Three days later, Luo Hong and Yu Ruoxi had left Wushan. The Qian family was holding Qian Tianbao's funeral. The cultivators from the five families gathered to bid farewell to him.

"The Qian family has lost the foundation-building stage and is afraid that the leader of the Qian family will decline like the Zhou family. Why do they have to hold on to the secret method of ancestral transmission? "

Zhao Qingling muttered to herself in the protection of a group of immortal cultivators of the Zhao family. She never thought that there was anything wrong with her choice, but she just didn't understand.

At this time, clanging footsteps came from outside the mourning hall, and soon a girl wearing tiger-headed iron armor and holding a spear ran in.

Looking at the coffin in the center of the mourning hall, the girl silently lowered her head, and her black hair covered her eyebrows.

"Mulan, I feel sad."

After that, Grandma Sun looked a little hunched over, and her dusk aura became increasingly strong, just one step away from the coffin in the mourning hall at this time.

Qian Mulan did not respond. Her hand holding the gun was trembling because she was too hard. She suddenly seemed to have reached her limit and raised her spear and smashed it to the ground.

With a "bang", the whole mourning hall shook three times!

Qian Mulan then smashed her twice, exerting force at the same time, which made the guests stagger.

"Mulan, have you advanced to build the foundation?!"

Zhao Qingling and other tribe leaders immediately noticed her cultivation based on the girl's breath. They were first surprised, and then they all showed their original expression.

I think Qian Tianbao chose to try hard because the Qian family has successors.

"I'm fine. Elders, what are my father's last words before his death?"

Qian Mulan raised her head, her eyes were slightly red, but she did not shed tears, and asked the head of the three family.

"It's a pity that we haven't seen Brother Qian for the last time. This is Brother Qian's storage bag. Mulan, please keep it."

The head of the Li family shook his head regretfully and handed out a blood-stained storage bag.

Sensing that there was still a remnant of his father's spiritual consciousness on the storage bag, Qian Mulan knew that no one had opened the storage bag before her.

"Sir, thank you."

After thanking her, Qian Mulan resolutely wiped away the remaining consciousness left by her father in the world, and her spiritual consciousness penetrated into the storage bag to search.

Not here!

Her face suddenly changed.

"Mulan, is there anything wrong with it?"

Zhao Qingling asked suspiciously.

"Ah, nothing happened, I just didn't expect my father to carry the doll I played with when I was young.

May I ask all seniors, were there other immortal cultivators present when my father fell?”

The clan leaders of the Sun and Li family looked at each other, and then looked at Zhao Qingling at the same time. After all, Luo Hong and Yu Ruoxi were both guests of the Zhao family.

"Mulan, those two people did not harm your father, and they were both disciples of the Jingdan-stage monks. Don't take your anger on them."

Zhao Qingling doesn't want the newly promoted Qian family leader to die due to some unwise actions.

"Mulan is also a sensible person and will definitely not vent her anger on others. It's just about the death of her father. If you want to know, you have to try to be more detailed. Please ask the Zhao family leader to fulfill it."

Qian Mulan bowed her head and hid the trace of splendor in her eyes.

Who did my father give the jade slip?

Must be clear!

...

Near Shanyang City, thousands of miles away from the Jaimu Sect, there is a spiritual tea garden jointly run by several immortal cultivators.

This garden produces a kind of spiritual tea called "Qingxin", which can make the drinker calm and clear mind, and not expensive, and is very popular among the majority of immortal cultivators.

Today, new tea is being produced. Several deacons in the tea garden invited friends from their families to set up a few elegant seats in the tea-viewing pavilion to taste tea and chat, and they were so happy.

These people are quite old, and although their cultivation is around the twelve level of Qi Refining, they are senior managers in their respective families. In terms of power, they are three points higher than those of the Foundation Establishment Clan in the family who only know how to practice.

"Brother Huang, your family has been in good terms with the Yanyue Sect for generations. I wonder if there is a way to trade the Foundation Building Pill?"

"Did Brother Song receive any news? Otherwise, with the strength of your Song family, you shouldn't have been worried about a few foundation-building pills."

"Brother Huang, don't pretend to be confused because you understand. If you don't believe me, you don't know that the blood-colored forbidden area will be banned for 60 years!"

"There are all the Immortal Cultivation Family of Yue Kingdom who have a little strength, so my Huang family naturally knows this."

“Since that’s the case…”

"Since that's the case, Brother Song shouldn't have spoken this. You should know that in the next sixty years, the foundation-building pills in our Yue Kingdom's immortal cultivation world will be reduced by one!

Which immortal cultivation family who knows this news doesn’t want to prepare more for their own family? Even if I have a way, I will leave it for my own family.

Although our personal relationship is good, there is no way to do this. Please forgive me."

"Oh, I shouldn't make things difficult for Brother Huang. It's just that I'm just going to do the foundation-building pill, but I want to ask Brother Huang for help if I have another thing.

Now that youngest son is at the age of cultivating immortals, he also asked Brother Huang to help build a bridge so that the child can be lucky enough to join the Yanyue Sect."

"Haha, my brother has a good idea. A male cultivator can join the Yanyue Sect. A dual cultivator with excellent appearance and qualifications cannot escape. I, Huang, had this idea when I was young, but unfortunately I failed to get what I wished. Today I borrowed my nephew to fulfill my wish!"

"Thank you, Brother Huang, my youngest son is of average qualification. I don't ask him to build a foundation, but I just ask him to grow branches and leaves for the family and give birth to a few descendants with spiritual roots."

"Oh, my brother is so stupid. Since he has joined the Jade Yue Sect and has practiced the double cultivation technique, my nephew may not have no chance to build the foundation."

"Is it so powerful? I haven't tried dual cultivation yet. Although I didn't use the secret method of the Yinyue Sect, the effect difference should not be large, but I feel that it's just a little faster than normal practice."

"Haha, my brother is a female cultivator with the same cultivation level as his. If the other party is a foundation-building senior, that's very different!"

"Brother Huang turned out to be joking. I can only imagine such a dream thing."

"Haha, so I just said that I had a chance. My nephew is very handsome. What if I encounter this good thing!"

These two cultivators dressed in literati were very excited. After drinking a sip of spiritual tea, they were about to discuss the new "Moon-Shadowed Flower List".

Suddenly, a powerful magical aura came, followed by a very gentle voice:

"Can you two keep this place together for a moment?"

"Ah, it turns out that they are seniors from the Yanyue Sect! Brother Song and I will leave immediately! By the way, seniors, should you try some top-notch Qingxin Tea?"

When the scholar surnamed Huang saw the patterns on the man's robe, he knew the identity of the visitor. He immediately stood up respectfully and bowed, eager to please him.

"No need, I will leave immediately when I talk to each other."

The woman in white waved her back and bowed and said to the person behind her, "I feel helplessly:

"You kid, you haven't come down yet, are you that afraid of me?"
Chapter completed!