The first rays of sunlight in the morning shone into the room, the city woke up from sleep, and Zhao Qing also ended his busy three days and three nights.

When I opened the Dan furnace, I saw that the pills were all crystal clear, held in my hand, and the medicinal effect was perfect and even, and there was almost no waste.

Zhao Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

This furnace is not a high-grade elixir, just because very few people in the cultivation realm need it, and there are as many as five hundred kinds of materials required for refining, many of which are rare, so most of the pill shops only have one or two pieces in stock, and no alchemist has ever refined them in large quantities.

If it weren't for the fact that the person who placed the order did take out the contract with the seal of the city lord and paid half of the hedron on the spot, he would even think that the other party was making fun of him.

He is an alchemist, and the Dan furnace is all his property and reliance. Although alchemists are always courteous in the cultivation realm, they do not include low-level alchemists like him.

Danshi is divided into nine grades, he has practiced for more than 100 years to reach the third grade, the only commendable thing is that he is proficient in miscellaneous science, and understands the refining techniques of more than 50 kinds of unpopular pills that are not of high rank, plus Wushuang City has just been established and has not completely established a foothold when he came here to seek development, ten years of hard work, and finally in exchange for this mansion where a few fragmented spiritual veins flow underground.

Thinking that as long as he sent these Dingjie Pills to the City Lord's Mansion, he could get the remaining six third-grade spars, Zhao Qing was also a little excited.

The spar is certainly a joy, but more important than the spar is this order.

The Northern Regions and the Xiuzhen Realm are different places, and the division of forces here is dominated by families. It is difficult for non-members of the family to get a high position in the city, for example, the Sifang City in the Northern Regions is the private property of the Ouyang family, and almost all the positions with a little oil and water are surnamed Ouyang.

It is no exaggeration to say that in the ten cities of the Northern Regions, except for the Weaving Cloud City, which only accommodates female cultivators, the only place that gives a chance to loose cultivation is this Wushuang City, which was born only twenty-five years ago.

In the beginning, no one was optimistic about this rabble who came from nowhere. Out of the demeanor of the uncrowned king, coupled with the beauty and temperament of the leader of the nuns, Ouyang City Lord of Sifang City handed over the vacant land three hundred miles away from Sifang City to them to build a cave to settle down, and did not have to pay tribute to Sifang City for the first fifty years.

But no one expected that it was this team of 100 people--not even a god-turning period, the highest was only Yuanying, and the Jindan was also very few--actually opened a city and established a household!

After the news came out, the eight great families and nine major cities in the Northern Regions all despised this newly appeared Wushuang City as a mud city, sneering, just waiting for them to make a fool of themselves. Only the Smoke Cloud Fairy, the lord of Weaving Cloud City, sent some gifts and support because she liked the temperament of the female cultivator, the leader of Wushuang City, who was unwilling to bend her knees to serve men.

However, it was such a small city that started as less than five miles, but in just twenty-five years, it developed into the tenth city in the Northern Regions occupying 300 miles of land, with three spiritual mountains, more than ten mineral veins, a population of 100,000, and 3,000 monks!

The people who despised them back then are now all wide-eyed. Especially those children of the family who saw that the Wushuang City Lord was a daughter and spoke lightly, they were so ashamed that their tongues trembled even when they mentioned the name of the Wushuang City Lord.

Of course, the development of the past 25 years has not been smooth sailing, and the first two ore veins were re-excavated and discovered on the basis of the purchase of semi-abandoned ore in Jiulu City.

At that time, Jiulu City had the intention of pitting Wushuang City, selling two half-abandoned mining roads at a high price, and deliberately taking a large amount of credit, in order to make Wushuang City's finances collapse and take the opportunity to force the city lord to marry his son!

After more than 20 more than 20 mining of the veins that were diagnosed as bitter ore by more than 20 survey masters, a rare mineral crystal was actually dug up!

Wushuang City paid off its debts in one go, and slapped Jiulu City hard.

With the first vein, Wushuang City's pockets suddenly bulged. The city lord of Jiulu stole chickens and rice, and became angry on the spot, trying to tear up the contract and force them to comply.

It's a pity that the main cultivation of Wushuang City is not as good as Jindan Dajing, but his character is stubborn and difficult to bite, not only blocking the open swords and hidden guns of Jiulu City one by one, but also giving up half of the ore veins as a condition in exchange for the support of the Quartet City Lord.

After surviving the initial hardships, the Peerless City gradually gained a foothold.

First of all, the Sifang City followed the Weaving Cloud City and recognized the status of the Wushuang City and communicated with them, and secondly, the Wushuang City found another way and made a large number of magic weapons that could also be used by low-level monks, such as the Spirit Gathering Futon and the Guide Car, which consumed less and were practical, and were very popular in the market. In addition, there is no monopoly of wealthy families in Wushuang City, and those casual cultivators who are unwilling in other cities are also willing to come here, so that in just over twenty years, they have gathered considerable strength.

By the time the proud families realized the threat of the Peerless City, they had already made a decision, and they could only swallow the bitter fruit.

Today's Wushuang City, although it is still ranked last among the ten cities in the Northern Regions, the distance between it and Huaju City, which ranks ninth, is getting shorter and shorter, which should not be underestimated.

Zhao Qing was attracted by these splendid futures, and he didn't regret it after he came, because the future given by Wushuang City was indeed infinite.

Not to mention that there are many nuns here.

Because the lord of the city is a woman, there are also a large number of nuns who come to take refuge. Of the 3,000 monks in Wushuang City, 1,000 are female cultivators, and most of them have foundation building cultivation. This is rare in the Northern Regions, where the ratio of male to female monks is close to 10 to 1.

What is especially important is that, unlike the title of the daughter country of Zhiyun City, the Wushuang City Lord himself was born in the Qing Cultivation Sect and was clean and abstinent, but he never restricted the happiness of men and women in the city, as long as the two were happy, they could naturally be combined.

The female cultivators of the City Lord's Mansion can also pursue it if they have enough self-confidence!

It's a fresh fruit in the real right!

Thinking that he would soon be able to see those female cultivators in the City Lord's Mansion with extraordinary bones and temperament, Zhao Qing's face was a little more fond of it.

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......

In the deepest part of the ice field, in the ethereal fairy territory, a group of girls in light pink Luo clothes are busy shuttling among the rare stamens like butterflies.

Each of them is born with picturesque eyebrows, shining eyes, and graceful figures, but the corners of their mouths are too red, adding a bit of enchanting temperament.

These cardamom girls are all blood slaves.

The object of their service is a white stain that is now immersed in the depths of the pool of blood.

A line of water slowly rippled, white shadows gradually rose from the center of the water, thick crimson left pale pink tears on the snow-white clothes, and the black hair, which was already like ink, was soaked in the sticky lake water, with more ripples of luster.

He was born so beautifully, even if he only wore the most ordinary white silk robe, he would still be shocked by his elegance at the first sight.

In other words, because he only wore the most ordinary white silk clothes, he showed his graceful demeanor and brilliance like stars.

A real beauty, even if it's just a casual coarse cloth, is just as beautiful as her natural beauty.

He came from the water, and every movement carried an elegance that no one could match.

Walked slowly to the shore, took off the soaked robe casually, grabbed a robe from the jade plate held high above the top by the blood slave beside him, and put it on.

After decades of soaking in the pool of miserable blood, his skin became like the aged silk in the warehouse, with a delicate luster but a feeling of sorrow. Contrasting with the wrapping lilac robe, it adds a bit of fragility.

It's like a delicate and perfect doll that can be broken at any moment.

But he was real, and both his appearance and his presence were suffocatingly powerful.

The blood slaves waited quietly, and every drop of water that dripped from his body was a supreme tonic for them. But they didn't dare to lick it, not only because they were afraid, but also because the water droplets contained huge mana.

They are just the lowest blood slaves, and if they eat them rashly, they will definitely fall apart!

The man from the water raised his head and looked at the sky that had been absent for nearly thirty years after entering the Pool of Miserable Blood.

The color of the sky is still the same miserable white, but there is no emotion in his heart, all the memories are as if they were yesterday, but looking back at this moment, there is no emotion.

Love and hate are erased.

Looking at the unforgettable past, he even felt absurd.

"This is love? It's stupid. He whispered, easily dismissing the memory of Princess Miao Ling sneaking into the imperial tomb late at night to steal the heads of her ancestors.

No wonder the Terrans will never be able to cross the other side, and what they regard as all emotions, whether love or hate, is just as ridiculous.

All the entanglements in the world are ridiculous, only the other side is real!

“...... By the way, who am I? I used to be named Li Yeyin, but my current name—"

"Wuxin, you are my cousin and flesh and blood, Wuxin, the last continuation of the Spirit Clan. ”

A figure walked out of the void, dressed in serious black, exuding a splendor and majesty that could not be seen directly.

“...... You are...... Yang Yi ...... Emperor ...... Father ......"

He muttered several times, and finally remembered the identity of the future person clearly, and the emperor smiled with satisfaction when he heard this.

"Wuxin, after thirty years, you have finally forgotten those unnecessary emotions and returned to the true spirit race. ”

"Thirty years......" he muttered in a low voice, but for some reason, there was a strange thought in his heart, lingering and lingering.

"Yes, thirty years, it took me thirty years to make you completely break off love and return to the right path. ”

Emperor Zun said dotingly, he was a tyrant, but he was never stingy with what he liked.

Why is there always something in my heart, which is black, I can't see clearly, and I can't erase it?"

He muttered softly, a little confusion in his eyes.

Emperor Zun smiled, facing this son who was finally recovered, he was extremely gentle.

"That is a stain that you left for yourself before you entered the pool of miserable blood, and you said that you would leave this stain and cut off your attachment with your own hands, so as to preach. ”

"Cut off with your own hands...... Concern ......"

"Whether you love or hate, it's an obsession, and just relying on breaking off love can't make you completely reborn. You have to cut off your attachments with your own hands in order to realize the realm of ruthlessness and lovelessness. The emperor said softly, like the devil's bewitchment.

“...... Cut off the obsession with your own hands...... The realm of ruthlessness and lovelessness......"

"Don't think about it, unintentionally, you have just completed breaking off love, and you are still very weak, you need to rest well and consolidate your realm. Emperor Zun said dotingly, waving his hand and summoning a row of blood slaves: "Take the young master back to rest!"