Chapter 1029: Longevity: My Steady Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Stable Chapter 1029 Time is Urgent!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Yin Jiuyou's kneeling left not a sound on Xuanming Peak.

News spread faster than Xu Zhangqing expected; within three days of Xuanming Peak joining the Qingmu Sect, Tiexue Peak had responded.

Tiexue Peak Master Xiao Sha, late-stage Spirit Transformation, never beat around the bush; he sent a Tiexue Order with a note of only eight words: "Willing to be the vanguard, awaiting orders."

No negotiation, no conditions, clean and decisive.

Next, Shuixian Peak Master Luo Qingyi came in person.

The former Shuixian Peak Master was Spirit Transformation Venerable Li Wudao, Xu Zhangqing's second son Xu Ping'an's master; both later went to Tai Xu Lie Yuan, and the peak master position passed to Luo Qingyi.

This female cultivator skilled in arrays and illusions had reached mid-stage Spirit Transformation; she brought three volumes of Shuixian Peak's secret Illusion Array Charts as a gift, spoke with Xu Zhangqing in the Qingmu Sect hall for an incense stick's time, then settled the terms of submission.

The former Chi Huo Peak Master was Dongting Immortal Sect Sect Master Chao Jin; later Chao Jin handed the peak master position to Yan Rong.

Yan Rong had a violent temper; at first he declared Chi Huo Peak would rather break than bend, never submitting to another.

But when Jin Gang Peak Master Tuoba Ye came in person and recounted in full detail how Xuanming Peak had been suppressed by a single tripod, Yan Rong fell silent for a night, and the next day led several thousand people of Chi Huo Peak, riding Chi Huo Peak, arriving mightily in Dongyu.

Seeing Xu Zhangqing, Yan Rong held back for a long time, then said: "I only recognize you."

Hou Tu Peak followed closely; Peak Master Yue Kunlun said only two words: "Submitted."

From Xuanming Peak's first submission, less than half a month passed; Tiexue, Shuixian, Chi Huo, Jin Gang, and Hou Tu Peaks all came under Qingmu Sect.

Plus Qingmu Peak, long held by Xu Zhangqing, the former Seven Great Immortal Peaks of Dongting Immortal Sect were all in one person's hands.

Qingmu Sect's mountain gate expanded by a full half in just half a month.

Disciples of the Seven Great Immortal Peaks gathered from all directions, various Daoist robes coming and going—Tiexue Peak's black armor, Shuixian Peak's blue shirts, Chi Huo Peak's red robes, Jin Gang Peak's gold clothes, Hou Tu Peak's brown clothes, Xuanming Peak's black robes, plus Qingmu Sect's green shirts.

Seven colors interwove, a magnificent sight.

On the Dueling Platform, disciples of different immortal peaks sparred daily.

Spirit Fields were reclaimed, cultivation methods shared again, pills and magic treasures circulated among the peaks; the whole sect bustled with energy.

Therefore, Qingmu Sect may not have Dongting Immortal Sect's name, but it had its reality.

The immortal peaks were still those seven peaks, and most disciples were still those of old.

The only difference was that the one in charge was no longer Chao Jin, but Xu Zhangqing.

In the days of gathering the peaks, many long-unseen faces appeared before him again.

Mo Sha was still the same old self, grim-faced, eyes always half-narrowed.

Seeing Xu Zhangqing, his lips moved as if to call "Junior Brother Xu," but the words died at his mouth.

The current Xu Zhangqing was a third-layer Spirit Transformation powerhouse, his aura restrained like an abyss, every gesture carrying an unangered dignity.

Mo Sha finally lowered his head and stiffly called out: "Sect Master Xu."

Xu Zhangqing glanced at him, then smiled and asked: "The matter of the Northern Domain foreign race—are you willing to make a trip?"

Mo Sha raised his head; in his gloomy eyes flickered a complex expression.

He was of mixed foreign blood, once out of place in the sect, with terrible relations.

His relationship with Xu Zhangqing could not be called good, only so-so.

Unexpectedly, the other went straight to the point, skipping all circumlocution.

Mo Sha was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Fine, I'll go."

Chu Qiu and Pei Mo came together.

Originally Pei Mo followed Li Lingbi, later going out for experience.

By chance he met Chu Qiu, also out for experience, so they returned together.

Chu Qiu waved from afar and shouted: "Junior Brother Xu, no—Sect Master Xu!"

He strode up to Xu Zhangqing, sized him up, eyes full of emotion.

Back then, that unknown junior brother in the Spirit Fields had now become a sect master.

But Pei Mo, looking at Xu Zhangqing, hid a barely perceptible awe in his eyes.

Before, his first words upon meeting would surely be asking for spirit wine; now he dared not.

Though the two were very familiar with Xu Zhangqing and still joked easily after meeting, their posture when speaking was ultimately different from before.

In cultivation level, they barely reached Nascent Soul Stage.

But Xu Zhangqing was different; now at third-layer Spirit Transformation.

A great realm's gap opened, not something one could ignore just by wanting to.

Su Jinli was coldly beautiful as ever, in one red dress, holding one red umbrella.

She glanced at Xu Zhangqing from afar in the crowd, but did not step forward to greet him, merely nodded slightly and turned to leave.

The two were never close, at most acquaintances.

Besides, they had not met for years, with no extra pleasantries to exchange.

Instead, Yu Shi came specially to the Sect Master Hall after arriving.

The two sat opposite each other, drinking tea and catching up.

Yu Shi gazed at Xu Zhangqing for a long time, finally saying: "You kid, you've advanced too fast; we can't catch up."

His tone held both emotion and regret, but no envy.

Xu Zhangqing did not respond—not that he didn't want to, but there was nothing to say.

The path of cultivation always depended on opportunity and ability; how far one could go depended on oneself.

He lifted his teacup and took a sip, transforming this silence into an unspoken acknowledgment.

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The Dongyu side was busy with tense preparation; the Central Region side was not idle either.

Demon God Kong Fang is not a reckless brute.

He has ruled the Demon Realm for ten thousand years, relying not only on absolutely crushing power, but also on suffocating patience and strategy.

After occupying the Central Region, He did not rush to strike out at the four regions of East, West, South, and North, but on one hand consolidated His foothold, while on the other hand dispatched the Demon Kings and Demon Emperors under His command to the various Secret Realms of the Central Region to explore those Ancient Cave Dwellings and Secret Realm Ruins.

The things sealed inside — Cultivation Methods, Magic Treasures, Pills, Array Diagrams, and so on — are Opportunities for Human Cultivators, and equally rare Resources for the Demon Race.

Kong Fang is not plundering, but absorbing and reorganizing.

He intends to grasp everything usable on this land into His own hands, and then use it to deal with Human Cultivators.

Moreover, not only that, He has also won over a batch of Human Traitors.

Most of these people are desperate outlaws; after their Sects, Clans, and cities were destroyed they had nowhere to go, were frightened out of their wits by the Demon Race's might, and willingly served as the Demon Race's running dogs.

They move among Human Cultivators, on one hand feigning to pass on information, on the other hand secretly leaking the Human Race's movements, defensive deployments, and the whereabouts of experts to the Demon Race in an endless stream.

The reason the Central Region fell so quickly and so cleanly, aside from Kong Fang's own terrifying strength, the intelligence of these "human traitors" was equally indispensable.

And up to now, the Human Cultivators' side knows extremely little about the identities and numbers of the traitors!