On the tall stone wall in front of them, there were seven or eight forbidden talismans of different sizes and colors. These talismans flashed with brilliant light that sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

At this moment, under the guidance of these three old men, the mantras chanted by all the practitioners became loud and rhythmic.

At the same time, the French flags in their hands gradually emitted a strong white light.

After a moment, the three old men raised their right hands almost at the same time and released a powerful spell, which turned into a brilliant glow that swept towards the stone wall.

The talismans on the stone wall trembled slightly in the rosy glow of the magic formula, and then floated down one after another.

At this time, several disciples who had been waiting for a long time and holding jade boxes in their hands quickly rushed forward.

He picked up these precious talismans one by one, carefully put them into the box, and then immediately returned them to their original places.

For a small family like theirs, these forbidden talismans are undoubtedly extremely valuable resources and cannot afford to lose any of them.

When the talisman restriction disappeared, the stone wall began to emit a faint white light and vibrated slightly.

Immediately afterwards, the practitioners in front, including the three old men, raised the Dharma flags in their hands at the same time.

Tiny rays of colorful light shot out from the tip of the flag, then sank into the white light and disappeared without a trace.

The vibration of the stone wall became more and more violent, and then accompanied by a roar like a shaking earth, the stone wall slowly cracked from the center, forming a semicircular gap about ten feet wide.

The many young disciples from the three major families in the rear all widened their eyes and stared nervously at the scene in the gap, not wanting to miss any details.

As everyone knows, this spiritual spring is regarded as a treasure by the three major families. For ordinary family disciples, the opportunity to witness the spiritual spring with their own eyes is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Therefore, they all didn't want to miss this rare moment.

In fact, even a three-year-old child in the family can clearly describe the true appearance of this spiritual spring.

Deep near the gap, stands a pool carved from pure white jade, three meters square and one meter wide.

At first glance, only a small half of the clear and transparent spring water was lying quietly in the jade pool.

The spring water is extremely pure, as if it is spotless.

What’s even more magical is that the faint fragrance emanating from these pools of water is relaxing and refreshing.

Those young disciples were extremely excited, but at this moment, the white-faced, beardless old man in the middle of the three old men suddenly turned around, looking around with a sharp gaze.

In an instant, all the noise stopped.

This person is the elder of the Huang family - Huang Yuanming. His cultivation has reached the peak of the middle stage of foundation building, and he is considered to be the leading master of cultivation in Linglin Mountain.

Not only did the Huang family's disciples admire him very much, but even the Wang and Li family's young disciples were very respectful to him.

"Haha! It seems that Brother Huang's charisma is still as strong as ever, and he can make these young people obey his orders easily."

Another old man in a grey robe looked at the scene in front of him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said with a smile.

"Of course, Brother Huang's cultivation is now close to the late stage of foundation building. Perhaps there is hope that you can go one step further and enter the late stage of foundation building?"

Another old man in a green robe echoed enviously.

"My two nephews, you are making fun of me. I have already entered my old age, how can I possibly break through again?"

"Such a good opportunity should be left to the younger generation. Let's hurry up and prepare some spiritual tea for these children to drink."

"This year, the spring water in the pond seems to be much more abundant than in previous years. This is really a gratifying thing!"

Huang Yuanming smiled and answered politely and modestly.

And those two old men were naturally the foundation-building elders of the other two big families.

Compared with the Huang family, the strength of these two families pales in comparison. They have only managed to cultivate a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage as their signboard.

Huang Yuanming and these two old men have been friends for many years, so he didn't take their previous words to heart.

The two old men also smiled slightly and did not mention the matter again. Instead, they turned to the senior apprentices in their respective families who were responsible for brewing spiritual tea and immediately began to prepare.

Immediately afterwards, two apprentices from each family jumped up and rushed towards the pool.

However, when they were under the watchful eyes of everyone and had not yet approached the spirit pond, a shocking change suddenly occurred.

Suddenly, a low thunder was heard about three to four feet above the water in the pond, followed by flashes of colorful light.

In the blink of an eye, a black ball of light strangely appeared out of thin air.

Immediately afterwards, the dark ball of light made a strange "crackling" sound, and it began to twist and deform, eventually turning into a space crack several feet long.

In an instant, everything happened just as everyone was stunned to see. A figure was thrown out in a colorful glow and fell into the jade pool below.

Then, after the space crack flashed a few times, it suddenly disappeared without a trace.

When the figure fell into the pool, he let out a light cry, and his body swayed slightly before he stood firm again.

His eyes swept over the many monks in front of the pool, and a very strange expression appeared on his face.

The cultivators from the three major families, headed by Huang Yuanming, were so shocked that they couldn't utter a word.

The figure was a young man in a green Confucian robe. He was obviously surprised and even embarrassed to appear in front of so many monks.

However, he soon returned to normal.

A green light flashed on his body, and his originally wet Confucian robe was instantly evaporated and became extremely dry.

"Where exactly is this place? Is it still within the territory of Dongyu Country?"

The man lifted his foot seemingly nonchalantly and floated out of the pool.

Then he turned his gaze and easily found Huang Yuanming, who had the most profound cultivation among the cultivators present, and asked him calmly.

There was a tone of certainty in his words.

"This place is undoubtedly Ningzhou of Dongyu Country. May I ask your name, senior? Could you please tell me your honorific title?"

Huang Yuanming had already used his spiritual sense to investigate the man's cultivation level, and the result surprised him because he had no idea of ​​the other person's strength.

This means that the other party is at least a cultivator in the Jindan stage.

And the way the other party appeared was so strange, he naturally did not dare to be negligent. He bowed respectfully and answered carefully.

The other two old men also felt the unfathomable depth of Chen Yun’s cultivation and were horrified. They also bowed respectfully with smiles on their faces.

"Ningzhou..." The young man blinked, his expression remained unchanged. He just repeated it in a low voice, with a hint of contemplation on his face.

This person was none other than Chen Yun, who had just fled from the ruins of Lingmiao Garden. Now, twenty-seven years had passed since the tragic battle in the Falling Demon Valley.

When Huang Yuanming and several other practitioners were cautiously dealing with Chen Yun, they couldn't help but steal a glance in the direction of the pool.

It turned out that Chen Yun accidentally poured out a small portion of the spiritual spring water in the pool, and the originally full pool water was instantly reduced by more than half or even more.

The remaining spring water in the pool was only a thin layer that was almost imperceptible.

These three experienced old men were extremely distressed when they saw this scene, but facing the unfathomable strength of Chen Yun, they could only pretend to be deaf and dumb and put on a forced smile.

They were afraid of offending this distinguished senior and bringing disaster to the family.

The moment Chen Yun dried the moisture from his body, he also smelled the peculiar fragrance emanating from the spiritual spring.

At this moment, his pensive look had disappeared, and he subconsciously looked back at the pool behind him.

Chen Yun's seemingly casual glance made the three old men opposite him feel anxious and nervous.

Their three major families have been guarding this spiritual spring for many years, but now it has been favored by this senior.

I'm afraid that by then they will have no choice but to hand over their treasures obediently and never say "no" again.

Chen Yun's eyes just swept across the pool without revealing any greed. Instead, he turned around and said softly:
"It has been a long time since I left the secular world, and I feel quite unfamiliar with everything that has happened in Tiannan in recent years. I wonder if the three Taoist brothers would be willing to give me a detailed introduction?"

"I have no choice but to do it! If you don't mind, please follow me to the hall of our Huang family. I will treat you wholeheartedly. If you have any questions, I will answer them with all my heart."

Seeing that Chen Yun did not show much interest in their spiritual spring, Huang Yuanming felt relieved and quickly replied respectfully.

The other two old men also breathed a sigh of relief.

"In that case, I do have many questions I would like to ask you. I'm sorry to bother you three brothers."

Chen Yun looked at the three young men in the distance, and after a little thought, he nodded and agreed to Huang Yuanming's invitation.

"How dare we! It is the greatest honor for our Huang family to be able to receive such a person as you!"

Huang Yuanming was ecstatic and said with a smile on his face.

Then he whispered a few words to the young people, asking them to return home quickly and make preparations so as to avoid any omissions and neglect of Chen Yun.

Then he personally led Chen Yun away from here and walked towards a row of buildings in the middle of the mountainside.

The other two elders also ordered people to notify the disciples of each school, and then followed Chen Yun's steps and followed respectfully.

"It is surprising to hear that your three major families have settled here."

During the journey, Chen Yun chatted casually for a few words and had a general understanding of the specific location of the place and the situation of the three old men. He couldn't help feeling pleasantly surprised.

"You are too kind, Senior. We chose to settle down here because we couldn't make a living anywhere else."

Huang Yuanming replied with a wry smile.

"I noticed that there are some young people with extraordinary talents in your family. Why don't you let them join those great sects of immortal cultivation?"

"With their talents, even if they cannot be promoted to inner disciples, it should not be difficult for them to become outer disciples."

Chen Yun asked with interest, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Senior, you don't know. Although there are many immortal cultivation sects in our country, most of them have established supply and demand relationships with specific immortal cultivation families. Some sects are actually jointly controlled by multiple families."

"It is really difficult for a small sect like us to attract the attention of these big sects."

“Even if one or two talented disciples appear occasionally, we dare not easily let them join the sect, because the family still needs them to continue to play a role.”

The speaker was one of the two old men, with a thick, plump face and a slightly fat look.

He answered Chen Yun's questions with great patience, with a helpless expression on his face.

If these family elders had been willing to join those large sects when they were young, their current strength might have already surpassed their current level.

However, for the sake of family inheritance, they can only stay in their hometown quietly. This is the helpless situation faced by small families.

Chen Yun's eyes flickered several times, and he nodded calmly without asking for more details.

Because not far ahead, a landscape consisting of pavilions and towers appeared before everyone.

The old man led Chen Yun straight to the tallest attic.

Soon, everyone arrived at the attic door. There were two young men waiting there, standing there respectfully.

"Dear senior, welcome!"

"Our Linglin Mountain does not produce any precious spiritual herbs or fruits. The only thing worth mentioning is a drink called 'Spiritual Tea'. I hope you can taste its deliciousness."

Huang Yuanming said this as he led Chen Yun into the attic hall.

Chen Yun was not polite and walked straight into the pavilion.

The space of this hall is not very spacious, only about 20 to 30 meters square, but it is enough for a small family.

Under the respectful gaze of the three elders, Chen Yun sat calmly at the head seat. The three elders stood in front of him obediently, not daring to sit on the same level with Chen Yun.

Given the huge gap in strength between the two sides, Chen Yun did not deliberately show humility.

At this time, a beautiful woman came up with a tea tray, made a cup of fragrant spiritual tea for Chen Yun, and then retreated cautiously.

Chen Yun picked up the teacup and tasted it gently. It tasted a little bitter at first, but soon his tongue was filled with sweetness and a rich aroma.

"It is indeed a rare and good tea!" Chen Yun raised the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled.

"Senior, your cultivation is unfathomable, but your face seems a little unfamiliar. Aren't you from Dongyu Country?"

The fat old man with a round face finally couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked Chen Yun.

"Chen is indeed not a cultivator from Dongyu Country. You don't have to worry too much. Once I have learned the necessary information, I will immediately set off to return to my hometown and will never stay here."

Chen Yun did not reveal his name, but just glanced at the round-faced old man with a mysterious smile on his face.

"You are worrying too much, Senior. We are already extremely honored to have the honor of seeing you. How could we have the disrespectful intention of driving you away?"

Huang Yuanming was startled and quickly explained in a panic. (End of this chapter)