Mortal: I can trade everything

Chapter 45 I Want That Bowl Too (Please Read)
In Huangfeng Valley, to the south of the sect protection formation, there is a gate hundreds of meters high.

There is a mountain top below the portal.

This is the Huangfeng Valley’s reception platform for outsiders to enter the sect.

There are eight such reception platforms in total.

Any cultivator who attempts to bypass these eight reception platforms and enter the sect will be regarded as a challenge to Huangfeng Valley.

Because of the reputation of the sect protection formation, no such cultivator has appeared in a thousand years.

On this day, three Foundation Establishment Managers led eighteen Qi Condensation disciples to guard here.

It is of higher standards and more solemn than ever before.

The Huangfeng Valley's five-yearly disciple-recruiting ceremony is about to begin. Other sects will come to watch the ceremony, and they cannot afford to be negligent.

Of course, this is just on the surface; private messages are not allowed.

"Look, a three-headed black snake."

"Where is it? Why can't I see it?"

A new consular disciple (Qi training stage seventh level) looked around like an ordinary person, not daring to move or use his spiritual sense to offend the newcomer.

However, no?
He sent a message to the man just now.

"You are lying, there is none at all."

"A newcomer, eh? The speed of a Jindan cultivator's spirit beast is so fast that it will be too late for you to see it."

"Brother, are you talking about Jindan cultivators?"

The telepathic communication was clearly just the transfer of information, but it revealed a sense of trepidation.

“Of course, you have to know that this is a three-headed black snake. It has the chance to advance to the Nascent Soul stage, and only the direct descendants of the direct descendants of Spirit Beast Mountain have it.”

“Hiss, Nascent Soul!”

There was no sound from his spiritual consciousness for a long time. Just when he thought the newcomer was trembling with fear, he heard again,
"Is our sect so powerful now? The once-in-five-years disciple-recruiting ceremony is coming to Spiritual Beast Mountain to watch?"

"What do you know? This time is different. The master of the sect who has reached the Jindan stage has accepted a disciple with an extraordinary spiritual root. Forget it. What can I say to you? Just guard your sect."

Everything returned to silence.

On the other hand, after the three-headed black snake in their voice transmission passed through the South Heaven Gate, it continued to move forward under the guidance of a command arrow, and finally arrived outside a mountain with a deafening thunderous roar.

On top of the three-headed black snake, there was a cultivator wearing a robe made of monster fur. He looked mighty and majestic, and an aura of fierceness blew towards you.

"Fellow Daoist Lei, why don't you open the door to the cave? Are you afraid of me?"

"Humph, just pretending."

Zhong Cheng didn't care what Lei Wanhe said. He smiled heartily and controlled the three-headed black snake into the cave.

The next moment, a figure appeared on a floating island.

The sound of thunder was still audible to him. He took a step forward and the spirit beast went into the bag, dodging a bolt of lightning in the process.

"Fellow Daoist Lei, this thunder technique is becoming more and more sophisticated, but you just don't know how to judge people. I, Zhong Cheng from Lingshou Mountain, am a good person."

In front of Zhong Cheng, figures were gathered in groups of two or three, and their reactions varied when they saw the situation.

"My seven sects in Yue Kingdom are of the same origin. Brother Lei, you are going too far."

"Brother, you are indeed wrong."

"Humph,"

Lei Wanhe glared at Li Huayuan, who was taking advantage of the situation to take revenge. Then he turned to Zhong Cheng and said,

"Old Ghost Zhong, did you bring some good treasures this time? Don't let me look down on you."

Zhong Cheng patted his chest and assured, "It will definitely surprise you."

After a pause, he looked at his fellow practitioners present. Apart from the few Jindan cultivators from Huangfeng Valley, there were also cultivators from Qingxu Sect and Huadaowu Sect. He then asked in confusion,
"Why don't you see fellow Daoists from the Moon-shattering Sect?"

. . .

"Here it is."

As soon as Li Xunhuan entered his master's cave, he heard Master Nie waving to him, and there were several female monks beside her.

Without thinking, he walked forward and greeted everyone one by one.

"Meet Master's Wife, meet Master Hongfu, and meet several Master Uncles."

Finally, he looked at the last tall female monk and said nothing.

The other person was wearing the palace dress of a Qi training disciple of the Yanyue Sect, and her face was covered by a veil, so it was hard to see clearly, but she still reminded people of an elf-like girl. Could it be?
I am also your uncle.

How could Nangong Wan not know what Li Xunhuan meant? In the world of immortal cultivation, a higher level of cultivation makes a huge difference in status, and the other party wanted her to be the first to greet.

Damn it, junior.

She has always been the one bullying others by relying on her seniority, and she enjoys this feeling in her heart.

Now, the situation is reversed, and she, a talented cultivator who has reached the Dan stage after a hundred years, is asked to pay tribute to a cultivator who has just established his foundation?
If it weren't for the fact that Su Nu's reincarnation power was too strange, and now was the reincarnation period, she would definitely make the other party suffer.

The control of a Jindan cultivator is so strong that she didn't show it on the surface. She bowed and said,

"Nangong, Ping greets Uncle Master."

Li Xunhuan nodded slightly in response.

The martial arts practitioner's self-control is also quite good, and there is no sign of any other thoughts on his face.

It's really her.

Nangong Wan.

A perfect companion who switches back and forth between girly and mature styles.

However, Li Xunhuan was a little confused.

Where is Hongniang Mojiao and the capsules?
nothing!
Damn it.

You have the means of death.

Among the people present, only Yanyue Zong Nishang knew Nangong Wan's identity, but she did not stop her.

It’s not a good thing that my junior sister is practicing too fast and has little experience in interpersonal relationships.

She didn't know why, but a smile flashed through her heart. It was so rare to see her junior sister suffer a loss, it was so interesting.

There were five people at the scene, each with different thoughts.

Nie looked Li Xunhuan up and down.
He had not yet put on a crown, had a tuft of hair on the back of his head, and wore an ugly yellow silk shirt, but his handsomeness could not be concealed.

She laughed and showed off to others.

"Look at my apprentice, what do you think?"

"With such appearance, no one in Yanyue Sect can match it. It's a pity that he didn't come to Yanyue Sect."

"good."

Lian Hongfu also nodded and praised, which was rare.

It has only been two years since he started building his foundation, but he is already close to the middle stage of building his foundation. This shows that he has extraordinary talent.

Only her appearance didn't agree with her.

Nangong Wan really wanted to interrupt and mock the younger generation for being worse than this, but she was just a small Qi training cultivator and had no right to speak.

In fact, Master Nie had no intention of listening to her advice. After showing off her apprentice, she turned around and said disdainfully,
"Xun Huan, why are you still wearing the yellow silk shirt?"

Li Xun Huan was startled. "Master's Wife, isn't it the sect's rule to wear a yellow silk shirt on important occasions?"

"What sect rules? You are Lei Wanhe's direct disciple, so naturally it's different."

Nie Shi Niang was both pleased and ashamed by Li Xun Huan's obedience to the rules. She rolled her eyes at him and said unhappily,
"Fortunately I prepared it for you."

As she finished speaking, she wiped her hands over the storage bag, and when she raised her hands, she was holding a set of clothes.

The collar is black with red trim, and no other parts are visible.

Li Xunhuan felt vaguely familiar with it, and when he put it on, he felt even more familiar with it.

A set of black crown clothes.

He wore a robe with wide sleeves, which was dotted with white like stars.

The inner layer is a red lining, except for the collar and the belt around the waist. There is a knee-length guard in front that falls to the hem.

Isn't this,

Is Erlang Shen wearing black uniform?

"Master's Wife, is it really okay to participate in the sect's disciple-recruiting ceremony like this?"

Mrs. Nie stared at him intently, nodded vigorously, and said with satisfaction,
"It's just to let others know that you are different from others."

(End of this chapter)