Chapter 1215 Cheng Ye invites
More than half a month later, the fog gathered again on Tianmang Mountain.
The monks who entered the ancient tomb came out one after another, but some stayed inside forever.
At this time, in a wing room of the Nie family, Mrs. Zheng looked a little gloomy.
"Have you found out the relationship between that boy and Master Cheng?"
After a long time, she asked the old man surnamed Wu beside her.
"To answer your question, Madam, I have been investigating this matter for half a month, but Lingmiao Pavilion is heavily guarded, and I can't go deep into it, and I have no clue for a while." The old man surnamed Wu pondered for a while and said.
Madam Zheng was silent.
Seeing this, the old man was startled and said hurriedly: "Madam, don't worry, I will continue to investigate, but I have heard some news about that boy."
"Speak."
Madam Zheng spoke lightly.
The old man surnamed Wu's eyes flashed with a dark light, and said: "Half a month ago, the ancient tomb of Tianmang Mountain appeared in the world, and most of the Qi-refining monks in the city entered it, and that boy also went with it."
"Oh?"
Madam Zheng's eyebrows moved slightly.
Seeing this, the old man surnamed Wu hurriedly said: "But the boy did not die in the ancient tomb, but returned safely."
"A waste of the third level of Qi Refining actually survived in the ancient tomb?" Mrs. Zheng was surprised, her eyes suddenly cold.
"Yes." The old man surnamed Wu said: "According to the information obtained by my subordinates, Master Cheng seems to have given him the innate spiritual treasure Qinghuang Sword. It is probably because of this treasure that he was able to save his life in the ancient tomb."
Mrs. Zheng frowned slightly.
After looking at the old man surnamed Wu for a long time, she shook her head slightly and said gloomily: "I'm afraid it's not that simple."
The old man surnamed Wu was a little surprised when he heard it.
Madam Zheng tapped the tea table lightly with her jade finger and said, "I have heard a little about the dangers of this ancient tomb. Even if he has an innate spiritual treasure, how dare this kid, who is only at the third level of Qi Refining, break in easily? He must have some confidence to do so."
"But I have observed for many days that this kid is indeed only at the third level of Qi Refining. If he has other experts guarding him, he will never be able to enter under the restrictions of the ancient tomb."
"Could it be that he has other means?"
The old man surnamed Wu asked in confusion.
Madam Zheng fell silent again.
She couldn't figure this out either.
After a moment of silence, she stood up and said in a faint voice, "The guards around that kid are not even Zhou Yuntian's opponents. He must be a very powerful person. Maybe he gave him some powerful treasures to let him come back alive in the ancient tomb."
After a pause, she looked at the old man, "Keep keeping an eye on him during this period, and don't miss any details."
"Yes! I understand!"
The old man surnamed Wu replied in a deep voice.
As he spoke, he thought of something, and then said: "By the way, it has been half a month since the eldest lady came out of the ancient tomb, but she has not left the house during this period. The Qi family..."
"Are you talking about that waste Qi Mubai?"
Mrs. Zheng snorted coldly.
The old man surnamed Wu lowered his head and dared not say more.
"It's time for me to go to the Qi family. I have created opportunities for Qi Mubai several times, but he has not been able to capture Nie Xin. He is really a waste. It's time for me to put some pressure on him, otherwise there are many candidates in the Qi family."
Mrs. Zheng sneered faintly.
"Madam, are you talking about Qi Mubai's eldest brother, Qi Fei?" The old man surnamed Wu heard the hidden meaning of Mrs. Zheng's words and couldn't help guessing.
"That's right."
"Qi Fei is better than Qi Mubai in terms of talent and cultivation, and he is also more powerful than him in the Qi family. I thought that Qi Mubai's scheming might have a great chance to overthrow Qi Fei, but it's a pity that he can't even do this little thing. How can I count on him?"
Mrs. Zheng smiled coldly.
"But this is just a warning to Qi Mubai, to let him know that we can choose someone else besides him. After all, compared to Qi Fei's arrogance, Qi Mubai is easier to control."
After hearing this, the old man surnamed Wu nodded in agreement.
With a flicker of expression, he said, "Madam, the head of the family should be coming out of retreat soon, right?"
Mrs. Zheng paused.
She glanced out the window, looking at a certain direction of the Nie family, and there was a faint sense of solemnity coming from there.
After a moment, Mrs. Zheng nodded and said, "According to the time, the head of the family has indeed been in retreat for quite a while. Recently, the aura of Tianyuan Zhengang has become stronger. It seems that he will come out of retreat within a few months."
The old man surnamed Wu pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but Mrs. Zheng waved her hand to interrupt him: "You don't need to care about the family affairs. You just need to find out the details of that boy surnamed Ye."
Hearing this, the old man surnamed Wu had to bow his hands and retreat respectfully.
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"The Tiancheng Thunderwood is indeed an excellent spiritual object for exorcising evil spirits and warding off evil. It's a pity that I haven't cultivated the foundation of Taoism yet and can't condense the Three Flavors True Fire. Otherwise, I can start to refine this wood into a flying sword."
"But even if this wood has special properties, a single piece cannot be used to refine a complete set of the Great Thousand Sword Formation. I don't know if it can grow more if it is ripened with a spirit spoon?"
In the courtyard, Ye Chunyang sat cross-legged, holding the Tiancheng Thunderwood in his hand and muttering softly.
Before ascending, he relied on a set of the Great Thousand Sword Formation to roam the human world, and his power was countless times stronger than the Seven Star Sword Formation.
At that time, his natal flying sword was only refined with the Heavenly Fire Wood that restrained the demonic energy. Now with this Tiancheng Thunderwood in hand, he is confident that he can raise the power of the Great Thousand Sword Formation to a higher level.
The only regret is that there is only one piece of this Tiancheng Thunderwood, and the Great Thousand Sword Formation requires eighty natal flying swords to be deployed. This wood is enough to refine two or three at most, which is far from the whole set of sword formations.
After contemplating for a while, Ye Chunyang's spiritual thoughts stirred in the jade gourd, and the spiritual spoon flew out.
He planted the Tiancheng thunder tree and cultivated it according to the past practice of ripening spiritual grass.
To his delight, when the spiritual water transformed by the spiritual spoon was poured onto the Tiancheng thunderwood, a bud immediately grew.
And after the buds grew, traces of pure thunder and lightning power filled the air, and the whole room was filled with a pure aura, suppressing any yin energy.
There are lives and deaths every day in this world, so where there is spiritual energy there is also yin energy, it is just a matter of more or less. But with the growth of Tiancheng Thunderwood, the Yin Qi here was immediately dissipated like a natural enemy.
Originally, I just had the mentality of giving it a try, but I didn't expect that Tiancheng Thunderwood could actually accelerate ripening, and Ye Chunyang couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.
But he quickly calmed down and pointed the jade gourd at Tiancheng Leimu, which immediately turned into a stream of light and was absorbed into it.
"Tiancheng Thunderwood contains the power of spring thunder, which is very easy for people to perceive. Fortunately, my jade gourd has its own space. When I was in the human world, I had already opened a spiritual field in it. It is not a problem to temporarily cultivate Tiancheng Thunderwood in it. ”
Ye Chunyang thought to himself.
Now that Tiancheng Lemu has shown signs of growth, all that needs to be done is to ripen it on time.
And Ye Chunyang is not in a hurry at this time. Whether refining elixirs or refining weapons, Three Flavors of True Fire is the most suitable.
However, he cannot use spiritual energy to display magical powers before he has cultivated the Tao Foundation, and it is impossible to condense the three-flavored true fire with some low-level spells. Therefore, in addition to cultivating Tiancheng Thunderwood, what he needs more is to improve his cultivation.
At this time, he remembered something and pressed the Qiankun bag, and a black light appeared.
The next moment, a black ink-colored bead the size of a thumb appeared in his palm.
As soon as the bead appeared, the surrounding air dropped by three points, and the cries of fierce ghosts could be faintly heard in the ears, as if the whole room had turned into an Asura hell.
It was the Soul-Capturing Pearl that Ye Chunyang obtained from the Ghost Soul Beast.
"This is a good treasure. With this thing, I can also master the art of controlling ghosts before I cultivate the Dao Foundation, and my strength will be even greater."
Saying that, Ye Chunyang used his spiritual thoughts to set his own consciousness mark in the soul-capturing bead, and used it to sacrifice the remaining soul of the ghost beast in it.
Soon, this soul-capturing bead created a sense of spiritual connection with him.
In some respects, this soul-stirring bead is even better than the Qinghuang Sword that Cheng Ye gave him, and even compared to the Falling Star Ring that Gu Qian activated with the help of the magic circle that day.
However, magic weapons are auxiliary objects after all. No matter how powerful the treasure is, it depends on who is in the hands of it. The power it can exert is also inseparable from the realm of the caster.
Although he lost his magic power due to crossing the realm, Ye Chunyang is a great monk in the realm of transforming into gods. He can use this bead to its fullest extent just by stimulating it with his divine thoughts.
"Young Master Ye, my servant Cuizhu is here to report something."
At this moment, a crisp voice sounded outside the door.
Ye Chunyang put away the soul-capturing beads and the magic circle in the room, and said lightly: "Come in."
A young girl pushed open the door and entered. It was the maid sent by Mrs. Zheng to monitor Ye Chunyang.
When she walked into the room, she looked at Ye Chunyang with her peripheral vision, looking a little strange.
"What's the matter?" Ye Chunyang asked indifferently.
"In reply to Mr. Ye, I just received a letter from Lingmiao Pavilion. Master Cheng Ye has invited me."
Cuizhu couldn't hide her shock when she said this.
Earlier, there were rumors that this good-for-nothing young master had an unusual relationship with Master Cheng Ye, and she had always been suspicious. She did not expect that a disciple from Lingmiao Pavilion would personally send the message today, which really surprised her.
"Cheng Ye is looking for me?" Ye Chunyang was surprised.
He waved his hand without any fluctuation and said: "Okay, I understand, you can go down first."
Cuizhu never expected that the other party would be so calm, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.
But even though she sneered at Ye Chunyang, she didn't dare to show it at all, so she had to retreat silently.
Ye Chunyang did not comment on Cheng Ye's invitation, but after a second thought, he also left the other courtyard and went to Lingmiao Pavilion.
Although I got excellent sword-making materials during this trip to the ancient tomb, the Tiancheng thunderwood and fused crystal sand alone are not enough to bring out the power of the Great Thousand Sword Formation to its extreme. Some additional spiritual materials are needed to assist. Here we go It just so happens that you can collect it yourself with the help of Cheng Ye's connections.
As he left, not long after, a figure appeared from the other courtyard.
It was the old man named Wu.
After saying something to the maid Cuizhu, he immediately looked at the direction Ye Chunyang was leaving and followed him quietly.