Somewhere in the mountains in the north, mountains and rivers intersected with the lake and sky. It was a beautiful scenery.
It was the end of spring in the third year of Shenyuan. The chilly spring wind blew into the bones, but it could not stop the passionate hearts of those who attended the meeting.
Those who were versed in history might know the ancient name of this mountain — Wolf Storey.
The Great Wall Summit was held here.
Surprisingly, the venue was not within China's borders.
The organizer was the Cloud Fog City, located in the center of the Eastern Wilderness, with influence over the surrounding countries. It was not China's Truth Department.
At the lakeside, the water was still faintly frozen.
Many cultivators gathered by the lake. Some were dressed in Taoist robes, some in monk robes, and some in suits and leather shoes. There were all kinds of cultivators.
"Master Ma, it's been a while. Your aura is rippling, and your hair has turned black. You're just as lively as this Wolf Storey. Could it be that you've …" Someone greeted an old Taoist in surprise.
"Haha, it's all the blessings of God. I was just lucky to break through." An old Taoist with half black and half white hair said politely.
"That's how it should be. Immortal Master Ma has slain many demons and devils. Among cultivators, I'm afraid he's only second to the Venerable Dragon God. It's only right that he's blessed by the heavens. It's only right that he's blessed by the heavens."
The Dragon God had a high threshold, and he did not like to socialize with humans. He only liked to mingle with beasts, so there were only a few people who could socialize with him.
Many people could not even find a way to give him gifts. Although he was rumored to be greedy, he had never used his reputation to receive gifts. After all, he was a hero …
Moreover, this Taoist Master was rather popular. He liked to communicate with people of the same path, so it was easy for him to make friends.
There were many sects in China's Dao Alliance. The Taoist Master had the highest cultivation base, so he was the leader.
Ma Futian enjoyed being the center of attention very much. He chatted with the crowd and shared some of his cultivation insights, which earned him a lot of praise from the crowd.
He cultivated hard and slayed demons everywhere, all for the sake of bringing the nameless Mount Indigo Monastery to greater heights.
Now, it seemed that he had achieved his goal.
At least in the Dao Alliance, the Taoist Master that he inherited had already surpassed the so-called famous sects in terms of reputation and strength.
In the Dao Alliance, the so-called orthodox lineages, be it the Righteous First Sect or the Complete Zhen Sect, had passed down numerous and complicated pills and talismans since ancient times. However, most of them were useless.
With the recovery of Yuan Qi, they thought that their sects would be able to shine. However, when they circulated their ancestral cultivation techniques, they discovered that they could not mobilize their Yuan Qi at all. They could not cultivate at all.
Only an extremely small number of heart tempering methods had a bit of brilliance, able to temper one's soul and will, establishing a foundation.
Ma Futian was different. His cultivation method was not inherited from his ancestors. Instead, he had relied on various means to kill a man-eating demon from the Upper Realm when he was out traveling in his early years. He had obtained a secret cultivation method from the Upper Realm from the demon.
That demon actually had a powerful background, but just like the River God of the Sky River, it was also trapped by Elder Ancestor Bai's trap, causing its power to be greatly reduced. That was how Old Master Ma managed to take advantage of it. After that, he cultivated all the way to become the number one master among the people in China.
From this, it could be seen why Elder Ancestor Bai had Heavenly Merit. It was all because of his actions. Although his intention was to eliminate his competitors, he had unintentionally benefited many people in this realm.
A young Taoist beside him, on the other hand, was not enthusiastic about the scene of everyone praising him. He hid at the side, daydreaming.
"Ping Er, don't be so absent-minded. Talk to your peers more. You've been cultivating alone at home. Your motivation for cultivation has been lacking lately, and you don't know how fast you're progressing. Talking to your peers will solve this problem. "Ma Futian secretly transmitted his voice.
"Dad, as a Taoist, don't we have to talk about purity and inaction?" As a former internet addict, Ma Ping never liked to communicate with others.
"What do you know? Don't be fooled by those boring Taoist classics! Cultivation is all about advancing bravely, diligently, and diligently. What motivation would there be to cultivate if one were to sit around and talk about the Dao all day long? What kind of progress would there be in cultivation? "Ma Futian said in a tone that sounded as if he hated his son for not becoming a dragon.
"Got it. I'll go find someone to talk to," Ma Ping said honestly.
"That's good. Remember, your target is the geniuses of the Azure Mountain, not the common folk. Never forget the lesson that Gu Buwei taught you." Old Master Ma reminded him.
"Understood." Ma Ping's expression froze, as if he had fallen into that terrible situation again. He had smeared the Azure Mountain on the internet and was discovered by the other party. It was only because his new junior brother had sold himself that he managed to escape.
He wondered how his junior brother was doing in the Azure Mountain Gate.
After not seeing him for more than a year, he must have been cuckolded … After all, the Azure Mountain's techniques required dual cultivation. It was impossible not to find a partner, or else he would have to bear the risk of being cuckolded.
Ma Ping felt extremely uncomfortable thinking about this. He was an honest man, but he had let others shoulder the responsibility for the trouble he had caused. This guilt had always been weighing on his heart.
"Very well, it seems like you haven't forgotten. You must remember, if you want to show your holiness in front of others, you have to suffer behind the scenes, and you have to suffer a lot. Look at the Venerable Dragon God. He's respected by so many people, and they don't dare to say anything bad about him behind his back. That's because he's always cultivating and never slacking off. That's how he's able to become so powerful. "
Ma Ping nodded silently and gritted his teeth. Yes, he had to suffer.
The Venerable Dragon God was so impressive on the surface, but behind the scenes, he had to suffer a lot …
Maybe there were some genius bookworms who could learn to be number one while lying down. However, in order to become a master and leave their name in history, which one of them did not suffer a lot …
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"Mr. Rich Boss, can't you wake up a little? You're the one who attended the meeting today." The System said gloomily to a fellow who was sleeping soundly in the lounge.
"I know, I know. Don't nag me all the time, okay? I know what I'm doing, it's just a small occasion. "Fang Ning said, but he quickly got out of bed.
"Do you still have the ceremonial robe I wore to the Heavens and Earth? Put it on for me. "
"Is it suitable for you to wear it?"
"I don't know if it's suitable or not, but I know it's more stylish." Fang Ning walked out of the lounge.
…
Not long after, Vigilante A, who was dressed in a long Han robe, leisurely descended from the sky and landed on Wolf Storey Mountain.
"Look, it's the Venerable Dragon God!"
The crowd immediately abandoned Old Master Ma and surrounded Vigilante A.
What a joke, ordinary people could not even get close to this great god.
He came and went in the clouds every day and walked in the sky … Those who had the ability to catch up to him and talk to him did not need to.
Now that there was a rare opportunity, they could at least get familiar with him and ask for his WeChat. In case they were targeted by evil spirits in the future, they would have a place to spend money to avoid disaster.
Ma Futian saw this with a complicated expression. He shook his head and sighed, then walked over.
He still had something he wanted to ask this great god for help.
"Venerable One, it's been a long time. Do you still remember me? I'm Liu Xiong … Last year, you were the one who killed the evil spirit in our family and saved the lives of our family. "A fat man with an oily face began to claim connections.
"I remember, I remember. Your family seems to be mining, right?" Fang Ning nodded and said.
"Yes, yes, the Venerable One has a good memory. Recently, we've dug out a few rare mother ores. I'll give them to the Venerable One later. "Liu Xiong said excitedly.
"No, no, you've already repaid me on the spot for saving your life. I don't accept undeserved rewards. It's better to sell them at a fair price later. "Fang Ning shook his head.
"Uh, that's fine too." Liu Xiong knew this person's personality, so he did not insist.
"Venerable One, I'm Zhao Long. You've saved my life before. At that time, I was possessed by the devil in my cultivation and attracted a group of evil spirits to devour my essence. It was you who descended from the sky …" Another person came forward to strike up a conversation.
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