Rise of Qinglian

"By the way, Fellow Daoist Han, have you ever heard of the Four Seasons Sword Master?"

Wang Changsheng asked curiously. The Four Seasons Sword Master is the founder of Taiyi Immortal Sect. This man and god passed through people and left legends in many interfaces.

He inquired about the whereabouts of the Four Seasons Sword Master, but no one in Xuanling Continent had heard of this person, and it seemed as if he did not exist.

Wang Qingshan told Wang Changsheng that the natal soul lamp enshrined by the Four Seasons Sword Master in the Taiyi Immortal Sect has not been extinguished, which means that the Four Seasons Sword Master is still alive. As for where he is, there is no way to know.

"Four Seasons Sword Master?"

Han Changfeng had a look of reminiscence on his face, pondered for a while, shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it. Master Siji has heard of it, but this person is only in the stage of becoming a god. He was active more than a thousand years ago. He is a member of our Han family. The worshiper has long since passed away."

"Shikimao?"

According to time calculation, the Four Seasons Sword Master was already in the stage of divine transformation more than 5,000 years ago. It is impossible for him to be active more than 1,000 years ago. It is estimated that the names are somewhat similar.

Either the Four Seasons Sword Master is not in the Xuanyang Realm, or he is in other places in the Xuanyang Realm. Wang Changsheng prefers the former. Wang Qingshan looks around for the direct interface of the Xuanyang Realm. He almost died with the Sky-breaking Spirit Blade in his hand. The Four Seasons Sword Master Traveling through multiple interfaces, I might end up in the parallel interface of Xuanyang Realm.

"Fellow Daoist Han, I haven't seen you for many years. Your Dharma has been completely condensed, right?"

Yang Xuemei said meaningfully.

"Mrs. Yang is joking, how can it be so easy to condense the Dharma? Many combined monks are still unable to condense it completely!"

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Han Changfeng shook his head and said that the materials for condensing the Dharma are different depending on the Dharma. For monks who practice fire attribute techniques, the materials for condensing the Dharma tend to be fire-metallic, so naturally they cannot use water-attribute materials.

In addition, some special dharma forms need to be condensed from the spirit of monsters.

Wang Changsheng practices water-attribute skills, and the water of the Styx is the best material for condensing the dharma. His current knowledge is far from what it was before.

Fusion monks also use the water of the Styx River, but the weapon spirits don't like the water of the Styx River, probably because the quantity is too small.

They exchanged questions about cultivation, especially the method of condensing the Dharma. Wang Changsheng rarely spoke. After all, he had not been in the Void Refining Stage for a long time and did not know much about the method of condensing the Dharma.

More than two hours later, a deafening roar of a dragon interrupted their conversation.

Wang Changsheng looked toward the lake. He saw a giant black turtle floating on the lake. It had a dragon head and a body that was more than a thousand feet in size. It had a slender neck and some golden spiritual lines.

This is a fifth-level high-grade dragon turtle, and its size is far smaller than that of a Lin turtle.

"Fellow Daoist Han, in a few hundred years, this turtle like you will probably be promoted to the sixth level!"

Yang Xuemei said in an envious tone.

"Mrs. Yang was joking. How can it be so easy to advance to the sixth level? To tell you the truth, my turtle took many sixth-level turtle demon pills, but they were of no use. I heard that there are special spiritual objects in Wanling Sect. It can increase the chance of the spirit beast advancing to the sixth level."

Han Changfeng said it to the end, his face full of longing.

"Fellow Daoist Long, your ancestors came from Wanling Sect, is there any way?"

Wang Changsheng looked at Long Yunxin and asked curiously.

If it works for the Jiaogui, maybe the Lingui can also be used.

"It depends on the direction of the evolution of Brother Daoist Han's turtle, whether it is evolving towards the dragon or the turtle. If it evolves towards the dragon, then get the blood essence or inner elixir of a sixth-level dragon with pure blood, and transform into a dragon. Grass will do, but if you want to evolve towards a turtle, then you can get the blood essence or demon elixir from a descendant of Xuanwu or other magical turtles, and you can also arrange some special formations to assist it in its cultivation."

Long Yunxin analyzed.

Han Changfeng nodded thoughtfully, and Wang Changsheng secretly noted it down.

They chatted for more than two hours. Han Changfeng told them that there would be a party at Qingli Building in three days and invited them to attend. They all agreed.

After leaving Han Mansion, Wang Changsheng and Long Yunxin strolled on the street.

Wang Changsheng asked Long Yunxin for advice on the art of repelling insects and controlling beasts, and Long Yunxin was willing to answer the questions. As they grew older, their knowledge increased a lot, and they talked about a wider range of topics.

After a cup of tea, when passing through a fork, Long Yunxin suddenly took out a sparkling Dharma plate, and after a while of gestures, he frowned.

"Sorry, Fellow Daoist Wang, I have something urgent to deal with. I'll see you later."

Long Yunxin apologized and left in a hurry.

Wang Changsheng didn't pay attention and continued to wander.

After a while, Wang Changsheng suddenly stopped and walked into a grocery store.

The store is no more than ten feet long, and the owner is an old man in green robe with a rosy complexion, who has the cultivation level of Danjie.

There are a lot of things on the shelves, including ores, monster materials, spiritual wood, etc. The quality is not high.

The old man in green robe felt Wang Changsheng's aura as vast as the vast sea, and hurriedly came forward to greet him, saying respectfully: "Senior is here, I don't know what you want to see."

Wang Changsheng ignored the old man in green robes, picked up a red ore from the shelf, and observed it carefully.

The red ore felt warm in his hand, emitting a weak wave of fire energy.

"How can I sell this Sky Flame Stone?"

Wang Changsheng asked casually.

"It's not worth a lot of money, senior can just give it to you."

The old man in green robe said cautiously, Sky Flame Stone is a third-level weapon refining material, usually used to refine fire-attribute treasures, and there are many on the shelves.

The other party could like the Sky Flame Stone, and obviously there was something else about the Sky Flame Stone, but he didn't dare to say not to sell it.

Wang Changsheng took out a green storage bag, threw it to the old man in green robe, and said, "Three hundred thousand spiritual stones, how about it?"

A piece of third-level ore is not worth the price at all. The shop owner is obviously not an idiot. He has already noticed that there is something abnormal about this piece of Sky Flame Stone. Wang Changsheng doesn't mind letting him earn a little more.

"no problem."

The green-robed old man accepted it with great joy. This piece of Sky Flame Stone could be sold for at most 60,000 spirit stones. If it sold for a high price of 300,000 yuan, he would naturally not refuse.

"Where did you get these Sky Flame Stones?"

Wang Changsheng asked.

"It was sold to this junior by a licensed merchant. Flame stones are everywhere these days. He said he accidentally picked them up during a volcanic eruption. They are very good for refining fire-attribute magic weapons."

The old man in green robe explained.

Wang Changsheng nodded, turned and left.

After wandering around for more than two hours, Wang Changsheng returned to his residence, but Wang Qiuya and Wang Xiangrong had not returned yet.

Wang Changsheng flicked his wrist, and a golden light flew out from his spirit beast bracelet. It was the Soul-Eating Golden Cicada.

Wang Changsheng took out the Sky Flame Stone, put his fingers together, and squeezed it hard. The Sky Flame Stone shattered, revealing a black crystal stone the size of a pigeon egg, which emitted a weak soul power.

"Xuanhun Jade!"

Wang Changsheng was surprised and said, Mysterious Soul Jade is a special weapon refining material, born in a place where many ghosts gather together.

If not for the reminder from the Soul-eating Golden Cicada, Wang Changsheng would not have been able to discover the existence of this Mysterious Soul Jade.

Xuanhun Jade can be used to refine weapons and form formations.

Wang Changsheng threw the Mysterious Soul Jade towards the Soul-Eating Golden Cicada. The Soul-Eating Golden Cicada made a cheerful chirping sound, sprayed out a golden glow to cover the Mysterious Soul Jade, and swallowed it.

Wang Changsheng could clearly feel that his spiritual consciousness had increased a lot.