Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Hu Wanshan was still discussing with Zhu Xinye that such a major matter as changing the family's sacred land should not be taken lightly.

This was the second time Fang Qingyuan and Hu Wanshan met, and they were not yet familiar with each other. The first time they met was at Fang Qingyuan's infant-forming ceremony.

It can be said that the two of them have no personal relationship. If Zhu Xinye had not revealed the news this time, Fang Qingyuan would not have known that Hu Wanshan had such an idea.

Now, with Zhu Xinye acting as a go-between, if there is anything difficult to discuss, Hu Wanshan can contact Zhu Xinye directly to avoid a face-to-face confrontation with Fang Qingyuan.

As for the pressure from the Luo family, it was naturally transferred to Hu Wanshan. Of course, if the Hu family needed his help, Fang Qingyuan would naturally help. Now, Fang Qingyuan and the Hu family have reached a preliminary strategic alliance.

The purpose of this alliance is to move forward towards this goal of obtaining the spiritual land of each family.

The affairs of Qiyun Zongshan have not yet affected Liu Wenyan and Jin Bao and his group.

They took a flying shuttle and arrived at Dongming Mountain where Li Daoming was in a few days. When they learned that the master had sent people to deal with their own remaining problems, Li Daoming came early with the Li family monks to greet them.

While Liu Wenyan was still not there, Li Daoming told his men:

"The one who came this time is the Sect Master's concubine. Although she is only at the Qi Refining level, she must not be underestimated. The Sect Master sent her out, which shows that he has enough trust in her. Tell the disciples below that if anyone is disliked by Madam Liu, find a place to bury himself."

One of Li Daoming's confidants said:

"But the sect master is already at the Nascent Soul stage, and Madam Liu is only at the Qi Refining stage. Why don't you use some means to raise her cultivation to a higher level?"

"What do you know? Maybe the sect master has already laid a solid foundation for her. On the road of cultivation, walking fast is nothing, walking steadily and going far is called ability. Madam Liu is still young now."

After a brief conversation, an exquisite flying shuttle approached rapidly from the sky. After it slowly landed in front of the Li family, a tall and strong bear body came down first.

Jin Bao stretched out his body, and layers of golden light emanated from his body. The huge spiritual energy frightened Li Daoming and the others standing by.

[This must be the old master's companion beast, I didn't expect it to be so powerful. If we fight, I will definitely not be its opponent.]

Li Daoming thought so in his heart. Ever since he joined Fang Qingyuan, Jin Bao has not appeared since then, because Jin Bao has been staying in the Immortal Palace and never comes out for easy reasons.

Behind Jinbao's figure was a pretty little girl who walked out slowly, rubbing her eyes.

When he saw this little girl, Li Daoming was confused. Why did this little girl come out to check the accounts?

Is there something wrong here?

Li Daoming only received the news that Liu Wenyan was leading a team here, but Biluo was added at the last minute, so he naturally didn't know about it.

After Biluo walked out of the narrow shuttle, he stretched lazily without caring about his image. Although the shuttle was not small, it carried many cultivators, and the best of them would of course be left to Liu Wenyan.

Biluo also got a room, but for her, it was her first time riding in a product of human monks, and she still felt a little uncomfortable.

This shuttle was one of the assets of Zhang Suifeng's shipyard. It was a relatively old model and was later donated by Zhang Suifeng as an asset of Fang Qingyuan's forces.

Jin Bao skillfully placed Biluo on his shoulder and leaned to the side. Then Liu Wenyan walked out of the third-level shuttle surrounded by the crowd.

"Master Li, thank you for coming to pick me up. It's really a honor."

"Madam Liu, you are too polite. You are the mistress, how can you be embarrassed? It is an honor for us as retainers."

Being called mistress by Li Daoming, Liu Wenyan smiled brightly. She was born extremely beautiful, otherwise she would not have been chosen to be Fang Qingyuan's concubine. Now that she is older and has more experience, she is full of charm, and with Fang Qingyuan's support, she is confident.

Facing Li Daoming, the Jindan cultivator, Liu Wenyan was not at all nervous, not because this was Qi Yun, but also because she was someone close to Fang Qingyuan.

In ancient times, generals who charged into the battlefield were respectful to the beauties in the emperor's harem instead of looking down on them.

At this time, Liu Wenyan's true strength is not worth mentioning, but she represents Fang Qingyuan's authority. Li Daoming does not really respect Liu Wenyan, but respects the man behind her.

"Please follow me, Madam. I have prepared a welcome banquet for you all."

"There's no need for a banquet. I'm a little tired after traveling for days. Let's find a garden to rest first and read some files to relieve my fatigue."

When Liu Wenyan said this, Li Daoming's face changed slightly, but he quickly agreed and asked his confidant to inform everyone that the banquet was temporarily cancelled.

Afterwards, Liu Wenyan, under Jin Bao's close protection, followed Li Daoming and walked towards the Li family mansion.

The arrival of Liu Wenyan, a visit of such a large number of people, naturally could not be concealed from other forces in Dongming Mountain.

Now, as Liu Wenyan entered the Li family mansion, several surrounding forces that had some disputes with the Li family in the past became restless, so they gathered together and for a moment, they shared a common hatred for the enemy.

Dongming Mountain is not a small place in the Qiyun area, but it cannot produce any Nascent Soul cultivators. Therefore, over the years, many dirty things have happened between several Jindan families. After all, no one is willing to submit to anyone else.

Now that Li Daoming has joined Fang Qingyuan, he has gradually become everyone's public enemy in the past few years. Although no one will target the Li family openly, estrangement is inevitable.

Now the Li family has actually asked the main family to help, which is completely against the rules.

"Li Daoming has a backer, and we are not easy to mess with. I also have connections in Qiyun. If you really force me, I will find someone to help me."

A tall and thin monk was expressing his opinions dissatisfiedly in the quiet room, while the other three monks had different expressions.

An old man was sitting in the innermost room. He knocked on the jade armrest and said calmly:

"Have you found out who is in charge of this matter?"

"She is the concubine of the old ancestor, named Liu Wenyan. She only has Qi Refining skills and was not well-known in Baishan. Not long after she came of age, she was taken into the room of the old ancestor and raised in seclusion. She has only appeared in public in recent years. We went to Baishan to inquire about her, but we couldn't get any useful information."

Another family head answered this question, and then the old man said:

"Let's make a rule on how to coax them back. They have to bring something back to prove themselves every time they come. We can't afford to offend that ancestor, so we just have to cooperate."

"But what if her appetite is too big?"

"A good appetite requires a good mouth. This is Qiyun, a place where reason prevails. If you really want too much, let's go to the Qiyun Sect to seek an explanation."

The old man's words made the other people nod their heads. Although they were no match for Fang Qingyuan, if they were really forced into a corner, they could still make some noise and make Fang Qingyuan, the newly promoted Nascent Soul ancestor, lose face.

Sometimes, combat power is not the only criterion for judging victory or defeat. If you do not have the ability to ignore anyone and anything, you still have to abide by the corresponding rules.

In the West Sea, on Moro Island, Mrs. Hua and her group were waiting quietly as the violent tide that had spread over tens of thousands of miles in the sea ahead passed.

In a very tall building, Madam Hua sat cross-legged steadily on the floor. The building was spacious and deep. Gusts of sea breeze came in, blowing Madam Hua's black hair.

Madam Hua closed her eyes and fell into a deep state of meditation. Suddenly, endless flames awakened her from her meditation.

When she opened her eyes, everything in front of her was normal. Mrs. Hua knew that she had fallen into that illusion again, but this time it was okay because she woke up in time just after falling into it.

The bloody color of the past did not appear, which meant that the medicine he had taken recently had taken effect.

During this long voyage, Mrs. Hua also found a suitable elixir for herself. Although it can only suppress her fantasies temporarily, it is enough for her for now.

After putting on her clothes, Mrs. Hua called someone over.

"Who's on duty today?"

"To answer my madam, it is Mr. Wen."

"I see. You guys take a rest. I'll go out and take a look."

Mrs. Hua turned around and came to a high altitude outside the building. Here, there was a strong wind and heavy rain, and the weather was very bad.

Facing the wind and rain, Madam Hua arrived at the place where the shuttles gathered. As she approached, she heard Wen Da's greeting:

"Mr. Wen has met the Madam."

In the shadow of the shuttle, Wen Da's figure was hidden, and only Mrs. Hua could see his trace.

"You did a great job, thank you for your hard work."

"It is my duty, so I dare not slack off, and it cannot be said to be hard work."

"Is there anything unusual?"

"None yet."

After a few brief words, the two ended the conversation. In fact, in addition to Wen Da's care, there were corresponding personnel inside and outside the ten shuttles to control them, and ordinary scoundrels could not even get close.

Mrs. Hua checked every shuttle before turning back to the building where she lived.

Arriving at another room, Madam Hua took out a piece of talisman paper that looked very high-level, and wrote on it carefully:

“My Lord, after sailing a million miles across the East Sea, my fleet has arrived at the West Sea. The natural conditions here are even worse. Even more unfortunately, there are more fleets coming and going, and some have forced their way through the storm and are heading for deeper waters.

As I got further away from the mainland, I saw more and more strange phenomena. There were strong men lurking here, and sea robbers roaring in, with thousands of people and hundreds of ships, many of whom were very powerful. Humans and demons gathered together, and monsters were rampant. Although the profit from long-distance trade was ten times higher, one careless move would result in a complete loss.

To be cautious, I want to travel with other fleets from Qiyun, and when the storm subsides, I will set off for home. Now that the journey is halfway through, the profit has tripled. The fourth-level spiritual materials I received in the Wolong Mountains are as follows."

Mrs. Hua wrote many words densely on a piece of talisman paper. She didn't stop until the paper was full. She felt unsatisfied.

After putting the talisman away, Madam Hua took out a special incense from her storage bag and lit it. As the fragrance spread, a moment later, an illusory black and white bird that looked like a parrot appeared.

The bird greedily inhaled the fragrance of the incense stick and then looked at Mrs. Hua.

Madam Hua handed over the talisman paper in her hand. The black and white spirit bird held the talisman paper in its mouth, flapped its wings, and flew into another world. It disappeared in an instant as if it had traveled through space.

After finishing all this, Mrs. Hua continued to fall into meditation. The familiar flames emerged again, burning her body and mind.

Amidst the layers of flames, Madam Hua's cultivation was also increasing little by little. As long as that blood-colored streak no longer appeared, everything would be in perfect condition.

Five days later, Fang Qingyuan looked to the side and saw a fat black and white spirit bird appearing timidly in front of him.

Fang Qingyuan smiled lightly, stretched out his hand from the void curtain, grabbed the black and white spirit bird, took the talisman paper out of its mouth, and then released it.

After being released, the black and white spirit bird was reluctant to leave. Seeing this, Fang Qingyuan took out a thousand-person-sized portions of faith power from the Immortal Palace, rolled it into a ball, and fed it to the bird.

After taking the pill of faith, the black and white spirit bird flew away staggeringly as if it was drunk. It seemed that it was very satisfied with Qingyuan's hospitality.

Fang Qingyuan withdrew his thoughts, and the talisman paper in his hand ignited without fire. Thousands of words were swallowed by Fang Qingyuan in one gulp like tadpoles.

In just a few breaths, Fang Qingyuan knew Mrs. Hua's latest situation. He thought about it and did not reply immediately.

Mrs. Hua has her own ideas. When she is away from home for millions of miles, Fang Qingyuan does not want to micromanage her. He knows this clearly.

The exchange of information between the two people takes ten days, and this also relies on the contribution of the black and white spirit bird.

If there were no bird, letters between the two would take two months to travel back and forth.

"Okay, Master Chen, please continue to express your views."

In front of Fang Qingyuan, there were seven or eight cultivators gathered together, listening to Master Chen's story.

This Master Chen is a third-level formation master invited by Fang Qingyuan from Wan Tianluo's workshop, to continue to overcome the difficulties of the spiritual power receiving device.

Previously, Fang Qingyuan had hired two talisman makers and one weapon refiner, but after two years of exploration, the products they developed could never meet Fang Qingyuan's requirements.

Fang Qingyuan understood that this was not a problem with the three of them, but that he was asking too much.

Originally he thought that he would slowly work on it for ten or twenty years and eventually succeed. But after Wan Tianluo became a shareholder, Fang Qingyuan was not polite anymore and directly invited a third-level alchemist, a third-level formation master, and a third-level weaver from Wan Tianluo's workshop.

As for the other second-level masters who processed spiritual ores and prepared spiritual ink, Fang Qingyuan transferred more than 20 people, which suddenly expanded the strength of this workshop several times.

Among the hundreds of arts, the formation master is at the top of the contempt chain. When Master Chen arrived, he quickly found the key point based on his previous research.

So with the cooperation of everyone, Master Chen completed his initial research and development.

At this moment, standing before everyone was a ten-foot-high seven-story pagoda, and Master Chen was explaining his ideas.

"Master Fang, this tower is called the Spiritual Power Information Transmission Tower. It has seven floors in total. Each floor represents an information strength. Please look here."