A small casual cultivator!

Chapter 878 New Year’s Plan

Time flies, and another decade has passed.

Fairyland.

In the vast mountains.

A mountain rises straight into the sky, with no end in sight, stretching endlessly like the backbone of the world.

At the foot of the mountain, an ancient road that has been deposited for who knows how many years winds up. On one side of the road, there is a half-mountain that was cut in half by a sword from top to bottom. On the mountain wall, there are ten large, vigorous and powerful characters.

Left: The human race is full of vigor.

Right: There is Kunlun in heaven and earth.

This is the holy land of the human race on Cangming Star, Kunlun Mountain.

At this time, on the top of a peak, two old men with a majestic aura stood with their hands behind their backs, gazing into the distance. Their gazes were extremely deep, as if they could see through everything.

The old man standing on the left stretched out his hand, with mist lingering between his palms. After taking a look, he muttered to himself: "The demon tribe's offensive will soon be unable to hold out."

The old man next to him frowned and said, "This is not good. Now is not the right time."

"It seems that it is time to recall the immortal forces outside the domain."

"Without the distraction, the demon tribe will be able to concentrate their strength better. The future offensive will be more fierce. We must be prepared to suffer greater casualties."

"The success or failure of a thousand-year plan depends on this one move."

The old man clenched his fist and an invisible aura burst out, shattering all the white clouds within a radius of 100,000 miles.

……

Outland.

Haoyue City.

In the past ten years, the city has changed a lot, with tall buildings and bustling crowds.

In Chunyang Palace.

"boom!"

Dozens of ghost cultivators, accompanied by gusts of cold wind, rushed towards the man in the middle.

But before he reached him, he was struck back by the thunder emanating from the man's surroundings.

It was Lu Luan who was practicing with those ghost cultivators.

But it was not over after they were knocked away. Lu Luan pressed down his hand and used his control over space to solidify the space. The bodies of those ghost cultivators were instantly fixed in mid-air and unable to move.

Then only a dull shout was heard.

Thunder that covered the sky and the sun fell towards them.

"Ahhhh!"

Screams came from the mouths of those ghost cultivators.

Lu Luan's thunder is cold and yin in nature. Although it is beneficial to ghost cultivators, it is thunder after all, with terrifying power. It has a restraining effect on evil spirits. If the power is too great, it will also cause injuries.

However, after dealing with them for ten years, even if facing more than a dozen ghost cultivators at a time, he can control the power of thunder very accurately.

Although the screams of those ghost cultivators were terrifying, their spirits were not injured. In fact, they became more condensed under the pressure of thunder.

Everything has its limits. A more condensed spirit body can allow them to last longer under the pure yang thunder and make it easier for them to transform into a yang god.

Thanks to Lu Luan's efforts, more than twenty ghost cultivators have successfully transformed into Yang Gods in ten years. When Deng Feng and Du Heyan controlled the Chunyang Palace, it was considered a successful transformation in a year.

It has more than doubled now, but the downside is that it is too energy-consuming.

It is obvious how difficult the transformation is. No wonder the Haoyue Sect does not attach importance to this, because it is not cost-effective. It would be much more cost-effective to train disciples with this energy.

The lightning struck for more than ten breaths, and seeing that it was almost time, Lu Luan stopped the attack.

The ghost cultivators around were panting and extremely weak.

But Lu Luan didn't give them time to rest, and said, "Continue."

Those ghost cultivators no longer had any strength left, but they still gritted their teeth and continued to attack.

After all that Lu Luan had gone through, he was already very tired.

Another quarter of an hour later.

All the ghost cultivators fell to the ground exhausted.

"almost."

Seeing that they had reached their limit, Lu Luan released thunder to restore them.

He was originally a cultivator of magic, and he practiced ice-attributed techniques. The thunder erupted from his spiritual fetus, which was a rare good thing for a ghost.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, your spirit body is much stronger than it was two months ago. Do you think you can endure a few more Pure Yang Thunders?"

Lu Luan walked up to a middle-aged ghost cultivator and asked.

This man was originally a disciple with the cultivation level of the middle stage of the Golden Core. He died in the Demon Dynasty. Fortunately, his fellow disciples rescued him in time, so his soul was not taken away by the magic weapon of the demon clan that could absorb souls.

"I feel like I can handle seven more."

The man said with great confidence.

"Really?" Lu Luan looked at the female ghost cultivator next to him: "Daoyou Zhao, do you think Daoyou Chen can do it?"

The female ghost shook her head and said, "I don't believe it. I think he can only hold out for five more Pure Yang Thunderbolts at most."

"We'll have a competition then." The man was very unconvinced, and then assured Lu Luan: "Elder Lu, I will keep my word."

“Don’t talk big in front of me. If you faint before you can withstand seven more Pure Yang Thunders, I won’t pay attention to you in the future.” This is exactly the effect Lu Luan wanted.

"I won't let you down." The man's eyes were firm.

"it is good."

Lu Luan nodded, then walked towards another ghost cultivator.

Over the years, he has become familiar with all the ghost cultivators in Chunyang Palace and knows each one of their personalities clearly.

After giving clear instructions to this group of ghost cultivators, he recruited other ghost cultivators over.

Repeat the previous process.

A busy day just passed by.

At dusk, he returned to his residence.

This has been the rhythm of my life over the years. I have been running Chunyang Palace wholeheartedly according to my own ideas. In the past ten years, I have not thought about any cultivation and have been in a completely relaxed state.

"Brother Lu, you're back."

Lin Xi was decorating the yard, apparently planning to rearrange it.

Seeing the people in the yard, Lu Luan smiled.

Said: "There is a ghost cultivator who should be able to transform soon."

"It seems your efforts were not in vain."

Lin Xi said with a smile.

In ten years, except that her temperament has become more mature, her appearance has not changed much.

"It's all thanks to you."

Lu Luan walked behind her and held her in his arms.

Thanks to Lin Xi's help, he was able to transform Chunyang Palace into its current state.

"What are you doing?"

Lin Xi put down the work in his hands and turned around and said, "My cultivation has now reached a bottleneck. When I was practicing today, a scene of a small courtyard suddenly popped up in my mind. I am now trying to reshape that small courtyard to see if I can find an opportunity to break through the bottleneck."

Lin Xi didn't use any magical powers at all, he was just like an ordinary person, and there was still some dirt on his face.

"What sight?"

Lu Luan asked curiously.

Lin Xi’s practice method is special, this may be a sign.

Lin Xi waved his hand in front of him, and a picture appeared.

Lu Luan looked and saw that it was actually the place where they lived, but the layout was slightly different. The yard was deserted now, but the scene inside was very warm and had a homey feel.

In comparison, this yard now always feels like something is missing.

"strangeness."

Lu Luan frowned slightly, puzzled.

What exactly is missing? This feeling is very vague.

"Have you asked the elders?"

Lu Luan asked.

"I asked, but they all said they didn't know. They just said that this might be a sign of the sixth mark of the Seven Emotions Temple, and I have to figure it out myself."

"No hurry, let's decorate the courtyard to look like the scene."

"Cough cough."

Just as the two were whispering, a cough was heard from the pavilion behind them.

Lu Luan looked back and saw that the person coming was a middle-aged man. He looked very familiar. He was the great elder of the true teachings, Mo Yunqin.

Lu Luan quickly let go of his hand.

"excuse me."

Mo Yunqin was silent for a while before speaking.

"I've met the Great Elder."

"I've met the Great Elder."

The two of them bowed and saluted.

"No need to be polite."

Mo Yunqin poured himself a cup of tea.

Lu Luan walked over and sat opposite him, "Great Elder, you are out of retreat."

Mo Yunqin was previously in seclusion trying to reach the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

"Alas, I am old after all. I have been in seclusion for so long but have not made any progress at all."

As he spoke, a look of desolation appeared in Mo Yunqin's eyes.

He is almost five hundred years old, which is already quite old. At this age, if he fails this time, it will become increasingly difficult for him to reach a higher realm in the future. If he cannot break through now, there is little hope for him in the future.

In fact, Mo Yunqin's aptitude is not much worse than Lu Luan, who has fused the blood of a dragon.

"The sect's resources are too scarce right now."

Lu Luan sighed and said, after fighting in this extraterritorial battlefield for so many years, the Haoyue Sect’s resources have been almost exhausted.

"How is your cultivation now?" Mo Yunqin asked.

The reason he came this time was to check on Lu Luan's cultivation status. He also learned that the problem Lu Luan was facing now was the obstruction of the fusion of his soul and his spirit.

Lu Luan replied: "Currently, the soul and the spirit have been integrated by 70%."

"That's good. It looks like you can reach the Nascent Soul stage in the next ten years." Mo Yunqin nodded with satisfaction and continued to warn: "Elder Lu, you are also over 200 years old. You must break through early. Don't be like me. You have the potential to break through to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. And as long as you break through to the Nascent Soul stage, the talent of the dragon bloodline will be fully exerted, and you will be so strong that I can't reach it."

What he said was not an exaggeration. With the ability to travel through space, as long as Lu Luan reached the Nascent Soul stage, basically no one in the early Nascent Soul stage could threaten him.

But Lu Luan is not young anymore. Mo Yunqin does not doubt whether Lu Luan can break through to the Nascent Soul stage. He is just worried that Lu Luan will not have time to break through to the middle Nascent Soul stage like himself.

"Great Elder, you will definitely be able to break through."

Lin Xi also came over.

Mo Yunqin just smiled calmly and said to the two of them, "Now Haoyue City is moving back to the territory of the Tengluo tribe. You should make preparations early. The war situation may change greatly in the future."

"Return to the Tengluo tribe?"

Lu Luan and Lin Xi were both puzzled. Why did they suddenly have to move Haoyue City back to the Tengluo tribe? Had the heavy casualties they had suffered in order to stay here and resist the monster tide been in vain?

This was the price paid for the deaths of more than a dozen Nascent Soul elders and countless disciples. Are you going to give up just like that now?