Rise of Qinglian

Wang Liangpu put away the Scarlet Flame Bird and strode in. He came to a fat old man in gold robes, took out several storage rings, and said with a smile: "Uncle Qi, these are the spirits picked in the orchard I am responsible for." Tao, please count them."

He is responsible for managing 30,000 acres of orchards and has 200 tribesmen under his jurisdiction. They are divided into multiple groups. Each group guards a certain number of fruit trees. The better the quantity and quality of spiritual fruits, the greater the reward. Otherwise, Wang Liangpu will be punished. Order, spend most of your time practicing.

The family now has a vast territory and a sparse population, and the treatment of various skilled talents is very good, especially the weapon refiners. Wang Liangpu's cultivation level is not high, mainly because he has caught up with the dividends of the family's development.

In other cultivating families, with his level of cultivation and cultivation, they would not receive such good treatment.

The golden-robed old man sent a group of deacon disciples to carefully count and register them, and then allocated a large sum of contribution points to Wang Liangpu. Wang Liangpu would then give certain rewards to each group based on their performance when he returned.

The family's development is on the rise. Whoever performs well will get more resources for cultivating immortals. Thanks to the abundant monster resources in this sea area, guarding a cornucopia, the Wang family is currently developing very well.

Everything has advantages and disadvantages. Beast tides break out in this sea area every once in a while. Small beast tides can be dealt with by Yuanying monks, but large beast tides require the cooperation of multiple god-forming monks to deal with them.

Qinglian Island and the seven sub-islands are okay. If a fifth-level monster attacks the island, the family's god-transforming monks will rush over as quickly as possible. If it is an outlying island, they will not be so lucky.

If not, the number of monks and mortals in the Wang family could increase a lot.

Wang Liangpu left the General Affairs Hall, released the red bird, and flew towards his residence.

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A green mountain peak covered with spiritual bamboos, and a simple green bamboo building.

Wang Qingshan sat cross-legged on a green futon with a serious expression.

Twelve alchemy monks were divided on both sides. They looked respectful and were asking Wang Qingshan questions.

They either have flying swords attached to their bodies or carry flying swords on their backs, and they are all swordsmen.

Wang Qingshan has been in Xuanyang Realm for more than three hundred years and has successfully entered the late stage of divine transformation. The family has not been established for a long time and needs various talents, especially high-level monks with rich experience in fighting.

Wang Qingshan personally selected a group of tribesmen and instructed them to practice swordsmanship and set up sword formations.

"Li He, Li He, and Li Jiao, your swordsmanship is higher than theirs. Please give them more advice. Can you give me some advice?"

Wang Qingshan followed the instructions with a gentle tone.

There are three members of the Lizi generation who are relatively talented and have rich practical experience, and they are very popular with Wang Qingshan.

"Yes, Ancestor Qingshan."

The two men and one woman agreed in unison that the title "ancestor" only applies to Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan.

The younger generation calls Wang Qingshan the Qingshan Patriarch and Wang Qingcheng the Qingcheng Patriarch.

"That's it for today. You go back! Cultivation is the foundation. Li He, Li He, and Li Jiao, you can consider entering the Nascent Soul stage."

Wang Qingshan warned that there were too few Nascent Soul cultivators in the family, and there were not many Divine Transformation cultivators. If a fifth-level monster attacked, there would be no problem in guarding Qinglian Island and the seven sub-islands, but it would be hard to say about the other islands.

Wang Lihe and others agreed in unison, stood up and left.

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In the Qingli Sea, on a desert island with a radius of thousands of miles, two male and one female monks named Huashen were fighting with each other. There were constant explosions, various spiritual lights blazing, and billowing air waves.

Wang Mengbin stood above a steep peak with an indifferent expression. There was a huge thundercloud hundreds of miles in size floating in the sky, with lightning and thunder.

He has entered the late stage of spiritual transformation and has taken the elixir to extend his life for more than 800 years. He has a lot of time to enter the void refining stage.

A few miles away from him, there was a pot-bellied Taoist priest in red robe and a young woman in blue dress with bewitching features. Both of them were in the middle stage of transformation, their faces were pale, and their eyes were full of fear.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, we have no mortal grudge against Your Excellency. You have been hunting down our couple for more than half a year. Why bother? We will give you a large sum of spiritual stones and you will let us go?"

The red-robed Taoist priest begged.

"Yes! Fellow Daoist Wang, you are just a tribute to the Han family. You use money to do things. Why do you need to kill them all and leave us a way to survive? We will definitely be grateful in the future."

The young woman in blue skirt echoed, her tone sincere.

"You have killed hundreds of monks, killing people and selling goods. I am ordered by the Han family to take your heads back to recover and let you go? Humph, you never thought of letting me go."

Wang Mengbin's tone was cold, and the mountain peak under his feet suddenly shook violently. The mountainside exploded, and a giant yellow python flew out from the mountainside. Its head was missing and its flesh and blood were blurred.

There was lightning and thunder in the sky, and tens of thousands of thick silver lightnings pierced the sky, striking at the red-robed Taoist priest and the young woman in blue skirt.

Naturally, the young woman in blue skirt and the red-robed Taoist priest did not dare to confront him head-on, and wanted to avoid it. However, they were horrified to find that an irresistible gravity suddenly came from the ground, making it difficult for them to move even one step.

In desperation, the young woman in the blue dress quickly held out a shimmering blue shield, which kept flying around them, while the red-robed Taoist priest held out a red round bowl and released a stream of red flames, which turned into a wall of red fire to protect them.

Two dazzling golden lights suddenly flew out of the ground and hit the blue shield. The blue shield turned golden at an astonishing speed. Like a huge piece of gold, it quickly fell down and smashed into pieces.

Dense silver lightning fell and was blocked by their body-protecting spiritual light. The dazzling silver lightning drowned the two figures. The powerful air wave flattened dozens of mountains to the ground, filling the sky with smoke.

Wang Mengbin opened his mouth and spit out a long, thick purple-gold thunder spear. It disappeared into the thunder light, and a miserable woman's cry came out.

Not long after, the silver thunder light dissipated, the young woman in blue skirt fell in a pool of blood, her head disappeared, and the red-robed Taoist priest disappeared.

"Escape! Humph, is it as fast as my thunder escape?"

Wang Mengbin sneered, and countless silver arcs emerged from his body, turning into a dazzling silver lightning and disappearing.

In a certain sea area hundreds of miles away, a red light suddenly lit up, and a red-robed Taoist priest appeared.

Almost at the same time, a deafening sound of thunder came from the void, and with a flash of silver light, Wang Mengbin appeared.

As soon as Wang Mengbin appeared, he opened his mouth and spit out a purple-gold thunder arrow, heading straight for the red-robed Taoist priest.

The red-robed Taoist priest was so frightened that he was about to avoid it. The seawater below suddenly rolled violently, and a huge vortex appeared, entangled with a strong suction force. The red-robed Taoist priest's reaction was stagnant, and he was hit by a purple-gold thunder arrow. , there was a scream.

The rumble of thunder came from high in the sky, and tens of thousands of thick lightnings pierced the sky and struck at the red-robed Taoist priest.

After a huge explosion, the red-robed Taoist priest's body exploded and turned into countless tiny corpses, not even the Nascent Soul was left behind.

Wang Qingshan grabbed it with one hand, and a red storage ring flew towards him and disappeared into his hand.

A white ray of light flew from a distance, it was Bai Yuqi.

As a stranger in a foreign land, Bai Yuqi helped arrange formations to assist Wang Mengbin in his practice. Wang Mengbin bought formation books and materials for Bai Yuqi. After going back and forth, the two fell in love and became a Taoist couple.

"Husband, I didn't help."

Bai Yuqi's tone was filled with helplessness.

They were ordered to kill two evil cultivators in the divine transformation stage. Wang Mengbin's escape technique was too fast and stopped the evil cultivators. Bai Yuqi was not of much help.

"If Madam hadn't used the formation to trap him, I wouldn't have killed him so easily."

Wang Qingshan said with a smile.

He had already made plans to establish a family by himself if he could not find Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan.

He and Bai Yuqi have already slept together, but without the help of a magical elixir, they cannot give birth to a son and a half daughters.

Wang Mengbin planned to accumulate a sum of merit first and accumulate wealth for establishing a family.

The Han family also knew that Wang Mengbin wanted to establish his own family, so they were not embarrassed and promised to give Wang Mengbin a good island in the future. As for what island to give, it would depend on how much contribution Wang Mengbin and Bai Yuqi made.