Sacrificial Artifact System: From Bell-ringer to the Ancestral Patriarch of the Sect-Chapter 228 - 174: Concealment (Seeking Monthly Ticket)

Winter fades, spring arrives; summer hides as autumn comes.

Three years of time, the blink of an eye, gone.

Half a year ago, Chai Shao and Bai Yun left Chen Bell Platform to carry out guarding missions and even took Little Snow Group with them.

Due to consecutive monster and demon calamities, every state, county, and district mandatorily required the presence of a Grandmaster level or above Martial Artist for defense.

In recent years, a large number of Grandmasters and Great Grandmasters from Divine Sword Sect have been stationed out, rotated annually.

Considering that cultivation within the sect yielded better results, those disciples on the cusp of breakthroughs were allowed to complete or postpone their defensive duties earlier.

Li Qian’s three disciples had already entered the Innate Realm, and the fastest cultivator among them, Yang Fan, had even become a Grandmaster.

The other two would probably soon follow.

Thus, their time at Chen Bell Platform had lessened.

Li Qian naturally would no longer concern himself with their cultivation progress.

They were all grown up, after all; it was time they had their own lives.

Besides, Li Qian preferred tranquility. Now that Chen Bell Platform had quieted down, he felt life was more comfortable.

After all, with his current Cultivation Realm, he didn’t need to bother with eating or drinking at all.

The farmland behind the mountain had been abandoned and was now overgrown with weeds.

The autumn sun was blazing hot.

Sunlight shone directly onto the Chen Bell Platform.

Making the Chen Bell scorching hot.

Suddenly, a White Fox lay atop the striking beam, gently shook it, causing the beam to move and then forcefully strike the Chen Bell.

Dong dong dong...

The clear and melodious sound of the bell resonated.

Beside Chen Bell, Li Qian held his eighteenth sword, practicing his Swordsmanship, contemplating Sword Intent. A peculiar Sword Domain enveloped him tightly, airtight.

After striking the bell, the White Fox jumped down and swiftly arrived in front of the hourglass.

Naturally, this was Li Qian employing his Primordial Spirit to control Little White Fox.

He was now effectively multitasking.

At first, it felt awkward.

But over time, he gradually got used to it.

The most extraordinary discovery was that this method seemed to strengthen his own Primordial Spirit.

The main Primordial Spirit and the Primordial Spirit Power within the Fox Puppet’s incarnation shared a special connection, interacting with each other in a dual-focused control; it was a different kind of spirit cultivation.

Without specific spirit cultivation techniques, he could only figure out ways to enhance his Primordial Spirit.

While the true body of Li Qian cultivated, the White Fox suddenly arrived at the shade of the shelter where Little Black was resting.

Little Black immediately watched the White Fox with alertness.

With incredible speed, the White Fox leaped onto Little Black’s head.

Little Black frantically shook its head, trying to scratch with sharp claws, but the White Fox remained immovable. With a grasp of its paw, Little Black let out a series of chirps and settled down.

"Chii chii chii..."

The White Fox called out, directing Little Black to leave the shelter and then spread its wings and took to the sky.

Viewing the outside world through the White Fox’s perspective felt marvelous.

After a big loop outside, the White Fox then let Little Black fly back.

Li Qian had finished his cultivation and was now flipping through a book of demon text.

Chirp!

Little Black landed on the ground and folded its wings.

And the White Fox also jumped off Little Black’s head.

Chirp chirp chirp...

Little Black approached Li Qian, rubbing its head against him and calling out as if it felt very wronged.

"Why don’t you peck at it then?" ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Petting Little Black’s head, Li Qian said with a laugh.

Chirp!

Little Black felt even more aggrieved.

If it could beat the White Fox, would it allow itself to be bullied daily?

"White has grown to such a large size now."

Li Qian shook his head, then put away the demon text book and, with a move, disappeared from sight.

Upon seeing the master leave, Little Black then cautiously approached the lazily coiled White Fox basking in the sun and reached out its claws to scratch.

But suddenly, the White Fox opened its eyes and looked coldly at it. With a shudder, Little Black quickly withdrew its claws and scurried back to rest in the shelter.

Within Array Valley.

Li Qian was making Solid Array Piles.

After a few years of meticulous design, he had completed all array constructions. From his deductions, the array seemed feasible; whether he could finish setting it up remained unknown.

He had a feeling if the array setup could be completed smoothly, his understanding of Arrays would definitely reach a state of Perfection.

As Li Qian’s Sword Qi swirled, circling around a giant Void Stone Pillar, after a long while, with a wave of his hand, myriad powders and chippings fell, revealing a complete Solid Array Pile with exquisitely mysterious patterns on it.

Just as he was about to continue making the next Solid Array Pile, his brow suddenly furrowed, and he immediately left Array Valley, returning to Chen Bell Platform, only to see his niece, Li Yuwei.

"Uncle, Grandfather wants you to come back, he might..."

Li Yuwei hurriedly said.

"Mm, I know."

Li Qian nodded his head.

Then he took Li Yuwei, soared into the air, and flew toward Baibi City.

...

Baibi City.

Li Residence.

All was quiet.

All the direct descendants of the Li Family had pretty much gathered.

Suddenly, two figures descended from the sky.

It was Li Qian and Li Yuwei.

Li Qian went straight into the house.

The old patriarch was lying on a Taishi chair with Li Kun attending him.

Li Kun was no longer young; he quickly stood up upon seeing Li Qian enter.

"Big brother."

Li Qian was a few years older, but the two looked distinctly different.

Even with a beard, Li Qian still appeared to be in his thirties or forties.

Li Kun was genuinely an old man in his seventies.

Li Qian nodded, looking at his father, Li Donglin lying there.

His life force was very weak, kept alive only by consuming elixirs.