amaotonovel Chapter 280 Over the Years
Chapter 280 Over the Years
For a moment, both the host and the guests were having a great time, and Chen Yu no longer paid attention to the lucky fish monster.
The Dragon King invited him to see the furnishings of the palace complex, which included pavilions, terraces, rockery and strange rocks.
Hundreds of years old jade trees and pearl treasures shrouded in the glow of the sunset.
There are also magical cranes dancing gracefully and clam spirits transformed into human forms, as delicate as jade.
There are more precious treasures in Chen Yu’s space, and he is still quite impressed when he sees this.
The monsters who were taking care of the spiritual plants were rough in mind, and the scenery was not as exquisite as the one that had been carved in the Dragon Palace for thousands of years.
I also recorded some images so that the monsters in the space can learn from them.
After several hours, Chen Yu left the Dragon Palace.
He turned around and clasped his fists in salute. Then a golden cloud appeared under the lynx's hooves, and it disappeared in an instant.
Long Jun also practiced the method of derivation and calculation, but this method was too difficult and obscure, and he only learned the basics with the fragments in his hand.
A talented demon suddenly came to join the army, and a cultivator with a high level of cultivation passed by the Dragon Palace, but he just had a meal, admired the scenery for a while, and left in a hurry.
Long Jun calculated for a long time, but still couldn't connect these things together.
The fish monster later learned from the other monsters that a Taoist priest riding a monster beast had once visited the Dragon Palace for a period of time.
The world of immortal cultivation is shattered, and a dreamlike adventure finally returns to the bottom of my heart.
The old dragon returned to the secret realm to meditate, while the big demon patrolled the waters day after day.
On an island not far from the Danhuamen headquarters, Chen Yu gently stroked the lynx's head.
Although there are occasionally human foundation-building monks passing by here, with their current abilities, they are far from being dangerous.
"Our fate ends here."
After saying that, he didn't care about it and flew away.
Since leaving the market town with Wang Chonglin, I have been busy following him to recruit disciples for more than three months.
After saying goodbye on the island, the two men wandered in the mountains and forests on the south bank of the Gun River.
It takes several months to come and go, regardless of cold or hot, spring or autumn.
All in all, it has been one year and four months since we left Danhua Island.
There was still heavy fog at the foot of Tianjian Mountain, and cultivators were seen entering and leaving the dense forest from time to time.
Chen Yu changed back to his original appearance and walked in with a swagger.
Although there were some independent cultivators hiding in the dark and spying, they quickly retracted their gazes.
He has lived in the market town for decades, and his skill in refining weapons is well-known.
Just over a year is not enough time for people to forget Master Chen in the market.
What's more, the weapon refiner's good friend is Master Lan Xuan, who is still teaching and imparting knowledge in the market.
If anyone is so blind as to dare to take action outside the market, maybe his spiritual sense has already noticed the movement here.
We arrived at the weapon refining workshop without any obstruction. The streets of the workshop were still bustling, but there were some unfamiliar faces.
The door plaque, which was decorated with many formations, looked as bright and clean as new. Chen Yu walked through the front hall and pushed open the small door to the backyard.
After more than three years of flowering, this sacred tree in the center of the courtyard has produced hundreds of long ears of corn.
Each string is about two feet long, and is quite small and exquisite even when hung on a tree more than seven feet high.
Fortunately, this spiritual tree soars straight up into the sky and does not stretch very wide, barely covering the yard, leaving four corners where sunlight can be seen.
As soon as Chen Yu entered the door, three birds fluttered down.
They hung on his shoulders, one on the left and one on the right, and one even dared to stand on top of his head.
Whether it is a cultivator or a demon, if they open their lives to life, they can definitely give birth to more offspring than ordinary creatures.
According to legend, for an immortal who can create the world with a single thought, it would be easy for him to have descendants with his own bloodline.
But this is meaningless to them, just a waste of blood, flesh and energy.
If one wants to obtain a successor with certain talent and potential, who has the opportunity to surpass one's own level, one will inevitably need to spend a lot of time and spiritual objects, and it may even hinder one's own practice.
For a little demon who has just started Qi Refining and has a low bloodline, raising three offspring at one time is already the limit.
The little sparrow's parents are not in the nest. They must have gone out to look for nectar.
The flowering period of the spiritual trees has passed. Although living on them can speed up their cultivation, they are still far from reaching the realm of fasting.
Ever since this pair of white-tailed honeyeaters built their nest on the sacred tree, they, who like to live in groups, have not called upon their friends.
On the contrary, if someone of the same kind wants to take it as their own, they will immediately expel it.
In the world of immortal cultivation, such spiritual trees are not rare, but each one has an owner.
A little bird like this that has just started to refine Qi can enjoy the shade of a big tree with its back, so how can it allow the monster to touch it?
Perhaps it was because he had lived in the cave of a powerful monk for too long, and he had gained some of that power.
Those of their own kind whose cultivation cannot keep up with theirs often have no power to fight back.
As these three baby birds grow up and are about to become monsters, they will have no rivals.
The three birds that landed on Chen Yu had full wings, but they had not yet grown into adults.
They have more potential than the previous generation, and their growth cycle is therefore longer, but their intelligence is no less than that of their parents.
It is also because of this that they are more delicious in the eyes of some monsters.
Therefore, until they had enough strength to protect themselves, these three white-tailed honeyeaters dared not take a single step out of the yard.
Chen Yu casually took out a small jade box, which contained spiritual marrow fluid of a young age.
Que'er also knew that this was a good thing, so she quickly leaned over to his palm and sipped it carefully.
Soon, there was a slight sound of breaking wind outside the workshop.
Chen Yuhe went to the gate of the courtyard, and the three timid sparrows were still held in his hands.
"Uncle Master, it's Uncle Master who is back."
Children are naturally lively and even if they have become immortals, they cannot be expected to be calm, especially when they are shouting and yelling in excitement.
Zhang Xuanji was only ten days older than his fellow junior brothers and sisters, but he also tried hard to put on the reserve of a senior brother and bowed to Chen Yu in a slightly unfamiliar manner.
As early as a month ago, he had completed the training from the acquired to the innate stage and officially became a Qi Refining cultivator.
The twins are a little bit inferior. The elder sister, Wang Zhiyi, is just entering the congenital stage and needs some time to be polished.
My younger brother Wang Zhili, it looks like he will have a breakthrough to the innate level in the next few days.
Of course, this is the standard for cultivators. If they were placed in the mortal world, these children who are less than eight years old would be enough to establish their own sect.
As for my understanding of martial arts, it is better than nothing.
The purpose of going from the innate state to the Qi refining state is just to better carry the spiritual power. There is no need to seek the secrets like ordinary people.
Zhang Xuanji stepped on the long sword-shaped magic weapon. With his thin spiritual energy reserves, he could only fly a few inches off the ground and run for only ten to twenty breaths.
The brother and sister ran all the way here, and their braids were a little messy.
The person who shouted the loudest just now was Wang Zhili. He had never met Chen Yu, but he had often heard Zhang Xuanji talk about the strangeness of this uncle of his.
Wang Zhiyi was holding a handful of pale yellow spiritual flowers in her hand. The white-tailed honey sparrow, which was supposed to be out looking for food, was now lying among the flowers, sucking pollen.
This was picked by Wang Chonglin in the sect. It is an ordinary first-grade, medium-quality flower, shaped like a lily but slightly smaller.
The fragrance of the flowers is elegant and distant, and has the effect of refreshing the mind.
For a seven-year-old girl, the greatest value was to have the clever and quirky little bird land on the back of her hand and play with her.