I am cultivating immortals in mortal science

Chapter 730 False Infiltration

The silvery inscription on the second Kunpeng feather was easier to comprehend, but only [-]% to [-]% were analyzed, and Luo Hong sensed the breath of Lei Fa.

Obviously, if Luo Hong didn't find Luo Hu for You Tian Kunpeng within the time limit, this feather would be triggered, and the Kunpeng True Thunder contained in it would be enough to wipe out Luo Hong in ashes.

When it came to the third feather, Luo Hong had just comprehended it for a moment, then showed a look of surprise, then frowned and said to herself:

"Myriad Worlds Swallowing Yuan Gong? What do you mean? Could this be my reward after completing the mission?"

Luo Hong thought for a while, and felt that he should not be too arbitrary, but how could he turn a blind eye to this great gift right in front of him.

After gritting his teeth for a moment, he stretched out his hand to grab the cup of Enlightenment Tea, and drank it without saying a word.

Immediately, as if the fresh air had been empowered, Luo Hong's primordial spirit fluctuated at a high speed as if trembling. When he looked at the silver inscription on the third feather, he couldn't help feeling a sudden enlightenment.

The original comprehension speed, which was like a turtle crawling, has increased dozens of times in an instant.

Such a wonderful state of sympathizing with the heaven and the earth all the time and gaining insights immediately made Luo Hong immersed in it, completely oblivious to the years in the mansion.

Time flies by like a fleeting moment, since Luo Hong announced the retreat, the outside world has hurriedly passed eight years.

In the past eight years, Wan Jianmen has been growing at an extremely fast speed every moment.

With the help of Luo Hong's prestige, Shuangqin Mountain has a radius of thousands of miles, and it has become the direct sphere of influence of Wanjianmen.

The original cultivating families in this area, except for a few who moved out voluntarily, have been retained in the form of Wanjianmen's subsidiary forces.

These immortal cultivating families have to pay a sum of spirit stones and prescribed offerings every year, and a part of the young children who are suitable for cultivation in the family must also be separated, waiting for the upcoming ten-year period, and worshiping as disciples in Wanjianmen.

It can be said that Luo Hong completely copied the previous model of the immortal cultivating world of the Yue Kingdom, and asked half of the cultivating families in Guangnan Prefecture to provide nourishment for Wan Jianmen.

And what these cultivating families gained was absolute order and security. At least until Luo Hong's reputation faded, no monk dared to attack Wan Jianmen's disciples and affiliated families.

But even so, Wanjianmen is still very weak. Although there are many outstanding talents among the Qi refining disciples, and many of them even bear the name of geniuses, they can't be seen in terms of high-level monks.

At this time, a few Nascent Soul cultivators came here at random, as long as they could break through the Wanjian formation that Luo Hong didn't spend much thought on, they could easily wipe out Wanjianmen.

Therefore, the past eight years for Zi Ling have been quite difficult, almost like walking on thin ice. After all, there is only so much meat in Guangnan Mansion. If Wan Jianmen eats more, the rest of the Xiuxian family will eat less.

Even with the support of Luo Hong's prestige, if the persecution is too strong, she is not alone and cannot find connections to use.

Zi Ling is constantly weighing expansion or stability maintenance every day. If her mother is not the head of the Miaoyin sect, she has been familiar with it since she was a child, and she would really not be able to do this job well.

After dealing with a lot of sect affairs, the exhausted Zi Ling waved Wang Hu away from the hall.

Seeing the swaying look of this burly man who turned his head three times, Zi Ling couldn't help but feel a little headache at the same time that he was exhausted.

Although she has covered her true face with the mysterious method of Miaoyinmen, the unreasonable method is still charming the creatures around her all the time, and it is not under her control.

Even though Wang Hu is an alchemy cultivator of the same realm, after many years, his heart has already been pinned on the head teacher Zi Ling who is obviously ordinary in appearance.

"I can't stay anymore, I have to leave after ten years!"

Ziling doesn't like the wandering life either, but she has neither the cultivation level to live in seclusion nor the ability to control her natural beauty, so she can only move to the cave every once in a while.

Otherwise, if there are more monks affected by the natural beauty, she will inevitably be involved in the storm.

Getting up and walking, Zi Ling walked into a small teleportation array behind the screen while thinking about where to go after leaving Wanjian Gate.

With a flash of inspiration, Zi Ling's figure appeared in a luxurious house.

This is the residence built by her head teacher "using power for personal gain". Due to the use of many precious spiritual materials, the concentration of spiritual energy is three or four times higher than that of the outside world. It is an excellent place for cultivation.

Looking at the huge cold jade bed in the room, Zi Ling couldn't help but twitched a sly smile.

Hehe, brother Luo is such a cool shopkeeper, it's not too much for me to take advantage of him.

Just when Zi Ling was about to start her daily practice, she suddenly caught sight of a strange figure out of the corner of her eye. She froze at first, and then immediately reached out to grab the jade plaque at her waist.

"That's good, the poor monk doesn't want to kill karma in vain, so please don't get excited."

With the sound of a male voice, Zi Ling's mind suddenly became quiet, as if she forgot to grab the jade token at her waist, her arms froze in mid-air, and her eyes became confused.

Fortunately, this strange state only lasted for a breath, and after a breath, Zi Ling's eyes became lively again, but he didn't dare to act rashly again.

Hao turned his head and looked at the strange figure in the room.

I saw that this person was a middle-aged man, wearing a purple-gold cassock, with no hair growing on his head, and holding a magic wand in his hand, looking at Zi Ling seriously.

"Buddhist cultivator?"

After seeing the appearance of the infiltrator, Zi Ling immediately whispered in doubt, and then asked with a big frown:

"Who are you? I, Wan Jianmen, don't have the slightest communication with Buddhism, but Master has misunderstood something?"

When the divine consciousness swept over the opponent, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no feedback, Zi Ling knew that the opponent was a great supernatural being whose cultivation base was much higher than hers, and she just wanted to delay time and find a chance of survival.

As for the so-called misunderstanding, she knew that it was impossible.

"The poor monk didn't come here for the sect's business. He just wanted to ask the benefactor. You know the whereabouts of the benefactor. The poor monk has something important to find him."

Although there was no hostility in the middle-aged monk's words, his face still had an extremely serious expression, without the compassion of a monk, which made Zi Ling feel chilly.

"The Great Elder of our sect is retreating in the mountains. If this senior wants to pay a visit, he can hand over the greeting card or pass the letter with the flying sword immediately, why bother to do such a rude thing!"

Zi Ling tried angrily and yelled bad luck.

She completely understood now that she was protecting Luo Hong from disaster.

"Purple Spirit benefactor, don't deceive the poor monk. In the past three years, the poor monk has searched every inch of Shuangqin Mountain with his spiritual sense, and there is no trace of Luo benefactor at all.

Even if Master Luo is really in retreat, he is definitely not in Shuangqin Mountain! "

After all, the middle-aged monk looked at Zi Ling unchanged for a moment, and then suddenly sighed:
"Forget it, there is no room for mercy in the matter of the teacher's sect, the benefactor of Ziling, please forgive the poor monk for offending me!"

(End of this chapter)