Chapter 723 Another Letter for Help

Murong Ji exhaled a breath of foul air and said lightly, "Jin Renfeng was defeated and fled, your sister became the new head of the family, and the disciples of Shenhuoshan Manor became alienated from her."

"Generally speaking, we are isolated and helpless. We have no in-law relationship with the Wang Quan family. The entire Shenhuoshan Manor now survives under the protection of my Chen family."

"Well... it can be considered a good result. The Dongfang family has already recruited new disciples. Dongfang Huaizhu also gave birth to a son, Wang Quanbaiye."

"According to my estimation, this child will become the center of contention between the Wangquan Family and Shenhuoshan Villa in the future. If he becomes the head of the Wangquan Family, he will naturally annex Shenhuoshan Villa."

"Dongfang Huaizhu will naturally not watch his own business fall into the hands of others, but no matter how Shenhuoshan Manor plots, it has little chance of winning. You, a child, may become the only heir to Shenhuoshan Manor. Why don't you go back to help your sister?"

Dongfang Qinlan was startled and sat blankly on the chair in the room. Bai Lou walked gently behind her, held her in his arms, and whispered in her ear, but Murong Ji did not listen.

After a long time, Dongfang Qinlan came back to his senses and spread his hands. At this moment, he felt extremely regretful and wondered why he was lazy when he was practicing.

Even if he hadn't passed on his spiritual power to Dongfang Yuechu, his level in his prime would not even be enough to reach the strength of a demon king.

"How can someone like me help my sister? Being impure will only be a burden to her...a burden for her for the rest of her life." Dongfang Qinlan's face was filled with frustration, and tears flowed out unconsciously.

Murong Ji's face darkened, and he said, "You can at least help Shenhuoshan Villa solve its financial problems."

"Over the years, under your sister's management, our cooperation has not advanced further, but has shrunk. Do you understand what I mean?"

Dongfang Qinlan looked up at Murong Ji with a serious expression on her face, and suddenly asked, "Are you saying my sister is a waste?!"

"You said it, it has nothing to do with me." Murong Ji yawned.

"Why are you helping me?"

"With your brain, it's hard for me to explain it to you."

At this time, Bai Lou whispered in Dongfang Qinlan's ear, "The Chen family doesn't have enough manpower and trustworthy people in the south to ensure that there are no problems with the source of medicinal materials."

"Given the current situation of the Chen family, Shenhuoshan Villa is actually the best choice."

Dongfang Qinlan understood instantly that the reason why she didn't eat the sisters' family was because there was no need. If she took over Shenhuoshan Villa, things would become more troublesome.

If Shenhuoshan Villa falls into the hands of other forces, it will definitely strangle the Chen family and force them to give up their share of elixirs and even the method of refining elixirs.

Murong Ji looked at Bai Lou in surprise. There was something about this man.

Dongfang Qinlan suddenly laughed, "Old thief Murong, I really did not give you a wrong nickname. No matter what you do, you have a purpose!"

Murong Ji didn't say anything, turned around and walked out of the house, with his hands behind his back, walking towards the outside of the village step by step.

What Bai Lou said was right, and it was indeed the case. Shenhuoshan Villa could not fall. If it fell into the hands of others, it would definitely strangle the Chen family and hinder its development.

In order to make him the next Shenhuoshan Villa, someone will definitely do so, and Wang Quan Shouzhuo may even be one of them.

With Murong Ji around, the rise of the Chen family is inevitable, and this inevitability can be prolonged or offset with time.

No matter how strong a person is, what can it do? Just like Dongfang Gu Yue, when a person dies, he is really dead. When he was alive, his Shenhuoshan Villa was comparable to Wang Quan’s family, but after his death, it collapsed in an instant and was not even as good as the first-class families in the Taoist Alliance.

A force can rise because of a certain person, but it will never continue because of a certain person.

The continuation of one party's power requires the existence and joint efforts of a large number of lower-level, middle-level and higher-level people.

Just like the Xiao family, the Xiao family does not have the unique skills like the Zhang family's black sword, nor does it have the peerless figures like the Wang Quan family, nor does it have the innate magical powers like the Yang family.

He only has the Whip of Truth used for interrogation and the family heirloom Soul-Calling Whip.

But he is still a family in the Taoist Alliance that can be compared with the Yang family and the Wang Quan family.

After walking out of the village, Murong Ji looked back at the door of Dongfang Qinlan's house. She was standing at the door and watched Murong Ji leave.

The two looked at each other, waved their hands, and finally flew up on their swords and went to Tushan.

He has already given Dongfang Qinlan the choice, and he will not interfere with how Dongfang Qinlan makes her decision.

When he arrived at Tushan, Murong Ji checked the formation set up by Tushan Rongrong and modified any inappropriate parts.

This method was learned from Murong Ji, using the furnace to smelt the mist and the power of heaven and earth that were guided in from outside the circle. He also used the giant bitter love tree to refine the power of heaven and earth and integrate it into Tushan.

The effect is quite good. The power of heaven and earth in Tushan is growing slowly. There is no noticeable difference within a few decades, but what about hundreds of years?

The next Tushan Demon King will be the most powerful among the Demon Kings as soon as he is born.

Since Tushan was safe, Murong Ji returned to Tianxuan City and stayed with Wang Quanzui to take care of his pregnancy.

A few months later, a baby girl was born safely and named Chen Xuan.

Murong Ji was stunned for a moment. He had long suspected that there was something fishy going on.

All the children he had born in his past few lives were daughters. It was not that daughters were bad, but that they were very strange, as if an invisible big hand was interfering, especially after the Zhu Xian world.

There are almost no boys in later generations.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled a breath of foul air. He couldn't find the problem, so he could only keep giving birth until he gave birth to a boy.

In this world, if there is no male successor, the fate of the tribe may not be better than that of Dongfang Guyue. In the days that followed, Murong Ji's life became simple and monotonous. In addition to practicing every day, he helped Chen Xuan lay the foundation for practice.

In the blink of an eye, several years passed.

The Xuanhuojian was about to be refined. Murong Ji stood in front of the furnace, watching the Samadhi True Fire doing the final smelting and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

He grabbed the void and directly took the Xuanhuojian into his hand. The jade disk was burning hot and a little dazzling, and it kept hovering above his palm.

With the injection of Murong Ji's true energy, all the anger dissipated instantly and turned into a piece of fiery red jade.

I held it in my hand and weighed it. The red jade disk was the size of a palm and was warm overall.

Holding it in the hand, a warm current slowly flows into the body. Wherever the warm current flows, the meridians are relaxed, the muscles and bones are relieved, and a person can be adjusted to an excellent state.

Even at Murong Ji's level, the effect is very obvious.

Murong Ji came back to his senses, feeling as if it was just yesterday.

He walked out of the Huanyue Cave, wearing a black Taoist robe and a lotus crown on his head. With a gentle smile on his face, he looked at the entire Qingyun Mountain and exhaled a long breath.

Qingyun Mountain has changed a lot. The old wood that was planted at the beginning has now grown into a sapling more than one meter tall. With the existence of this tree, Qingyun Mountain is slowly nurturing essence.

With the essence of the mountain, the entire Qingyun Mountain is solidifying and becoming several meters shorter than before. The speed is still accelerating, as if it was compressed by the power of heaven and earth.

In a blink of an eye, the Yuqing Palace came into view.

This Yuqing Palace is exactly the same as the one in the Zhu Xian world, except that it lacks the historical heritage of that Yuqing Palace.

Still, it's not bad.

Walking along the winding path towards the mountain, Murong Ji stopped for a moment when he came to a fork in the road, then walked on another path.

At the end was a courtyard with a closed gate.

When I pushed the door open, I could smell the faint scent of incense.

Ancestral Hall.

Murong Ji walked into the ancestral hall, and right in front of him were the ancestors of Qingyun Mountain.

Murong Ji bowed, burned incense, and kowtowed three times, then stood up.

He lit three incense sticks on his own, walked to the low table on the left, kowtowed respectfully, bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, and lit incense.

Only then did he raise his head and look at the two spirit tablets.

On the left hand side is the spirit tablet of our Master Zhang Boduan.

On the right side is the spirit tablet of Master Tian Buyi.

After a long silence, Murong Ji turned around and walked out of the ancestral temple, heading towards the Yuqing Hall in the front mountain.

He walked through the corridor of Yuqing Palace, then went out of the door from Yuqing Palace, and looked back inadvertently.

On the high platform of the Yuqing Palace, there was a painting of the word "Tao" hanging in the center. The brushstrokes were vigorous and sharp, and it was full of murderous intent.

Below the character "Tao", there is an altar, and in front of the altar is a fist-sized golden square seal, the Fantian Seal.

Murong Ji has melted all the power of heaven and earth of Qingyun Mountain into the Fantian Seal. Anyone who can control this seal is a Demon Emperor.

When Qingyun Mountain is fully developed and its magic weapon is not lost, it will be one of the best among the demon kings and demon emperors.

This method draws on the power of the giant bitter tree. Just like the other demon kings, it uses a medium to mobilize the power of heaven and earth in Qingyun Mountain.

In fact, with the current strength of the human race, there are not many people who can meet the conditions to control the Heaven-Flipping Seal, but they are still much more flexible than the other Demon Kings.

Standing in front of the gate of Yuqing Palace, Murong Ji looked around and saw white clouds and mist for a thousand miles around, like a fairyland. In the mist and clouds, six mountain peaks were hidden, guarding the Tongtian Peak in the middle.

But it is the key to firmly lock the power of heaven and earth in Qingyun Mountain.

Above the square, the mist was so hazy that it was difficult to see clearly. Among them, there were faint sounds of disciples practicing, uniform shouts, and commands, which indeed made Murong Ji look dazed.

Just like the training of sword power before the Seven Clans Martial Competition at Qingyun Mountain.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji looked at Wang Quanzui, bent down with a smile on his face to protect Chen Xuan behind him, and watched Chen Xuan staggering towards him.

"Dad~Dad~"

Murong Ji laughed, a smile blooming on his face. He took a few steps forward, picked up Chen Xuan, and held both mother and daughter in his arms.

After the tenderness, just as they were about to deal with some things, Huang Shiren hurried in with a letter.

"Master, something happened!"

Murong Ji's face suddenly became solemn. He took the letter, glanced at the ugly handwriting on it, and instantly thought of Dongfang Qinlan.

(End of this chapter)