Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

In the vast hall, after Jiang Wanqin said something she didn't know, she fell into a state of speechless depression.

Fang Qingyuan looked at Jiang Wanqin, this 110-year-old foundation-building female cultivator. Although she had taken good care of herself and had an ageless appearance, more than a hundred years had always made her no longer young.

In the expected life span of 250 years for the foundation-building monk, she has already gone through half of the journey.

Now Jiang Wanqin's cultivation level has reached the eighth level of the late stage of foundation building. There is still one level of gap between the completion of foundation building. If the cultivation time was changed, it would have been in the last ten or twenty years.

But even if Jiang Wanqin's foundation building is complete, she still won't be able to form an elixir without the elixir theory. If the elixir theory is not established, the consequences of forcibly forming an elixir will most likely be bad.

In fact, with Jiang Wanqin's qualifications, it is rare for her to practice to this level at such an age.

Because Jiang Wanqin's spiritual root qualification is only a middle-grade water spiritual root. As one of the few cultivation seedlings on Yuanling Mountain back then, she was naturally valued by everyone. But in today's Qingyuan Sect, with her middle-grade spiritual root His basic qualifications are completely lost to everyone.

Today's Qingyuan Sect has a large number of disciples with middle-grade spiritual root qualifications, and only the disciples with high-grade qualifications can be trained by the sect. Even the Qingyuan Sect has four or five ground-grade spiritual roots, but now they still have Not fully grown up.

Of course, Qingyuan Sect is not just about spiritual roots and qualifications. Qualification only means high potential, but whether one can truly become a talent depends on acquired hard work and character.

Jiang Wanqin, with her middle-grade spiritual root qualifications, was able to reach the eighth level of foundation building at around 110 years old. This was entirely due to Fang Qingyuan's partiality.

As the elder of Yuanling Mountain who first came here with him, Fang Qingyuan has always had no shortage of cultivation resources for Jiang Wanqin. In recent years, he has also given her seven or eight amethyst spiritual fish that are one foot long, which has allowed her cultivation to improve. The original six levels of foundation building have overcome the later hurdles in one fell swoop, and are now only one level away from completion.

People are nostalgic. As a junior who he has watched grow up with his own eyes, Fang Qingyuan treats Jiang Wanqin as if he were a daughter from his sister's family.

Jiang Kui is that senior sister. Because Fang Qingyuan broke off contact with her and Jiang Wanqin was forced to separate from the master who raised her, Fang Qingyuan couldn't help but want to compensate Jiang Wanqin more.

In addition, Jiang Wanqin was obedient and filial, had a good temper, and did nothing to disappoint Fang Qingyuan, so Fang Qingyuan was still very satisfied with Jiang Wanqin.

However, these feelings will ultimately come down to Jiang Wanqin's own cultivation. If she cannot successfully form the elixir, the fate between the two will only last a hundred years.

"You are one hundred and ten years old, and you only have about ten years left. If you can't form an elixir before you are one hundred and thirty, then don't even think about forming an elixir. You can find someone you like to marry by then. Yes, I will pay you a dowry and live the rest of your life well."

Fang Qingyuan's words reached Jiang Wanqin's ears, and her eyes immediately filled with tears. Jiang Wanqin fell to her knees with a plop, completely losing her previous laziness.

"Wanqin doesn't want to get married, she just wants to live in the Qingyuan Sect. Please rest assured, uncle, Wanqin will definitely be able to successfully form a pill before she is one hundred and thirty years old."

Seeing that his few words had aroused the fighting spirit of Jiang Wanqin, Fang Qingyuan struck while the iron was hot:

"After one hundred and thirty years old, every year that passes, the chance of a foundation-building monk becoming an elixir becomes smaller. Although there are monks who have accumulated a lot of experience, you do not belong to this type of person. Wanqin, tell me. , is this elixir theory stuck somewhere?"

Jiang Wanqin tried to think back and finally concluded:

"My cultivation has improved very quickly in recent years, but I don't have an idea in my mind about what alchemy I should use. I often subconsciously don't dare to think about it when I meditate, for fear that it will not be successful and it will hurt my mind. In fact, With my middle-grade spiritual root qualifications, I have practiced to this point and am already stronger than my master. I really don’t have much confidence in forming pills."

The more Fang Qingyuan listened, the more he felt that something was wrong. Why did he give up on himself again? He could see that Jiang Waqin's character was not a strong and unwilling female cultivator like her master Jiang Kui. In other words, Jiang Waqin's character was too soft.

"Okay, you just have little experience and lack of energy. The sect has protected you so well. You haven't gone out to practice for so many years, and you don't have to worry about cultivation resources. If you don't do tasks, you won't succeed if you concentrate on cultivation. You should prepare yourself. After a while, I will send you out for training, and you won’t be able to come back until five years.”

Hearing that Fang Qingyuan was going to kick her out for training, Jiang Wanqin's face turned pale, and she subconsciously expressed her difficulties:

"Wugou is still young and can't live without me. Besides, the affairs of the sect are complicated. As the leader of the party, I'm afraid it won't be appropriate for me to be away from home for such a long time. In addition, my disciple is not good at fighting with others, so he will be afraid."

Seeing that Jiang Wanqin wanted to back down before starting, Fang Qingyuan said forcefully:

"Five years seems to be too little. Give me ten years to practice. If the sect leaves you, all of you can change, so don't worry.

As for Jue Wugou, now is the time to cultivate his character. To be honest, if I leave it to you to raise him, I am afraid that he will also raise a weak-tempered person. He has unlimited future and may take over big responsibilities in the future. How can he become a person with such a character? , after you leave, I will teach him personally.

Also, I’m not letting you practice alone. That Lou Yuan just now is much younger than you, but he has a good temperament and is experienced. I will give him a task to take you to practice everywhere. If you come back, Dan If you still haven't settled down, then prepare to get married. "

After Fang Qingyuan said these words, he stood up and walked back regardless of Jiang Wanqin's complicated expression.

After returning to his quiet room, Fang Qingyuan's mind was calmed down. When the Qingyuan Sect was founded, there were not many talents, and there were also relatively few people who could use it. It was originally just a shelf to build the foundation of the sect, but now it has been forcibly elevated to A large sect with Nascent Soul combat power, but the head of general affairs is just a monk in the late stage of foundation building.

Comparing the Dan Alliance with Lihuo and Lingmu, among them, the head of the general affairs is in the late stage of Jindan, and the rest of the upper-level forces are all Jindan. However, those in charge of Qingyuan Sect are still in charge of foundation building, and none of them can see the achievement of Jindan. Hope, this really makes Fang Qingyuan melancholy.

Among the five giants of the Qingyuan Sect, the last one, Jie Xuanli, has some golden elixir atmosphere. It would be difficult for the others to write the golden elixir!

With these thoughts flashing through his mind, Fang Qingyuan sighed softly. There are still thirty-three years until the War of Establishment. I hope that the Qingyuan Sect will be able to emerge a few golden elixir seedlings during the War of Establishment.

After putting down the sect in advance, Fang Qingyuan closed his eyes and meditated, sinking his mind into the Immortal Mansion.

After two and a half years, the Immortal Mansion has changed a lot. The endless spiritual rice fields in the past have been replaced by lush mulberry trees.

Compared with rice, which grows once a year, once a mulberry tree survives, it basically has a lifespan of hundreds of years. During this period, you can continue to pick mulberry leaves, maximizing your own economic benefits in the fairyland's spring-like environment all year round.

Looking up, countless mutated bees, under the instructions given by the bee mother Fang Ruoxi, took the initiative to cut and pick mulberry leaves, and then flew back to the dry sheds where the mulberry leaves were stored.

Although a bee can only carry a few leaves at a time, it cannot support the huge number of bees. Moreover, these mutated bees are not afraid of hardships, but it is much more cost-effective than hiring monks to do the work.