Longevity starts with learning

Chapter 665 The Soul of the Dragon

"This is……"

Chu Mu's pupils shrank, and his fingertips subconsciously stopped while sliding the treasure trove list.

Immediately, he raised his hand and pointed, a flash of fluorescence surged, and a lifelike projection also appeared.

I saw a dragon circling, its whole body red and scorching with flames. As it opened its mouth, scorching heat surged, the clouds and mist disappeared, and the air seemed to be distorted.

The image is lifelike, and the several lines of fonts above the image are also extremely clear.

Name: Fire attribute dragon soul.

Level: Third level perfect.

Merit: One hundred thousand.

Inventory: 1.

At this moment, with his scorching eyes fixed, Chu Mu's breathing seemed to be a little faster.

It's no wonder that every time the Changsheng Sect opens a mountain to recruit disciples, countless casual cultivators flock to it.

Sighing softly, Chu Mu looked a little sad.

Chu Mu looked fiercely at Yan Qiuling, his voice obviously urgent.

Each item is a huge expense.

Magical weapons, elixir resources...

Even if it can be barely guaranteed, it will basically only be a few broken spirits, and then it will be wasted day after day.

Just like a low-level casual cultivator, without any skills, it is difficult to even guarantee a stable channel to earn spiritual stones.

Many spiritual materials and objects that are rare for the outside world to see, and even for him, are quite troublesome to obtain, are also dazzling in this treasury of immortal merits, almost overwhelming.

And the direction he was heading towards seemed to be the "Meritor Peak" where the sect's Meritorious Hall was located.

He has been practicing as a casual cultivator for many years, so he naturally has a deep understanding of this.

"Go to the Hall of Merit quickly and redeem this treasure."

"The big sect... is well-deserved..."

"I will obey the true instructions."

Regardless of anything else, just this treasure house of merit is destined to be. As long as you wear the skin of the Changsheng Sect, your cultivation of immortality will be much smoother.

Yan Qiuling bowed in obeisance, and flew across the rippling purple clothes. Just like a ray of purple cloud passing across the sky, it disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Maybe after several years of busy work, it only costs one or two pills, and it is just the rent of a cave.

At this moment, when he looked at the true order in his hand, Chu Mu's eyes were obviously filled with Qi Yi.

For all casual cultivators, the most difficult thing is... the word "lack".

Even if you earn enough spiritual stones to satisfy your daily practice, it is obvious that for any immortal cultivator, daily practice will always be just a part of the journey to immortality.

This lack, in a situation where resource knowledge is highly monopolized, covers almost all aspects.

With the flick of the fingertips, one treasure after another appears on the treasure house list. Compared with the merit system of the Dingbei camp for casual cultivators outside the sect, the merit treasure house within the Changsheng Sect is both qualitative and The quantity is undoubtedly far beyond that.

In this world of cultivation, under the highly monopolized situation of resource knowledge, it is difficult to obtain resource knowledge, and there are even fewer channels to obtain resource knowledge.

Many things, whether it is knowledge or resources, cannot be purchased with enough spirit stones.

Even if he himself has become famous with the help of the alchemy weapon, he has long been able to get rid of the dilemma of the spirit stone, but many times, he still needs to search for it like a needle in a haystack to try his luck.

His channels for obtaining resources are also extremely scarce.

But judging from this treasure house of meritorious deeds, this plight of lack among casual cultivators obviously does not exist for the disciples of the Changsheng Sect.

The only thing they need to do...is...get merit.

The price of all this is just being involuntarily driven by others and working for others...

The price may seem unacceptable, but if you look into its essence, it is just a matter of opinion. Even though he has never liked restraint, in recent years, he has often been driven by interests.

Just like the wars in the world of immortality over the years, even if they continue to this day, there are still batches of casual cultivators rushing to various war-torn places like moths to a flame. They are driven by all parties with negligible interests, but they still have delusions. Fight for opportunities with your life.

The only difference between the two is that the disciples of the Zongmen family are driven to work hard and are forced to do so. At the same time, they are also protected by the order of the Zongmen family and related interests.

The casual cultivators are driven to work hard, and while they are less coercive, they also have no guarantees. They are basically destined to be cannon fodder.

In comparison, the seemingly unacceptable price is obviously not unacceptable, just like him now...

Chu Mu raised his hand and wiped it, and a pure white scroll hung in his palm. With his fingertips, the scroll slowly spread out, and lines of fonts appeared on the scroll visible to the naked eye.

The font is only three lines and a few sentences, but it also constitutes a contract.

A contract belongs to the fourth level, which means that even the fourth level Nascent Soul will be bound by this contract.

The content of the contract only records the obligations of the disciples of the Changsheng Sect, such as unconditionally obeying the sect's dispatches when necessary, and not betraying some basic restrictions of the sect.

After pondering for a while, Chu Mu slowly started writing and imprinted his real name on the contract.

When the last stroke of the pen came down, this bond of soul flickered with a burst of ripples, and the scroll turned into two white fluorescent lights, and a ray of light soared into the sky and disappeared into the sky.

Another ray of light went straight into Chu Mu's sea of ​​consciousness. Following the imprint of the contract, a sense of restraint came to his heart almost immediately.

At this moment, after months of entanglement, he finally came to a decision. Chu Mu seemed to be relieved. After taking a long breath, Yan Qiuling hurried back.

"True inheritance."

Yan Qiuling bowed and presented a palm-sized red jade box.

Chu Mu rolled up his sleeves. When the red jade box was suspended, he raised his finger and the jade box was opened.

The dragon soul in the box was red and flames were lingering. Chains imprisoned the limbs of the dragon soul. The dragon soul struggled and roared, but it could not escape the restraints at all.

"Kowloon Prison...there are still eight steps to go..."

Chu Mu pursed his lips, and the original excitement slowly dissipated.

The core of Jiulong Prison Suppression lies in the True Fire of the Sun, but it also lies in Jiulong.

"That's all, everything is difficult at the beginning..."

Putting the jade box away, Chu Mu let out a breath, turned his eyes, and then fixed on a palace at the front of the flying boat. I saw a flash of sword light flying past, and the sharp edge suddenly appeared, and it was already very close to him.

When the sword light dissipated, a man in a pure white gown suddenly appeared beside Chu Mu.

"Senior brother."

Xu Changqing cupped his hands and clasped his fists.

"Senior brother, Changqing has reported to the sect what he needs, and the sect has approved it."

"Senior brother, come with Changqing."

The two looked at each other, and Xu Changqing raised his hand to lead.

Chu Mu's eyes moved slightly, and then he looked at the Immortal Mountain in front of him, and some fluctuations were clearly visible in his eyes.

Immediately, the two people soared into the sky, with a pure white sword light in front and a red sword light behind. One after the other, they flew and circled among the mountains. It only took a quarter of an hour to overlook the scenery of immortality. Before long, the two of them made one of the peaks fall from the sky.

"Brother, we're here."

The two stopped in front of a main hall, and Xu Changqing spoke up.

Chu Mu raised his head and looked at the palace in front of him. The palace was not grand, it was just an ordinary stone building. It was a solitary stone palace, but it was also the only building on Xinghuo Peak, one of the ninety-nine peaks.

But behind this ordinary stone palace is a secret realm of immortality that is no less vast than the secret realm of East Lake...

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(End of this chapter)