Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

The top of the ancient White Mountain is covered with snow. It is a heavenly road that is difficult for mortals to climb. Over the past thousands of years, countless mortals have fallen along the way on their pilgrimage to the mountain.

The towering Baishan Mountain is like a silent giant, overlooking everything in the mountain. It allows all living beings under the mountain to experience various life and death separations, which together constitute the heavy and cold background of the Baishan Mountain.

At the foot of Baishan Mountain, there are hundreds of thousands of believers and a dozen small sects scattered around. These sects all believe in a Buddhist sect called Esoteric Buddhism.

It is strange to say, but in the entire Baishan Mountain, there are only some Buddhist traditions at the foot of Baishan Mountain. Other places are mostly dominated by Taoism.

Baishan Mountain is very large. The mortals living at the foot of the mountain will never know what is on the other side of the mountain. Their greatest wish in life is to be buried higher up on Baishan Mountain, to be eaten by eagles.

In an ordinary village, the vicissitudes of life caused by suffering are everywhere in every corner of the village. Even the faces of boys and girls aged seventeen or eighteen have turned pale due to hunger.

Here, the long-term shortage of food has led to hunger, which is also a belief.

"A Diao, do you really want to take the pilgrimage?"

A boy with bubbles coming out of his nose spoke to the girl who was sharpening a knife in front of him. The girl's cheeks were deeply sunken and her arms were as thin as dead branches. Only her eyes, in the drowsiness, occasionally flashed, as bright as the stars in the sky.

Pouring a bucket of clean water on the whetstone, A Diao continued to sharpen the knife in silence.

"Don't go, okay? I beg my father to bring you here, and you will be my wife in the future. My family has a lot of sheep and skins. I will buy you beautiful rouge..."

"Qiang!"

Fifteen-year-old A Diao wiped the Zhuoma knife in her hand and quickly put it back into the sheath. She looked at the boy in front of her who was still having a runny nose, and there was a hint of tenderness in her eyes.

Reaching out and rubbing the other person's head, A Diao turned around and left silently. Born deaf and dumb, she actually didn't hear what the other person said just now, but even if she knew, A Diao wouldn't care.

Seeing A Diao leave, several children of the same age sang a song they made up:

"A slug, a mute mother, and two childhood sweethearts are ridiculous; she has no father and no mother, and can only sleep in the stable at night; the big horse needs to eat grass at night, and as soon as he turns around..."

"Ah, I'll beat you to death!"

The little boy picked up a stone and rushed forward. He would not allow anyone to say that about A Diao.

A moment later, the little boy with a bruised face returned to his home, his face full of pride, because he had just fought three people alone and taught the other party a lesson.

But the little boy who just came back found that there was an uninvited guest in his house today. A monk in a half-open robe was saying something in front of his father.

Seeing this boy who was only about ten years old, the other party didn't care and continued:

"This year, the amount of ghee should be increased by 20%. The Bodhisattva we are offering has shown his power, so we need more ghee. Heartless ghosts are wreaking havoc. The more ghee you offer, the safer we will be."

"Yes, yes, add 20%. I'll remember that. Please tell His Holiness, I have practiced sincerely for many years and I feel I have reached the state of enlightenment. When can His Holiness allow me to enter the sect so that I can serve him at a higher level?"

The monk frowned unconsciously, and as the other party couldn't see because he was looking down, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

"I will convey this to His Holiness, but don't hold out too much hope. His Holiness is always serving the Bodhisattva with his body, so he may not be able to meet you."

"I know, I know..."

The two of them suddenly became much quieter, and then the little boy saw his father take out something and put it into the other's hand.

Seeing the other person's happy smile, the little boy curled his lips.

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At night, the stars in the sky disappeared and everything fell into terrifying darkness. The little boy was sleeping when suddenly a hand covered his mouth.

The little boy woke up and opened his eyes. Although he couldn't see, the familiar smell let him know that it was A Diao.

A huge force pulled the little boy up, and A Diao put the little boy on his back with one hand. The two thin bodies added together were far less bulky than the heartless ghost outside the house.

This was a rotten corpse nearly two meters tall, with the heart hollowed out. His cloudy eyes flashed with a faint light, and he was squatting on the ground, gnawing at the heart of a male corpse.

The little boy didn't understand what was happening, but A Diao knew it very well. She quietly pulled out the Zhuoma knife from her waist and slowly approached.

Following A Diao's silent footsteps, Wuxin Gui paused in swallowing, and twitched its nostrils, trying to smell something.

The girl's steps were brisk, and she seemed relaxed even though she was carrying someone on her back. Facing the terrifying heartless corpse, she tried her best to suppress her fear.

This corpse ghost was blocking the courtyard. If one wanted to leave the house, he had to pass by it. However, A Diao did not have the confidence to sneak past it quietly like he did just now while carrying a person on his back.

Therefore, the best way is to attack. As long as he can make him stiff for a few moments, A Diao can leave the courtyard.

He tried to breathe as steadily as possible and walk as lightly as possible; the sensible little boy behind him made A Diao feel at ease.

As A Diao approached, the corpse raised its head and gave up eating, as it sensed danger.

However, it realized it too late.

As a cold light flashed, one-third of the heartless corpse's neck suddenly cracked. It roared angrily, and all the creatures in the village began to tremble.

Ah Diao ran away as soon as she stuck to it, because she knew that the sword from the mortal world could not have a fatal effect on this immortal ghost.

Sure enough, a black fog darker than the night filled the neck of the heartless corpse ghost and began to mend the marks left by A Diao's knife.

The heartless corpse ghost suddenly stood up and quickly chased after the girl who had already fled.

On the hillside not far from the village, the monk who appeared in the daytime was wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. The corpse ghost had just been injured, and due to the connection between his mind and spirit, he also suffered some internal injuries.

The monk had a gloomy face. He had not expected to face this unexpected situation.

The things that the little boy's father took out during the day aroused his greed. He wanted to have more, so he let the heartless corpse ghost given by the Venerable eat the other party that night.

Unfortunately, faced with the delicious blood food, the heartless corpse ghost did not listen to his orders for a while, otherwise the little boy would have died long ago.

Now the heartless corpse ghost is chasing the other party on its own initiative. How can a mortal escape from the ghost refined by this venerable? I believe that in a short while, the corpse ghost will be able to eat a fresh beating heart.

Thinking of this, the monk quietly sneaked into the village. He wanted to quickly loot the remaining things, and then show up in public to fight off the zombies and let these villagers continue to be grateful.

The night grew darker, and the villagers in the village huddled in the corner in fear, just like the sheep in the sheepfold outside; although there were many of them, they dared not even utter a single cry.

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At the same late night, all the ugliness that happened at the foot of Baishan Mountain was unknown to anyone in the Zhaixing Pavilion located in the central part of Baishan Mountain.

On a huge rock protruding dozens of feet from the cliff, in the Star-Picking Tower that seemed to touch the clouds, Sikong Ji was observing the night sky. The stars in the eyes of mortals disappeared, but in his eyes it was a different scene.

His gaze broke through the clouds and cast on one of the billions of stars. This was his natal star, the place where he practiced and placed his mind.

When a monk of the Zhaixing Pavilion achieves the golden elixir, he must focus his mind on one of the stars in the sky, establish contact with that eternal and unchanging star, and use it to practice.

In the realm of Zhaixing Pavilion's skills, those in the Jindan realm can only rule over miscellaneous stars, while those in the Yuanying realm can rule over famous stars, and only those in the Shenhua realm can rule over the big stars in a star field.

Stargazing is a form of spiritual practice. The Star-Picking Pavilion has a special set of skills and only accepts disciples who are cultivators with the innate ability of stars. Therefore, there have always been few disciples in the sect. When the number of people is the largest, there are no more than a hundred people, and when the number is the smallest, there are less than ten people.

However, despite its small number of members, the status of the Zhaixing Pavilion is extremely high, and it stands proudly above all other sects in the entire Baishan Mountain.

Because over the years, they have been the link between the Lord of Baishan and the sects at the foot of the mountain. Only the cultivators of Zhaixing Pavilion know what happened on Baishan. The heads of other sects and forces cannot get even a single word of information from their own Nascent Soul ancestors.

Just as Sikong Ji was immersed in the cold and majestic star power, he heard Sikong Zhou's order:

"Fang Qingyuan of the Qingyuan Sect has already reached the Golden Core Perfection stage. It's time for him to go up the mountain. Go and invite him over to have a talk."

Sikong Zhou's news was much faster than Sikong Ji's, so Sikong Ji's tone was a little more puzzled:

"Fang Qingyuan? He was only at the sixth level of the Golden Core before? How come he reached the Golden Core Perfection all of a sudden?"

"Perhaps he got an opportunity in the open sea. For a cultivator, it is not surprising that his cultivation level improves by leaps and bounds when the opportunity comes. Go ahead. Going up the mountain one day earlier will be good for everyone."

After transmitting the message, Sikong Zhou withdrew his spiritual thoughts through the air. Beside him, a young man who looked to be only about ten years old was sitting in the main seat, in a trance state.

This young man obviously had a higher status than Sikong Zhou, the real owner of the Zhaixing Pavilion. Sikong Zhou stood beside him.

After a long time, the young man woke up from his trance. He looked at Sikong Zhou with a little confusion in his eyes:

"I just seemed to sense another me. She is a little scared now, but more of an angry person. Tell me, how many clones did I leave behind in my previous life for reincarnation?"

Sikong Zhou couldn't continue this topic. This was obviously a backup plan left by the previous Lord of Baishan. He couldn't know about it, and he didn't deserve to know it.

Sometimes, secrets mean danger. If he knew too much, he would not be alive today.

"My Lord, can you sense her location?"

The boy shook his head, indicating that he couldn't. "I don't know. I guess this is the rule made in the previous life. Otherwise, I really want to find her."

Sikong Zhou then asked:

"What happens after you find it?"

The young man smiled easily: "Of course I killed her. I won't leave myself a fatal weakness. Although she only has a one in ten thousand potential to replace me, I don't want to take the risk. I am the only main body, and they are just defective products."

Sikong Zhou wisely ended the topic. Since the young man in front of him, the Lord of Baishan named Jia Changgeng, had already moved into Baishan, he was the common lord of all Baishan, and he had to fulfill his duties as a subject.

"Let's talk about Fang Qingyuan. I'm beginning to be interested in him. He has achieved Golden Elixir Perfection in less than two hundred years of practice. He is truly a genius that has not appeared in Baishan for many years."

When Jia Changgeng said this, above the dark clouds, the famous Changgeng star among the stars was twinkling faintly.

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In the Baishan Beast Taming Sect, after dealing with Chai Yi, Lechuan and Fang Qingyuan got together and began to discuss the contact with the Kaer family.

Le Chuan wisely did not ask about Fang Qingyuan's rapid improvement in cultivation. Everyone has his or her own opportunities, and even between a master and his or her apprentice, these things cannot be shared.

Inside the quiet room, Lechuan was wearing a moon-white robe, with a short black jade hairpin pinning up his long black hair, looking like an elegant scholar.

In sharp contrast to him was Kar Hongtu who was sent by the Kar family. He was still dressed in the traditional Beast Taming Sect attire, wrapped in animal skins and wearing some odd and ends bone ornaments that jingled. Although the animal skins were of high quality and these bone ornaments also had their own uses, they looked a bit rough.

Brought back to normal by Fang Qingyuan's life-extending elixir, Le Chuan looked more calm than before, as if he had experienced something great. Just by sitting there without saying a word, he exuded a calm aura.

Kalhongtu was also old, and he was negotiating with the Qingyuan Sect on behalf of Kalshu. In such occasions, Kalshu obviously could not show up in person. Only after everything was settled would he come forward to make a promise to Fang Qingyuan in exchange for the 60,000 high-quality spirit stones offered by the Qingyuan Sect.

In the Kale family, a Nascent Soul cultivator would have several Jindan cultivators to serve him, and these Jindan cultivators would also have a dozen Foundation Establishment cultivators to serve them. Then, going down further, the Foundation Establishment cultivators would order the Qi Refining cultivators under them. The Qi Refining cultivators of the Kale family were not the lowest level either, they could also order the cultivators among the family's vassals under them.

At present, what Qingyuan Sect is seeking is the vassal status of the Kaer family. To be precise, it is the direct vassal of Kaer Shou, not the entire Kaer family.

If this matter is negotiated, the branch of Qingyuan Sect that moved out will be a vassal of Kaershu. Whether it is Kaer Shao or other Nascent Soul cultivators of the Kaer family, if they want to mobilize the power of the branch of Qingyuan Sect, all of this requires Kaershu's consent.

But at this moment, Kaerhongtu's face was not looking good, because he knew the core of the problem, that is, when Qingyuan Sect moved into the branch of the Kaer Family, they were going to take Fang Qingyuan with them.

Is there any sect leader who would split himself off and downgrade himself to become the leader of a branch sect?

Karhongtu had never seen it before, but now he has seen it.

Facing Fang Qingyuan's shamelessness and Le Chuan's innocence, Kaerhongtu wanted to curse loudly, but for the sake of 60,000 high-grade spirit stones, his voice became rational:

"That's not what we discussed before. In your situation, I can't make the decision."

Fang Qingyuan knew that this matter would not be so smooth. If the price was the same as before, it would not be difficult for Qingyuan Sect to join Khalshou and seek a good opportunity.

But now it involves himself, Kaershu has to bear the pressure from Baishan, and the price of 60,000 high-quality spirit stones may not be enough.

So Fang Qingyuan thought of this and said something that no one could easily refuse:

"I'll add money!"