Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Fang Qingyuan opened his eyes. This was the first time he had done this action in more than half a year. There seemed to be a shallow film covering his body, putting pressure on his body. After a moment of daze, he remembered that he had completed the foundation building process. .

Now his body is more sensitive than ever before, and he can feel the intrusion of many miscellaneous energies from the outside world, as well as the mana that is about to burst out.

The candlelight illuminated the quiet room, and the interior furnishings had not changed at all from half a year ago. Under the influence of the dust-removing magic circle, there was not even a speck of dust left, as if such a long time had stagnated here.

Fang Qingyuan was naturally not disturbed by this illusion. He made a gesture of slowly inhaling. In fact, no turbid air from the outside world came in, but the Tianling Department seemed to have an opening, and there was a steady stream of pure spiritual energy. Pour in.

This was the mana he had accumulated during his six months of practice. During his practice, his mana had been perfected, but his Five Elements Body Refining Technique had not yet reached the peak of foundation building. Therefore, Fang Qingyuan chose to use this excess mana to refine his whole body.

Following Fang Qingyuan's movements, a stream of mana penetrated into all the orifices of Fang Qingyuan's body. Once it entered, this mana combined with the most minute parts of his body, causing it to undergo the most fundamental changes.

As the mana was slowly consumed, the bones and joints all over Fang Qingyuan's body were vibrating, his muscles were stretching and contracting, his hair was rustling slightly, and his entire body was undergoing comprehensive and subtle changes.

After a while, the practice finally stopped.

Then he got down from the bed and condensed water vapor into a mirror, reflecting his own appearance.

In the water mirror, his tall and straight body appeared, which seemed more handsome and extraordinary.

This is really a sword-shaped eyebrow, with a face like a crown jade, and eyes like bright stars.

Cultivation is the process of constantly improving oneself and pursuing a higher level of life. When he was in the Qi training period, Fang Qingyuan's appearance seemed ordinary. Now, after nearly a hundred years of practice, with each improvement in realm, he has already transformed his appearance. The appearance of the body and the veins of the skin are all adjusted to perfection.

Compared with the plastic surgery in his previous life, the two are simply incomparable. If Fang Qingyuan has descendants now, the appearance and grace they inherit will be his current appearance, not his original appearance.

After admiring his appearance for a while, Fang Qingyuan dispersed the water mirror technique, and after packing up, he left the seclusion leisurely.

But as soon as Fang Qingyuan came out, several Taoist disciples waiting at the door spread the news. After a while, many people came to pay their respects.

Among them, Jiang Wanqin came up and said:

"Senior Brother Qingyuan, go and see Master Mao. He probably won't make it."

Fang Qingyuan was shocked. When he was in seclusion half a year ago, this Mao Cheng seemed to be okay. Why did it suddenly become bad?

Over the years, he gave Mao Cheng several more blood longevity pills, but Mao Cheng had already taken one that was sufficiently effective, and if he took another pill, the effectiveness would be halved. By the time he took the third pill, it was no longer effective, and the fourth pill was even more effective. It is optional.

A few blood longevity pills are enough to extend Mao Cheng's life for about ten years, but now Mao Cheng is at most one hundred and ten years old. Is the end approaching?

Looking around, he saw that most of the people looked downcast. Fang Qingyuan sighed sadly. The joy of completing the foundation building and practicing cultivation was also reduced a lot. Then he led everyone to Mao's Mansion.

It was rainy and miserable. Mao's house, which was usually lively and bustling with people, was now silent, shrouded in an extremely solemn and sad atmosphere.

The doormen of Mao Zhai, who have always been arrogant and look down on others, are like eggplants beaten by frost. They can no longer raise their spirits. Everyone is holding a white linen mourning dress in their hands, and there are many black gauze covers prepared to cover the lanterns.

In Mao Cheng's house, there were several elderly people over fifty years old and many middle-aged people, some with sad and some confused expressions, standing blankly in the courtyard, quietly waiting for the last moment to come.

On the way, Fang Qingyuan heard Jiang Wanqin say that Mao Cheng died more than half a month ago, but he still held a breath, just wanting to see Fang Qingyuan for the last time, probably because he wanted to say something to Fang Qingyuan.

When he came to the courtyard and saw the descendants of the Mao family kneeling together, Fang Qingyuan didn't say anything and went inside without letting anyone follow him.

Several beautiful maids were serving Mao Cheng, who was in a semi-conscious state. When they saw Fang Qingyuan arriving, they quickly knelt down and saluted.

Asking the maid to retreat, Fang Qingyuan stepped forward to check Mao Cheng's condition. When he took a look with his soul, he found that Mao Cheng's body was completely empty. His whole body looked like a dry corpse. He was still alive after suffering this, and it was because of his strong will. , but what I saw couldn’t bear it any longer.

Fang Qingyuan had not paid much attention to this little old man before, but it was not easy for him to keep the Qingyuan Sect in order for so many years.

For more than 40 years since its founding, the Qingyuan Sect has never made any major mistakes. Those who are good at fighting have no great achievements. Although Mao Cheng is not a very capable person, to achieve this, Fang Qingyuan must recognize his ability. .

With a finger, a pure wood spirit power was sent to Mao Cheng's body. Then Mao Cheng opened his cloudy eyes and looked at Fang Qingyuan.

"metropolitan."

Fang Qingyuan sat next to Mao Cheng, and then said to him:

"I'm here to see you. If you have any unfulfilled wishes, you can tell me."

Mao Cheng wanted to struggle to get up, but the current situation no longer allowed him to make such a large movement, so he had to breathe hard.

Fang Qingyuan frowned slightly when he saw this, then summoned the Wood Spirit Fish Dragon, drew a Jiuyao level talisman through it in the void, and drove it into Mao Cheng's body.

When the talisman entered the body, Mao Cheng was shocked and his face turned slightly rosy. Fang Qingyuan knew that this was the effect of the talisman and Mao Cheng was just returning the light.

Now that Mao Cheng was feeling better, he thanked Fang Qingyuan and said:

"Sect Master, please come out and see me. I should have died. I just have a few things on my mind that I have been wanting to tell you, so I decided not to go."

Fang Qingyuan sighed and comforted softly:

"I came out of seclusion late. If you have anything to say, tell me now. I will do whatever I can."

"For more than 40 years since the establishment of the sect, Qingyuan Sect feels that it has become somewhat rigid. Those in the initial family are in charge of the sect's important affairs. Those Qi training disciples who are from mortal tribes are about to grow up, but they have no serious errands for them. They can only do hard and tiring work every day, and I saw it in my eyes and felt that this was wrong."

"It's just that I'm old, and I don't have the determination to reform. The sect leader clearly knows that these things cannot be taken lightly and must be taken seriously."

"Most people like war orphans want to live peacefully. In Baishan, either you kill me or I kill you. Revenge is too illusory. But Shen Wancheng has been thinking about revenge. Recently, he is about to build a foundation. This matter is also We can’t delay it any longer, so we should resolve it as soon as possible so as not to injure the sect.”

Mao Cheng said a lot quickly, and Fang Qingyuan was moved after hearing it. These were Mao Cheng's heartfelt words. He was about to die now, and he was still thinking about the sect.

"I can save it, I can save it..."

Fang Qingyuan comforted him softly. Mao Cheng suddenly coughed a few times and his face became rosier. He looked at Fang Qingyuan and finally said:

"My biggest regret now is that I won't be able to see the moment when the sect master becomes a golden elixir monk. I think he will surely make hundreds of surrounding sects surrender."

"There is one last thing. Sect Master, you have never gotten married and have no heirs. I see it in my eyes and am anxious in my heart. I didn't dare to say it before. Now that I am about to die, there is nothing I dare not say. I would like to ask Sect Master for you. The sect’s story is to look for more good wives and concubines.”