Mortal: I can trade everything

Chapter 26: Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Becoming the Son-in-law of the Chen Family?
There is an inn, Cave No. 66, Type A.

Li Xunhuan thought of the skinny Taoist friend who was selling things on the street and couldn't help but chuckle.

The Black Evil Sect?

The scope of business is really broad, worthy of being a national organization.

It's just that people are a bit dull.

The purpose is too obvious.

Ancient cultivator's cave? Are there top-grade magical instruments inside?

In his storage bag, the map of the ancient cultivator’s cave can be pieced together into sixty-six Yue countries.

By the way, my colleague, you won’t use spiritual herbs to tempt him next time, right?
It's no wonder he thought too much, this is essential knowledge for joining the Black Evil Sect.

what is this?
Li Xunhuan had a strange expression on his face. As a scholar at that time, he had scored full marks and was the top scorer in the imperial examination.

Thinking that he would not be fooled next time and the other party would collapse and doubt his life, he decided not to go out again.

Give the other person a step down.

In fact, there is another reason why he doesn't go out. Qingyun Market appears big on the surface, but in reality, there is little room for picking up bargains.

As for unknown items and fragments of magical weapons, casual cultivators would rather leave them in their storage bags and gather dust than fail to sell them.

After all, being blind is painful, but it is even more painful for others to take advantage of them.

In this case, there is no need for him to go out and he can just wait for the Ascension Conference to begin.

There were enough Qi-replenishing powder and spiritual rice in the space ring, so he stayed indoors and completely immersed himself in cultivation.

At this moment, he somehow understood why monks would go into seclusion for several months. This was the reason.

The next day, at the street stall area of ​​Qingyun Market, Fat Monk patiently waited for Li Xunhuan's care.

not coming.

On the third day, Fat Monk still waited patiently, comforting himself that yesterday's incident was just an accident.

Not coming again.

Day 4: Patience.

not coming.

Day 5: Patience.

Day 21, fuck my patience.

On the other side, the thin monk was also cursing.

Surveillance?

Monitor Der.

He passed by the road in front of Li Xunhuan's door every morning and evening, but never "encountered" him by chance.

Even at the corner where he was looking at the gate, there was a stone that was almost covered with patina.

Time flies, and three months passed in a flash.

In Cave No. 66, Li Xunhuan was practicing fan techniques.

The fan seemed to be given life and danced with his movements.

Sometimes it is as sharp as a sword, cutting through the air, and sometimes it turns into a soft silk ribbon, winding and spinning.

His steps were light, and sometimes he leaped into the air, with the fan drawing a beautiful arc like a meteor, and sometimes he swept low and teleported, with the fan following him like a shadow, ghostly and mysterious.

After a long time, he stood still and slowly put away the fan.

[Level 1, Flowing Cloud Fan Technique, a unique skill in the Qi training period, emphasizing both martial arts and immortality]

The power is even greater than that of the Wandering Dragon Sword Technique.

Most importantly, he's handsome.

Li Xunhuan was very satisfied.

After three months of cultivation, his cultivation reached a state of non-existence, and he had achieved perfection in the twelfth level of Qi training.

The method of protecting the Dao was not neglected either.

Relying on the fishing enforcement along the way, he obtained a large amount of inventory, which he not only used for reading, but also for practicing various skills and elementary spells.

The Flowing Cloud Fan Technique is just one of them. Now even an umbrella can be used to do some fun things.

Grateful.

Suddenly, the key to the cave on his waist flashed, reminding him that the rent was due.

Li Xunhuan smiled. He didn't expect that the reminder service in the immortal world would be like this.

He packed up his things early, left here directly and walked out of the market.

Destination, Qingyun Mountain.

Not long after he left, the fat monk who was monitoring him came back to report.

Not long after, the middle-aged scholar and the fat and thin monks came to the outside of the market, but saw no one and started arguing.

"That's how you spy, idiot."

"What about you? What did you sell at the street stall?"

The middle-aged scholar looked at them coldly, "Chase..."

"Boss, they have horses, so they can't catch up."

"He has it, so do others? There is not much else in this world, but there is no shortage of fools."

"Oh."

. . .

Qingyun Mountain is a thousand miles away from Qingyun Market.

For a cultivator in the Qi training stage, it would take six to ten hours of non-stop running with the help of the wind control technique.

For Li Xunhuan, it was only two or three hours.

He put the BMW into the spirit beast bag and let it rest. He blended into the crowd and looked around the Qingyun Mountain.

Just like the 'Qingyun Mountain' you see when you first arrive outside Qingyun Market.

Towering into the sky, green mountains and white clouds.

The difference is that this is not a formation, but a real mountain. If you really bump into it, you will get hurt.

He walked to the foot of the mountain and turned a corner, and suddenly something changed before his eyes.

There was a flagpole in front, and many wandering cultivators gathered under the flag, making it very lively.

It was not the flag of the seven major sects, but had words like "Chen", "Dong", "Nie", "Lu" etc written on it.

Li Xunhuan 'accidentally' passed by, and the sound gradually grew louder and reached his ears.

"My fellow Taoists, my Chen family is now looking for 20 sons-in-law. We will provide you with spiritual veins and blessed land, cultivation techniques, and a certain amount of cultivation resources. Are you interested?"

"What are the conditions?"

"Haha, the conditions are not high. All you need is for you to promise to give birth to fifty offspring within twenty years, or to have one or three offspring with spiritual roots, and that will be considered as completing the mission."

"What about the four spiritual roots and five spiritual roots?"

"..."

Son-in-law? Breeding pig?
Li Xunhuan was shocked.

It seems that there are also immortal seeds in the mortal world.

A family of immortal cultivators, no wonder it is called a family. How can it be a family without a prosperous population?

"Is the Taoist friend behind you interested? With your cultivation level, you might be able to get the direct descendant, the daughter of the patriarch."

The crowd dispersed and Li Xunhuan stood out.

Cultivating immortality, starting from becoming the son-in-law of the Chen family?
He bowed.
"Fellow Daoist, you are joking. I am here only to build my foundation. How can I tolerate the love affairs of men and women? It is better not to say such words."

slip away.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay."

Li Xunhuan walked faster.

Among the monks watching, some were puzzled.

"We are both independent cultivators, why did the Chen family invite this fellow Taoist but treat us so harshly?"

Someone glanced at him and sneered, "You are ugly, but you have beautiful dreams."

Seeing that the other party still wanted to refute, he said directly,
"The Taoist friend just now is at the twelfth level of Qi training, and he doesn't look very old. How about you?"

"No, why do you look down on me? Although I come from a farming family, I can give birth to a child."

Li Xunhuan could no longer hear the argument here. He climbed up the mountain and reached the top.

The space on the top of the mountain is very large, even larger than Qingyunfang, and it is the place where the martial arts performances will be held at this Ascension Conference.

At this moment, in front of him were seven bluestone archways with the names of seven sects inscribed on them, including "Yanyue Sect", "Lingshou Mountain", "Huangfeng Valley", "Qingxu Sect", etc.

It's his turn to make a choice. Which sect should he join?
Huadaowu, Tianque Fort and Jujianmen were simply ignored by him.

Although Qingxu Sect is a Taoist sect, there is nothing surprising about it, so it was rejected.

He was born in Lanzhou, and should have entered Lingshou Mountain, but he refused because of his ugly appearance.

Li Xunhuan can be poisoned to death by a woman, but he cannot be killed by his ugliness.

The Yanyue Sect is very suitable for him.

Among the seven sects, the Yanyue Sect is the strongest.

If given a choice, why not say you don't want to have the strongest sect background?

The key point is that this is the leader of the Hehuan Sect, I love it.

So, he chose,

Yellow Maple Valley.

Acacia sect?
It is the Hehuan Sect where women are in charge!
The man went there, just to hang out?
Nangong Wan might really give you a bowl.

Huangfeng Valley is much better, they are all "acquaintances".

Li Xunhuan took a step forward, passed through the Huangfeng Valley archway, and entered the square of the Ascension Conference.

What to do next?
Call directly or follow the process!
The original book doesn’t say that.

(End of this chapter)