Chapter 32: The Pulse of Heaven (Seeking Collection and Votes)

  Bright moon peak, foggy and gloomy, a piece of overcast sky.

  The gentle mountain breeze of the past has become piercing due to a spell of gloomy rain.

  On the main hall of Mingyue Peak, Soul Ferrying artifacts were hung all over. On the central altar, Mo Yan's true body was dressed in a neat Taoist robe, sitting cross-legged on it, his face turned into a pale golden color, and his expression was calm.

  In the hall, Bei Xiao Hui cried as if her heart was broken, but Mo Xuan Xuan just knelt quietly, only her expression a bit dazed.

  At the beginning, the mother and daughter were actually reversed. After Mo Xuanxuan learned of Mo Yan's death, she fainted several times from crying, while Bei Xiaohui could only hold back her grief, as someone in this family had to keep going.

  Later on, Mo Xuanxuan suddenly became strong for some reason and comforted Bei Xiaohui instead. Under the relaxed mood, Bei Xiaohui burst into tears like a child again.

  "Only blood can wash away hatred, with tears, you'd better go back to your mother's womb and cultivate for a few more years." Mo Xuanxuan stopped her tears because she remembered what Ye Hao had said to her.

  "Dad, rest assured, from now on, I will definitely eliminate all the evil cultivators and avenge you." Mo Xuanxuan gazed at her father's body on the law seat and made a vow in her heart.

  On the main peak of Cuixia, the five great townhouses of Yunxia Pai occupied the main position, led by a white-haired and bearded Taoist wearing a Taoist robe made of North Domain's thousand-year-old cold silkworm silk. His aura was profound and unpredictable, subtly conforming to the Heavenly Way's rules. He was Xumi Dao Ren, one of the nine powerful Yuanying cultivators, who was currently in seclusion, seeking to break through to the Separation Stage. If he failed to break through within a hundred years, his lifespan would be exhausted, and he could only sit in meditation until his death.

  "Senior Xumi, I have great respect for you, but I and Qing Luan fairy were ambushed by the demon tribe in your sect's sacred land. You must give an explanation to our Liuhe Sect and Lianhua Sect." The Divine Sword Young Master Chang Fan said with a fierce tone, he was indignant, if not for pretending to be dead and hiding in the stone crevice, the wise and powerful Divine Sword Young Master would have already died. This made him feel shocked, fearful and angry.

  "This is natural, our Yunxia Sect will certainly give you an account." Xū Mǐ Dào said calmly.

  "In that case, I'll take my leave first. You people from the Yunxia Sect, who knows if there are any more traitors from the demon clan among you." Chang Fan's sword nodded casually and then hastily departed, with a somewhat flustered and fleeing feeling, presumably scared out of his wits.

  At this time, a middle-aged man walked out and said: "Five old ancestors, the disciple thinks that the alchemy assistant next to Yue Zhenren that night is 80% or 90% likely to be sent by the demon tribe. Otherwise, it wouldn't have happened early or late. After he came to our Yunxia Sect, such a thing happened."

  This middle-aged man was none other than Wang Tong, who had been locked up in the dungeon for being a homosexual.

  "Hmm, Wang Tong is right. When did our Yunxia Sect tolerate such a rootless loose cultivator? In my opinion, let Wang Tong investigate thoroughly." The speaker was another elder of the Zhenpai Yuanying Daoist, Wang Ji, who was also Wang Tong's grandfather.

  "That's good." Yu Xi nodded his head, and indeed, the Yunxia School needed a thorough cleaning.

  Wang Tong excitedly lowered his head, covering up the flash of ferocity that had flickered in his eyes.

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  "Is there something going on with Ye Dage? Want to buy Dan medicine?" Ye Hao asked Xiao Qinglian, who was standing not far away. In his heart, he was turning over ideas - this woman still hadn't detected that the Luli Heart Refining Pill was fake, but after a while it would be uncertain. It seemed that this Yunxia Sect wasn't a place to stay for long either.

  Xiao Qinglan looked at Ye Hao, who seemed careless, but she always felt that this dark-faced boy had many secrets, and she couldn't see through them.

  "I'm going back to the Lotus Sect tomorrow, are you interested in coming with me?" Xiao Qinglian said calmly.

  Ye Hao jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his bright eyes staring exaggeratedly at Xiao Qingluan as he shouted: "You... how can you do this? I, Ye Hao, am a seven-foot-tall man of the Ku Ye Dao sect, how can I be supported by a woman like you? This is an insult to me!"

  Xiao Qinglian was slightly stunned, and then a faint anger appeared on her face. This kid, he really dared to, when had Xiao Qinglian ever been teased so openly?

  "However, there are exceptions. If it's you, I can consider it...” Before Ye Hao could finish speaking, a cold and eerie flying sword appeared just inches from his neck.

  Xiao Qinglian gave Ye Hao a cold glance and beckoned with her hand. The flying sword was retrieved by her.

  "You're glib and smooth-tongued, with a smile on your face. No matter how talented you are, it's hard to put you to good use. Later on, you'll understand what kind of opportunity you've missed." Xiao Qinglian finished speaking and flew away.

  Ye Hao wiped his face and removed his disguise, then smiled and said: "To recruit Ye Dage, the Lotus Sect must be qualified enough."

  Ye Hao sat under the thousand-year-old cypress tree and began his cultivation.

  His divine consciousness entered the Heavenly Veins, wanting to take a look at that grain of bright silver dust.

  The heavenly pulse from the chest to the dantian, looks like only a dozen inches away. However, when Ye Hao's consciousness touched that silver dust, he suddenly felt himself being pulled into an endless universe.

  In the dark universe, there are countless dim stars, and only in the distant place, a silver star is shining brightly.

  "Is the universe in Tiān Mài just a fabrication? That silver star, is it that one speck of silver dust in Tiān Mài?" Ye Hao thought in shock.

  If that's really the case, then the art of body refinement requires all these dark stars to be lit up, and uses their power to strengthen one's physique?

  Ye Hao felt dizzy as he delved deeper into his research, and the more he studied, the more unbelievable the Tian Xian Jue became.

  Illuminating a star would allow his body to withstand the second attack of a Jindan period strongman. If all the stars in the virtual universe were illuminated, what level of physical strength could he achieve?

  Ye Hao's mind stirred and he entered the Heavenly Vein space.

  The Jiutian Xiangong in the space is much better than when I first came, at least there are no holes on all sides, and the broken tables and chairs inside have also become intact.

  Just as Ye Hao's gaze fell on the teapot, his face suddenly changed greatly. The purple-gold liquid inside, which had been increasing with each day's absorption of spiritual energy and had originally exceeded 100 drops, was now empty.

  "What's going on?" Ye Hao was shocked, this purple gold spiritual liquid is extremely beneficial for cultivation growth, once he reaches the fetal movement period and breaks through to the foundation building period, the purple gold spiritual liquid will be his reliance to quickly reach the ninth level of foundation building.

  At this moment, Ye Hao suddenly discovered that on one of the walls of the Jiutian Xiangong, which was originally empty, a painting had appeared at some unknown time.

  In the picture, there is a galaxy in the universe. The rest of the universe is shining with starlight, but this galaxy is dull and lightless. No, in one corner of the galaxy, a tiny silver light is flickering.

  "Galaxy, heavenly pulse!" A faint voice echoed in Ye Hao's ears, leaving him stunned.