Cultivating Immortality: Taking on the cause and taking over the result, fellow Taoists, help me!

"Ding Yu, you still need to store the talismans and spirit stones, and collect the membership fees."

At this time, Li Yu looked at a skinny middle-aged man with two moustaches.

Ding Yu, Chang Wei's former butler, was the one who turned from darkness to light and informed him that Chang Wei's practice had gone wrong.

Subsequently, he also assisted him in quickly collecting the power that Chang Wei had delegated.

Let him seize the initiative in the next competition for the leader.

But Ding Yu, a person who sells out his master for glory, would not be reused by him.

But after all, Ding Yu has the "merit of following the dragon", and he cannot leave people with the handle of killing the donkey after he has done his work.

So re-employing Ding Yu at this time makes him look like he is a man of virtuous people and open-minded.

Ding Yu did not expect Li Yu to reuse him again, and thanked him repeatedly with excitement, almost kneeling down.

The others also showed envious eyes, because you know that the membership fee that Ding Yu is responsible for is the most profitable job.

After all, how much the membership fee is collected, isn't it up to him?

"Chang Wei gave me a list before, you should collect according to the list, don't miss any.

Some may have been missed before, remember to ask them to pay all the dues."

"Yes, leader, there will be no fish that slip through the net!"

Ding Yu promised hurriedly.

He then remembered something and said to Li Yu.

"Leader, someone below reported that some talisman masters have been selling talismans privately at the casual cultivator trade fair in recent days."

Li Yu frowned slightly when he heard this.

How can this be allowed!

More than half of these dues will go into his pocket, and he feels distressed if he loses a penny.

People who seriously disrupt the market really deserve to die.

"Who are they specifically? Do you know?"

"It has not been investigated clearly yet. At present, there are only a few known casual cultivators, Cao Lin, Li Rui, and Ge Hong.

By the way, there is also a man named 'Wu Dao Ren', who has also become famous recently.

But it is said that he is a demon cultivator and has killed two casual cultivators in the early stage of Qi Refining."

Li Yu waved his hand and said with disdain.

"I've never heard of any sorcerer or demon cultivator who only targets those in the early stages of Qi training. Most of them are rumors.

No matter who they are, they must not give up a penny less. You can bring some guests from the association with you. If you don't obey, you know what to do!"

"Don't worry, leader!"

Ding Yu didn't take it seriously. These casual cultivators were the softest.

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In the training room.

In the polyp skeleton, Lu Ming squirmed, and he changed from a handsome young man to a short and fat middle-aged man.

After playing back and forth several times, Lu Ming stopped changing and returned to his original state.

"Wow, the combination of "Moving Bones and Shrinking Bones" and "Burning Blood Secret Technique" is perfect. Now I don't have to worry about my identity being exposed when I go out!"

Lu Ming thought happily.

Just looking at the golden book, he saw that the names of [Chang Yun] and [Huang Quan] had disappeared.

He sighed with some melancholy.

Two more good brothers are missing!

People nowadays are so fragile that they can't even bear the pain. They are useless!

However, this also reminded Lu Ming that it was time to add new people, preferably those in the late stage of Qi Refining.

Now even the cultivators in the middle stage of Qi Refining could not withstand his cultivation.

Just as he was thinking this, the golden book changed.

Two names gradually emerged.

[Li Yu] [Ding Yu]

"......"

What goes around comes around?

Where did this cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining come from?

Looking at the name listed alongside Chang Wei, Lu Ming fell into deep thought.

"Li Yu... ah, I remember it!"

Zhang Li sent him a message a few days ago, asking him to pay attention to the changes within the Fu Xiu League, and he went to find out.

One of the two deputy leaders is called Li Yu.

But who is this Ding Yu?

Lu Ming has never heard of him, but since the two of them are on the list at the same time, they are probably from the Fu Xiu League.

As for the reason for being on the list, Lu Ming has two guesses, either it is aimed at the independent Fu Xiu Master, and he is just affected, or it is aimed at him personally.

But it will definitely not be him, but the identity of the "Wu Dao Ren".

"It seems that I have been noticed."

But Lu Ming didn't care at all. What the witch Taoist did was none of his business.

He was just an honest and decent child.

Lu Ming closed the golden book, stood up and walked out of the practice room. Looking at the bright moon hanging high, he smiled.

"Welcome to join!"

He didn't think about these things anymore. The black market this month was about to open. He would not practice in the last few days. He planned to relax.

"Speaking of it, I have been an ascetic monk since I crossed over. I haven't enjoyed it well. This body seems to be a virgin. It's really embarrassing!"

I don't know what the fairy Zizhe tastes like.

Lu Ming is thinking about finding a time to take a look. He doesn't know if the golden book can transfer the negative effects caused by the loss of essence.

After all, dual cultivation is also practice.

But it's better to conserve energy before going to the black market.

We have to prepare what we should prepare.

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Three days later.

Qingyue Lake, outside Qingzhufang City.

At this time, the moon is setting in the middle of the sky.

Lu Ming looked at the bridge on the lake in front of him with a slightly expectant look.

Following Zhang Li's instructions, he came to the Qingyue Lake outside Qingzhufang City and waited for the guide.

Although it was called the periphery, it was actually quite far away, about ten miles away from Qingzhufang City.

At first, Lu Ming thought he had gone to the wrong place, because he said that there was a lake outside the market.

I didn't expect that the cultivation world had no concept of the distance between the boundaries.

Ten miles is relatively close, dozens or hundreds of miles is not far, hundreds or thousands of miles is far.

However, after searching for a while, he still saw a huge lake.

There was a faint mist on the lake, and the distant scene was not clear.

At this time, he wore a hat and a black robe. His figure under the black robe was burly and tall, and his face had also been adjusted.

The aura on his body had changed after activating the secret method of burning blood.

After waiting for a while, he saw a black sail boat slowly approaching him.

When he got closer, he saw only an old man holding a bamboo pole on the boat.

"The immortal path is like a mayfly crossing in all kinds of ways."

The old man said in a hoarse voice.

Lu Ming knew that this was a black market code, and answered without hesitation.

"It's as small as a grain of sand in the vast ocean."

"Do you have a certificate?"

Lu Ming flipped his right hand, and a black token appeared, and then threw it to the old man.

The old man took a look, nodded, and returned the token after confirmation, and motioned Lu Ming to get on the boat.

At this time, there were several men in black on the boat, keeping a certain distance from each other and all silent.

Lu Ming's appearance did not attract their attention, and he did not speak, waiting quietly like the others.

After another three sticks of incense, several people came on the boat again.

The old man then held the bamboo pole and let the black-sailed boat leave in the moonlight, heading towards the bridge under Qingyue Lake.

A layer of mist gradually rose, and the surrounding environment began to change, and all kinds of lively noises came to the face.

Lu Ming noticed that they were sailing on a river at this time. There were pavilions and towers on both sides of the river, all kinds of shops, selling cultivation items, and there were monks coming in and out of them.

"We're here."

At this time, the old man's voice came.

Lu Ming got off the boat and stepped on the bluestone steps beside the river bank.

Looking around, the black market seemed to be on an island in the middle of the lake.

"Is it the formation that covered up the island in the middle of the lake..."

He guessed that the black market must be closely related to the Murong family. How could they allow others to sleep beside their bed? How could they dare to build it without their permission?

Lu Ming thought to himself, and his figure had already mixed into the crowd and walked towards a street.