Chapter 1300: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 1300: Human Name Tree Shadows!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Nangong He did not hesitate: "I choose the Xu Family Sui Hang."

He grew up in the Four Directions Star Domain since childhood, and the Beidou Xianfu was even his aspiration.

It was the domain governed by the Great Dao Venerable.

It was where the River of Time surged.

It was the place all cultivators in the Floating World Four Domains looked up to.

Therefore, going to Sui Hang brought him one step closer to the Beidou Xianfu.

Childhood aspiration, today's opportunity.

"Good."

Xu Zhangqing asked no more, took out a blank jade slip, inscribed several lines of text with his divine sense, and casually handed it to the other party: "Take this, go find the person in charge of Sui Hang.

After reading it, they will naturally accept your joining."

"Thank you, Senior!"

Nangong He took the jade slip with both hands, did not look at the contents inside, and solemnly put it into his bosom.

Then he stood up and bowed with a salute, bending his waist even deeper than before.

The auction officially began.

But for Xu Zhangqing, who had already obtained what he wanted, there was nothing left here worth staying for.

Therefore, he directly stood up and walked out.

Seeing this, Nangong He immediately followed behind him to see him off.

The corridor from the private box to the front hall was not long.

He appeared silent, but the thoughts surging in his heart were more violent than ever before.

"Soon, I can go to the Beidou Xianfu!"

"What Grandfather did not achieve, I have achieved!"

"What Father did not achieve, I have achieved!"

The development of the Nangong Family had always been inseparable from Qinglong Donglu.

In terms of resources and connections, they were already deeply rooted here.

Wanting to leave, previously there was only one choice: to abandon everything.

But now, Nangong He had walked a path different from before.

"Crack!"

The great doors of the auction house suddenly opened.

As soon as Xu Zhangqing and Nangong He walked out, they discovered the atmosphere was subtle.

Outside the door were not the loose cultivators and passersby watching the excitement from before, but four groups of clearly distinct people, silently waiting.

The first group came from the Mu Family.

Leading them was an old man with white hair and beard, wearing a dark blue clan robe, with three overlapping spirit-leaf patterns embroidered on the robe's corners.

Several direct-lineage disciples of the Mu Family stood behind him, all with solemn expressions, and one of them still had red eye rims.

Obviously, the other party's relationship with the person who had just died was not simple.

Xu Zhangqing's gaze swept over them, and everyone from the Mu Family simultaneously lowered their heads.

The man whose younger brother had died moved his lips once, as if wanting to say something, but in the end not a single word came out.

The second group came from the Zheng Family.

Their lineup was even larger than the Mu Family's; not only did more than one elder come, but the Zheng Family Head himself came as well.

The Family Head was a slightly plump middle-aged cultivator who, in the Qinglong Donglu circles, was always known for his word being law.

Standing there now, he did not even dare to breathe loudly.

Behind him, the Zheng Family Eldest Miss was supported by two clansmen, with not a trace of blood color on her face.

The third group arrived inexplicably.

The leader was the Family Head of the main lineage of the family that the fleeing youth belonged to.

Moreover, it was a small family in Qinglong Donglu whose reputation did not even rank.

He stood there, positioned behind both the Mu Family and the Zheng Family, his body trembling like chaff in a sieve.

The fourth group had only one person, standing at the very front.

That person wore a single blue Daoist robe, with cloud patterns embroidered in silver thread on the robe, and a jade token entirely emerald green hung at his waist.

Nangong He hurriedly introduced: "Senior, this person is the Sect Master of the Qingxuan Sect, surnamed Mo.

The Qingxuan Sect is the number one sect of Qinglong Star."

"This Dao Friend."

Sect Master Mo stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said in a tone neither warm nor cold: "The Mu Family lost one person, the Zheng Family Eldest Miss was frightened out of her wits, and that junior who spoke recklessly even died on the spot.

Why not give my Qingxuan Sect some face, spare the life of the Zheng Family Eldest Miss, and also let off that youth's main lineage family—how about it?"

Hearing this, Xu Zhangqing's mouth corner curved slightly.

Appearing to smile, but the smile had not a trace of warmth.

His smile made everyone present simultaneously feel a chill in their hearts.

"Six thousand years ago, when I first arrived in the Qinglong Eastern Land, your Qingxuan Sect asked for a favor once."

"At that time, I also gave you face."

"Now six thousand years have passed, and you want face again. This Qingxuan Sect's face is truly plentiful, truly great!"

His voice was not loud, but everyone present heard it clearly.

Six thousand years ago?

As these words came out, it was like a bolt of lightning striking the crown of everyone's head.

Not only did their scalps go numb, goosebumps even rose all over their bodies.

The composed expression on Sect Master Mo's face solidified in an instant.

Although he knew the person before him was not simple, when he heard the four words "six thousand years ago" come from the other party's mouth, his heart shook with horror.

The Mu Family Elder and Zheng Family Head behind this person, their legs were already trembling.

That small family's Main Lineage Head, even more so, his knees went soft and he collapsed onto the ground.

The rest of the people, each and every one, were all unbearable to look at.

Even Nangong He revealed a shocked expression.

In his eyes was reflected the tall, thin back of the person before him, his pupils fluctuating violently.

Such a young person, unexpectedly lived over six thousand years?

His realm, his cultivation — wouldn't it be... thinking of it makes one shiver with dread.

"May I ask Senior, what is your honorable name?"

In Sect Master Mo's voice, there was no longer half a shred of the confidence of the Qinglong Star's number one sect.

"Xu Changqing!"

The moment the name was spoken, the entire street fell silent.

That Main Lineage Head collapsed on the ground directly rolled his eyes and fainted dead away.

He lay limp on the blue stone road surface, not a single person beside him dared go up to help him.

Sect Master Mo closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then bowed his waist toward Xu Changqing.

This bow was a generation and status lower than the clasped-hand salute from just now.

The posture even changed from equality to humility.

"This junior was ignorant, I offended Senior!"

Finishing these words, he waved his hand toward the Qingxuan Sect disciples behind him, then retreated to the side.

This posture made it clear he would no longer intercede for anyone.

Of course, it wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he didn't dare.

Who is Xu Changqing?

The Great Dao Venerable Seat's Eighth Direct Disciple!

The Yuheng Star Lord!

The Creation Dao Daochuan!

Any one of these three titles casually brought out could directly erase the Qingxuan Sect from the map of the Qinglong Eastern Land.

"Huu—"

The Mu Family people collectively let out a breath of relief.

The person responsible for this matter has already committed suicide.

According to the rule Xu Changqing gave before.

Either commit suicide, and it will not be pursued further.

Or flee, and the entire clan will be slaughtered.

Since the Mu Family has already paid the price, this account naturally ends here.

"This..."

The Zheng Family Head's complexion, at this moment, was as ugly as it could be.

In the past, the family's people being arrogant and domineering was of no consequence.

Now it's good — they just had to offend a person no one can afford to provoke.

Behind him, the Zheng Family's Eldest Miss finally couldn't stand steady, and softly knelt down.

Does she dare commit suicide?

She doesn't dare.

Does she dare run?

She doesn't dare.

She can only kneel here, waiting for her ending.

Right now, Sect Master Mo is silent, the Mu Family is silent, the Zheng Family Head is silent.

That Main Lineage Head who already fainted dead away is even more unable to speak.

Nangong He witnessed all this, and shocking waves surged in his heart.

He chose Sui Hang mainly to pursue his childhood dream.

He originally thought this choice was ascending to heaven in a single step.

Only now does he know, it's not just ascending to heaven — it's simply a carp leaping over the Dragon Gate!