"This... Uncle Fourteen is the one who makes his own decisions. Ping'er, can you take your identity token with you?"

Chen Guanhai looked embarrassed and looked at Chen Ping with a hint of pleading in his eyes.

Chen Ping nodded, took out the token from his storage bag, cut his finger and forced a drop of blood to fall on the token.

"嗗"

"嗗"

After absorbing the blood, the token began to shake violently.

Then circles of red light spread out like water waves.

The Chen Jiayu tablet was specially made by the family's weapon refiner and is a medium-grade magical weapon.

Embedded with the first-level magic array "Blending Blood and Merging Meridians", non-descendants of the Chen family cannot trigger visions.

Chen Ping is just a soul-snatcher, and his bloodline is still the orthodoxy of the Chen family, so he is not afraid of the detection of the Blood Fusion Meridian Array at all.

"Why don't you get out of here?"

Chen Ping's tone was calm, but he revealed a hint of impatience.

This kind of Qi-training monk from a small family could kill a whole group of people with just a finger in his previous life.

Now this person actually dares to make things difficult for him. He really doesn’t know whether to live or die!

"Tell me to go away?"

A wave of malice welled up in Chen Xun's heart.

He couldn't figure out where Chen Ping got the confidence to do it, why didn't he even do superficial things?

"good very good!"

Chen Xun laughed angrily, pointed at Chen Ping and shouted: "Two years from now there will be a competition for the continuation of the direct lineage. By then, I want to see if you can still be as rampant as you were just now!"

The Chen family has been established for more than six hundred years, and has produced more than twenty foundation-building monks.

According to the clan rules established by the ancestors of the Kai clan, whenever a clan member breaks through to build the foundation, the branch to which he belongs can be immediately promoted to a direct descendant.

Even if the foundation-building master of this lineage dies, the status of the direct lineage can last for twenty generations, which is about two hundred years.

But after twenty generations, if no new foundation-building monks are born, they must win the first place in the competition in order to continue the name of the direct lineage for hundreds of years.

The loser will directly fall into the side line.

In this generation, there are three direct lineages that need to participate in the status competition.

Among them are the branches to which Chen Ping and Chen Xun belong.

"Originally, if your father had not died and participated in the competition with an eighth-level Qi training level, he still had some hope of winning the first place."

"But now that his body is gone, how can you and your worthless second uncle's family compete with me for the position of direct descendant?"

Chen Xun laughed wildly and recklessly.

Chen Guanhai on the other side frowned slightly, Chen Xun was going too far.

After all, everyone is of the same race, so insulting his elders like this will probably make Chen Ping furious.

If you really want to take action in Crescent Valley, it will violate the clan rules.

Thinking of this, Chen Guanhai was about to open his mouth to mediate, but saw Chen Ping suddenly smile, and Gu Jing passed through the magic circle without any waves and disappeared from sight.

"Um?"

Chen Xun's expression was startled, and his eyelids twitched fiercely.

He originally planned to anger Chen Ping, force him to hurt others, and then accuse him of harming his own clan.

Unexpectedly, this guy actually endured it without even the slightest change in his expression.

"It doesn't matter, just wait for two years! I will definitely knock you off the clouds with my own hands then!"

Chen Xun smiled evilly, as if he had seen the desperate scene of Chen Ping being defeated two years later and being dismissed by the clan leader, and felt extremely happy.

At noon.

The sky above Crescent Valley is clear and clear.

The scorching sun filled the valley, and a winding stream flowed down from the top of the slope, like a silver ribbon.

Don't look at the beautiful scenery of the Immortal Family in the Crescent Valley.

But when it comes to the purity of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth here, it is not as pure as Yuxuan Cave.

The reason for this will become clear if you think about it a moment.

Although there is a genuine second-level spiritual vein buried underground in Haichang City.

But there are currently at least seven or eight foundation-building monks in the city.

Most of the spiritual energy was led to the retreat.

Looking at the vast Haichang City, except for a few blessed places, the rest of the area is not as good as the Yuxuan Cave where two first-order spiritual veins converge.

This was also the key factor that led Chen Xun and him to compete for the position of guarding Lantian Town.

"The direct lineage's title will be extended to the Great Competition?"

Thinking of the fierce look of that little guy showing his teeth and claws, Chen Ping couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth in a joking manner.

For just a foundation-building family, there are still a lot of red tape.

But he will definitely participate in the competition two years later.

Since you plan to relive this life as Chen Ping, you can't deviate too much from the original owner's trajectory.

Otherwise it will be easy for people to see the flaws.

He has nothing to worry about since his direct lineage continues from Dabi.

According to his understanding, those with the highest cultivation levels of the other two meridians are only at the eighth level of Qi training.

To say something about chickens and dogs is a bit flattering.

All he has to do is wait for that day to come and find an opportunity to destroy Chen Xun who offended him.

To the south of Crescent Valley, stands an exquisite and gorgeous attic.

The word "Gold and Jade" is written on the plaque hanging in the sky.

The Jinyu Pavilion is divided into upper and lower floors and is the property of the Tu family.

Mainly sells various magic weapons and purchases low-level weapon refining materials.

The Tu family is famous on Haichang Island for their superb weapon refining skills.

Every year, casual cultivators from outer islands and even monks from other small forces in the nearby sea come here to buy magic weapons.

The Tu family has followed the Chen family for more than three hundred years.

The contemporary clan leader Tu Zhenxi is a master in the middle stage of foundation building. He is also a weapon refiner and can refine high-grade spiritual weapons.

Therefore, he is highly regarded by Chen Xiangwen, the elder of the Chen family.

The Tu family's status and industry in Haichang City are second only to the Chen family.

It can be seen from this that eight of the thirty-three stores in Crescent Valley are under his name.

When Chen Ping stepped into the Jinyu Pavilion, he was immediately greeted by a man in green clothes who looked like an attendant. He said with a smile on his face: "What does this immortal want to see? Do you want me to help introduce it?"

This attendant is a mortal with the surname Tu. He works in Jinyu Pavilion and can receive a low-grade spiritual stone every year.

Exchanged for gold and silver, it would be enough for him to spend extravagantly in the mortal world.

"The best magical weapon, preferably a spiritual sword."

Chen Ping got straight to the point and said.

"Immortal, please follow me to the second floor, which is where we receive distinguished guests."

The attendant in green clothes was startled for a moment when he heard this, and then his eyes widened. As he led Chen Ping upstairs, he explained: "The best magic weapon is very valuable and has always been personally kept by the immortal master of this pavilion."

The furnishings upstairs are very different from those on the first floor.

Not only is the area much smaller, but some antique tables and chairs are also placed in the free space.

In the corner of the room stands a three-ding incense burner.

There is a bunch of incense burning slowly in the furnace, and the smell of it makes people feel refreshed.

When they reached the second floor, the attendant in green clothes quietly stepped back.

Beside the open window, a well-dressed and gentle middle-aged man saw Chen Ping coming up. He calmly put down the tea cup in his hand, cupped his hands towards him, and said with a smile: "It turns out that Taoist friend Chen Ping is here. I haven't come downstairs yet."

It's really disrespectful to welcome you from afar, so please don't take it to heart, fellow Taoist."

This person did not deliberately hide his spiritual power. After a little exploration, Chen Ping knew his realm.

"You are so polite, Fellow Daoist Tu. I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist, whom I haven't seen for many years, is already at the peak of the ninth level of Qi training. I think that soon Chen will change his name and call you Senior!"

Chen Ping also clasped his fists in return, as if the two of them had interacted before.

Actually not bad.

The middle-aged man in front of me is named Tu Xuanxiu, and he has a very tough background.

He is the grandson of Tu Zhenxi, the only foundation-building monk in the Tu family.

Tu Zhenxi was amazingly talented. He broke through the foundation building before he was even fifty, and he also made great achievements in the art of weapon refining.

There are rumors from the outside world that if Tu Zhenxi had not been distracted by refining weapons, Tu Zhenxi would have reached the late stage of foundation building long ago.

It is said that a tiger father has no dog sons.

But Tu Zhenxi had three sons and two daughters in a row, and only the youngest son and the eldest daughter had spiritual roots, which were the lowest and low-grade spiritual roots.

Fortunately, his youngest son was very lucky. After accidentally falling in love with a mortal woman, he actually gave birth to a baby boy with high-grade spiritual roots.

Tu Zhenxi was so relieved that he personally named the baby boy "Xuanxiu" and took him with him to cultivate him since he was a child.

Most of the monks in Haichang City knew that Tu Xuanxiu must be the next head of the Tu family.

More than ten years ago, Chen Yiru, the fourth elder of the current family, was promoted to the foundation. The Chen family invited her colleagues and held a grand banquet on her behalf.

At the banquet, Chen Ping, who was only twelve years old, followed his father and had a photo with Tu Xuanxiu, but they never met again.

Practitioners who have enlightened their souls and cultivated their spiritual consciousness have the ability to have photographic memory and ten lines at a glance.

Even if I only see him once, I will never forget him in just ten or twenty years.

"Where is it, how difficult it is to build a foundation!"

"Actually, to be honest with fellow Taoists, Tu broke into a foundation-building bottleneck a few months ago, but in the end he failed miserably."

"My grandfather sent me to Jinyu Pavilion to recuperate because my vitality was damaged, and to train my mind. As for the next attack on foundation building, I don't know when it will be!"

Tu Xuanxiu said slowly while shaking his head bitterly.

When Chen Ping heard this, he also sighed with regret, and then asked doubtfully: "Didn't Fellow Taoist Tu swallow the Foundation Establishment Pill?"

Tu Xuanxiu has a high-grade spiritual root, and he is nearly 60% sure of attacking the building foundation.

Besides, given his prominent status, the Tu family should prepare a Foundation-Building Pill for him even if they try to sell it!

Even the lowest level one can only increase the chance of a pattern-building elixir by 30%, and coupled with his own talent, he has a full 90% success rate!

This is like the realm of foundation-building when searching for objects. Tu Xuanxiu actually collapsed and sank into the sand. Could there be some twists and turns in it?

"Why!"

As expected, Tu Xuanxiu's face darkened and he gritted his teeth and said, "It turned out that my family bought a Foundation Establishment Pill for me."

"But on the way back to the island, the family team was suddenly ambushed by a strange late-stage foundation-building monk."

"Including the Thirteenth Uncle, the Fifteenth Uncle and several other members of my clan have all died!"

"My grandfather is no match for that man. At the critical moment, he can only choose to throw away the Foundation Establishment Pill to lure away the thief."

"A mere foundation-building pill has wiped out the family's surplus for decades. I cannot accept my clan members selling off their ancestral property for me, so I can only take risks to attack the foundation-building pill. Who would have thought that I would not be able to succeed due to lack of luck."

After learning the whole story, Chen Ping suddenly understood and casually said with relief: "Fellow Taoist Tu is only forty years old. He has at least one chance to break through the ranks before his death. Chen believes that man can conquer nature."

The deadline he mentioned refers to the latest age at which one can break through the foundation of Qi training, which is sixty years old.

After passing this dividing line, the probability of successful foundation building will drop off a cliff.

Even heavenly spiritual roots are not immune. This is the restraint of the laws of heaven and earth on the human race, and it is difficult for true immortals to break it.

In this way, the importance of spiritual root quality is fully demonstrated.

At the speed of cultivation of lower-grade spiritual roots, without sufficient resources to assist, one would be sixty or seventy years old after cultivating to the ninth level of Qi training, and would have missed the deadline long ago.

As for middle-grade spiritual roots, they can generally reach the peak of Qi training before they are sixty, and have a chance to hit the foundation-building realm.

There will be more opportunities for high-grade spiritual roots and low-grade spiritual roots.

As for the owners of Tianpin spiritual roots, there was no concept of bottleneck before Jindan.

In this vast world, 90% of the monks have low-grade spiritual roots.

The remaining 10% are almost middle-grade spiritual roots.

One of the best spiritual roots comes out of a thousand.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the earthly spiritual root and the heavenly spiritual root are thousands of miles away, and it is not an exaggeration to pick one out of a hundred thousand.

Without the golden elixir, the mainstay of the cultivation forces dominated by the powerful Nascent Soul is the middle-grade spiritual roots.
Chapter completed!