Rise of Qinglian

On Qinglian Island, the sky has just dawned, and the golden sunshine is shining on Qinglian Island. With three loud bells ringing, a new day has begun, and the Wang family members are getting busy.

In a very large school, thousands of young children are learning the basic knowledge of cultivating immortals, and a clan elder who is over fifty years old is teaching them.

"Today we are talking about metal veins. Metal veins are not easy to form. The higher the level of metal veins, the more difficult the conditions for their formation. The most common one is black iron stone, a first-level weapon refining material."

The clan elder took out a piece of dark ore and said loudly.

Wang Changsheng stood outside the school, watching the young tribesmen learn basic knowledge of immortality.

Most of the children listened carefully, while a few children looked out the window in a daze.

"Yingsheng, Yingli, Yingguang, what are you three doing? After class today, go back and copy the clan rules three times. I will tell your parents personally."

The clan elder said loudly.

The three dazed children suddenly showed bitter faces. The other children took a warning and listened attentively.

Wang Changsheng nodded with satisfaction. Members of the Wang family with spiritual roots will be sent here to learn the basic knowledge of cultivating immortals. There will be clan elders who will help them choose the exercises to prevent them from taking detours. If the exercises are not suitable, they can modify them. The clan elder will give advice.

Unlike casual cultivators, having a set of exercises is considered good, so there is no right to pick and choose.

Most of the training methods of casual cultivators are incomplete. After cultivating to a certain level, they need to modify the methods. Not to mention the time consuming, they are likely to take detours. The Wang family members do not have this worry.

The exercises collected by the family can be practiced at least to the stage of becoming a god. There are also clan elders who give suggestions and give lectures regularly to minimize the chance of clan members taking detours.

Wang Changsheng's figure blurred, turning into dots of blue light and disappearing.

The next moment, Wang Changsheng appeared above a steep peak, with a white mist pouring out from around him, covering his whole body.

At the top of the peak is a very large bluestone square. In the center of the bluestone square is a huge blue lotus platform. An old man in golden robes who is over ninety years old is sitting on the green lotus platform. Thousands of clan members in the Qi refining period are sitting on the blue lotus platform. All around the lotus platform.

After members of the Wang family start to practice, they don't have to do any chores until they are twenty years old. The family provides an amount of resources for cultivating immortals every month. The higher the cultivation level, the more resources for cultivating immortals.

There are regular sermons by clan elders, covering everything from weapon refining, planting, beast control, talisman making, formation formation, fighting, breeding, wine making, etc. If you are interested, you can come and listen.

White clouds carried Wang Changsheng as he moved quickly. After a while, Wang Changsheng appeared above an extremely large elixir garden. Dozens of tribesmen were raining on the elixir and fruit trees.

After the age of twenty, tribesmen below the eighth level of Qi Refining have to do one chore every month in order to receive a basic salary. At this time, the skills learned before come in handy. Tribesmen who are good at planting will receive tasks according to their abilities. Become a spiritual planter, plant spiritual valleys or reclaim desert islands. Tribesmen who know how to refine weapons can apply to be apprentices.

Tribesmen who perform well will receive more resources for cultivating immortals. If they are particularly outstanding, they will become the clan members that the family focuses on cultivating. They do not need to do chores and can just concentrate on cultivation.

A large number of spiritual lights suddenly appeared in the void. These colorful spiritual lights suddenly condensed into five-color auspicious clouds. Tens of thousands of five-color auspicious clouds gathered over Qinglian Island.

"There are tribesmen attacking the Void Refining Stage!"

Some tribesmen recognized the origin of this vision. More than ten years ago, Liu Hongxue entered the Void Refining Stage, and many tribesmen still remembered it.

Tens of thousands of auspicious clouds suddenly gathered in a certain direction, collided with each other, shattered one after another, and turned into a huge whirlpool of spiritual energy.

A dragon roar resounded throughout the world, and a white light rose into the sky, transforming into a huge five-clawed true dragon shadow. The true dragon shadow was all white, hovering high in the sky, making bursts of loud dragon roars.

"Qing Hao!"

Wang Changsheng narrowed his eyes. Wang Yingjie, Wang Mengbin and Wang Qinghao were the perfect gods during the race war. However, Wang Qinghao was seriously injured and has been healing these years, otherwise he would have entered the Void Refining Stage.

Level 5 dragons are rare in this sea area, let alone level 6 dragons.

All dragons are treasures, and high-level dragons are usually the focus of hunting by high-level monks.

The spiritual energy vortex slowly rotated, and large raindrops poured down, falling on the real dragon's shadow one after another, making the real dragon's shadow become more dazzling.

The Wang family cultivated some third- and fourth-level dragons. They all crawled on the ground and let out low roars, which seemed to express submission. This was a kind of bloodline suppression.

Wang Qinghao has the body of a dragon, and Wang Changsheng believes that he can survive the sixty-nine thunder tribulations.

After a cup of tea, the whirlpool of spiritual energy dissipated, and the shadow of the real dragon collapsed.

The rumble of thunder came from high in the sky, and the originally clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, with lightning and thunder.

There are countless silver arcs beating in the dark clouds, and silver thunder snakes are swimming in the dark clouds, densely packed, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

The dark clouds rolled violently and turned into six thunderclouds of about the same size. With a loud thunder, a thick silver lightning struck down and headed straight for Wang Qinghao.

There is a white peak. Wang Qinghao stands on the top of the mountain with a solemn expression.

Rolling cold air surged out of his body, turning into a white armor to protect his whole body. His right fist turned into a huge dragon claw and struck at the silver lightning.

There was a loud noise, the silver lightning was shattered by him, and the dazzling silver lightning drowned Wang Qinghao's figure.

Not long after, the silver thunder light dissipated, and Wang Qinghao was safe and sound.

Soon, a silver lightning that was thicker than before struck down and headed straight for Wang Qinghao.

Wang Qinghao was just trying out the power of thunder tribulation, not trying to resist all thunder tribulations with his body.

He took out a gleaming white array disk and punched in several spells. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, and a huge white light curtain appeared out of thin air, covering the entire mountain peak.

There was a rumble of thunder, and thick bolts of lightning pierced the sky and struck at the mountain peak where Wang Qinghao was.

Wang Changsheng returned to Qinglian Peak, and the mirage dragon rushed over.

It had been hatched for more than ten years, and under Wang Changsheng's careful feeding, its size had more than quintupled.

Roar!

The mirage let out a loud roar and opened its bloody mouth.

Wang Changsheng took out a batch of sapphire peaches and threw them into the mirage dragon's mouth. The mirage dragon chewed it a few times and then swallowed it.

The sapphire peach tree blooms in eight hundred years, bears fruit in eight hundred years, and matures in another eight hundred years. It is sweet and juicy, and the mirage likes it very much.

The mirage looked at the thunderclouds high in the sky, with a hint of fear in its eyes.

Wang Changsheng walked into a secret room. There was a hole in the top of the secret room, allowing sunlight and moonlight to shine in.

In the center of the secret room is a glistening jade bottle with some patterns of flowers and plants engraved on it. It is the Thousand Spirits Vase.

Wang Changsheng opened the cork and poured out a piece of blood-red thorn.

The wood demon has been recuperating in the Thousand Spirits Bottle and has not recovered yet.

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