Cultivating Immortality: Taming Beasts in the Sect

The inner disciples are the core of the sect, and their authority is far beyond what the outer disciples can compare with. However, the inner disciples also have different statuses. First, they are the direct disciples of the peak master and the chief disciple, enjoying the peak's resources. Secondly, there are the inner disciples. Disciples of the elders of the sect, followed by ordinary disciples of the inner sect.

At this moment, Yu Changsheng felt that as an old disciple of Wei, he was no worse than the peak master's direct disciple. He had as much authority as he should have, or even more.

"Thank you, Master." Yu Changsheng thanked him.

"You don't need to be so polite since you are already a master and disciple. Besides, you deserve this. If you had agreed to become Lu Ruikai, you would have become the disciple of the deputy master at least." Mr. Wei waved his hand and scolded with a smile.

Yu Changsheng scratched his head and smiled naively: "So what, when he sees the master, he will also obediently call himself a junior?"

Mr. Wei smiled and nodded, sighing: "He just respects my status. In terms of strength, I am not as good as him."

"Identities are fictitious, and strength is the most important. My master has high expectations for you. First, practice these two techniques. One for body training is suitable for your current stage, and one for spells can be Use it in conjunction with beast control, and the same attributes complement each other. As for other things, you should not practice too messy things."

"There are no more skills, but more skills. You can think more about the beast shadow you used before and the Thousand Thoughts Slash I taught you."

Speaking of the beast's shadow, Mr. Wei took a sip of tea. The hazy tea mist just covered the expression on his face, and the vicissitudes of life and memories in his eyes were concealed together.

"Yes, master." Yu Changsheng said obediently.

"Well, go and practice hard. If you have anything you don't understand, you can ask me. Anyway, I have nothing to do, just bask in the sun in this zoo."

As he spoke, Mr. Wei showed a smile and patted the little turtle on his knee.

A flash of dissatisfaction flashed across the little Xuan Turtle's expression, and then he shrank back.

"The most urgent thing is to improve your cultivation first."

"You have reached the peak of Qi refining. You can start thinking about foundation building later. If there is anything missing, please tell me."

Mr. Wei smiled lightly.

The two chatted for a while, and then Yu Changsheng left. After Yu Changsheng left, the smile on Mr. Wei's face gradually disappeared, and he sipped the tea and murmured to himself.

"It hasn't been long. Is it my luck at Yushou Peak? Or does he have his own chance?"

"Special beast-controlling physique...and spiritual consciousness that can be compared to a golden elixir when refining energy..."

"It's so similar to the Cao Jinxian of the past. He just doesn't know how to use a sword."

Speaking of this, Mr. Wei narrowed his eyes and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He raised his hand and wiped it nonchalantly.

"I'm getting old and I can't live for long. I just hope I won't be another Cao Jinxian, hahaha."

Smiling, Mr. Wei patted the little turtle again, regardless of whether the shrunken head inside could hear it.

"Old guy, don't worry, trust me again this time..."

"Since I have been promoted to the inner sect, I should find a new place to live."

Holding the inner door jade tube given by Mr. Wei, Yu Changsheng thought deeply. After making up his mind, he informed the affairs hall and finally chose a new cave abode on the mountainside of Yushou Peak.

With the help of Mr. Wei's jade tube, he could actually choose most places on the Beast Control Peak, even the top of the mountain. However, in the end, Yu Changsheng was not so high-profile and chose a place with strong spiritual energy, quietness and convenience as the final cave.

The hills, pavilions, flowing water, everything you need, and if you pay a certain amount of money, you can even arrange servant services. Compared with the outer disciples, it is not a bit better, which makes Yu Changsheng very satisfied.

After arranging all this, he finally felt at ease, and he couldn't wait to open Huang Yayu's treasure bag and check it out.

"Let me see what kind of treasure this Huang Yayu has."

When you open the treasure bag, the first thing you see is the mountain of spiritual stones. The number is so large that even if you just glance at it roughly, there are probably as many as twenty or thirty thousand.

"You've just established your foundation and you're so rich?"

Yu Changsheng was stunned for a moment and secretly smacked his tongue, but he was even more happy. With a sweep of his spiritual mind, all other items in the treasure bag were immediately visible.

In addition to the spirit stones, Huang Yayu's treasure bag contained some sword manuals. After a cursory glance, Yu Changsheng was not interested.

A simple scripture in the corner, in blood red color, caught Yu Changsheng's attention.

"The Four Swords of Destruction of Life?"

Yu Changsheng looked carefully and saw that the sword technique Huang Yayu performed at that time was still fresh in his memory.

So I browsed through it hastily, and after just a moment, I felt a little disappointed.

"It's just a fragment. Although I don't need it, it's incredibly powerful and certainly valuable. I'll look back and see if I can solve the selling point."

Yu Changsheng pondered, apart from these, most of the rest are miscellaneous things. At a glance, there are very few things that can be used.

"Huh?"

Just when Yu Changsheng wanted to take back his consciousness, his expression changed, he was a little surprised, and his thoughts changed. In an inconspicuous corner, a piece of gray animal skin paper appeared in his hand.

The animal skin is simple and unsophisticated. It is unknown what kind of spiritual animal material it is. The traces of time are very obvious in it. It is gray and black in color. It is not easy to find it without looking carefully.

"You didn't find this thing just now?"

Yu Changsheng was curious and surprised when he got the animal skin. He stretched out his hand and touched it gently, feeling a slight coolness. He couldn't tell what the material was, but it was very comfortable.

"This material is not simple," Yu Changsheng pondered, slowly unfolding the animal skin.

Ancient lines appeared one after another, engraved on them like blood, and the faint smell of blood spread into Yu Changsheng's nose.

Yu Changsheng's eyes were focused, and his consciousness carefully examined every corner of the animal skin, but he found nothing else and had no other sense of danger.

"Is this a map?"

The blood-colored lines on the animal skin are not chaotic, but orderly, and seem to be recording something. It is a pity that no matter how Yu Changsheng checks it, there is no gain or strange phenomenon.

"If you don't make any comments, who can understand this?"

Yu Changsheng shook his head helplessly. After checking several times and still finding nothing, he gave up and put it into the system backpack without further entanglement.

Maybe Huang Yayu knew what was on it, but now that Huang Yayu was too dead to die, Yu Changsheng could only let it happen.

"This Huang Yayu doesn't look very rich. He just has this little net worth."

After checking everything in the treasure bag, Yu Changsheng pouted, somewhat dissatisfied.

There are many spiritual stones in Huang Suyu's treasure bag, and there are also many miscellaneous things such as elixirs, medicinal materials, charms, etc. Although they are valuable, most of them are Qi refining things. For a foundation-building monk, such a His net worth is somewhat inconsistent with his status.

However, Yu Changsheng thought about it and realized that Huang Yayu had just built the foundation not long ago, so he felt relieved.

"Moreover, the most valuable thing is not these, but Huang Yayu's Longming Sword."

With a thought in Yu Changsheng's mind, the Longming Sword in his backpack appeared in his hand, and the sword body glowed with cold light. Yu Changsheng smiled slightly and flicked it with his fingers, and a clear sound resounded through the room.

"Qiang!!!"

"Yes," Yu Changsheng nodded with satisfaction, "It seems that Huang Yayu spent all his wealth on making this sword. It is indeed a good magic weapon."

"The most important thing is that a weak weapon spirit was actually born. It seems that it has reached the standard of a low-grade spiritual treasure."

The simplest magic weapon is the mortal weapon, followed closely by the magic weapon, and above the magic weapon are the spiritual treasures, each of which is of astonishing value.

Huang Suyu's Long Ming was sacrificed day and night, and no one knew how much effort and precious materials were spent on it. The quality is as good as what Yu Changsheng has seen in his life.

It has also been channeled, providing the foundation and possibility for him to be promoted to a spiritual treasure in the future. This is the most important thing.

It can be said that the most valuable thing in Huang Yayu's body is this Longming Sword, which is more amazing than the combined value of all his previous things.

Yu Changsheng pondered, flicking the Longming Sword with his fingers.

The Longming Sword trembled slightly, and invisible energy circulated in it, seeming to be struggling.

"Interesting." Yu Changsheng frowned slightly and used more force on his hands. His vast spiritual thoughts covered every corner of Longming Sword.

"Because it is not easy for you to channel the spirit, I will give you two choices. One is to surrender and be used by me, and the other is to be erased by me."

Yu Changsheng said lightly, with a cold voice. Under his vast spiritual thoughts, he could feel the spirit hidden in the Longming Sword.

The opponent already had a weak will. At this moment, covered by Yu Changsheng's spiritual thoughts, he was trembling, and even the sword was trembling, and there was an endless stream of mournful sounds.

But Yu Changsheng didn't care, and the spirit inside also struggled violently, seemingly stubborn and would rather die than surrender.

"Huh?" Yu Changsheng frowned, and the vast and turbulent spiritual thoughts turned into huge waves, trying to wipe out the tiny spirits on them.