Longevity and Immortal Cultivation: Starting from Controlling Your Own Essence

"You prepared well this time."

Zhang Yao finished reading the classics, praised him, and was about to get up and leave.

"Three years later, I will come again."

Patriarch Xie immediately stepped forward and said respectfully:

"I'll see Mr. leave."

"Also."

Zhang Yao smiled slightly, and accompanied by the Patriarch of the Xie family, he left the ancestral house of the Xie family all the way.

"Master."

"uncle."

Along the way, they met many maids, servants, and members of the Xie family. They were a little surprised to see the Xie family head going out late at night, but they didn't dare to ask more questions, and they all bowed and avoided.

But the more Patriarch Xie left, the more frightened he felt, and cold sweat oozes from his back.

He ran into dozens of people along the way, but they all turned a blind eye to the silver-faced old monster beside him, as if they didn't see him at all, treating him as air.

This scene is simply weird and terrifying, like hitting a ghost in the daytime.

But Patriarch Xie knew that this was definitely not a ghost encounter, but an earth-shattering and unpredictable martial arts, which directly distorted the five senses of these people.

"The martial arts of this old monster are really appalling. I'm afraid he's going to become a supernatural power!"

"It's no wonder that every time he enters and exits the ancestral house, it's like entering a land of no one. Others can't see him at all, can't hear his voice, and automatically ignore his existence. How could they find out that he has been here?"

Patriarch Xie was terrified, and his attitude became more respectful.

Martial arts masters at the level of "Yedi" and "Changchunzi" are rare, but for a big family that has been passed down for thousands of years, they have seen, heard of, and even dealt with them in person.

Therefore, Xie's thousand-year-old aristocratic family actually has detailed records about the level above the master and the level of spiritual power discovered.

But Patriarch Xie can swear:

He has never found such a terrifying existence as a silver-faced old monster in any ancient classics. This is completely beyond the scope of a master, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a god of martial arts.

If it weren't for this silver-faced old monster who was still pursuing the traces of the Xian family, he would have suspected that what this person practiced was not martial arts, but the legendary magic of the Xian family.

"Thank you, Patriarch, for stopping by, and the old man will go."

The old Patriarch of the Xie family walked all the way to the gate of the ancestral house, only to witness Zhang Yao turn around and leave, before disappearing into the night.

"call……"

He unconsciously let out a long breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, turned around and returned to the ancestral house.

In the shadows, Zhang Yao withdrew his gaze, and after confirming that he had no other actions, he left here in peace, ready to go to the next location.

People like Nie Luncai, Patriarch of the Xie family, etc., he secretly controlled more than one.

Twenty years ago, he left Baihe City and decided to start a new plan, looking for opportunities to get in touch with the "world of immortals".

From the very beginning, Zhang Yao planned to secretly establish a huge organization. With a little bit of development, after the tentacles spread all over the world, it would naturally bring the information he wanted.

But after thinking it over and over again, he gave up the idea.

After all, he is only one person, and he does not have enough time and energy to manage such a huge organization.

And it is basically impossible for such a huge underground organization to keep completely hidden, and it is easy to attract the taboo and suppression of the royal family and the court, causing unnecessary troubles.

So he changed his mind:

He concealed his true face, created the identity of a "silver-faced old monster", and showed off his superb martial arts, so as to control some key people to work for him and secretly collect corresponding information.

There are more than a dozen of these key figures, all over the nineteen states.

Some of them are heroes of the forest, some are leaders of business alliances, some are patriarchs of aristocratic families, some are masters of a family, some are high-ranking officials and dignitaries, and some are close ministers of the emperor...

Without exception, these people are all high-ranking and powerful, either with extensive connections and well-informed information, or with special positions and irreplaceable value.

Of these dozen people, he was in single-line contact and never disclosed each other's existence.

This is like a thread, intertwined and connected with each other, weaving into an impenetrable net, covering the whole world in darkness.

He is the only one who holds the thread ends of these threads, entrenched in the center of this invisible big net, waiting for the moment when the desired plump fruit falls into the net.

He had waited many years for that moment.

…………

half year later.

Zhang Yao came to the last stop of this trip, the capital city of Shangjing.

Shangjing City is the core of Zhongzhou, the heart of the nineteen states in the world, the ancient capital of thousands of years, and the capital of all dynasties.

After arriving in Shangjing, Zhang Yao did not act in a hurry, but went to the periphery of the mansion of "Duke Rongguo" and hibernated silently, observing patiently for a month.

After confirming that there was no abnormality, he used "Inspiriting the Great Law of Contemplation" to replace the identity of an ordinary retainer in the Duke's mansion and sneaked into the mansion.

Inside the Duke's Mansion, he was careful, followed the rules, started from some details, and kept summarizing information.

After another two full months passed, he finally confirmed that everything in Duke Rong's mansion was normal, and there was hardly any difference from when he came three years ago.

After ruling out the possibility of setting traps in the Duke's mansion, Zhang Yao decided to pick a time to formally contact the Duke of Rong.

There is a reason why he is so cautious.

Duke Rong of the current dynasty——Zhang Yong, is the most important one among the dozen or so chess pieces he has spread all over the world, and also the most important thread for weaving the net.

He is a close minister of the emperor, he met at a humble time, followed and supported him all the way, and was deeply trusted by the emperor. He is not only a first-class duke, a hereditary title, but also the commander of the imperial army, leading the rank of minister of the bodyguard, a proper confidant of the emperor .

If there is really the support of the Xian family behind the current royal family, then Zhang Yong is the person who is most likely to get in touch with this secret.

Similarly, this is also a risky move.

Although his method of controlling Zhang Yong is different from everyone else's, it is not necessarily safe, after all, he does not know what methods the Xian family has.

What if there is a certain immortal cultivator hiding in the imperial palace, who happens to run into Zhang Yong again, sees something about him, becomes suspicious, and decides to sit on the sidelines in the Duke's mansion?

Judging from the information collected so far, the number of fairy families is extremely rare, and all of them are far away from the mortal world, and they don't care much about mortals, so the possibility of this is very small, perhaps only one in a thousand, one in ten thousand.

But no matter how small the possibility is, it is not completely impossible, so Zhang Yao is extra careful, once he finds something is wrong, he will immediately withdraw and never take any risks.

Facts have proved that he still thinks too much.

Until that night, when Zhang Yao actually took action, he did not encounter any accidents.

The back house of the Hou Mansion.

Zhang Yong, who was in his prime, fell asleep with his arms around a concubine after having sex with a concubine.

Silently, the door opened, and Zhang Yao's figure walked in.

He walked to the side of the bed and bent over to look at Zhang Yong who was sleeping soundly like a dead pig, his eyes glinted like an invisible whirlpool.

"wake up!"

Zhang Yao spoke slowly, with a low voice.

Zhang Yong opened his eyes, blankly, his eyes were blank, as if he was still asleep.

"Tell me the secret you discovered about the Xian family..."

Zhang Yao's voice fluctuated from high to low, as if it contained terrible magic power, piercing into Zhang Yong's brain little by little.

The vast infuriating energy in his body surged like waves, and it was the first time that the Dafa of Soul Constipation was running at full strength, which even made him feel a little strenuous.

Playing with people's memory and mind in this way is not an easy job, it consumes a lot of energy, and you need to rest for several days afterwards.

At present, there is only Zhang Yong who is worthy of such great efforts.

"I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer..."