C112 Fenbergen

After three days and three nights of travel, Yan Baoyun led his group back to the primordial Profound Capital at the break of dawn on the fourth day.

The moment they returned to the primal chaos, everyone felt a sense of light, freedom, and safety. Those disciples who were trapped in the ruins of the Divine Wind Altar were extremely grateful to Yin Bao Yun for bringing them back to the primal chaos.

At this moment, Uncle Fang's feet were incomparably heavy as he slowly moved, returning to the city that he had left for more than thirty years. All sorts of feelings welled up in his heart, and his feet did not listen to his commands. Back then, he had left his position as an elder on his own accord. At the same time, he had also left this city that he loved. For more than thirty years, he had never stopped thinking about the primal chaos. He kept recalling its appearance in his mind, afraid that he would suddenly forget the appearance of the primal chaos in his lifetime.

Uncle Fang followed the crowd and entered the inner court of the Ancient City of Taixuan. At this moment, his memories suddenly came back to life. He recalled the first time he entered Supreme Profound City when he was seven years old. At that time, he was still an unknown child, and the long staircase to the capital was rather difficult for him to climb. Halfway up, he began to climb. He raised his head and saw that under the bright sunlight, that person was like a giant standing in front of him, gently lifting him up, "Child, you must remember, no matter what happens, do not crawl around in the primal chaos!"

Scenes of the past appeared in his mind. Uncle Fang reminisced as he walked, passing by the winding corridors and pavilions. Those special places and objects of the Supreme Mystery City appeared in his memories. Fang Huiyuan, Blue Firmament Hall, Extreme Abyss, Ming Xuan … These were all places he used to frequent in the past. He wondered if his appearance had changed now. It seemed like in the past thirty years, many new landscapes and pavilions had been added to Taixuan. In the past, the old pavilions had been rebuilt, renovated, and demolished to become a new landscape unprecedented in history. It seemed that in these past few decades, Yin Mo Chen had truly put in a great deal of effort and effort. He had poured a great deal of effort into helping the Supreme Mystery, which caused Uncle Fang to feel extremely ashamed.

Even though there were a thousand people here, including the disciples of the Supreme Mystery City rushed over to save the disaster, the disciples of the Supreme Splendor Altar and the Divine Wind Altar who were lucky enough to survive, and the people of the West Yong City were all courageous and battle-loving, but the Supreme Mystery City was able to accommodate them all at the same time. Due to the constant fighting and the long journey, everyone was physically and mentally exhausted. Their muscles and bones were broken, and they desperately needed a good rest. Amongst the current Adepts in Taixuan, there was no one who was as good at scheduling as Ning An. He divided the thousand disciples that had arrived into five groups, with each group having several people assigned to the East, West, South, North and Middle Academies. Amongst them, the Central District's conditions were the best. It gave priority to those disciples who were severely injured and needed to recuperate. The Southern Courtyard was the smallest and furthest from the Blue Cloud Hall. Afterwards, twenty disciples who were proficient in medical techniques were recruited from the ten thousand disciples of Supreme Profound Capital and assigned to five of the courtyards to specifically be in charge of diagnosing the injured disciples who had been placed within to prevent their injuries from worsening. After settling down, he called over the head teacher of the kitchen to instruct the thousand plus disciples to prepare special food and dishes so that they could recover from their injuries as soon as possible.

Uncle Fang stood in the distance, quietly watching as he arranged himself in an orderly manner. His eyes were filled with admiration and gratification. A thousand people swarmed into Taixuan, but Ning An was able to coordinate calmly and orderly. He arranged his clothes, food, and living arrangements in a neat and orderly manner. In time, he would definitely become the successor to the Taixuan Elders.

This was a quiet and clean place. He remembered that in the past, this was a junk room with all kinds of daily necessities that were piled up messily. But now, it was tidied up so neatly and neatly that it looked like a brand-new room even after a slight bit of repair, not the slightest bit inferior to the rooms of those luxurious inns in Jade Wall City.

"Master Fang," Yu Duoduo said respectfully, "This is a residence specially arranged for you. Would Master be satisfied with it?" Yu Duoduo was shocked when he heard that this person was the sixth generation elder of Taixuan, a man who had lived for more than a hundred years and was at the peak of cultivation. He admired him but was also extremely cowardly.

Very well, much better than it was then," he said, laughing heartily, stepping into the room at random. "What is your name? To be able to become a deacon in Taixuan at such a young age, you sure are a young hero!

"Master, my name is Yu Duanzhi. Master is too kind and my words are too dull. Amongst the few of us, our talent is the most mediocre and we are far inferior to Senior Brother Ning. It was just that I was a little lucky that I won all those years ago from the Absolute Abyss Annihilation Beast and won the title of five disciples. "

Uncle Fang laughed out loud, thinking to himself, "This Qing Qiu Mountain Yu is quite rare. Other than the Yu Family of Yi City, there is a very outstanding disciple of our sect called Yu Zhangxiu. I don't know if he is still alive."

"Ah, Clan Head Yu is my father," Yu Duancai said joyfully. He did not expect that Master Fang would still remember his father, "My father is no longer in Tai Xuan City. He became an Altar Master long ago, it's been more than twenty years." At this point, Yu Duancai felt a little ashamed. His father had been in the music hall with the Painting Hall for quite some time. It was truly shameful to see him in such a situation.

"Oh, so it was such a coincidence." Fang Bozhen was a bit surprised, "No wonder you're so talented, so you inherited Yu Zhangxiu's bloodline."

While they were talking, a disciple brought over hot tea and clean clothes for Uncle Fang to enjoy.

Actually, Yun Jiu Tang, Gu Xue Luo, Shen Fei Yang, Yu Yin, Murong Dawn and the others also entered the primal chaos together.

These few days, the disciples were resting and resting. However, Yin Yang treasure scroll did not gather them to discuss the matter of reconstruction.

This day was noon, and the sun was already setting in the middle of spring. Yin Bao Scroll and Uncle Fang were sitting in a quiet pavilion.

The pavilion was simple and crude, with only a stone table and a few stone stools. On the stone table, there was a fire that had just risen. On the fire, there was an iron pot and within the pot, the sound of boiling water could be heard. Next to it was an ordinary ceramic pot and a few simple and shiny tea sets.

"The two of them sat down slowly. The pavilion was far away from the sunlight and appeared exceptionally cool." Senior Brother, have you drank any tea in the past 30 years? " Yin Bao asked. He opened the pot, took out a teaspoon, and took out two spoons of green tea from the pot.

"Sigh, it's been gone for a long time," Uncle Fang was no longer as restrained as when he had first entered the capital, and he gradually familiarized himself with all the new and old appearances within the primal chaos.

Yin Bao rolled up two spoons of green tea and placed them in two old but shiny teacups. Then, he scooped out the boiling water and gently poured it into the teacups. The moment the tea leaves touched the water, their color changed from green to dark green and they slowly sank into the bottom of the cup. Yin Bao rolled up his tea cup, absorbed the tea foam floating above it, poured it into an old jar below the table, scooped out some boiling water and poured it into the cup again.

"Senior Brother, this is the Mao Feng wild tea that the disciples picked up on the back mountain before the rain, and then after a simple drying, drying, and lightly stir-frying process, it changed into its current state. "Although the shape is not good, it tastes great. It's much better than those expensive Green Hill's Bamboo Leaf Green in Jade Wall City." In Yin Bao Scroll's memories, Uncle Fang especially liked drinking tea. It seemed like only the tea leaves would be able to help him recover.

Fang Bozhen also slowly tasted the tea. As he took a sip, he tasted the sweet tea with his eyes closed. "This really is a good tea that I made. The taste is refreshing and slightly bitter. It has a unique flavor."

Yin Bao Scroll faintly smiled, "It wasn't easy for me to receive Senior Brother's praise." With that, he added another spoonful of water into the pot.

He shook his head and sighed, "Sigh, these thirty years, aren't you just like this cup of tea? When you were first appointed as the seventh generation Supreme Profound Capital's elder, you were faced with all kinds of internal and external troubles, but after your unremitting efforts and management, you are now at the peak of success for the twelve pots of tea in one of the four cities of the Qing Qiu Mountains. "It's just like this cup of tea. It's bitter at first, but the second cup already feels good …"

Hearing this, Yin Bao Scroll couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Senior Brother, you can actually use such a metaphor," Yin Bao rolled up his cup again and lightly poured boiling water into it, "Sigh, Senior Brother only sees the bright side, but doesn't know that Taixuan is already shaking like a storm." Yin Bao rolled his brows slightly, revealing a worried look on his face as he continued, "Today, Qiankun Qi is still lying on the Divine Wind Cliff and may cause trouble again at any time. With so many contradictions, how can I be as free and easy as senior says? "

Uncle Fang continued to taste the wild hair mountain. "Junior Brother, these worries of yours are all unnecessary. Only the worries about the poor strange beast are still somewhat practical …" He seemed to have thought of something and did not continue.

"What happened to Qiong Qi? Say it quickly, Senior Brother, "Yin Bao Scroll asked anxiously," Could it be that you don't trust me?

Uncle Fang paused for a moment, then slowly said, "Actually, that Qiong Qi was not born from the Qiong Qi in the Great Sea. It came from another place …"

"Where?" Yin Bao asked in surprise.

"Eastern Wasteland Penglai!"

"What?" How could it have come from there? Wasn't Penglai of the Eastern Wastelands an uninhabited island? How could there be such an extremely cold thing as Qiong Qi?

"That's all the rumors in the world. No one has ever been to that place. Actually, the Eastern Wastelands is a boundless sea, and the bottom of the sea is covered with extremely cold ice. The Qiong Qi was born from here …"

"Then how did it get to the Great Sea? The two places are separated by ten thousand li. It's impossible for a Qiong Qi to pass through!"

"This is the magic of the Eastern Wasteland Penglai," Uncle Fang murmured. "When Qiong Qi grew up in the Eastern Wasteland, he transformed into a gigantic roc, flew across thousands of mountains and rivers from the Eastern Wastelands, and eventually reached the Great Sea." After drinking a mouthful of tea, Uncle Fang realized that he had finally seen the bottom of the cup. He turned around and said, "This is what the fifth generation elder told me when I was promoted to True Disciple of Supreme Profound Capital in my early years. So, after so many years, until today, I finally have the chance to tell you this …"

Yin Bao rolled over and poured fresh water into Fang Bo Chen's mouth, "Does this have any effect on that Qiong Qi? In any case, it's already trapped at the bottom of the Divine Wind Cliff, so it's unlikely that I'll be able to think of it again, right?"

"It's still hard to say. The only reliable way is to send people to the Eastern Wastelands and kill that mutated Kun Peng. Everything will be resolved with ease."

"Now?"

"That's not urgent at all. It won't be too late when we're done with all the major matters of Qing Qiu Mountain …"

"Right now, the most important thing is to rebuild two pots and a city …"

Everyone gathered in the hall to discuss how to rebuild their cultivation.

"Master, I have received letters from the Cyan Bird from the other altars in the Qing Qiu Mountain recently. Jade Wall, Yiping, and Lang Xie are willing to provide all the materials needed for this refurbishment."

Yin Mo Chen and the others nodded slightly, "It seems like the Murong Family is truly the most righteous family. They never retreat at critical moments!"

Murong Ming, who was standing below, curled his lips. A smile was plastered all over his fat face, and he felt incomparably proud of being a member of the Murong Family.

"But …" Ning An looked troubled, as if he was in a dilemma.

Yin Bao Yun frowned as he looked at him, "What's wrong, An Ran? If you have anything to say, hurry up and say it!"

"But none of the other altars would agree to rebuild Ottawa or Divine Wind!" Ning Xuemo mustered her courage and said.

"What?!" Yin Bao Qin was startled, as though he had misheard. Everyone started to discuss with one another.

"They... What they mean is... "They are dividing the remaining one thousand disciples from the second altar into other altars to strengthen the altars so that they no longer need to spend money or manpower to rebuild the second altar …" Ning Xuemo finished her words in one breath.

"These short-sighted Altar Masters all only care about their own benefits and never think about things from a single point of view." Yan Baoyun tried his best to calm his mind and lower his voice, "The Ottawa and the Divine Wind Altar are the twelve altars, and their positions are extremely important …"

Shen Jingyang who was standing in the middle of the hall said, "The elder's words are extremely true, just like the Divine Wind Altar. It was built based on the Divine Wind Cliff, and that's to protect the entire Qing Qiu Mountains from this extremely dangerous Divine Wind Cliff. If one loses this altar, it's equivalent to losing the main gate of the Qing Qiu Mountains.

Shen Jingyang's words stirred the crowd, "That's right! "How can they be so selfish …"

"If these two jars are not rebuilt, then the Qing Qiu Mountains will be at a disadvantage in the future."

"If we lose these two altars, then Qing Qiu Mountain will no longer be one of the four cities and the twelve altars."

"..."

In an instant, Yin Mo Chen stood up from his seat of honor and signaled for everyone to be quiet, "Ottawa and Divine Wind Altar must be rebuilt. If anyone dares to oppose them in the future, we'll expel them from the Green Hill!"

He stood with his hands behind his back, frowning deeply, "But the most important thing right now is to elect the Altar Lord and lead the disciples to rebuild it. "The Tai Hua Altar is still under the control of the Jade Elder Altar. As for the Heavenly Wind Altar …" Because the Altar Master of the Divine Wind Altar had perished in a bloody battle, Yin Baoyun couldn't think of a good candidate for the moment, so he spread his hands in a rather awkward manner.

At this time, a loud and clear voice came from the palace, "Elder, I am willing to lead my disciples back to the Divine Wind Rock!" His words were decisive and decisive. As he spoke, a disciple walked out from the crowd and knelt in the middle of the hall.

Everyone saw that he looked a little familiar, but couldn't call out his name. Just as they were puzzled, they only heard Shen Jingyang and Yu Duji shout out at almost the same time:

"Lin Yichuan!"

It turned out that this person was the head disciple of the Divine Wind Altar. 16 years ago, in the Ultimate Devil Slaughtering Beast Competition, Lin Yichuan was the only disciple of the Divine Wind Altar to fight.

Yin Bao Scroll was overjoyed as she announced in a loud voice, "From today onwards, Lin Yichuan will assume the position of Altar Master for the time being, and we will rebuild the Divine Wind Altar as soon as possible."