Chapter 474 The Remnant Spirit Appears

Why did he spread the fabricated news of the Void Refining Cultivator in the sect... Qu Shentong was really confused about this.

But he believed that Wang Ba must have a reason for doing this, so he did not ask any more questions, but just nodded:

"Is there anything else I can do?"

Wang Ba was about to wave his hand, but he changed his mind and remembered something. He calculated silently and said:

"I beg the sect master to use twenty-four pieces of one-foot square fourth-level spiritual materials for me. They should be hard and full of spiritual energy."

"Twenty-four pieces?"

Although Qu Shentong did not understand why Wang Ba had such a request, he still agreed.

"I will have someone retrieve it from the treasury and send it to you later."

Wang Ba nodded.

Then he flew out of Chunyang Palace.

Qu Shentong did not waste time, and immediately called his disciples and instructed them on everything Wang Ba had just told him.

The disciples took the order and left.

Qu Shentong then sat back at the desk, looking at the pile of documents in front of him, feeling a little tired.

The downgrading of heaven and earth is not only reflected in the suppression of realm.

Including the spiritual veins, spiritual energy, and the growth of spiritual plants between heaven and earth, all have more or less impact.

Before, everyone focused more on the great disasters such as the inability to improve realm and mend the cracks in heaven and earth, and never noticed or cared.

But now everyone's mind gradually returns to daily practice and life, and they feel the aftermath of this great change in heaven and earth, and the profound impact on the cultivators.

As the leader of a sect, at this time, Qu Shentong can only lead everyone to solve the problem in detail.

This did calm the originally unstable sect, but it also made him physically and mentally exhausted.

With a bitter smile.

Qu Shentong gently performed a magic to strengthen his mind, and then he cheered up again and flipped through the documents in front of him.

After turning to the list of materials submitted by the Land and Objects Hall, Qu Shentong quickly sat up slightly, and couldn't help frowning:

"The sixth-level spiritual vein in the sect is in danger of overflowing, and it is necessary to disconnect the sect protection formation from the spiritual vein to preserve the spiritual vein... Once disconnected, the sect protection formation will lose its spiritual energy supply... The formation department provides an alternative method. Usually, Yuanying cultivators or fourth-level spiritual beasts can be used as spiritual energy sources, and the supply can be converted by mana in rotation to maintain the basic barrier. In wartime, it can be reconnected to the spiritual vein in an instant..."

"... Yuanying cultivators or spiritual beasts are needed, at least... 500?!"

Qu Shentong frowned.

He couldn't help but stand up and walk back and forth in the hall with his hands behind his back.

Although the report submitted by the Land and Objects Hall also said that the Land and Objects Hall counted the batch of fourth-level chicken spiritual beasts stored by the Beast Control Department and the previous Shao Sect Master in the Wanxiang Treasure House, totaling about 300.

But there is still a gap of nearly 200 fourth-level spiritual beasts or Yuanying cultivators.

The key is that this is only the minimum number of guards.

If the basic operation of the formation is to be maintained, spirit beasts or cultivators need to be rotated. In this way, the gap is far more than two hundred.

"So many gaps..."

Qu Shentong's steps are slightly depressed.

He walked to the table and turned back a few pages.

It was written on it that if the current speed is followed, it will take less than a hundred years for the spiritual vein in the sect to dry up and be cut off because of excessive extraction by the protective formation.

He closed his eyes and pondered for a while, then sighed softly.

He hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and wrote "to be determined" on the document.

Then he sat back at the table, put the document of the local natural hall aside, and buried his head in other documents.

...

When Wang Ba returned to Wanfa Peak, Bu Chan was rarely in the spiritual plant department, but was farming in the spiritual field on the top of the mountain with Wang Qingyang, who was like a 28-year-old girl.

What surprised him even more was that he saw a familiar and unfamiliar figure.

"Six pounds?"

"Dad!"

A stream of light flashed past, and a handsome young man with delicate features and a charming spirit jumped out of the sword light and landed in front of Wang Ba.

He looked more like Bu Chan.

Seeing this young man, Wang Ba was surprised and happy, and couldn't help but walk up to grab his arm, but he didn't know why, so he subconsciously held back, retracted his hand, stood still, and coughed softly:

"When did you come back? Aren't you supposed to be in Xihai Country with Senior Brother Zhao now?"

"There are almost no cultivators from the three continents in Xihai Country now. Master came back a few days ago to report his position, and I came back with him."

Seeing his old father who had been away for a long time, Wang Yi'an was extremely excited, and didn't care about his father's pretentiousness, and replied with a smile.

Hearing this, Wang Ba couldn't help but look Wang Yi'an up and down carefully.

Compared to the one he saw in Xihai Country more than ten years ago, Wang Yian is now a little taller. Although he still looks like a teenager and is full of vigor, his brows are more calm than before.

Even if he tries his best to restrain himself, he still can't hide the sharpness of a Jindan sword cultivator.

"The early stage of Jindan... is okay."

Although he was very pleased, Wang Ba's face was still slightly tense subconsciously.

There was a hint of pride in Wang Yian's tone:

"Master said that as long as I continue to accumulate mana, I will soon be able to reach the middle stage of Jindan."

Wang Ba was even more pleased when he heard this, but his face was still slightly gloomy, and he whispered:

"Although Senior Brother Zhao said so, there is no room for slackness in cultivation. You must not get carried away. Follow your master and practice steadily..."

"Okay, I only came back after six pounds. Don't act like a sect leader at home."

Bu Chan came over, grabbed Wang Yi'an and left, giving Wang Yan a rollicking look as he left.

Wang Hao's old face suddenly became a little confused, and he coughed slightly awkwardly:

"No way...what are you doing in the fields?"

Wang Qingyang, who was not far away, smiled and said:

"Master, my wife is planting some spiritual plants according to the ingredients on the 'Spring and Autumn Drunk' wine recipe!"

"Spring and Autumn Drunk?"

Wang Hao was stunned for a moment, and then he recalled it.

He had previously used the Eight Hundred Years of Spring and Autumn Drunkenness given by He Jiugui to understand the way of the soul. He had gained a lot and realized the value of this Spring and Autumn Drunk. However, he really had no time to deal with it, so he gave the wine recipe to Bu Chan and asked her to Have time to prepare.

Wang Bao quickly asked Buchan:

"Have the spiritual plants been planted? Is it enough? Not enough for me to find He Jiugui."

"That's enough. I am the deputy director of the Spiritual Planting Department. I can't get enough spiritual plants."

Bu Chan waved his hands casually, rolled up his sleeves and walked into the field, then greeted:

"Hurry up and help me, I'll finish my work early and have to go to the ministry!"

Wang Haoran.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I always feel that the junior sister today is not as gentle and approachable as before.

I couldn't help but muttered:

"You are the deputy director of the Spiritual Planting Department, do you still need help?"

Immediately, Bu Chan turned his head and stared with squinted eyes:

"What did you just say?"

"No, it's nothing."

Wang Ba laughed and followed him to Lingtian.

I casually touched a magic weapon specially used to sort out the spiritual energy of the spirit field, and got busy.

Wang Yi'an, who was following Bu Chan, was no longer the ignorant young man he used to be. Seeing that his old father, the deputy sect master, was so honest in front of his mother, he couldn't help but laugh.

Bu Chan immediately turned his head to look, with a hint of sharpness and danger in his eyes:

"why are you laughing?"

Feeling the dangerous aura like a natural enemy, Wang Yian immediately said seriously:

"I'm just happy that our family is reunited again."

Hearing Wang Yi'an's words, Bu Chan's sharp eyes couldn't help but soften a lot, and he nodded gently:

"That's true... You and Qingyang go and clean the fairy beans picked over there. I'll cook a meal later. It's rare for our family of four to get together. After dinner, I'll go back to the ministry."

"Okay!"

Wang Yi'an responded obediently and quickly flew out.

Wang Qingyang glanced at the picked vegetables and wondered:

"Master's wife, I'd better plow the land, I'm afraid that the vegetables will be broken into pieces."

"If it's broken, just break it up and eat it. It's okay. It's just a good way to practice the use of your magic power."

Bu Chan replied without raising his head.

In a few words, several people were arranged properly.

Wang Qingyang also flew over immediately.

As the couple works together, time flies by.

Not long after, Wang Hao straightened out the earth's energy, and Bu Chan also planted the spiritual plant seeds and seedlings in sequence.

Then Bu Chan quickly started cooking.

I haven’t cooked for many years, but I’m not unfamiliar with it.

It didn't take long for a table of dishes to be prepared.

"Mom, this fish is well cooked. I remember that the fish you cooked before always had blood in it and was very fishy..."

After relaxing, Wang Yian spoke cheerfully.

Wang Ba and Wang Qingyang on the side remained calm.

Sure enough, Bu Chan looked at Wang Yian with squinted eyes:

"Before, was it so unpalatable?"

Wang Yixin felt a chill in his head and shook his head like a rattle:

"Probably not, maybe I remembered it wrong."

Bu Chan snorted:

"Eating won't stop your mouth."

Wang Qingyang couldn't hold back his laughter and burst out laughing.

Wang Ba also raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

The air on Wanfa Peak was filled with a rare joyful smell.

At night.

The quiet moonlight fell in front of the bed.

The clouds disappear and the rain stops.

Bu Chan curled up quietly in Wang Ba's arms, like a quiet cat, and whispered:

"Do you really agree with Liujin and Qingyang going to Huangjizhou?"

Wang Hao raised his head, his eyes fell on the beam, slightly absent-minded:

"Hualong Pond is a rare opportunity for them... Don't worry, one is my son and the other is my disciple. Nothing will happen to them."

Bu Chan heard this and sighed softly:

"You don't want the disciples in the sect to gossip, right? This Hualong Pond is so precious, and there must be fights. Even you, the disciple and descendant of the deputy sect master, have gone there. No one can say anything about it after being arranged to go there. "

After hearing Bu Chan's words, Wang Yan couldn't help but tilt his head slightly, glanced at the woman in his arms, and sighed slightly:

"So many senior members of the sect have died, so why are Liujin and Qingyang so special?"

The room was extremely quiet.

After a long time, Bu Chan's faint voice came out:

"I know what you mean, and I have always remembered the kindness of the sect's seniors, but...you and Liujin are the most important to me. I don't want anything to happen to either of you."

Wang Ba was silent for a while after hearing this, and then hugged the body tightly in his arms.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

…

"After the Heavenly Dao Foundation is established and the elixir is formed, an innate spell is born."

"And when the baby was born, Xu absorbed too much power of the soul, and this innate spell actually transformed into a small magical power."

"Little Zhou Tian escapes and understands the magical power."

"You can use a hard object, a total of 24 pieces, to permanently carry 24 small Zhoutian escape and release marks. In a moment, you can use these small Zhoutian escape and release marks to continuously transmit in an instant... This is more practical than before."

Wang Ba sat cross-legged under the Jade Fire Tung tree, looking down at the 24 pieces of black ore that were like heavy iron in front of him.

These ores were sent by Qu Shentong.

They were covered with pores and were black.

However, they were actually quite precious fourth-level spiritual ore. Among the fourth-level spiritual objects, even if the texture was not the hardest, it was ranked in the top three.

"It is enough to carry the escape and release mark."

Wang Ba held a piece in his hand and felt it carefully.

With a thought, a ball of fourth-level spiritual fire quickly rose in his palm.

However, facing the burning of this spiritual fire, the black ore seemed to have no feeling and was as quiet as before.

Wang Ba frowned slightly.

So resistant to burning?

He called out softly:

"Erya."

"Gu!"

On the Jade Fire Tung Tree, a fiery red figure quickly flew out from the crown of the tree covered with fire leaves, landed lightly on Wang Ba's shoulder, turned his head gently, and combed his tail feathers with some mottled colors.

Wang Ba raised the black ore in his hand and waved it towards Erya.

"Gugu... huh?"

Erya tilted her head, and then quickly understood what Wang Ba meant. She opened her bright golden beak, and a ball of golden and red flames instantly fell on the ore.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the ore began to melt rapidly.

Not long after, under Wang Ba's control, a black token with a heavy feel and no defects was formed.

Wang Ba weighed it with satisfaction, and then gently pressed his palm.

On the black token, a divine mark resembling the Vermilion Bird was immediately left.

Erya looked at the mark on the token in confusion.

"Just draw it according to your drawing."

Wang Ba smiled.

Since he understood the divine pattern, he no longer stuck to the form. As long as the divine pattern was true, it didn't matter what it was.

After making a Dao mark for escape, Wang Ba copied it and refined 20.

He left three uncarved.

The Xiao Zhoutian escape magic can either permanently carve the Dao mark into the carrier or temporarily carve it on a carrier with a poor quality. It will break after use, just like the previous body seal technique.

Leaving three Dao marks is for temporary fighting.

After refining these, Wang Ba pondered for a while, then took out 10 of them and threw them into the Land Object Hall. At the same time, he also explained some things to the Land Object Hall Master Ma Shengxu.

After doing all this.

He suddenly had an idea and took out a damaged drum from the storage magic tool and placed it in front of him.

Then he stood up and bowed respectfully to the drum:

"Disciple Wang Ba, I meet the Master of Yuyang, please show up."

The drum was silent.

However, Wang Ba had no intention of getting up.

After a long time.

A slightly indifferent voice finally came from the damaged drum:

"That bastard Xun Fujun is right, you may be able to cure my injury."

A shadow of a boy in white quietly emerged from the drum.

He looked at him straight in the eyes with a hint of curiosity:

"How do you know I'm still here?"

Wang Ba's face was calm:

"... guessed."

The boy in white was speechless for a moment.

Wang Ba then asked back:

"Master, you clearly followed Elder Xun to repair the sky, why did you break away?"

"Bullshit repairing the sky!"

Even though the boy in white was a magic weapon spirit and was naturally indifferent, he couldn't help but curse after hearing this:

"Xun Fujun, this bastard, has caused me so much trouble! If I hadn't been injured in the battle with Han Yanzi, how could I have leaked the Dao domain and suffered a great loss of my origin!"

"Fortunately, this kid still has a conscience and deliberately used his Dao domain to wrap me up, so I was spared from the disaster."

Hearing the words of the boy in white, Wang Ba was a little disappointed.

He thought Xun Fujun had some tricks up his sleeve.

However, thinking of what the boy in white said just now, he couldn't help but feel moved, and asked curiously:

"Did Elder Xun tell you anything before repairing the sky?"

"Told?"

The boy in white frowned:

"He told me to come to you, saying that you are the only one in the sect who has the hope of repairing my body... He seemed to have mentioned something like 'ancestor', strange... Why don't I remember it very well, could it be because the body was injured?"

The boy in white couldn't help shaking his head, looking at his expression, it didn't seem to be fake.

"Repair the body? Ancestor?"

Wang Ba was slightly startled.

What kind of repair skills can he have? He is not a weapon refiner.

What's more, this is a fifth-level magic weapon.

"Wait, it can't be..."

He thought of a possibility!

Hide the truth and make it come true.

The power of Yin Shen! (End of this chapter)