The Qingyun Mountain Range is located in the eastern part of Qingyun County, stretching for hundreds of miles with hundreds of peaks of different sizes. Qinglian Mountain is one of the few spiritual mountains in the Qingyun Mountain Range, named after its resemblance to a green lotus.

Although Qinglian Mountain cannot be described as steep and magnificent, it is like spring all year round, and the mountain is filled with strange flowers and grasses.

The Wang family's residence is located on Qinglian Mountain, with a large number of pavilions built from halfway up the mountain to the peak, inhabited by hundreds of Wang family members.

There is a mansion on the summit that covers an extremely wide area, in a quiet courtyard.

There is a pond over ten zhang in size in the courtyard, with several blue lotus flowers planted.

A winding gravel path leads directly to a two-story blue attic.

Inside the room, a middle-aged man dressed in a long green shirt with a square face was lying on the table, flipping through a book.

The middle-aged man is none other than Wang Mingyuan, the current head of the Wang family.

Wang Mingyuan is nine out of forty this year. He is a Four Spirit Root, but he handles things fairly and has been elected as the head of the family by most elders, responsible for managing the affairs of the head of the family.

There are currently 144 cultivators in the Wang family, and one clan elder has recently passed away.

It is not easy to manage the affairs of a family, and Wang Mingyuan has to take care of all aspects, which has delayed his cultivation. He has only reached the fifth level of Qi cultivation so far, but his qualifications are not good. No matter how hard he works to cultivate, the chance of entering the foundation period is also very low.

Hey, have you lost money again this month? "Wang Mingyuan put down the book in his hand, furrowed his brow, rubbed his eyes, and looked slightly tired.

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A knocking sound came from outside the door, and a woman's voice sounded: "Husband, I have made some food. Is it convenient for you now

Wang Mingyuan's furrowed brow relaxed and he said, "Qing'er, you're not an outsider. Just come in directly

I'm afraid it might affect your work! You, the king, are always busy dealing with matters on Sundays. As a woman, I dare not disturb you

A middle-aged beauty in a green skirt came in, holding a tray with a plate of green cakes and a bowl of white porridge.

The middle-aged beauty is none other than Liu Qing'er, the mother of Wang Changsheng.