"I'll be leaving first. You guys continue. Wanling City is now in your hands!"
Ning Ping's voice was still echoing in the elegant room, but his figure had disappeared with a slight twist.
Only two people were left looking at each other.
"Huh, this is eye-opening! This spatial teleportation, it's not easy for the entire cultivation world to achieve this level of ease."
Seeing the two people's shocked expressions, Gu Qing felt a sense of fulfillment and superiority.
Of course, Gu Qing was also shocked, and he was shocked by Ning Ping's powerful spiritual awareness.
Even though they were gathering here to drink tea, his spiritual sense was constantly observing the surroundings.
During these hundreds of years, he finally entered the monument and successfully broke through to the God Transformation Stage.
He was proud of this for a long time.
His Gu family is actually a powerful family in terms of spirit and soul, but he was completely unaware of it just now.
This is enough to illustrate the huge gap between the two.
At this moment, Gu Qing also began to take the matter of cultivation seriously.
Well, I must practice well in the future...
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Tens of thousands of miles away from Wanling City, on the top of a barren mountain, the space suddenly twisted, and a cultivator in a green robe suddenly walked out.
The green-robed monk is naturally Ning Ping.
If there were any cultivators here, although they could see Ning Ping with their eyes, if they used their spiritual sense to observe, there would be no one there.
At this moment, Ning Ping's aura was completely restrained within his body, which was a manifestation of returning to nature.
At first glance, he looks just like an ordinary young man.
Ning Ping looked in a certain direction with a faint smile on his lips.
However, a hint of coldness emanated from his eyes.
In the spiritual consciousness, dozens of miles away, several cultivators were slowly walking from a distance, their destination being a mountain village surrounded by mountains in front of them.
This mountain village is very ordinary, the kind that can be seen everywhere in this area.
However, according to divine sense, there are still some cultivators in the village, most of whom are in the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stages.
Including the cultivators who came over, their highest cultivation level was only the Foundation Establishment Stage.
The clothes these people wore were no different from those of other monks, and on the surface they looked no different.
Without exception, these monks all had a faint glow on their bodies.
Ning Ping frowned slightly.
It seems that the situation is actually much more serious than imagined.
You know, I have only been waiting there for a day and I have already gained something.
I'm afraid this is just the tip of the iceberg. The scale beneath the surface is probably beyond everyone's imagination.
As soon as those monks from the holy land entered the village, people in the village immediately came out to greet them warmly.
After a lively exchange between them, those people were welcomed in together.
Originally, all the monks in the village were gathered together in a hall.
Afterwards, one of the older and thin monks, who was also the most advanced monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage, began to preach under his leadership.
At the beginning, what they talked about were some ways of cultivation.
Then they started to exchange their experiences in cultivation, which was also the most popular topic among cultivators.
Ning Ping listened carefully and it was obvious that what the main monk said was beyond his understanding.
In fact, cultivators are very careful about their cultivation experiences, fearing that others will learn them.
These monks explained everything in detail, even some obviously advanced methods were made public without any concealment.
The monks who were practicing in the mountain village also listened to this with great interest, and each of them seemed to have benefited a lot.
The group of people had a frank conversation for several hours before it came to an end.
A man who looked like the leader of a mountain village walked forward and bowed.
"Fellow Daoist Cai, and all my fellow Daoists, I never thought you would be so open with me, Longshan! Today's exchange has saved us many detours. From Longshan, we would like to thank all of you for your generosity in clearing our minds!"
"Thank you, fellow Taoists!" The others also bowed in greeting.
"Fellow Daoist Long, please don't be so polite! We are all in this difficult time, and we should help each other. Otherwise...ah, we will just have to sit and wait for death!"
The monk surnamed Cai gave him a light support, then spoke with a serious look on his face.
"That's true! Life used to be easier back then, but over the past hundred years, it's become increasingly difficult!"
After hearing what the other party said, the cultivator surnamed Long also looked worried.
"Who says it's not true? I heard from the seniors in the sect that hundreds of years ago, the world of cultivation was full of flowers blooming, and breaking through the realm was as easy as drinking water!"
The cultivator surnamed Cai also responded with emotion, and recalled the prosperous times of the cultivation world mentioned by the elders in the sect.
"Yes, I've heard that too! What a pity! Those good days are becoming increasingly difficult."
It was unknown what the monk named Long was thinking about, and a look of helplessness flashed across his face.
At this time, the other people also came together and said something politely.
"Hey, Fellow Daoist Long, I heard that your ancestors in Longshan once had a great master with astonishing cultivation. Logically, your life shouldn't be too difficult... But from what you said, it sounds like you can't even cultivate anymore."
As the two of them walked out together, the monk surnamed Cai said in confusion.
"Hey... you're right, but we are just branches separated by who knows how many generations. I heard that in the beginning we could still receive the guidance of some ancestor, but later..."
The cultivator named Long looked embarrassed, probably because he finally had someone to confide in, so he continued talking.
"After our ancestors perished in the battle for the Holy Land, according to the elders in the clan, life was quite easy at first, but then we gradually became alienated. To commemorate our ancestors, we simply called this place Dragon Mountain! But hoping to gain any benefits from it is wishful thinking, as the main lineage has already taken advantage of us!"
"Ah... no need to think about it, it seems that some of the natural treasures that you should have obtained from Longshan were probably greedily eaten away by those evil people along the way!"
"Humph... who said it wasn't true? If my ancestors were still alive, how could they allow those scoundrels to shit and piss on us? Oh..."
As he spoke, the cultivator surnamed Long sighed again.
Ning Ping, who was far away, suddenly realized something.
In a battle in the holy land hundreds of years ago, there was a powerful monk in the fusion stage who died. His name was Long Shanjun.
If nothing unexpected happens, according to what the old man surnamed Long said, considering that this place is also called Longshan Village, the ancestor he mentioned should be this Longshan Jun.
In the subsequent distribution of benefits, there was some bias towards those fallen monks, so that their descendants also benefited.
