Chapter 82 Roaring Buddha Yijing

Muchen's training lasted for a full month.

When Qing Yanjing appeared in this empty space again a month later, she couldn't help but show a hint of surprise on her face when she looked at the scene in front of her.

At this time, Muchen was still sitting cross-legged in the void, but the Holy Pagoda, which was originally ten thousand feet high, was now only the size of a palm. It was suspended above the crown of Muchen's head, continuously absorbing wisps of ancient energy.

What has changed in the Holy Pagoda is not only its shape, but its originally crystal clear color has also gained a hint of heaviness, and it also exudes a hint of ancient charm.

At this time, the Holy Pagoda no longer seemed to be transformed by spiritual power, but was condensed to the extreme, like a real crystal tower. On it, halos flowed, and it was extremely mysterious.

Moreover, on the pagoda, there was a faint and extremely powerful spiritual power fluctuation emanating, as if it was a truly top-notch holy object.

According to Qing Yanjing's estimation, Muchen's Holy Pagoda should now have reached the quality of a spiritual and peerless holy object.

However, this is not the end.
Because Qing Yanjing could feel that the Holy Pagoda was constantly shaking, exuding a greedy breath, and constantly devouring the ancient energy. This was a sign that it wanted to become stronger again.

However, because the wisps of ancient energy that descended were not too powerful, its further strengthening became slow.

"Since Chen'er has such ability, I will naturally lend you a helping hand."

Qing Yanjing said with a smile, if it was an ordinary elder, she would naturally ignore it, because the ancestral energy in this ancestral tower is extremely precious, and unless you are a person with great merit, you will never get it.

But Qing Yanjing was not a person who paid much attention to rules. In her opinion, although the ancestral energy was precious, it would be a pity to leave it here without anyone using it. It would be better to make full use of it.

Then, she pointed with her jade finger, and there was a tremor in the void. The ancient air that was originally descending in wisps suddenly became much more powerful, and it fell continuously and poured into the palm-sized crystal tower.

Buzz!

With the infusion of this large amount of ancestral energy, the Holy Pagoda suddenly shook violently. Endless sacred light burst out from the small tower, as thick as the earth, as if it could suppress all things.

Qing Yanjing could also see that ancient inscriptions began to appear on the tower, which were ancient and mysterious.

boom!
When those ancient inscriptions covered the entire tower, the crystal tower suddenly shook. The instantaneous light was so bright that Qing Yanjing's eyes narrowed slightly.

The light lasted for a while, and finally gradually dissipated.

The Holy Pagoda was quietly suspended above Muchen's head, its light was restrained, becoming simple and heavy, with ancient patterns on it. An indescribable feeling permeated it, causing the void to vibrate.

Muchen's eyes, which had been closed for a month, slowly opened at this moment. He stretched out his hand, and the pagoda above his head floated down and landed in his palm.

He held the crystal tower in his hand and looked at it with burning eyes. He could feel the amazing power contained in this crystal pagoda.

"It really is worthy of being the Holy Pagoda. With the help of ancestral energy, it can be strengthened to this extent." Qing Yanjing exclaimed at the side.

"It's all thanks to mother."

Muchen smiled with a refreshed look. He knew that if it weren't for his mother controlling the ancestral tower and providing him with a large amount of precious ancestral energy, it would take him a long time to cultivate the Holy Pagoda to this level.

At this moment, a man stepped into the ancestral tower. In just a moment, the man felt the changes in the ancestral tower.

"Qing Yanjing, damn you!" the man roared.

The man was Futu Yijing. Futu Yijing wanted to tear Qing Yanjing apart with his bare hands.

Qing Yanjing and Muchen naturally heard Futu Yijing's roar.

Even Qing Yanjing couldn't help feeling a little guilty. Although she didn't hesitate or pause at all when introducing a large amount of ancestral energy into Muchen's body, she felt a little guilty now.

The next moment, Futu Yijing arrived in front of the mother and son.

"Where is the ancestral energy?!" Futu Yijing's eyes were as sharp as a knife, staring at Qing Yanjing.

"Chen'er used it." Even someone as strong as Qing Yanjing, his tone was weak when facing Futu Yijing's questioning.

Futu Yijing was itching to bite the bullet, but he felt helpless when he saw that Muchen had already used it up.

Then he sighed.

"Forget it." Then, Futu Yijing changed the subject and looked at Qing Yanjing. "My ancient Futu clan has already given you and your mother enough compensation. Don't mention this matter again next time."

Muchen also breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Futu Yijing leave, Qing Yanjing also breathed a sigh of relief.

She was also afraid that Futu Yijing would tear her and Muchen apart. Although she was a Saint-level Grandmaster, Futu Yijing was no worse.

Futu Yijing, who became the clan leader, controls the ancestral tower. With his fighting power, he might be stronger than Futu Xuan's holy item.

"It's okay, Chen'er." Qing Yanjing said. "But the ancestral energy belongs to the ancient Futu clan after all. Today you borrow the opportunity. If the ancient Futu clan is in trouble in the future, you should also help them."

Qing Yanjing knew that Muchen had no good feelings towards the ancient Futu clan and had some resentment in his heart, but this was not what she wanted to see, so she also wanted to use this opportunity to relieve some of Muchen's resentment.

After hearing this, Mu Chen naturally understood the meaning of Qing Yanjing's words. After thinking about it, he nodded and said, "As long as mother is fine, there is no grudge between me and the ancient Futu clan that cannot be resolved."

"Although the bloodline of the technique I practice comes from my mother, my mother is from the ancient Futu clan, so if the ancient Futu clan is really in trouble in the future, I will naturally help them."

Muchen smiled, and then asked impatiently: "Mom, when will we return to Beiling Realm? Dad has been waiting for this day for more than 20 years."

Qing Yanjing's expression was also a little dazed, as if she remembered that person. Her eyes couldn't help but become more gentle, and she chuckled: "That guy raised my son to be like this, which can be regarded as not disappointing me."

Her voice was also filled with longing.

"Now that you have finished your training this time, after I tell Futu Yijing, we can set off to see him."

Hearing this, a look of joy suddenly appeared on Muchen's face.

"it is good!"

Seeing the joy on Muchen's usually calm face, Qing Yanjing was also infected. She smiled, and deep longing emerged in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)