Chapter 391 Wushi Mountain

“Brother Murong, take a look at them.” Taoist Mingyang pointed at the three people on the other side of the fire and continued, “These brothers are all at the eighth to ninth level of Yuqing. Their aptitude is limited, so…”

Murong Ji was startled. Before he could speak, Ming Yang leaned closer to his ear and said, "They are all direct disciples."

With just this one sentence, Murong Ji understood Mingyang's meaning. In their Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition, only those who were able to participate were direct descendants of Qingyun Sect, so their identities naturally did not need to be questioned.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji looked at the three people in front of him and said slowly: "Three junior brothers, let me take your pulse?"

The three of them looked delighted, said no more, and stretched out their hands.

After a few hours, he pointed out the future cultivation direction of the three people and sat back beside Mingyang again, "How many masters like them are there in the sect?"

Ming Yang took a sip of water and said slowly, "Not many left. Those who could have made a breakthrough have done so. The rest have lost their way and have gone down the mountain to serve as deacons."

Murong Ji was silent for a moment. He was not very familiar with Ming Yang, but because of the relationship between them and Qing Yun Sect and the fact that they were both direct descendants, there was not much gap between them.

After thinking for a while, he said, "When they return to the mountain to report on their work, please stay with them for a while. I will help them see if they can make further progress on the path..."

Ming Yang smiled and said, "That's fine... When they come back, I will take them to Dazhu Peak to find you."

The next day, as soon as it got light, the five of them got up early and continued their journey south.

A few days later, Murong Ji and his five companions were walking on the mountain path of Canglian Mountain in southern Xinjiang.

After passing Yunmeng, a foggy area that looks like a fairyland, you can see a newly built city. This city was built against the mountain and is quite sophisticated. It can be attacked or defended. The people who built the city had profound attainments in battle formations.

Murong Ji remembered that this was originally a mountainous area with dense forests, right? A few thousand miles ahead was the Fenxiang Valley.

The city is located right at the pass of Canglian Mountain, and has become a veritable line of defense.

Before entering the city, I saw the Qingyun Sect's sign from afar. Then I realized that this city belonged to the Qingyun Sect.

On the side of the city, there is an official road, which is wide and flat, but there are endless cliffs below on the left side.

After passing the official road, we saw a large area of ​​manors built on the hillside. It might not be accurate to call it a manor, it should be called a city.

Standing at the entrance of the city, Murong Ji saw the sign of Qingyun Gate again, which was indeed more dazzling than the three words "Longhu City".

In recent years, Qingyun Sect has made considerable achievements in southern Xinjiang.

"Shocking, right? I was also shocked when I first came here." Mingyang said in a low voice. "This Dragon Lake is actually the trace left by Senior Brother Zeng when he went south to eliminate monsters. Later, water was diverted to build the city."

"This place has become a lake, named Dragon Lake. Hehe, now, this place is under the control of my Qingyun Sect. All the cultivation resources transported out from Southern Xinjiang must be under the nose of Qingyun Sect."

Murong Ji nodded. Such an important checkpoint naturally requires an important person to be in charge. Fang Qiong, who is in the Shangqing realm, is the one guarding this place.

Murong Ji then reacted. If Mingyang came here, wouldn't he be taking over Fang Qiong's job?

Looking at Murong Ji's expression, Ming Yang knew what he was thinking, "Hehe, this is a good thing. Being a garrison commander here, the resources and benefits are extremely generous. Even an elder of Shangqing is tempted. Just think about it."

Murong Ji was a little indifferent, he had no shortage of resources. After all, he was one of us, so he handed over a bamboo box. "If you can't win, just run away, it's not shameful. There's no need to lose your life like Fang Qiong."

"Rhubarb Pill! Wow, if Fang Qiong had this pill, he wouldn't have to die. Thank you!"

Murong Ji waved his hand, and several people walked into the city. Although the current Longhu City cannot be called a majestic city, it is still quite impressive after being around for 20 or 30 years.

Arriving at the gate of Wang's residence, Murong Ji took a quick look. Wow, this ancient atmosphere, which was two or three hundred years older than the city, hit him in the face.

The entire Wang family compound covers a vast area, almost one-third of Longhu City. The compound is like a fortress, a city within a city.

"Please inform them that the Qingyun Sect's disciples are here to visit." Taoist Mingyang stepped forward and clasped his fists.

Soon, a middle-aged butler came out and saluted the five people, "The Longhu Wang family respectfully welcomes all the immortals."

"Hahaha, I don't deserve to be called an immortal. Just call me a fellow Taoist."

"Please come in, please come in quickly."

Murong Ji deliberately stood one step behind Ming Yang and asked him to deal with the Wang family. He was too lazy to do these favors.

"Fellow Daoist, do you know which one of the Wang family this is?"

"I am the steward of the Wang family, Nanshi Hou. I am sorry to have embarrassed you, Taoist priest."

When they walked into the courtyard, they saw the current patriarch coming out from the main house. Taoist Mingyang spoke first, clasping his fists and saying, "Is this the patriarch of the Wang family, Ruiwu?"

Wang Ruiwu immediately clasped his fists in return, "Excuse me, may I ask what your name is, Taoist priest?"

"I am Mingyang, these are my fellow apprentices."

Wang Ruiwu immediately greeted him, and Murong Ji and the others returned the greeting. "Everyone, please come in quickly."

After entering the house and sitting down, Ming Yang said straight to the point: "I came here today, first, to obey the order of the headmaster Xiao Zhenren, to investigate the death of Brother Fang. Second, to confirm the alliance between our two families."

"In the past, the old Patriarch Wang personally went to Qingyun Sect and made an agreement with the headmaster." Ming Yang paused for a moment. As the saying goes, a new emperor chooses new ministers. Now, Wang Ruiwu's thoughts still need to be confirmed. "I don't know, Patriarch Wang, what do you think now?"

Wang Ruiwu was overjoyed and grabbed Taoist Mingyang's arm. "That's great, that's great. To be honest, I've been looking forward to this day for a long time!"

In the next few hours, the two of them finalized many things, and Murong Ji realized that they were actually going to jointly develop the Shiwan Mountains.

This is not easy.

After dinner, everyone went to bed.

The next morning, Murong Ji arrived at the place where the Wang family's body was kept, opened the lid of the coffin, and looked at it carefully. His pupils couldn't help but shrink.

This person was undoubtedly seriously injured by the Taiji Xuanqing Dao method. It was the Shura power that took his life. Murong Ji frowned slightly. The Shura power...

After Murong Ji finished the examination, Ming Yang immediately stepped forward to identify the body. After confirming that the deceased was Fang Qiong, he closed the coffin and sighed softly.

Just wait for Murong Ji to find out the results of his investigation and then bring him back to Qingyun Sect for burial.

A few hours later, Murong Ji arrived at the edge of Long Lake again. Standing in the woods, he looked at the traces of fighting around him and frowned slightly.

The weeds by the lake showed signs of being crushed. Murong Ji frowned slightly and knew that Fang Qiong had crawled out of the water of Long Lake.

Following the traces he left after coming out of the water, I looked up in that direction and saw a hill.

"What is that place?"

Murong Ji's voice was a little deep, and he frowned slightly. He was also a little curious about what was there.

It took Fang Qiong so much effort to attract their attention.

"Master, that is Wushi Mountain. There is a group of wolf monsters gathered there. They are quite powerful. Let's clean them up..." Nanshi Hou said somewhat embarrassedly.

Murong Ji nodded and said no more, then flew up and headed towards Wushi Mountain. Nanshi Hou followed closely behind him, sweating profusely.

His strength was not low, but he was still unable to catch up with Murong Ji's pace. He felt a little horrified in his heart, knowing that Elder Shangqing was very powerful and far beyond the reach of people like them.

Wushi Mountain was not very high, but the road was a bit rugged and overgrown with weeds, with only a few paths created by wolf packs.

Murong Ji picked up a pitch-black stone and crushed it. The Samadhi Fire burned fiercely. After a few breaths, only a crystal black jade bead was left in Murong Ji's hand.

"I see."

This thing can be considered the material for the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon. It is just the random stones on the outside. After smelting and purification, it can become a good-quality refining material.

Looking up, Murong Ji's eyes turned cold, "There are quite a few wolf monsters here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he casually struck a sword with his hand, and killed one of them directly. This wolf demon was much larger than an ordinary wolf, with white fur on its back and gray fur underneath.

"Hu...ha...hu." Nan Shihou finally managed to catch his breath. "This is a white-backed wolf demon. Its fur is of top quality. Its bones, flesh and blood..."

"Consider it my gift to your Wang family."

Murong Ji walked forward without saying a word. His sword energy raged, and he wiped out the entire wolf den.

It only took five breaths, and the speed was so fast that it made one's scalp tingle.

Nanshi Hou came back to his senses, lowered his head and said nothing, with a cold look on his back and his expression became more respectful.

"Tell the head of the Wang family that I want this mountain. Ask him to gather people to mine the rocks and soil. Regardless of the quality, all should be shipped to Qingyun Sect."

"Yes."

Murong Ji picked up another black stone. It was rumored that the reason why these Hundred Thousand Mountains were so lush was because they were watered with dragon blood.

He was not sure whether he had dragon blood or not, but the scale of this mountain was enough to produce hundreds of top-quality weapons. Although the quality was not as good as the Nine Heavens Divine Weapons, it was still good compared to his master's Red Spirit Immortal Sword and his senior brother's Ten Tigers Immortal Swords.

There was a small temple in front of him. The statue in the temple looked weird no matter how Murong Ji looked at it. The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily. Why did it look a bit like himself?

Looking down, he saw the two words Fang Qiong wrote before he died: Cangsong.

Murong Ji turned his head slightly and said, "You don't have to follow me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flew up on his sword and headed towards the depths of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Following the trail, when it fell again, I found an ancient relic. When I brushed aside the fallen leaves, I saw something that looked like stone but not stone, and like wood but not wood.

The statue looked strange and ferocious, and it was an unknown small sect developed from the Demon Cult. Looking at the others, I saw the statue of Tiansha Pluto.

Murong Ji sighed lightly. The pine tree had escaped into these ten thousand mountains, but it was not easy to find. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

After searching for several months, there was no trace of Cangsong, and Murong Ji was happy about it. Once he captured Cangsong and brought him up the mountain, it would indeed increase Qingyun's combat power, but it would also exacerbate the division within the Qingyun Sect.

(End of this chapter)