Rise of Qinglian

Qinglian Peak, a certain secret room.

Wang Changsheng sat cross-legged on the futon, his eyes fixed on a red cauldron as tall as one person. The red cauldron had four legs and two ears. A red lotus was engraved on the cauldron, and there was a light blue flame under the cauldron.

There were some refining materials scattered around him, mostly metal ores.

After a while, Wang Changsheng's magic formula changed, and the blue flame turned into a blue light and disappeared into his sleeves. He poured a magic formula into the red cauldron, and the lid of the cauldron flew up and fell to the ground.

Wang Changsheng stood up and walked in front of the red cauldron. Inside the cauldron was a pair of palm-sized golden wheels, with runes flashing on the surface.

The inner ring of the golden wheel is composed of four half-moon-shaped petals. The edges of the petals are extremely sharp and sparkle with a cold light.

The Golden Moon Wheel was a natal magic weapon that Wang Changsheng re-refined for Wang Qiuming. It was refined with some magnets and had magnetic power to restrain other metallic magic weapons.

Wang Changsheng shook his sleeves, put away a pair of golden moon wheels, and strode out.

Leaving Qinglian Peak, Wang Changsheng came to a golden peak. There were a large number of golden trees planted on the mountain. The leaves were all golden and the golden light was shining. He sent out a transmission note.

Not long after, Wang Qiuming walked out. He was wearing a golden robe, with a rosy face and a smile on his face.

"My grandson pays homage to his grandfather. Please come inside."

Wang Qiuming bowed, made an invitation gesture, and invited Wang Changsheng into his residence.

Wang Changsheng followed Wang Qiuming into a secluded courtyard. In the courtyard was a golden fruit tree more than a hundred feet tall. There were more than a dozen golden fruits hanging on the tree, exuding a rich aroma.

Wang Qiuming brewed a pot of steaming spiritual tea. He held the teacup in both hands and handed it to Wang Changsheng. He said with a respectful expression: "Grandpa, please use the tea."

Wang Changsheng took the tea cup, took a sip of tea, took out the golden moon wheel, handed it to Wang Qiuming, and said pleasantly: "Qiu Ming, this is the golden moon wheel that I have re-refined for you. It is made into a piece of magnetic material. Special ore, a magic weapon to restrain metallic properties, see if you like it."

Wang Qiuming took the golden moon wheel with both hands and was overjoyed, his eyes full of fire.

He threw the golden moon wheels forward and inserted a spell into each one. The two golden moon wheels quickly spun and made a loud sound.

The two golden moon wheels rotate rapidly, as if two golden full moons are suspended in mid-air.

Wang Qiuming took out a shining green flying knife. As soon as the green flying knife came within ten feet of the golden full moon, it suddenly lost control and flew towards the golden full moon.

The sound of "ding, ding" clashing of gold and iron sounded, and the cyan flying knife sank into a golden full moon, shattering into pieces and turning into a pile of broken copper and iron.

Wang Qiuming took a breath of cold air. After Wang Changsheng re-tempered it, how powerful is the golden moon wheel? No wonder so many high monks want to get some special ores in the Immortal Burial Sea Area.

"Yes, thank you grandpa."

Wang Qiuming put away the golden moon wheel and thanked him again.

"You call me grandpa. This is what I should do. The Golden Moon Wheel restrains the metallic magic weapon, but that doesn't mean that the Golden Moon Wheel is invincible. You can't underestimate it."

Wang Changsheng looked solemn and warned.

All things are interdependent and there is no invincible magic weapon or technique.

"My grandson understands that his grandfather's teachings will be remembered in his heart."

Wang Qiuming agreed wholeheartedly, with a respectful look on his face.

Wang Changsheng asked Wang Qiuming about his daily practice, and Wang Qiuming answered truthfully.

"Qiu Ming, who are you going to invite to your baby-making ceremony?"

Wang Qiuming has entered the Nascent Soul stage, and Wang Changsheng plans to make a big deal out of it.

Wang Qiuming hesitated for a moment and said, "Grandpa, my grandson doesn't plan to make any big fuss, as long as our clan knows about it."

He has always disliked these red tapes. When holding a baby-conceiving ceremony, he has to deal with many Nascent Soul monks and have to say a lot of polite words.

Wang Qiuming was able to advance to the Nascent Soul stage because of the family's great efforts. Wherever he went, others would look down on him because he was the grandson of the Qinglian Immortal Couple. There was no way, the Qinglian Immortal Couple was too famous, and Wang Qiuming didn't No matter how many opportunities he has to perform, even if he achieves results, others will think that he should do so.

He wants to practice in seclusion and prove himself with his strength.

As a direct descendant of the Qinglian Immortal Couple, Wang Qiuming was proud but also a little distressed. He did not want to live under the shadow of his grandparents all his life. He wanted to prove himself.

Wang Changsheng felt a little surprised and asked curiously: "The baby-conceiving ceremony will not be held? Why?"

"My grandson doesn't like the excitement, so let's forget about the baby-birth ceremony. My grandson plans to retreat and cultivate. Cultivation is the most important thing."

Wang Qiuming's eyes are firm. After entering the Nascent Soul stage, he will work harder to practice.

Wang Changsheng was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, with a look of approval on his face, and encouraged: "If you think so, that's the best thing. Since you have made up your mind, then it's up to you. Grandpa always remembers what you said when you were young. In short, grandpa believes you can do it."

After chatting for a while, Wang Changsheng returned to Qinglian Peak, and Wang Mengfen came to ask him for advice on the selection of the two heroes.

The Wang family now has more than 30 alchemy monks, and being selected as the second hero represents the privilege of giving birth to babies first. This matter cannot be taken carelessly.

"The position is temporarily vacant. Whoever can make a significant contribution to the family will be selected. Remember, fairness must be ensured."

Wang Changsheng said in a stern tone that people are not worried about scarcity but inequality. The family is getting bigger and bigger, so we must pay more attention to fairness. Wang Changsheng is the oldest member of the family, and he must take the lead. If the top beam is not straight, the bottom beam is crooked.

If he is nepotistic, the people below him will follow suit and the family will be in chaos.

Erxiong refers to male cultivators in the Dan-formation stage. Just looking at their cultivation base, Wang Youwei is a suitable candidate.

He values ​​Wang Youwei more, but Wang Youwei has not made any significant contributions. Wang Youwei was directly selected as the second hero, which is not enough to convince the public and will distort the family atmosphere.

The selection of the two heroes was originally based on their contribution to the family. This rule cannot be broken. If Wang Changsheng changed the rule today, future generations will follow suit.

The state has national laws, and families have family rules.

"Yes, ancestor."

Wang Mengfen breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. What he wanted was Wang Changsheng's words. If Wang Changsheng appointed Wang Youwei to be selected, he would not refute, but in this way, it would be difficult for him to discipline other clan members.

There is nepotism at the top, and people at the bottom see no hope and have no rules for doing things.

Wang Changsheng suddenly remembered something and added: "Yingjie is a good kid. If you have the chance, give him a little more training."

Wang Yingjie has five spiritual roots, and the chance of him advancing to the Nascent Soul stage is extremely low. Wang Changsheng wants to set Wang Yingjie as a model and inspire other tribesmen.

"Yes, ancestor."

After a few words of warning, Wang Changsheng asked Wang Mengfen to retreat.

Back in the basement, Wang Changsheng closed his eyes and rested his mind, meditating and adjusting his breath.

A quarter of an hour later, he opened his eyes, took out a palm-sized blue gourd, and punched in a spell. A large piece of biting blue liquid flew out and floated in the air.

Wang Changsheng ran the eleventh-level cultivation formula of the "Kui Shui Sutra". As he practiced, a large blue glow emerged from the surface of his body. The blue liquid flew towards him, followed the pores, and slowly penetrated into his body. A biting cold air entered his body, and he shivered.

He plans to practice in seclusion and strive to advance to the late Nascent Soul stage.

The catastrophe that Master Tianyue mentioned was probably not the Nether Spider. The catastrophe would not be so easy to survive.

If they advance to the late Nascent Soul stage before the catastrophe comes, it will be relatively easy for Wang Changsheng and the Wang family to survive the catastrophe.