Becoming a succubus tentacle monster in the world of cultivation

Chapter 125: The End of Fusang (1)

Two days later, Geng Ling and Qingqing were teleported back to the attic.

After Geng Ling learned that Ancestor He was about to advance to the Mahayana stage, he went directly to Ancestor He's cave.

"Senior He, I learned that you are about to enter the Mahayana stage, so I came to lend a hand!"

Geng Ling called him "Senior He" and thought to himself, should he change his address to "Ancestor"?

Ancestor He walked out of the cave, feeling very happy. He knew that Geng Ling was probably here to give him the Immortal Fire and help him consolidate his realm.

As expected, Geng Ling drew out the Immortal Divine Fire and handed it to Patriarch He: "Senior He, I will be on Fusang Star for a while. You can use this Divine Fire to strengthen your cultivation and increase your chances of success in entering the Mahayana stage."

"Hahaha, okay! Thank you, young friend Geng Ling!" Old Ancestor He was very happy.

"Ancestor He, if you are done using the Immortal Divine Fire, you don't have to return it to me directly. You can give it to He Qing and let him use it for a while."

Geng Ling was very grateful to her brother-in-law. She had already detected the Qingmang Divine Wind in Qingqing's body, but the better He Qing treated Qingqing, the more afraid she became of He Qing.

Especially after that incident, she now doesn't dare to see He Qing.

"Okay, I thank you on behalf of He Qing!" Patriarch He bowed, and Geng Ling quickly bowed in return: "No need! No need!"

"Then I'll take my leave now, junior."

"it is good!"

Geng Ling turned into a stream of light and went to find Ye Chen.

"Brother Ye! Thank you so much for these three years!"

Before the people arrive, the sound comes first.

Ye Chen opened his eyes and felt a little resentful when he saw Geng Ling outside the door. She should have been awake but she insisted on pretending to be unconscious, which almost made him develop a demon in his heart.

Ye Chen opened the door. Geng Ling saw Ye Chen's speechless look and guessed it was probably because she pretended to be unconscious two days ago.

So he said: "Brother Ye, you should have some confidence in your alchemy skills!"

Ye Chen glared: "Why do I have no confidence! I just believe in your character!"

"but you!"

Geng Ling: “…”

After a moment of silence, Geng Ling finally spoke: "I thought you knew me well enough after all these years of knowing each other."

Geng Ling paused, then continued, his voice tinged with pride: "I have no character at all!"

This time it was Ye Chen's turn to remain silent, silently complaining in his heart, what's there to be proud of if you don't have good character...

"Well, okay, thank you for the He Qing matter."

"It's my duty!" Ye Chen waved his hand. Many of the herbs Geng Ling gave him were what he needed. His master had also regained consciousness with the help of the herbs in the past three years.

Geng Ling unknowingly made Ye Chen owe her a big favor.

"I came here this time mainly to ask you something."

"Fellow Daoist Geng Ling, just say it directly." Ye Chen sat casually in front of the alchemy furnace.

"Besides that Mahayana precious medicine, what other materials are needed to reshape the body?"

Ye Chen threw a medicinal ingredient into the furnace: "That depends on whether you still intend to keep your current form."

"Of course it has to be kept."

"That requires a bit more stuff. We need two more natural treasures of the same value as the Mahayana medicine."

"Once this pill is taken, it is equivalent to gaining a new magical power. You can change into a pre-set body shape at any time, and you can also change your aura. Unless you are a great tribulation master who can see through the source, no one can see through it."

After Ye Chen finished speaking, the refined pills were just taken out of the furnace. Although they were only Qi-recovering pills, there were more than a hundred of them in one furnace.

Geng Ling was stunned. What kind of a talent for alchemy was this?

Geng Ling paused for a moment before slowly nodding: "Tell me about the materials!"

Ye Chen summoned a blank jade slip and used his spiritual sense to engrave words on it.

After a while, he threw the jade slip to Geng Ling: "That's all."

Geng Ling was speechless when he saw the densely packed thirty or forty kinds of natural treasures. Just? You call this just?

Except for the three Mahayana levels, the rest are top-level ones in the fusion level. Even if you search the entire Fusang star, you can't get a few of these things.

She had never even heard of more than half of the rare treasures.

Ye Chen opened the furnace again. Geng Ling was shocked and wanted to turn around and leave.

Ye Chen said: "There is a great treasure of the Mahayana level in there, called Xirang, which I really need. Fellow Daoist Geng Ling, if you come across it, please bring me some. Thank you very much!"

Geng Ling waved her hand, signaling Ye Chen not to worry, and then turned into a stream of light and returned to Qingqing's attic.

A voice sounded in Ye Chen's heart: "Are you considered selling out your master?"

"Master, Fellow Daoist Geng Ling is definitely not that kind of person. Besides, she doesn't know you exist. I never thought I wanted the Xirang to rebuild your body."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry for worrying about you!" Ye Chen's master said in a somewhat stiff tone.

Ye Chen and his master have been together day and night for decades, and naturally they have become closer. They can already joke with each other.

To Ye Chen, he is no longer just a master, but a teacher and friend.

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Geng Ling returned to the attic and saw Qingqing still practicing body training. He did not disturb her, but began to study the formation. Although she was awake now, the seal had not been completely erased, and she would still fall into madness.

Geng Ling already had some experience with the eighth-grade formation, although he had only set up the simplest teleportation formation among the eighth-grade formations once, and it had failed.

However, with the accumulation of experience, Geng Ling will soon be able to truly become an eighth-grade formation master. Now he is not in a hurry to leave, so Geng Ling postponed the order of the teleportation array slightly.

She planned to set up an eighth-grade formation for the three forces first.

In the past few years, the ancestors of the three forces have all been to that battlefield. Until now, the battlefield is still filled with a strong atmosphere of tribulation. It is precisely because of this that the three ancestors dare not urge the He family to return the magic weapon and set up a formation for them.

Geng Ling asked someone to tell the ancestors of the three forces that all the formations must be delivered to their doorsteps within five years, and she was willing to pay double the price, but the magic weapons could not be returned because the borrowed magic weapons were all damaged. Only the armor of the Hantian Sect was left, and the giant tripod of the Zhao family was also half-ruined.

Geng Ling was really coveting the armor of Hantian Sect and was willing to exchange it for other conditions.

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The ancestors of the three forces are now gathered in Xuantian Sect with sad faces.

The Hantian Sect's ancestor sat on the ground with his hands hugging his legs. The nearly ten-foot-tall burly man looked helpless and said in a dull tone:

"Does the He family not want to pay it back..."

The Xuantian Sect's ancestor also sighed with pain on his face:

"Hey..."

Zhao Tianming pretended to be relaxed: "What do you mean you don't want to return it? You don't have to! I gave it to the He family voluntarily!"

Although he said so, his eyes were full of heartache. The ancestor of Hantian Sect was very contemptuous:

"Coward!"

Zhao Tianming immediately became anxious: "You are not afraid! You Newbie! Why don't you dare to fight the He family!"

"Hey, hey, stop arguing, it's unnecessary! It's unnecessary!"

The ancestor of Xuantian Sect began to play the peacemaker.

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