"Thirty thousand proficiency levels. Now that elixirs are no longer available. One proficiency level a day. It will take about eighty years, which is not too long."

Tang Ping thought.

Ten years of seclusion.

The position of palace master is secure, and there are no major events for the time being.

Tang Ping got in touch with the casual cultivators in the east, but did not reveal his purpose.

This Eastern Qi practitioner's surname is Peng, and he comes from Pengli Ze (pronounced Li) Ze. Dongfang Pengli Ze, but not along the coast, is a place influenced by Haidai. It is not too far from Liangzhu country, the ancient city of Haidai.

There are many sects surrounding Penglize, among which there is a sect named Danjing, which is also known as Songmen in the world.

As the name suggests, it lives in seclusion among the pine forests, living forever with the cranes and feeling at ease.

The founder of the sect was named Hongya. According to legend, this man was a minister of the Yellow Emperor. He dug five wells, drew water to refine elixirs, and died here after the elixirs were completed.

Hongya Danjing got its name from this.

All in all, this is an alchemy sect with a very profound foundation and is worth making friends with and learning from.

This sect is currently in decline. It would be best if new alchemy methods and basic skills could be obtained from it.

In a remote shop in Jianxia Ghost Market, a white-haired old man wearing linen clothes with a flute hanging from his waist looked at the empty shop.

"Fellow Taoist Yudi! This shop belongs to you. We won't charge you rent for three years." Tang Ping pointed at the shop and said.

The old man used to set up a stall, but now he is just a favor.

"I can't do it, I can't do it, it's too troublesome." Yudi quickly refused.

"It doesn't matter, you and I exchange alchemy experiences from time to time, which can be considered as paying the tuition." Tang Ping waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care.

"Palace Master is too polite. The purpose of my trip this time is to travel, otherwise I would have to join the Mingzhu Palace."

"You don't have to be polite. You won't be staying here long anyway, so I won't lose anything."

"That would be disrespectful of me."

After that, Yudi lived here.

Tang Ping did not get straight to the point, but instead exchanged alchemy experiences normally.

As furnaces of Zi Xuan Dan were refined, Yudi could not help but be shocked by Tang Ping's stable techniques.

The elixir is not the key, the key is that this person is too stable.

There are almost no mistakes, the success rate of alchemy is extremely high, and there will be no particularly big mistakes.

"Comparable to the sect master."

Jade Di thought.

Maybe even the sect leader might not be more stable than him, which made Yu Di change his view of the southern monks a lot.

Other parts of the world call Haidai Dongyi, so why don't Dongyi regard people from other places as barbarians?

As for the Yunmengze area, it is even more barbarian among barbarians.

What he didn't expect was that these barbarians would have such tactics.

The following days were relatively boring. Apart from practicing, they just talked and established a good relationship with Yudi.

The surrounding geography is relatively peaceful, and countries don’t know what big moves they are planning.

A few years later, because Xiong Ba had not yet come out of seclusion, Xiong Yang plucked up the courage to enter the back mountain of the Chu royal family.

Night falls.

The fire pool on the top of the mountain was burning, and a tripod with three legs and two ears floated up and down in the flames. There was a lifelike phoenix on the tripod.

"This..." Xiong Yang had a bad premonition.

Wow!

At this time, the flame transformed into a human form.

"Your Majesty!"

Seeing this person, Xiong Yang knelt down on one knee.

"Get up, it will be your young people's world from now on."

Xiong Yang raised his head and noticed Xiong Ba's translucent body.

"Your Majesty...?"

"Yes, I'm dead, but it's not too bad to refine this divine weapon before I die.

This is the Phoenix Cauldron. There is a formation diagram inside the cauldron. You can enter it with your spiritual thoughts, learn how to arrange your troops, and even activate your bloodline. The phoenix on the cauldron can be summoned, and its power is unparalleled!"

As he spoke, Xiong Ba's figure gradually faded.

"Grandpa, I'm going to have people prepare for the mountain-cutting ceremony!" Xiong Yang stood up and shouted hurriedly.

"No need, my physical body has been reduced to ashes. My soul is used as fuel for the Phoenix Cauldron. The Phoenix Cauldron is still a little short of completion and cannot do without me."

boom!

As he spoke, Xiong Ba's soul shattered and disintegrated like a broken mirror.

The fragments merge into the tripod.

There was no grand farewell ceremony for this king who was both civil and military when he died, only his grandson Xiong Yang was alone.

Unknowingly, Xiong Yang burst into tears. This was not the so-called relationship. He and Xiong Ba had no relationship at all.

I was born and raised in Qunyu Mountain. The total time I spent alone with my grandfather Xiong Ba in this life was probably less than half an hour. They were completely strangers.

Xiong Yang cried today because he felt Xiong Ba's sincere heart for the country and the inheritance.

Xiong Yang only felt that a heavy burden was weighing on him. This was the belief of every generation of kings for hundreds of years.

Some kings may not have done well, but at least they have left behind indelible spiritual wealth.

The ancestor Zhang Qi, Taizu Xiong Ying, the first generation Wang Xiong Man, the second generation Xiong Ying, the third generation Xiong Ba, and now it has passed down to the fourth generation Wang, does he really have a chance to do well?

"I will rely on you in the future. The great cause of Jian Shang will be passed down from generation to generation."

Xiong Ba left these words and all his power merged into Feng Ding.

Phew!!!

Fire and phoenixes set fire to the prairie fire, and the sky was dyed blood red. On this day, historians and wizards recorded this strange scene.

Fire and phoenix set the prairie ablaze, and the king died.

Xiong Yang used the phoenix tripod to suppress the disobedience of some people and successfully ascended the throne. He also successfully secured his position by holding a funeral for Xiong Ba.

At the same time, there was also a commotion in the underworld.

Zhu Man, the eldest, was extremely sad. He never thought that Xiong Ba could do this for the sake of the clan.

Xiong Ying felt sad and depressed for a long time.

On the bank of the Xiang River, the bright moon looks like a white jade plate, and the earth is covered with a layer of silver gauze.

There are two lotuses on the water, and on the lotus are two peerless beauties.

Candlelight tilted her head and looked at Tang Ping on the shore.

Tang Ping picked up a pot of wine and poured it into the river at an angle.

"What are you doing?" Zhu Guang was puzzled.

"Pay homage to a person, even though I don't know him very well."

"Then you still offer sacrifices?"

"You don't understand." Tang Ping murmured to himself and talked about Xiong Ba's deeds. Xiong Ba's deeds of using his flesh and blood to refine weapons and pave the way for future generations deeply shocked Tang Ping.

"Predecessors planted trees for others to enjoy, harming themselves and benefiting the world. Shun also did this back then. If you can understand, you are not far away from enlightenment."

The two of them were deep in thought.

Chu State joined the mainstream and funerals became more formal.

King Xiong Ba of Chu was given the posthumous title "Wu", and he was also King Wu of Chu.

Xiong Yang ascended the throne and came to power to send troops to attack the Jing Kingdom, which was bound to sweep everything away.

"It's time to take revenge." Tang Ping thought to himself.
Chapter completed!