Fairyland!

In a large mansion.

"Entertainment Father!

A young man in his twenties ran into the mansion with sweat and headed straight to the inner hall.

"What's so thrilling!"

A man about forty walked out of the study, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, but unfortunately there was a striking scar on his right face.

In the immortal world, if you want to achieve the regeneration of the broken limbs, you must at least reach the level of the Daluo Golden Immortal.

The middle-aged man's cultivation is just an ordinary Xuanxian, and he is not even a Yuanxian.

The young man who ran in had a cultivation level of the Ninth Level of the Immortal.

Although Xuanxian is not at the bottom of the immortal world, he is not considered a high-level, and can only be considered a middle- and lower-level.

Lingyun Immortal Realm is huge, and it is still a minority after all.

Most of the people are celestial immortals, superior immortals, true immortals, spiritual immortals, and mysterious immortals. If they can reach the level of Yuanxian, they are already considered to be overlords in the area.

This overlord refers to a city and a mountain range.

The fairy world is so big that even the Immortal Emperor dares not say that he has stepped into every place.

The Lingyun Immortal Realm has been developing for countless years, with countless cities and an area of ​​the Immortal Realm is even more vast.

The man who is called his adoptive father is named Chen Ping. He seems to be in his forties, but is actually almost 200 years old.

In the fairy world, I just reached Xuanxian at this age and am not young anymore.

Some monsters, in their twenties, have already reached the level of Xuanxian.

The young man who came in was an adopted son adopted by Chen Ping twenty years ago, and he usually helped him manage his business.

"Entertainment Father, I heard the news about Uncle Liu just now."

The young man was named Chen An, with an excited look on his face.

A strange look flashed deep in Chen Ping's eyes, and he quickly calmed down: "Which Uncle Liu did you talk about?"

For safety reasons, Chen Ping asked tentatively.

"Uncle Liu Wuxie!"

Chen An quickly told his adoptive father the news he found.

Hearing the three words Liu Wuxie, Chen Ping's body shook, and Chen An quickly stepped forward and supported his adoptive father.

"Entertainment Father, what's wrong with you?"

Chen An looked worried. In recent years, his adoptive father was reluctant to eat and eat every day, and most of the time he locked himself in the study.

"What news?"

Chen Ping quickly calmed down to avoid hearing from the partition walls, and the two returned to the study.

Chen An had never seen Liu Wuxie, but from his adoptive father, he often heard about Liu Wuxie's deeds.

They were all wandering children back then, growing up together, and they were like brothers. Later, Liu Wuxie was taken away by a mysterious old Taoist, and Chen Ping was as talented as his talent, so he stayed in the Moon City without being selected.

Later I heard that Liu Wuxie broke through to the Immortal Emperor realm within just a hundred years.

After Liu Wuxie broke through the Immortal Emperor, he came back to find him, and the two brothers drank happily.

Chen Ping knew very well that he and Liu Wuxie were no longer from the same world and were automatically alienated.

Liu Wuxie was not concerned at all and helped Chen Ping establish the Ping An Chamber of Commerce, mainly selling some items.

Just a few years ago, when I heard that Liu Wuxie was besieged to death on the Broken Soul Cliff, Chen Ping has been depressed since then.

"Not long ago, when two monks were buying items at our Anping Chamber of Commerce, I heard them say that Liu Wuxie was reborn."

Chen An is not very sure. Nowadays, not many people in the fairy world know about this news.

Not long ago, two monks came to the Ping'an Chamber of Commerce to buy things. One of them accidentally let it go. He heard that his master was one of the besieged Liu Wuxie back then.

"I knew he wouldn't die so easily."

Two tears slid from the corner of Chen Ping's eyes.

Without Liu Wuxie, he is still a low-level figure now and may not even be able to reach the level of immortality.

All he can achieve today is Liu Wuxie's help.

"Entertainment Father, are you okay?"

Chen An looked worried when he saw his adoptive father crying.

"I'm fine, where are those two monks now?"

Chen Ping wants to know more information.

"I left Baiyue City. The two of them had extremely high cultivation levels, and at least they were at the level of Yuanxian. They should have passed by our Baiyue City. Why did they come down to buy these ordinary items? It's really puzzling."

Chen An said with a frown.

"This matter shall not be mentioned to a third person."

Chen Ping quickly issued a ban order, saying that this news is too important and must not be disclosed.

"I see."

Chen An nodded. At that time, he was the only one who heard it in the chamber of commerce.

"What kind of person is Uncle Liu?"

Chen An was not very familiar with Liu Wuxie, and many things were told by his adoptive father.

Twenty years have passed since we parted, and there was no Chen Ping at that time.

"A man who is admirable!"

Chen Ping did not say in detail, and he is not sure whether Chen An’s news is accurate.

"Enjoyed father, the White Tiger Chamber of Commerce has been frequently snatching our business recently, and our Ping An Chamber of Commerce is now hard to move forward."

Chen An changed the topic. In recent months, the White Tiger Chamber of Commerce has been aggressive, and their Ping An Chamber of Commerce has been forced into a dead end.

"The White Tiger Chamber of Commerce relied on the flattery of the Qingzhu Gang to dare to be so unscrupulous. For a while, let's shrink and don't fight head-on with the White Tiger Chamber of Commerce."

After Chen Ping said that, he asked Chen An to do his job first, but he walked to the other side of the study, opened a row of bookshelfs, and hung a portrait of a young man on the stone wall behind the bookshelf.

"Brother, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

After Chen Ping finished speaking, he wiped the corners of his eyes and closed the bookshelf.

...

Liu Wuxie stood on the mountain peak, allowing the sharp wind to come from all around him.

What is coming will come eventually!

The immortals of various major sects are gradually returning.

Immortal lights cut through the sky.

Strangely, the Lord of the Purple Bamboo Star, Emperor Haoyuan did not appear.

A strong fluctuation came from the sky above the Tianlong Sect, and an old man appeared out of thin air.

The moment he stepped out of the space, Hua Feiyu appeared.

"Sister Hua Feiyu, see the ancestor Leng Zizhen!"

Hua Feiyu bent down and bowed. The old man who appeared was the only immortal ancestor of the Tianlong Sect. He had been in seclusion for many years.

The Tianlong Sect still retained the portrait of Leng Zizhen's ancestor, and Hua Feiyu recognized it at a glance.

Leng Zizhen has been in seclusion for 50,000 years. At that time, Hua Feiyu was not born yet, so naturally he didn't know him.

After becoming the sect leader, he read many classical books of the sect, especially these ancestors, who must memorize them.

"Are you the leader of the Tianlong Sect?"

Leng Zizhen looked at Hua Feiyu, calling him the ancestor, only the leader of the Tianlong Sect.

"Yes, younger generation Hua Feiyu, welcome the return of the ancestor."

Hua Feiyu made a gesture of asking for help.

"Where has the Tianlong Sect been gone?"

Leng Zizhen didn't move, but looked at the empty Tianlong Sect and asked Hua Feiyu.

"Report to the ancestor, all members of the Tianlong Sect have moved to the Nightmare City. After going down, I will slowly explain in detail to the ancestor."

Hua Feiyu is also an immortal, but he is still polite to the ancestor. After all, the ancestor Leng Zizhen has reached the fourth level of the immortal.

I have gained something after being in seclusion in Tianyun Realm over the years.

Compared with those immortals who broke through hundreds of thousands of years ago, the fourth level of the immortal is still slightly inferior.
To be continued...