Chapter 1560 Wang Zaiyuan
More than a hundred years have passed, and I don’t know what the Jiuzhou Continent looks like now. The Blood Demon Sect should still be there, right? After all, Lingxue Zhenren is a Yuanying cultivator with a lifespan of thousands of years. No one on the Jiuzhou Continent can pose a threat to him. After so many years, the seven major sects must have been completely subdued by the Blood Demon Sect. I just don’t know how the old friends in Qingfeng Hall are now?
Just as Qingyang was daydreaming, he had arrived at the edge of the Jiuzhou Continent. Not far ahead, near the outer sea, was a large city of scattered cultivators. Qingyang remembered that the name of this city was Ziyan City. He had taken the spirit ship of Wantong Pavilion from here and left the Jiuzhou Continent.
Considering that the current situation on the Jiuzhou Continent is unclear, and it is unknown to what extent the Blood Demon Sect had developed, Qingyang felt that it would be better not to show his true cultivation for the time being. I remember that there were not many high-level cultivators on the Jiuzhou Continent in the past. Not to mention the Nascent Soul cultivators, there were only one or two hundred Golden Core cultivators, all of whom were high-level people from various sects and were well-known figures. It would be inconvenient to show too high a cultivation level, so Qingyang used the Breath Concealing Technique to adjust his cultivation level to the late stage of foundation building, then put away the Wind-controlling Gourd and dropped it on the ground, and swaggered towards the Purple Mist City.
The cultivation level of the late stage of foundation building is not too conspicuous on the Jiuzhou Continent, but it is also a high-level cultivator in Purple Mist City. The cultivators he met on the road were all respectful to him. When he arrived at the city gate, Qingyang casually threw the entrance fee to the city gate guard, and then walked smoothly into Purple Mist City without stopping.
The Purple Mist City is still as lively as it was more than a hundred years ago, and even the layout of the city has not changed much, but things have changed, and the people now are definitely not the same as before.
There were many clever young men at the city gate. Whenever they saw a foreign cultivator, they would take the initiative to step forward and act as guides. They were all native Ziyan City cultivators. Their cultivation was not high, and they had no other way to earn spiritual stones. They could only act as guides to others to earn some spiritual stones to supplement their family income.
Seeing Qingyang's late foundation building cultivation, many people hesitated. Only a young man who looked very thin bravely came forward and bowed to Qingyang. Then he said: "Senior, I am Wang Zaiyuan, you can call me Xiaowang. I have lived in Ziyan City since I was a child and am very familiar with the surrounding situation. I wonder if you need me to be your guide?"
Listening to the other party's familiar words and looking at the other party's vaguely familiar appearance, Qingyang couldn't help but feel a little dazed, and the past seemed to be right in front of him. Wang Zaiyuan, it's fate. Qingyang nodded, then looked at him and said, "Who is Wang Chenggu to you?"
Wang Zaiyuan was very surprised and said, "Senior, do you recognize my great-grandfather?"
As long as a cultivator has not broken through the foundation, his life span will not increase significantly. For a low-level cultivator like Wang Chenggu, he has not yet escaped from the category of mortals. It is good to live to a hundred years old. In more than one hundred and ten years, ordinary people can indeed reproduce for several generations. If Qingyang had not embarked on the path of cultivation, he would have died many years ago, and Xiping Temple would have been passed down for several generations.
Qingyang said, "More than a hundred years ago, I came to Ziyan City, and he was my guide."
Even though he knew that Qingyang was a foundation-building cultivator, Wang Zaiyuan still couldn't help but take a breath. He had seen his great-grandfather more than a hundred years ago. That was an old senior, worthy of being a foundation-building cultivator. So many years have passed, and his great-grandfather has long passed away, but this person seems to be younger than himself.
Wang Zaiyuan looked at Qingyang and suddenly remembered something, and said: "Are you Senior Qingyang?"
"You recognize me?" Qingyang asked in surprise.
Hearing Qingyang's admission, Wang Zaiyuan was immediately very excited and said, "I don't recognize Senior Qingyang. It was only until I heard about my great-grandfather's past and heard the elders talk about the general appearance of the senior that I had some impression. My great-grandfather was just a cultivator at the bottom of Ziyan City. He barely made a living by being a guide for others. Until later, he met Senior Qingyang. The senior was generous, and my great-grandfather started to make a fortune. Gradually, he gained a foothold in Ziyan City and had a small foundation. It's a pity that the Wang family's foundation was insufficient, and my great-grandfather finally stopped at the late stage of Qi Refining. After that, my grandfather and father had ordinary qualifications, and the Wang family gradually declined. In my generation, they had to come out to be guides for others again."
The cultivators in the late stage of Qi Refining are also considered middle-level in a city of scattered cultivators like Ziyan City. If Wang Chenggu could cross the threshold of the foundation-building cultivator, the Wang family might be able to develop into a medium-sized family. Unfortunately, Wang Chenggu did not break through, and after his death, the Wang family returned to the old path.
The twenty or so spiritual stones that Qingyang casually gave out were nothing to Qingyang, but for Wang Chenggu, who was only at the lowest level of Kaimai Realm, it was a huge fortune. The Wang family gradually prospered from then on. In gratitude for Qingyang's kindness, Wang Chenggu never forgot about this matter and hoped to thank Qingyang in person one day. However, a hundred years have passed, Wang Chenggu has died, the Wang family has declined again, and Qingyang has never come back.
Since he is an acquaintance, it should be more convenient to do things. Qingyang said: "Your great-grandfather did a good job. I still have a deep impression of him. I came to Ziyan City this time to inquire about some information. If the information you provide here can satisfy me, I will not miss your reward, even if it is to restore the glory of the Wang family during your great-grandfather's time."
Restore the glory of the Wang family? Hearing this, Wang Zaiyuan suddenly became short of breath. He didn't expect that what happened to his great-grandfather would also happen to him. The Wang family was also very wealthy at first. Both his great-grandfather and grandfather were qi-refining monks, and they were even willing to buy pulse-opening pills for his father. It was not until his great-grandfather and grandfather passed away one after another that the Wang family began to decline. His father exhausted all the family wealth and was unable to break through the qi-refining process. Later, He died in depression, leaving himself alone in the world, unable to earn a single spiritual stone for three to five months, suffering all the ups and downs of the world, and tasting all the ups and downs of life.
If he could restore the glory of the Wang family, he would be willing to pay more. Thinking of this, Wang Zaiyuan fell to his knees and said, "Thank you for your mercy, senior. No matter what senior wants to know, I will try my best to find out for you." , go through fire and water without hesitation.”
Qingyang waved his hand and said: "It doesn't need to be so serious. I don't need you, a small monk in the open pulse realm, to go through fire and water. I just want to understand some basic conditions of the immortal world in Jiuzhou Continent and tell you what you know. Let’s talk about the big and small, and I will decide whether it is useful or not.”
Listening to what Qingyang said, Wang Zaiyuan finally understood why he had not seen senior Qingyang for so many years. It turned out that he had gone to the outer sea. Whether it was for the sake of the spirit stone or the friendship back then, for Qingyang Wang Zaiyuan knew everything he wanted to know.