"About a thousand years ago, there was a powerful cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage. He created a huge castle in the current Cliff Mountain, which is today's large market - Dutian Castle. This master of the Nascent Soul stage has reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul stage, and his reputation is quite large in the entire Zhao State. The set of "Purple Vision Magical Art" he practiced is also rare among the Nascent Soul stage monks. The immortal world calls him Ziji Sanren..."

When Wu Ling talked about the Nascent Soul master, his eyes showed admiration, memories and other expressions, as if he had already put himself in that era.

"Although Zi Ji Sanren's cultivation has reached the terrifying late stage of the Nascent Soul, he still cannot escape the constraints of time. Over the long years, his life span has reached the limit, and his cultivation level will never be able to be broken through again."

Zhang Heng was speechless. Even the old monster in the late stage of the Nascent Soul was like an ordinary mortal, and could only helplessly reach the end of his life in the face of ruthless years.

The long road to cultivation is to disobey the will of heaven and compete with time. Only when you truly transform into the legendary "immortal" can you escape the constraints of this rule of heaven and earth, and live with heaven and earth from now on, and achieve true immortality and immortality.

Although Zhang Heng, who possesses perverted skills, his cultivation conditions are very harsh, there are no bottlenecks in the process of cultivation, and there is no inner demon, and his lifespan is much higher than that of cultivators of the same level. So overall, Zhang Heng is extremely lucky.

Of course, the Zi Ji Sanren can reach the terrifying late-stage of the Nascent Soul with the body of a casual cultivator, and he must have an enviable adventure on the road of cultivation.

"About three hundred years ago, Zi Ji Sanren, the founder of Dutian Castle, silently sat in an ordinary secret room..." Wu Ling's tone was filled with a hint of sadness, but when he was telling the matter, he seemed to be standing in the angle of a bystander and examining everything about it.

"After Zi Ji Sanren's death, the treasure he left behind naturally became the target of his disciples' competition. At that time, Zi Ji Sanren had two disciples who had reached the Killing Dan stage. One of these disciples was Ouyang Tiande now, but at that time, his name was Dai Yipeng..."

"Then Ouyang Tiande must have failed in the competition at the beginning, otherwise he would not have come to Fengxing Sect, a third- and fourth-rate small sect now." Zhang Heng guessed.

"Well, Ouyang Tiande was seriously injured by another senior brother, but at the critical moment, Ouyang Tiande's soul escaped." When Wu Ling said this, he still had a few regrets in his eyes.

Zhang Heng suddenly said, "So, Ouyang Tiande's soul fled to Fang Yunshan, occupied the body of a disciple of Fengxing Sect, and became the oldest ancestral master of Fengxing Sect now."

Wu Ling nodded and said, "At that time, Dai Yipeng, whose soul had sneaked into Fang Yunshan and occupied the body of a Qi Refining Disciple. The disciple's name was Ouyang Tiande, and he happened to have entered this Blood Killing Cave once."

"When the senior brother found out that he only knew that Ouyang Tiande was lurking in Fangyun Mountain, but he didn't know which disciple he had seized.

Moreover, Zi Ji Sanren had just died, and Dutian Castle also became a third-rate force. It was impossible to find Ouyang Tiande from thousands of disciples in Fang Yunshan.

In desperation, the other senior brother of Ziji San had to give up temporarily..."

Unexpectedly, Ouyang Tiande was so miserable that he was almost killed by his fellow disciples? Zhang Heng couldn't help but sigh.

At this moment, Ouyang Tiande is a powerful figure in a sect and is worshipped and respected by the entire sect. How glorious it is.

"By the way, who is Ouyang Tiande's senior brother? Is he still here?" Zhang Heng suddenly became interested in the Jindan-stage cultivator who was chasing Ouyang Tiande.

If the old guy Ouyang Tiande is able to force this field, that cultivator in the Killing Dan stage must be a person with superb cultivation and scheming skills.

Zhang Heng was now subject to Ouyang Tiande, and naturally felt a little awe of the person who could kill Ouyang Tiande and escape in a panic.

When Zhang Heng mentioned this person, Wu Ling sighed again: "That person actually has something to do with us. His surname is Tang, his name is Tang Fangzhou, and he died two hundred years ago..."

Tang Fangzhou and Zhang Heng could not remember this name in his memory. After all, when he was sent to Fang Yunshan, he was only five years old. How could he remember other elders in the family?

"Tang Fangzhou is the ancestor of the Tang family and your ancestor. You are his 37th generation descendant." Wu Ling looked at Zhang Heng calmly, and seemed to be thinking about something in his heart.

Zhang Heng felt a lot of waves in his heart, but he didn't expect that he was involved in such a complex struggle for interests.

In the final analysis, it is a dispute over interests between two disciples under the old monster in the Nascent Soul Stage. As for why the two fellow disciples compete, it is probably not as simple as Wu Ling said. There are probably more secrets here.

Zhang Heng suddenly had an idea in his mind, since Tang Fangzhou, or his ancestors, had been dead for hundreds of years, why was he sent to Fangyun Mountain to practice? He also entrusted it to Ouyang Zu's disciple.

In addition, why did Tang Fangzhou, a cultivator in the Immortal Cultivation World, take root in the mortal world and reproduce so many descendants? You should know that ordinary high-level cultivators will not be nostalgic about love and love in the world, pursue immortality and strong strength, which is what they need.

Looking at Zhang Heng's face full of doubt, Wu Ling smiled and said, "Don't think too much, after all, it was a few hundred years ago. Now we only need to seize the treasures in the cave."

Zhang Heng suddenly asked: "How did Tang Fangzhou die back then? Did he die naturally?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Ling's face suddenly gathered a little haze. After pondering for a long time, he said a few words coldly: "He was poisoned to death..."

Zhang Heng's heart was shocked. Such a cultivator in the Dan-Killing Stage would be poisoned to death. Could it be Ouyang Tiande's counterattack? This is unlikely. Ouyang Tiande had no time to hide from Tang Fangzhou back then, so he dared to run to Dutian Castle to poison it.

"Is his death related to Ouyang Tiande?" Zhang Heng asked, thinking, maybe some kind of change happened in this.

Wu Ling said in a deep voice: "Although both of them have practiced the 'Purple Vision Magic Art' of Zi Ji Sanren, at a certain distance, those who practice this skill can have some sense. However, the cause of Tang Fangzhou's death has little to do with Ouyang Tiande, and this can only blame Tang Fangzhou for his bad luck. Otherwise, even if Ouyang Tiande returns to his heyday, he will not be able to defeat Tang Fangzhou."

When Zhang Heng heard Wu Ling's tone, he found that he always seemed to be standing on the interests of Tang Fangzhou and was looking at the problem. He spoke in his words and derogatory, but he felt sorry for Tang Fangzhou's misfortune.

Next, Wu Ling did not seem to be planning to mention the matter between Tang Fangzhou and Ouyang Tiande, but went straight to this Fang Yun gathering.

"This Fang Yunji is different from the past. It seems that only the top 40 are admitted. I guess there must be other forces involved in this matter. Within this radius of nearly 500 miles, only Dutian Castle can stabilize the three factions of Fang Yunshan. Therefore, some of the places may be divided by Dutian Castle."

Wu Ling looked pondering and analyzed slowly.

Zhang Heng couldn't help but admire Wu Ling when he heard that he could come to such a conclusion. Of course, this was related to the other party's hidden in Fang Yunshan for so many years. I believe that Wu Ling knew much more secrets than Zhang Heng about the three factions of Fang Yunshan at this moment.

"Junior Brother Wu guessed it well. Dutian Castle did insert this incident, but the news I learned from Ouyang's ancestor is not the only one..."

Zhang Heng told Wu Ling again about the news about Bixue Xiangyun Sect.

After hearing this news, Wu Ling's face looked even more solemn, and finally sighed: "It seems that it is impossible to just swallow all the treasures inside."

Zhang Heng nodded secretly in his heart. Under such circumstances, Wu Ling's choice was almost the same as Ouyang Tiande.

Although both of them had great ambitions for the cave, when they learned that the power of Bixue Xiangyun Sect had intervened, they both decisively gave up their plan to swallow all the treasures.

"Even if we can get one-tenth of the treasure in the cave, this is already good." Wu Ling returned to his calm face and told Zhang Heng: "I hope that my senior brother can also control his greed. For us immortal cultivators, sometimes we can try it, but within a certain range of interests, life is important."

Zhang Heng nodded and said that the decisions made by Wu Ling and Ouyang Tiande were very rational, abandoning most of the ambitions and only seeking a few interests, so the resistance faced was much smaller.

But what they didn't expect from Ouyang Zu or Wu Ling was that Zhang Heng's strength at this time had completely exceeded their expectations.

During a small Qi refining period, Zhang Heng’s true strength can no longer be measured.

Suddenly, Zhang Heng thought of something and said to Wu Ling: "I wonder if you have medium-grade crystals in your hands, Junior Brother Wu. I urgently need some high-quality crystals now."

(Well, I feel the plot is a bit slow, and I am ready to start speeding up...)
Chapter completed!