Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

The night was inky black, dotted with stars, but his mind was not on the scenery before him.

There were light footsteps behind me, and Mrs. Hua, wearing a plain long dress and holding a roll of account book in her hand, walked towards me with a serious expression.

"Lord,"

Mrs. Hua bowed slightly, with a hint of worry in her voice.

"These are the accounts for the past few months. The Qinglian Sword Sect has been putting more and more pressure on our industry, especially the supply of spiritual materials and elixirs for swords. They have almost completely cut off our supply."

Fang Qingyuan took the account book and scanned the densely packed numbers.

On the account books, the red deficits were particularly eye-catching, especially in the places marked with "Green Lotus Sword Sect", which showed almost a cliff-like decline.

"Tell me the specific situation."

Fang Qingyuan closed the account book, his tone was somewhat distressed and his brows were slightly furrowed.

Madam Hua took a deep breath and said slowly:

"The Qinglian Sword Sect blocked our seven branches in the Qinglian territory on the pretext of 'clearing out the remnants of the demonic cultivators.' They sent out sword cultivators to patrol day and night, and all cultivators who enter and leave must undergo strict inspections. Three of our caravans have been detained on the grounds that they were 'suspected of carrying contraband.'"

"Contraband?" Fang Qingyuan sneered, "They found a good excuse."

"Not only that," Madam Hua continued, "the Qinglian Sword Sect also secretly contacted several sects that cooperated with us and threatened them to cut off their ties with us.

Now, even the most basic spiritual material supply has become a problem in the area surrounding the Qinglian Sword Sect, and this situation is spreading to other Confucian sects. If this continues, our medicine shop and weapon refining shop will probably suffer losses."

Fang Qingyuan was silent for a moment, his eyes looking towards the night sky in the distance.

Whether it is refining elixirs or refining equipment, it is a time-consuming task. Some equipment refining and elixir refining often take many years just to collect materials.

Moreover, a large number of orders require a deposit first. Now that the Qinglian Sword Sect has stopped producing its specialty products, many orders cannot be carried out.

From the current perspective, the actions of the Qinglian Sword Sect are obviously not just intended to suppress their industry.

Ever since the disappearance of the Qinglian Sword Sect's ancestor who had reached the state of incarnation in the battle against demons in the outer sea, the Qinglian Sword Sect's hostility towards Qi Yun has become increasingly obvious.

Fang Qingyuan's industry was obviously affected.

"My Lord," Madam Hua hesitated for a moment and whispered, "I always feel that there seems to be another hidden meaning behind the actions of the Qinglian Sword Sect. Not only are they targeting our industry, they have also sent a large number of people to Baishan."

Fang Qingyuan frowned slightly.

Baishan was the place where he rose to prominence. What secrets might be there that were worthy of the Qinglian Sword Sect's concern? Could it be that the disappearance of the Qinglian Sword Sect's ancestor was also related to Baishan?

"What did they find out?" Fang Qingyuan asked.

Madam Hua shook her head: "We haven't found anything substantial yet. But the sword cultivators of the Qinglian Sword Sect have appeared frequently in the Baishan area recently, and they seem to be looking for something. I'm worried that they may have a bigger plan for the Qiyun Sect."

Fang Qingyuan's eyes suddenly froze.

He thought of a possibility: the disappearance of the Qinglian Sword Sect's ancestor who had achieved divine transformation had always been a sensitive topic between Qi Yun and the Qinglian Sword Sect.

The Qinglian Sword Sect obviously believed that the Qiyun Sect was hiding something in this matter, and might even know the whereabouts of their ancestor. Now that they were exerting pressure, it was probably not only to suppress Qiyun's industry, but also to force the Qiyun Sect to hand over the truth.

As for Baishan, based on the inside information he had obtained before, if there was anyone in this world who wanted to see Qi Yun suffer the most, it would be Baishan.

Of course, this is just the idea of ​​the Lord of Baishan, not the sects at the foot of the mountain. Those sects are not qualified to get involved in this matter.

It would be very interesting if the Qinglian Patriarch showed up in Baishan.

Thinking of this, Fang Qingyuan ordered in a deep voice:

"Keep watching the movements of the Qinglian Sword Sect. If they really make any big moves, we must know about it at the first time."

Now, Mrs. Hua has become Fang Qingyuan's number one confidant, responsible for all kinds of overt and covert intelligence, business layout, and all the collected information must be summarized to her first.

Of course, Fang Qingyuan himself still controls the higher-end information channels, and there are some things that only Fang Qingyuan can do.

After hearing Fang Qingyuan's instructions, Madam Hua nodded and then asked, "Should we temporarily reduce our long-distance trade?"

Fang Qingyuan nodded: "Let's take it back first. It's a time of trouble, so it's better to be safe. Besides..."

He paused, a smile on his face, "The more aggressive they are, the greater the backlash will be within Qiyun. We just need to wait and see, this matter won't last long."

Mrs. Hua nodded thoughtfully and was about to leave when Fang Qingyuan suddenly called her.

"By the way," Fang Qingyuan turned and looked at Madam Hua, his eyes deep, "How is the plan for opening up the Huohuo Realm going?"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Madam Hua straightened her expression and replied, "Our people are all ready. There are no problems with Wanbao Pavilion, Guanghui Pavilion and the Tian family. We just need to wait for the teleportation array to be built and tested before we can officially launch it."

Fang Qingyuan nodded and looked up at the distant night sky again.

After a few breaths, a ray of silver-white spiritual power suddenly condensed at his fingertips and lightly tapped into the void.

In an instant, the starlight on the observatory was like a pool of water disturbed by a stone, creating ripples.

"You should take the lead in opening up the Fire Realm this time."

Before he finished speaking, the edge of the account book in Mrs. Hua's hand had been wrinkled. "If everything goes well."

The silver-white spiritual power suddenly turned into a snake and drilled into the center of the starlight ripples. "Maybe I can figure out the reason behind you."

Mrs. Hua's breathing was slightly stagnant. Her wrist under her sleeve was shaking unconsciously. There was a dark red birthmark there since childhood, which was now slightly hot.

When taking inventory in the warehouse three days ago, this birthmark had oozed blood for no reason, forming a pattern similar to the Fire Realm Array on the jade floor tiles - she had never told anyone about this.

And three days ago, the teleportation array here made contact with the Huohuo Realm for the first time.

"Thanks to the Lord's grace, your subordinate"

She suppressed the throbbing in her heart and was about to express her loyalty, but she saw that the starlight that Fang Qingyuan was touching with his fingertips suddenly twisted and intertwined into a nine-petal red lotus in the air.

Fang Qingyuan flicked his finger and shattered the red lotus illusion. The remaining starlight sprinkled on Mrs. Hua's skirt and actually gathered into a small Lihuo hexagram at her feet.

A sudden strong wind blew up in the observatory, and Fang Qingyuan's moon-white robe rustled.

He suddenly took a half step closer and pointed his finger at Madam Hua's forehead: "Since you woke up from your coma that year, have you discovered that there is a spark of fire in your body that does not belong to you?"

Madam Hua staggered back, her back resting against the cold stone pillar of the star dial.

Memories are like torn silk books - that year, I went astray in my practice, and when I woke up, there was a blurry picture in my sea of ​​consciousness:

Nine giant bronze tripods were floating in the sea of ​​fire. The chains wrapped around the tripods sank into the void. The monks tied at the end of the chains had flames in their brows that were the same shape as her birthmark!