Hong Yi nodded slightly, his expression remained unchanged, and he was about to speak, when suddenly his ears moved, and he heard footsteps outside, and then a woman and an old man walked into the room under the leadership of the slave in front.

"Hong Yi, you have finally returned from overseas!What about the deal between us?" The woman was wearing a snow-white dress with a ribbon tied on her head, which had a special exotic atmosphere. It was Murong Yan of Yunmeng Kingdom, who had contact with the other party when Hong Yi had not yet grown up.

The old man behind her was the master of the Yunmeng Kingdom master Chi Chai Yang, called Uncle Gan, and he was also Murong Yan's subordinate.

Hong Yi showed a smile on his face, raised his hand and released a divine light, in the divine light was a slender jade sword, Murong Yan saw this, and hurriedly grabbed it, and directly escaped the divine soul into the jade sword.

The sword qi exploded, and the jade sword exuded a fierce aura.

"This flying sword is really good, I didn't expect that the magic weapon you refined Hong Yi could actually play the role of blood pattern steel and nourish the soul thoughts!"

After Hong Yi obtained Gao Cheng's inheritance, he had already cultivated into a Taoist primordial god, and he could condense the true fire of Samadhi and refine some magic weapons, which was very easy for him.

And the magic weapon quenched with the Samadhi True Fire has the same effect as the blood pattern steel of this world, which has the effect of warming the soul, and after Murong Yan found out about this, she asked Hong Yi to refine the magic weapon for her, and she paid the corresponding price.

"Hong Yi, the breath on your body gives people a feeling of pure yang, without the coldness of ordinary yin gods...... Could it be that you have already survived the thunder tribulation and become a ghost immortal?" Uncle Gan was on the side, noticing that Hong Yi's aura around him was a little strange, and couldn't help but ask out loud.

Hearing this, Murong Yan immediately withdrew her attention from the jade sword, and then her eyes fell on Hong Yi, she was a senior disciple of the Xuantian Pavilion, she had eyesight, and after careful observation, she suddenly found that something was wrong with Hong Yi.

"The breath is pure yang, this is the breath of the Thunder Tribulation Ghost Immortal!Hong Yi, what kind of adventure did you get, I remember that when you left Yujing City and went south, you were only a warrior in the bone refining stage, right? I haven't seen you for a while, but you have reached such a realm? You know, the two hall masters of my Xuantian Pavilion and the three great masters of the Yunmeng Kingdom have not reached such a realm?"

Murong Yan shook his head, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

A faint smile appeared on Hong Yi's face, and he said: "Your eyesight is not bad, yes, I have already practiced the innate Yuan Shen, the Yuan Shen has turned into pure yang, and the strength is comparable to that of the Thunder Tribulation Ghost Immortal!"

"Yuanshen Pure Yang?What sect of exercises are you cultivating?Divine Soul Pure Yang, isn't it the legendary Yang God?How can there be a saying that Yuanshen is pure Yang?" Murong Yan frowned and asked puzzled.

"Hahaha, what I am cultivating is the innate immortality path of the Innate Sect, which is different from the ordinary Yin God Thunder Tribulation, the so-called refining and refining qi, refining the qi and transforming the gods, refining the gods and returning to the void, the innate sect where I am located, condensed the three treasures of the essence and the gods into the primordial gods, and after the forty-nine small thunder tribulations, I can turn the primordial gods and souls into pure yang, it is precisely because of this that the magic weapon I have refined can contain the breath of pure yang and have the effect of nourishing the soul!"

Hong Yi said, suddenly stretched out his palm and grabbed it towards Uncle Gan out of thin air, hey, a palm composed of vitality roared out, black and white vitality intertwined, exuding a vast pure yang aura, this is the yin and yang grappling that Gao Cheng had performed.

Uncle Gan was already a great martial arts master in the realm of practicing marrow, but in the face of the Yin and Yang Great Grab, there was no room to fight back at all, and he watched as the black and white palm took him to the side out of thin air. After a while, Uncle Gan recovered from his immobile state.

Hong Yi hadn't exerted his physical strength yet, and just relying on his Yuan Shen cultivation, he shocked Uncle Gan and Murong Yan.

"The Innate Sect? Why haven't you heard of this sect? Could it be a sect that inherits the ancients? The Dao of the Innate Sect's Yuan Shen and the danger of cultivation are weaker than the Thunder Tribulation Ghost Immortals!"

Murong Yan kept thinking in her heart, and then her eyes lit up, and she asked, "Young Master Hong, I don't know if the Innate Sect still recruits disciples, if I recruit disciples, can I worship the Innate Sect?"

"Aren't you a disciple of the Xuantian Pavilion?" Hong Yi was slightly startled and couldn't help asking.

Murong Yan showed a hint of complexity on his face and did not speak.

Uncle Gan sighed and said, "Young Master Hong, my young lady has decided to cut off contact with Yunmeng Kingdom and Xuantian Pavilion...... The elders of the family actually decided to send the young lady to the champion Hou as a maid, if we agreed to this matter, the consequences of the young lady would be worrying, so we came directly to the Jade Capital City and prepared to settle down here temporarily!"

"I see, but I still have to report to the master about your worship in the Innate Sect!" and let him agree!"

Murong Yan and Uncle Gan glanced at each other, Hong Yi already had the cultivation of a Thunder Tribulation Ghost Immortal, so his master must still be above him in strength, and he was another Thunder Tribulation Ghost Immortal.

In the past, a martial arts master in the marrow cultivation realm or a divine soul master in the possession realm could dominate the world, but in the past few years, martial saints and ghosts and immortals have emerged in an endless stream, and the original martial arts master has gradually become an ordinary person.

The two naturally didn't expect that with the passage of time, Hong Yi would grow rapidly, and it wouldn't be long before even the Martial Saints would emerge one by one.

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In the western mountains, in the dark night, cold and miserable, the slightly dilapidated Qiuyue Temple towers among the dead trees, the wind blows the grass, and the cries of foxes and wild wolves are heard in the distance. In this kind of cold night, the cold wind blows, and the wolf and fox howl, which has a sad and gloomy atmosphere.

Hong Yi walked slowly, walking along the path of the West Mountain towards a hillside, followed by twenty or thirty slaves, and it had been a year since he last came to the West Mountain.

"A year ago, I was still a powerless scholar, and I was lucky enough to meet Miss Yuanfei, Mr. Bai, and the master! If it weren't for the master's teaching and acceptance of me as an apprentice, maybe I would still be trapped in the Hou Mansion now, looking at the faces of Mrs. Zhao and those slaves! And now, my physical body has reached the level of a martial saint and a primordial god has reached the level of a thunder tribulation ghost immortal. According to the innate immortal path, I am now at the fourth order. It's still half a step away from the fifth order!"

Hong Yi returned to the familiar place, and his heart was full of emotion. I have a sincere gratitude to my master Gao Cheng in my heart. I don't know where Master is now.

He quickened his pace, and there were more than twenty slaves behind him, carrying wine, fruits, incense and candles, and so on, ready to come to the side of the west mountain to worship his mother. His mother, Meng Bingyun, died of vomiting blood many years ago, and was buried in desolation on this West Mountain, with only a small grave bag to prove the existence of her, the previous saint of Taishang Dao.

At this time, Hong Yi suddenly stopped, and he saw a figure standing in front of his mother's grave, this person was the Taishi of the Daqian Dynasty, Wuwen Marquis Hong Xuanji.