The appearance of any one is enough to shock Shang Rui, let alone several of them.

"Yes, I killed seven dragon fish monsters without paying attention. Four of them were level 4 beginners, and three were level 4 intermediates." Xia Daoming said with a smile.

"Also, there are three level 4 intermediates!" Shang Rui was almost petrified by the shock.

Shang Rui took a deep breath and recovered after a while.

"There are also many kinds of spiritual medicines that are thousands of years old." Xia Daoming added casually.

Shang Rui was shocked again.

"The things are all in these storage rings, monster cores, spiritual medicines and so on. Sister, just take them to practice. If they are destroyed, they are destroyed. Don't worry." Xia Daoming took out a bag and handed it to Shang Rui.

The bag contained nine storage rings.

Level 3 and 4 monsters are huge, and one storage ring can't hold them at all.

Fortunately, Xia Daoming was mentally prepared and carried more than ten storage rings with him, and the capacity was not small.

"You, you mean to let me deal with the demon core?" Shang Rui's heart was shocked again, and he looked at Xia Daoming in disbelief.

To become an alchemist, not only do you need to have alchemy talent, but you also need to practice with various medicinal materials frequently.

This also means that to train an alchemist, you need to waste a lot of medicinal materials at the beginning.

And to cultivate a high-level alchemist, wasting medicinal materials is even more terrifying, and it is not something that a large sect can afford.

Like Shang Rui, although she is now a third-level alchemist, she rarely tries to refine third-level elixirs.

Because that level of elixirs is not only difficult to find but also expensive, and cannot afford to be wasted.

As for the monster core, Shang Rui dared not even think about it.

This level of alchemy materials is extremely expensive. Who would be willing to give it to a newly promoted third-level alchemist to refine elixirs.

This also means that if it were not for Xia Daoming, Shang Rui might not be able to come into contact with this level of alchemy materials in his life, and he would not be able to explore a higher level of alchemy.

"If I don't give it to you, who else can I give it to?" Xia Daoming said with a smile.

"Don't worry, I will handle it carefully." Shang Rui said with excitement.

"By the way, I will also have to deal with the flesh and blood of the monster." Xia Daoming said.

"With the help of the earth fire, it is much easier to process the flesh and blood of monsters. It is not hard work." Shang Rui smiled rarely.

"Then I will trouble you, sister. I am leaving." Xia Daoming bowed and left the No. 1 alchemy room.

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Xia Daoming lived a very comfortable life in the following days.

Shang Rui would send processed beast meat every now and then.

Xia Daoming ate a lot of beast meat with strong blood energy every day. These flesh and blood were refined and turned into pure blood energy. They flowed into the boundless sea of ​​blood like rivers along the twelve meridians.

The sea of ​​blood became more and more turbulent.

Xia Daoming could feel his strength growing every day. This feeling was good and life was very promising.

Some days passed like this.

One day, Xia Daoming accidentally learned that the ancient ruins of Longyu Sea were no longer suitable for foundation-building cultivators to enter and look for opportunities because of the rampage of level 4 monsters. The Changhe Sect and the Blood Knife Sect jointly closed it temporarily and no one was allowed to enter.

As for when it will be opened again, it depends on the continuation of this wave of level 4 monster riots.

After hearing the news, Xia Daoming was stunned for a long time.

——

There is no time in cultivating immortals.

In a blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

In these ten years, Xia Daoming has stopped his activities and stayed dormant, focusing on eating monster flesh and other spiritual medicines and elixirs to expand the blood sea.

Because of his amazing harvest during the trip to the Dragon Fish Sea, he is no longer short of cultivation resources.

Not only he himself has no shortage of resources, but the disciples of the entire Chiyan Peak have no shortage of resources.

So in just ten years, he and his wife, his sister Lan Xue, and his nephew Lu Ziying have already reached the middle stage of foundation building.

Mo Yongzhi and Wan Yan have already entered the late stage of foundation building, and Shao Shiyu is only a little short of perfect foundation building.

In addition to these three people, most of the Qi-refining cultivators who came here in the early years have already established their foundation.

Meng Yunman, who originally thought he had no hope of building a foundation, succeeded in building a foundation two years ago under Xia Daoming's special care, and for a time, I don’t know how many outer disciples envy him.

Now many inner and outer disciples of Qingyuan Sect know that Xia Daoming, the true disciple, is extremely generous to his own people and is willing to cultivate them at all costs. He is a person worth relying on.

It’s just a pity that Chiyan Peak said eight years ago that it was full and unwilling to recruit new people.

No matter how the inner and outer disciples begged or used their connections, it was useless.

This day.

Qingyuan Main Peak, Council Hall.

Sect Master Yue Huang sat on the seat of the Sect Master, and more than 20 Jindan elders sat below.

Zuo Dongge was also present.

In the past, he never attended meetings, but since he accepted Xia Daoming as his disciple, his style has changed.

He began to care about the affairs of the sect.

"Why are there only four places for us in the Nieyan Ancient Ruins? According to the rules, shouldn't there be eight?" Luo Qian said with a gloomy face.

For eight places, his daughter Luo Mu can still compete for it, but for four places, his daughter has little hope.

"The places set by Xuantian Pavilion, what can we do!" Yue Huang said with a depressed and helpless face.

"What about Changhe Sect and Xingyue Sect?" Luo Qian asked.

"Eight." Yue Huang replied.

Everyone was silent.

An indescribable atmosphere of suppressed indignation swirled in the hall.

"The world of immortal cultivation is the law of the jungle, and everything still depends on strength." After a long time, Yue Huang said with a heavy face.

"If my master and I hadn't known that we were being plotted against, but still resisted the attack of the demons and waited for reinforcements, I'm afraid many places in the Great Xuan Kingdom would have been devastated.

In that battle, my master passed away and I was seriously injured. Now there is only one Yuanying Supreme Elder left in Qingyuan Sect. It has been less than two hundred years, and Xuantian Pavilion has begun to forget about this matter. Aren't they afraid of chilling the hearts of the people below?"

Zuo Dongge's face was cold, and there was an unspeakable anger and sadness in his eyes.

Everyone was silent again.

"It's a pity that Senior Brother Zuo was injured too seriously, otherwise Xuantian Pavilion would not treat us differently from the other two sects today." Xiao Hongyi said in a deep voice.