Immortal Clan: Starting from Managing a Blessed Land

"Ruyao, can you report the Hu family as a great achievement?"

"Change the nature of the matter from family infighting to the demon cultivation in the domain, and let Yanyang Sect directly suppress the Hu family?"

Shang Ting asked directly.

Shang Ruyao's face darkened when he heard this, and replied in a voice transmission:

"No, I asked the master, and he said that all the people in Yanyang Sect are busy exploring a secret realm and can't take care of themselves."

"Unless the Hu family goes to the mortal world to kill a large number of people, otherwise Yanyang Sect will not care about what a small family does."

"Why would they waste manpower and energy to eliminate the demon guards?"

Shang Ting understood, nodded lightly, and fell silent.

Yanyang Sect did not intervene, so this plan obviously failed.

However, the good news brought by Jianfeng Ruyao was still useful, the face of a Jindan Zhenren.

After thinking for a while, he said to Shang Ruyao again:

"The attitude of Master Yun Ji has improved now because he thinks you have the hope of building a foundation."

"This card cannot be used easily, you just need to continue to practice with concentration."

"When you reach the peak of Qi training and prepare to build a foundation, when something happens to my Shang, if you don't say anything, he will take action himself!"

Shang Ruyao's pretty face was serious, and she nodded in agreement.

In the courtyard, everyone was talking happily.

The topic gradually deepened.

Time seemed to flow backwards at this moment, making people recall every bit of the past.

The old man Shang Yangde, who led the young people to come and go, sat in a corner of the courtyard.

There was nothing to talk about, just looking at everyone with interest.

Shang Ting noticed his uncle.

Eleven years later, his uncle looked even older and more hunched, revealing a calm temperament of vicissitudes of life.

Although he took the Huanglong Pill refined by Shang Ting for him, he still looked young.

But the traces of time were still ruthlessly engraved on his face, leaving ravines.

Time flies. Since his father Shang Rucai died, he has aged a lot overnight.

Seeing Shang Ting at this moment, his eyes flashed with relief and waved.

Shang Ting slowly walked to his uncle. His uncle gently patted his shoulder and said in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Xiao Ting, time flies. You have grown up well, far better than me.

I am very pleased to see you grow up.

Now, you are also at the age to get married. It's time to put your marriage with Xiaoli on the agenda. I also want to hold my nephew."

It turned out to be urging marriage.

Shang Ting smiled, nodded slightly, and said:

"Uncle, I know. I plan to take Li'er to Daxia in the next few days to avenge her, and then come back to get married."

The marriage contract with Shangguan Li has long been known to the family.

Shang Yangde nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, okay."

Thinking of this, Shang Ting looked at Shangguan Li who was sitting upright.

At this moment, her beautiful face was full of confusion.

Her former companions now have successful families and children.

Shangguan Li's eyes were complicated, and she recalled everything about herself.

When she was twelve years old, her family suffered a great change, and she was forced to flee and came to the Western Wilderness.

At the age of fifteen, she failed to be selected into the Yanyang Sect due to insufficient qualifications. Fortunately, Shang Ting chose her and became his fiancée. She came to Huangyan Shangjia to embark on the immortal road.

She was smart since childhood and experienced the pain brought by the tragic change of her family.

For eleven years, she has always been committed to revenge and worked hard to practice.

With the help of Shang Ting, Shangguan Li's cultivation has been continuously improved.

Now four years have passed, and Shang Ting has also been promoted to the seventh level of Qi training, and the revenge she has dreamed of is coming.

"But how should I spend my life after revenge?" Shangguan Li suddenly had this question in her mind.

She was immediately at a loss, as she had never seriously thought about this question.

Her beautiful eyes turned, and suddenly she looked at her fiancé, but she happened to meet his eyes.

The two looked at each other. Shangguan Li looked at Shang Ting, who had been with him for eleven years. He was tall and about nine feet tall.

He had a handsome face, sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes. His eyes were deep as the abyss. His black hair was as black as ink and casually draped over his shoulders.

His figure was as straight as a pine tree under his green robe, exuding a calm and steady aura.

"Marry Brother Ting and have children"

Suddenly thinking of that intimate scene, Shangguan Li blushed.

"What is the purpose of life?"

Zhang Xiaopang, who was sitting on the stone bench on the other side, was also thinking about this question.

Eleven years have passed, and the image of the former farm boy, who was short and thin, has long disappeared.

Now Xiaopang is twenty-six years old. He is sturdy and strong, as steady as a small mountain. He wears a black suit, which makes him more majestic.

He just promoted to the fifth level of Qi training a month ago, and has experienced the tempering of fighting. His demeanor has become calm and steady.

The pair of honest eyes are still there, and sometimes a gleam of brilliance flashes.

His face is round, his complexion is bronze, and he has a healthy luster.

His thick eyebrows are like swords, slanting into his temples, his eyes are bright, his nose is straight, and his lips are thick.

The whole person exudes a strong aura that makes people dare not underestimate him.

"It has been eleven years since I followed Nianhua from the village to Yanyang Sect, and then followed Brother Ting to Shangjia."

Xiaopang was very confused at this moment.

In the past eleven years, he has established a family and his virtuous wife Yuru gave birth to two sons and two daughters for him.

He has a family, becomes a husband, and becomes a father.

As a low-level cultivator, he has witnessed death in the family war and the cruelty of the world of immortal cultivation.

"I don't have any big ideals. I used to just eat a good meal, but now?"

Xiaopang murmured in his heart, thinking of his wife and children, and the burden of the family.

After searching for a long time, Xiaopang suddenly found that he really didn't have any big ideals in his heart.

He couldn't help but chuckle, shook his head and said self-deprecatingly:

"If I were a 15-year-old boy, I would have this state, and I might have dreamed of becoming a legendary figure."

"But now I am 26 years old, married and established, and this fantasy is still to witness Brother Ting and Nianhua to realize."

"I just want our family to be happy and raise Xiaoting Xiner and others to adulthood."

The next morning.

The Shangting house was quiet and peaceful, and the sun shone through the window into the house, with a layer of light golden light.

Shangting sat upright on the bed and ended his practice in the middle of the night.

He slowly opened his eyes, and a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes-the art of peeping!

In his eyes, the image of his own luck slowly unfolded like a mysterious scroll.

Compared to the scene at the end of the Shangjia City War four years ago, there was no significant change at this time, but the subtleties were hidden!

In the sky, the blue clouds were still hanging high, but they became deeper.

Like a cloud of mist, it permeates the sky, deep and mysterious.

In the blue clouds, there are endless vitality and possibilities.

Shang Ting can't help but look forward to what opportunities and blessings Zhong Nianhua, who has grown up completely in the future, will bring to him.

Hongluan turns into the sun, like a blazing fireball, emitting a blazing light.

It makes the whole picture exceptionally bright!