Rise of Qinglian

Wang Yuanjiang walked around and took a look. There were many tasks, but some tasks had very few good deeds. They either took too long or had strict requirements. It was not easy to find a lighter task with more good deeds.

After a while, Wang Yuanjiang's eyes suddenly lit up. The identity token in his hand shook slightly. A ray of green light flew out and hit a line of text. Almost at the same time, two rays of green light flew out and hit the same line of text. .

"Feed the third-level turtle beast for ten years, including food and accommodation, and six thousand good deeds."

This task is relatively simple and not difficult. Since the third-level turtle beast is raised, the owner must be at least a Dan-Jie cultivator, or even a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The same job, the same treatment, the higher the publisher's cultivation level, the more popular he will be.

You won't get much benefit from working for the Foundation Establishment monks. If you help the Danjie monks or Nascent Soul monks, you might get extra rewards if you do well, even if you learn some skills.

Ling Zhifu helps the alchemist take care of the elixir garden. If he is lucky, he can learn some alchemy skills. Even if he only gets paid, spreading the word will help him find a job in the future.

Soon, this line of text disappeared.

Wang Yuanjiang and two other tribesmen came to the second floor. There were thirty-six circular counters on the second floor. Behind each counter were several Qi Refining monks who were responsible for handling the procedures.

Sometimes multiple clan members take on a task at the same time, depending on who the employer hires.

They came to a circular counter and briefly talked about what happened.

"This mission was issued by Uncle Yiyan. He lives in Jinzhi Peak. You go and find him. As for who he hires, it depends on your performance."

The deacon disciple told them truthfully, handed them a light cyan token, gave them a few instructions, and let them leave.

After leaving the General Affairs Tower, Wang Yuanjiang took out his flying magic weapon and flew two tribesmen towards the Golden Finger Peak.

More than an hour later, they stopped above a steep golden peak. From a distance, the peak looked like a golden finger thrust horizontally into the ground.

The place above halfway up the mountain was shrouded in thick golden fog, making it difficult to see what was going on inside.

Wang Yuanjiang controlled the flying magic weapon to land and issued a transmission note.

An hour passed and no monk came out.

The three of them were very patient and continued to wait.

Time passed little by little, and the sky became dark. From time to time, tribesmen flew by nearby, but no one paid attention to them.

Three days have passed, and the employer has not shown up. Maybe he is away, or he is practicing in seclusion, or he may be refining elixirs and weapons.

The two fellows lost their patience and left one after another.

Wang Yuanjiang stood at the foot of the mountain and waited quietly.

The day passed quickly and the employer still did not show up.

Wang Yuanjiang sighed lightly, took out his flying magic weapon, and jumped on.

Since this road is blocked, then find another way. He will not go to the dark side one way.

"Wait, come in!"

A gentle man's voice suddenly sounded, and as soon as he finished speaking, the golden mist rolled violently, turned into a golden ladder, and landed in front of Wang Yuanjiang.

Wang Yuanjiang stood on the golden ladder. The golden ladder suddenly rolled up and swept him into the golden mist.

He felt his eyes flash, and suddenly appeared in a quiet manor. A tall, thin old man in green robes stood in front of him.

"My grandson pays homage to Uncle Yiyan."

Wang Yuanjiang quickly bowed and saluted with a respectful expression.

"You've been waiting for three days, why don't you wait for the fifth day?"

Wang Yiyan asked curiously.

"My grandson thought that Uncle Yiyan was practicing in seclusion. He didn't know when he would wait, and he didn't want to wait any longer."

Wang Yuanjiang answered honestly.

Wang Yiyan nodded and led Wang Yuanjiang to a lake of more than ten acres. A black turtle came out of the lake and roared happily.

"You will live here from now on and just pick spiritual fruits from the orchard next door and feed them to the turtles and turtles."

Wang Yiyan ordered.

"Uncle Yiyan, can you write a receipt? My grandson can give it to the deacon disciple."

Wang Yuanjiang said cautiously, if the other party blackmailed him, he couldn't afford to pay.

Wang Yiyan showed approval, agreed, wrote a receipt in person, handed it to Wang Yuanjiang, and handed him the access token.

"Okay, I'm going to the meeting hall for a meeting. You go ahead and get busy!"

Wang Yiyan gave a warning and turned into a ray of light that broke through the air and disappeared into the sky.

In the meeting hall, more than thirty clan elders were sitting on both sides, whispering something.

One after another, monks arrived, mostly Nascent Soul monks and some Dan-forming monks.

Not long after Wang Yiyan sat down, Wang Qingcheng walked out with a majestic look.

"Meet the master."

Wang Yiyan and others quickly stood up and said respectfully.

Wang Qingcheng nodded with satisfaction, sat down, and ordered: "Everyone is here, let's start reporting!"

"Master, our family currently has three Void Refining cultivators, forty-five Divine Transformation cultivators, and 855 Nascent Soul cultivators. There are 63,475 Immortal Cultivators in our family, and we control 3,000 Immortal Cultivators. There are 545 islands, and we can dispatch fifteen god-transformation monks."

"Currently there are three fifth-level formation mages, three fifth-level alchemists, five fifth-level weapon refiners, two fifth-level spiritual cultivators, two fifth-level talisman makers, and two fifth-level spiritual control masters."

"The main source of income for the family is puppet beasts, especially the fifth-level puppet beasts. The sales volume is very good and it is hard to find one beast. We have twenty stores in Xueyanfang City, one-third of which sell puppet beasts and magic weapons. ."

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"Currently, there are more than 130 million mortals attached to our Wang family, distributed on 532 islands, and one-tenth of the mortals are from the Wang family."

Mortals are the cornerstone of the world of immortality. The greater the number, the higher the chance of spiritual root practitioners appearing. However, the number of immortal practitioners in the Wang family is increasing, and there is no shortage of those few people.

Wang Qingcheng nodded, his face darkened, he looked at Wang Tianli and asked, "What's going on? Why hasn't the large beast wave erupted this time? Are the aliens trying to cause trouble?"

According to time calculation, the large-scale beast tide should have broken out long ago, but it is really strange that the large-scale beast tide has not broken out yet.

Wang Tianli has advanced to the stage of becoming a god and is mainly responsible for gathering information.

"I sent many spies to investigate, but found nothing unusual. According to records, a large beast tide broke out more than 10,000 years ago, more than 1,500 years ago. Maybe it was because of something disgusting."

Wang Tianli said with some uncertainty that the aliens would not say hello to him when they caused trouble, and his spies could not find out the movements of the aliens.

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Wang Qingcheng frowned, pondered for a moment, and then ordered: "Send additional patrols. If a tide of beasts is discovered, report it immediately."

"Yes, head of the family."

Wang Tianli agreed.

Wang Qingcheng gave a few words of warning and announced the adjournment of the meeting. (To be continued)