What is in the jade bottle is none other than one of the fourth-grade elixirs, the Concentrating Pill, which is suitable for people in the late stage of leaving the body, so that they can smoothly break through the out-of-body stage and reach the distraction stage.
One's own erratic mental power extends outside the body to conduct extremely precise detection, which is a good skill for perceiving foreign objects.
This kind of elixir is the most suitable elixir for Qinghong, but each fourth-grade elixir requires as much wealth as his entire sect, and there are six concentration elixirs in the jade bottle in his hand.
, how can he not be worried or afraid? Dare to steal something as important as the leader of Linghua Sect, that is a serious crime!
"Don't worry, father. These are all my own and have nothing to do with the master. Just accept them with confidence." Qing Ling quickly comforted her. Seeing her father's sad face, if she didn't give him an explanation, she wouldn't be worried to death!
"Ah?" Qinghong's expression returned to normal in an instant, but he looked at his daughter carefully and thoroughly. Does she... look like a person with a lot of treasures? Forget it, accept the elixir first, and let his wife get it when he returns.
Go to Linghuamen to confirm that if these pills are not stolen, then...he will have hope for his distracted cultivation.
The father and daughter walked side by side on Xianyuan Mountain. Facing many cultivators, some even looked at them, and then started whispering.
Qing Ling smiled slightly. It seemed that the news that she had just generously sent pills had an effect. As more and more cultivators looked at her, she raised her head higher and higher. Even
Qinghong and his sister Qingying beside me both felt very proud.
The top of Xianyuan Mountain is round in shape and has a large area. After walking for a long time, we arrived at the reception hall. All cultivators who come here must come here, and then follow the disciples of Xianyuan Mountain in the hall to various places.
Go to the sect’s residential courtyard.
Qing Ling and others were no exception. They came to the welcoming hall where everyone gathered. They took out the tokens of their sects as proof. They were assigned residences and went with a disciple from Xianyuan Mountain.
They arranged a residence for them, a small courtyard house, which was relatively clean, but it seemed a bit shabby for them to live here.
Qing Ling was a little unhappy: "We in Qingyu Mountain are a second-rate sect, and this is the only place we live in?"
The disciples from Xianyuan Mountain who received him obviously did not expect that the people he guided would express their dissatisfaction with their residence. He was slightly startled and then explained: "The reception desk of our mansion in Xianyuan Mountain only receives cultivators from first-class sects.
Furthermore, because the area is relatively large, the area of the second-rate and third-rate sects is very small.”
"So that's it, your Fairy Mountain is really powerful." Qing Ling sneered, her tone full of disdain. Ten years ago at the Cultivation Conference, the father and daughter were despised once on Fairy Mountain. Could it be that this
Want to be despised for the first time? No! Absolutely not, she can't let her father and sister lose their face.
"You...you dare to say that to our Xianyuan Mountain! You are just a small second-rate sect!" The disciples from Xianyuan Mountain who were being led by him became angry when Qing Ling made rude remarks.
"You will know later whether you are not qualified or not." Qing Ling said lightly to the disciples of Xianyuan Mountain, turned around and said to her father and sister: "Father, you wait for me here for a while, I will be back later.
I’ll take you to a better place to stay temporarily.”
When Qinghong saw this scene, he knew that his daughter was angry and wanted to cause trouble. However, it was not a wise idea to cause trouble in Xianyuan Mountain, the second largest sect in the world of cultivation.
"Daughter, forget it, it's good for us to live here." My daughter is able to defy power, but I bow to power, but there is nothing I can do about it. In the world of cultivation, there are no masters in the sect, so the status is natural
under.
Qingling did not agree with Qinghong's bowing his head: "Father, wait for me here. Trust me, everything will be fine."
After saying that, Qing Ling glanced at the Xianyuan Mountain disciple who had brought them to this small courtyard, "I'm going to your reception hall and ask for relocation." After saying that, she took the lead and walked out of the courtyard.
"You...you wait, you will definitely be punished by the elders!" The lead disciple ran out after Qing Ling.
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In the reception hall, as soon as Qing Ling walked into the door, the reception disciple who was following him also ran in quickly, and then shouted: "Elder Sun, Qingyu Mountain, they Qingyu Mountain are not satisfied with the residence we have arranged, and want to
Change places!" He deliberately shouted loudly, which immediately caused everyone in the hall to look sideways at Qing Ling.
"What!" An old man in his fifties stood up from the center of the hall, his eyes fell on Qing Ling and looked again and again, "Are you a disciple of Qingyu Mountain? What kind of sect does our Xianyuan Mountain follow the rules of the past?
No matter where you live, it's impossible to change your residence." After he finished speaking, he sat down and didn't plan to say anything to Qing Ling.
There were a lot of discussions in the hall, most of them just looking at the joke. They were waiting for Xianyuan Mountain to use the majesty of the big sect to suppress me, a disciple of a second-rate sect.
Qing Ling smiled slightly, "Of course I know this, but this time I asked to change residence, I want to use the identity of Linghuamen." As she said that, she took out Master Lingqin from her space ring and said it before she left.
The token handed to her in front of her was raised high and displayed for everyone to see.
"Linghua Gate?" The old man frowned and carefully observed the carved token in Qingling's hand. Upon closer inspection, he was slightly surprised to find that one of the three identity tokens from the Linghua Gate fell on this one.
In the hands of a fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old girl, her identity was instantly known. She must be the rumored most beloved direct disciple of Lingqin, the head of Linghua Sect.
Thinking of this, his eyebrows widened and his tone became kinder: "Since you are from Linghuamen, let's take him to the mansion of Linghuamen." He looked sideways at the people around him.
A disciple said, "Xuan Ting, take this girl to the house at Linghua Gate, and remember to treat her well."
"Yes, master."
Qing Ling then smiled, put away the token, glanced at the stunned cultivators from various sects in the entire hall, and walked out with her head held high.