Tian Yuan

Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, the elder of Lingping Sect did not dare to gamble. He pretended not to hear Chen Qingyuan's arrogant words and replied: "Cultivators cannot interfere in the affairs of the mortal world. This is the law of the Zilian Dynasty. Anyone who violates it will be killed without mercy!"

"Zilian Dynasty?" It was the first time Chen Qingyuan heard it and he became interested.

Seeing that Chen Qingyuan knew nothing about the dynasty, the elder was very surprised and confused, but he did not ask too many questions and explained: "The Zi Lian Dynasty has a long history, and the order in the area under its jurisdiction is stable. Law enforcement teams often go to various star systems to patrol and maintain balance. Anyone who dares to violate the laws of the dynasty will die without exception."

"Where is the Zilian Dynasty located?"

Chen Qingyuan rarely encounters such a big force that is so particular about rules. Immortals and mortals are separated, and cultivators are not allowed to interfere in mortal affairs, which greatly reduces the risk of civilians being harmed.

"The Dongji Galaxy is more than a hundred star regions away from here. The journey is too long and requires the help of a teleportation array."

For ordinary practitioners, only by relying on the teleportation array can the time be greatly shortened.

When the Zilian Dynasty was mentioned, the monks were in awe. They had never been there and longed for the prosperity of the dynasty.

"Any more?"

Chen Qingyuan continued to ask.

"We live in a remote area, so this is all we know."

The elder replied.

To put it bluntly, you don’t have enough strength and can’t get in.

"Okay, you can go now." Chen Qingyuan nodded gently and reminded: "If you want to accept a disciple, come back in 20 years, and you must ask for the child's consent. If the child has no intention of joining the sect to seek the truth, you cannot force him."

Everyone was unsure of Chen Qingyuan's strength and was anxious.

If I really leave like this, it will be too embarrassing if the news gets out.

But how can we test the depth of this person?

The key is that we don’t even know this person’s name, which makes it really difficult to deal with him.

Having been in the cultivation world for so many years, Chen Qingyuan had no idea what these people were thinking.

Just as the wooden sword was taking shape, he asked these people to stay a little longer and see more things.

"Old Zhu, take a drop of the child's blood."

Chen Qingyuan took a few steps towards Zhu Wulang and spoke.

"Oh, oh." Zhu Wulang was stunned for a moment, and quickly agreed, turning around to tell the servants. However, this matter was very important and could not be done in person by relying on others.

With extremely complicated emotions in his heart, he soon came over with a porcelain bowl.

In the bowl, there was a drop of the child's blood.

Chen Qingyuan held an ordinary-looking wooden sword in his right hand and poured the drop of blood in the bowl onto the sword with his left hand.

Slowly, the wooden sword absorbed the drop of blood and began to transform.

"Zheng——"

A faint sword chanting sound came from the wooden sword. Green light shot up into the sky, forming a huge circle of light in the clouds, rippling in all directions and stretching for thousands of miles.

"The sword has intelligence!"

The monks understood what was happening and cried out in shock.

"Wasn't it just an ordinary wooden sword just now? How could it be like this?"

The so-called elders of the sect were bewildered and dumbfounded. This kind of move was completely beyond their comprehension.

"Dropping blood to recognize the master, and transforming into a treasure. This method is truly unprecedented."

From this moment on, the way everyone looked at Chen Qingyuan changed. At first, they were still questioning his strength and whether he was just pretending.

Now, there is no longer a trace of doubt, only deep awe and fear.

Fortunately, he held back and did not engage in combat. Otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous.

In a single thought, ordinary objects were transformed into top-grade spiritual weapons. The cultivators had never heard of this before, but now they saw it with their own eyes. The shock was extremely intense and their expressions were extremely rich.

"This sword is a gift from me to this child."

Chen Qingyuan placed the wooden sword in Zhu Wulang's hand and smiled slightly.

Then, he took out a jade amulet that he had prepared in advance from his waist and gave it to him, saying: "This jade amulet was carved casually. You can keep it as a souvenir!"

Originally, I wanted to give the amulet to the child, but I didn't expect that the child had the talent for Taoism, so naturally I had to exchange it for a gift.

This top-grade spiritual weapon made of a wooden sword contains a trace of sword spirit. If this child has talent, he will definitely rise to prominence. If he doesn't have this blessing, he can also become a body-protecting magic weapon, and he should be able to seek peace in this remote place.

"Old...old man, thank you."

Zhu Wulang's admiration and gratitude for Chen Qingyuan increased a lot. All he had to say could only be summed up in a single word of thanks.

"Teach your children well, don't spoil them. To cultivate the Tao, you must first cultivate your mind. If your mind is not right, you won't go far in the future."

Chen Qingyuan gave a suggestion.

"Understood." Zhu Wulang nodded heavily: "I will remember my brother's instructions and will train him well and never spoil him."

"Looks like I won't attend the baby's full moon banquet. It's time to say goodbye."

Then, Chen Qingyuan expressed his intention to leave.

"Brother."

Zhu Wulang wanted to keep her, but he knew he had no right to do so. He called out softly, choking a little.

I don’t know when it started, but Zhu Wulang became dependent on Chen Qingyuan.

It might have been the heavy rain twenty years ago, or it might have been when I became neighbors with Chen Qingyuan.

"Live well, maybe I will come back."

Originally, Chen Qingyuan had never thought about returning to Changjin State, but now he changed his mind.

In order to prevent the various sects from putting pressure on Changjin State, he had to come back to take a look. In addition, although Zhu Wulang did not have any talent for cultivation, he had a pure heart, and he looked forward to seeing him again.

"Okay, I will try my best to survive."

A glimmer of hope appeared in Zhu Wulang's eyes.

After smiling at each other, Chen Qingyuan turned his head towards a certain direction of the palace and shouted loudly: "Stinky cow, don't sleep."

Hearing the call from his master, the old ox, who was dreaming, stood up suddenly, rushed out of the cowshed as fast as he could, and hurried in the direction of the sound.

The old ox came in front of Chen Qingyuan and called softly a few times.

With a flip, Chen Qingyuan sat on the back of the old ox, ready to ride the ox into the world.

"Why don't you leave? What else do you want to do?"

Before leaving, Chen Qingyuan glanced at the monks from various sects.

Being suddenly glanced at, everyone became nervous and said quickly, "Let's go now."

After seeing Chen Qingyuan's almost miraculous method of transforming a spiritual weapon with just a thought, he knew that he was a big shot in the gaming world and must not be offended.

Moreover, there was an obvious fluctuation of spiritual energy on the body of this old ox, which further confirmed that Chen Qingyuan was a powerful man. This frightened the group of cultivators so much that they were trembling with fear and breaking out in cold sweats.

After saying this, dozens of monks disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds, and no trace was left.

The young man who was kneeling just now was also taken away by the elders.

At the same time, Chen Qingyuan rode the old ox, left the palace, left the capital, and headed towards the distance.

"I'm sure we'll see each other again."

Watching Chen Qingyuan's receding back, Zhu Wulang tightened the amulet in his hand and muttered to himself.

The mortals present were dumbfounded. It turned out that the distinguished guest the old king mentioned was really a distinguished person! Everyone was glad that they had been treating the distinguished guest well these days, without failing to show courtesy.

The storm subsided.

Chen Qingyuan decided to go to the Zilian Dynasty to see its prosperous scene.