Family Cultivation: True Dragon Immortal Tree

Zhang Xichun looked around and said calmly: "This blood soul grass is a fifth-level middle-grade elixir. If you are interested, you may wish to exchange it for something of equal value."

However, unexpectedly, the scene fell into silence for a while.

Although the monks present were all fourth-level Taoist powerhouses, it was obvious that not many had fifth-level elixirs.

Even if they had it, they were not willing to exchange it for this Blood Soul Grass easily.

The atmosphere gradually became a little awkward.

At this moment, Shen Qingyun, who had been silent, stood up.

He took out a spiritual medicine that also exuded a faint halo from his storage bag and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, I have a fifth-level mid-grade Phantom Flower here. Can I exchange it with your Blood Soul Grass?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes were focused on Shen Qingyun.

The phantom flower is an important material for refining illusions, and is also very precious.

The moment Zhang Xichun saw the Phantom Flower, his expression changed several times.

He seemed to be engaged in a fierce inner struggle. Finally, he took a deep breath and nodded: "Okay, I agree to the exchange."

The two quickly completed the deal. The other monks looked at this scene and couldn't help but look at each other. Everyone realizes that there may be an unknown story behind these two seemingly ordinary transactions.

Someone whispered: "It seems that Fellow Daoist Shen and Fellow Daoist Zhang are not simple."

"Yes, what they brought out were all fifth-level elixirs, and they exchanged them so happily. There must be something hidden."

"It seems that the story between these two is very deep. I don't know what the connection is between them."

Ye Changsheng observed all this silently, with a strong interest in his heart.

He thought to himself: "It seems that everyone in this Ten Friendship Club has their own secret. You should pay more attention to it in the future, maybe you can get some useful information from it."

Next, it was Shen Qingyun's turn to show off his treasure.

He stood up, glanced around indifferently, and said with a slight smile: "Fellow Taoists, just now Taoist friend Zhang took out the fifth-level elixir, which inspired me a lot. I also have a treasure that I want to share with you."

After saying that, he took out a spiritual fruit that exuded gleaming light from his storage bag.

The spiritual fruit is surrounded by a faint halo, as if it is alive.

"This is a fifth-level mid-grade Holy Spirit Fruit. It can cure the soul damage of fifth-level beings. It is a rare treasure for monks who practice the soul path."

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was shocked again.

"Another fifth-level elixir!"

“This Ten Friends Meeting is really an eye-opener!”

"The Holy Spirit Fruit is a legendary treasure. I didn't expect to see it today."

Everyone was talking, their eyes filled with wonder and longing.

Zhang Xichun looked at the Holy Spirit Fruit, a trace of fire flashed in his eyes, but it quickly dimmed again. He smiled bitterly and said: "Friend Daoist Shen, you are making things difficult for us. Although I like this thing, I am afraid I don't have a suitable treasure in my hands to exchange for it."

The other monks also looked embarrassed, obviously unable to produce treasures equivalent to the Holy Spirit Fruit.

Just when the atmosphere was a little awkward, Murong Shuang, who had always kept a low profile, stood up. She was wearing a simple and elegant green dress, and her face was cold, giving people an otherworldly feeling.

She said softly: "Fellow Daoist Shen, I have a fifth-grade low-grade psychic grass here. Legend has it that it was a rare elixir used to worship the immortals in the upper world in ancient times. Haven't your Shen family been collecting traces of various rare elixirs? I must be interested in this psychic grass.”

After that, she took out a crystal-clear spiritual grass from her sleeve. There was a faint fairy spirit lingering on the spiritual grass, making it look particularly mysterious.

When Shen Qingyun saw the psychic grass, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he smiled happily.

"Fellow Daoist Murong has indeed kept it secret. Our Shen family has indeed been looking for this psychic grass. If we can get it, the family elders will be extremely happy. I am willing to exchange it with you for the Holy Spirit Fruit."

Murong Shuang nodded slightly: "Thank you very much, Fellow Daoist Shen."

The two successfully completed the transaction.

When everyone saw this, they couldn't help but look at Murong Shuang with admiration.

"I didn't expect fellow Taoist Murong to have such a treasure."

"It seems that she has always been very low-key and unfathomable."

“Today was really an eye-opener.”

Ye Changsheng observed silently from the side, thinking to himself: "Murong Shuang looks ordinary, but in fact he is very hidden."

Next, other monks stepped forward to show off their treasures.

Li Xuanji took out a fourth-grade high-grade fire Ganoderma lucidum, which could enhance the power of fire-attribute skills.

Jiang Xuan took out a thunder spirit fruit, which aroused the interest of many monks.

Everyone was coming and going, and the transaction was going on enthusiastically.

As time goes by, the transaction will gradually come to an end.

Everyone was satisfied with the harvest and had smiles on their faces.

The night is getting darker and the bright moon is in the sky.

Everyone was still unsatisfied, but they also knew it was time to say goodbye.

They said goodbye to each other and agreed to meet again next time.

Half a month passed quietly.

On this day, Ye Changsheng was sitting quietly in the courtyard of the Golden Light Fortress, feeling the fluctuations of the spiritual energy around him.

Suddenly, an attendant came to report: "Master Ye, there is a fellow Taoist named Ma Zhiyuan outside who wants to see you."

Ye Changsheng smiled slightly and thought to himself: "It seems that he has finally figured it out."

He stood up and ordered: "Invite him in."

After a while, Ma Zhiyuan walked into the courtyard.

His face was still a little pale, but there was a hint of determination in his eyes.

"Master Ye, excuse me."

"You're welcome, Fellow Daoist Ma, please sit down."

Ye Changsheng personally poured him a cup of spiritual tea, the fragrance of the tea was refreshing.

Ma Zhiyuan took the teacup and said nervously: "After considering for this period of time, I have made a decision. I am willing to accept Mr. Ye's proposal."

Ye Changsheng nodded, with a relieved smile on his face. "Brother Ma's decision really makes me very happy. The cooperation between us will definitely be mutually beneficial."

"But, I don't know what Mr. Ye's requirements for the employment period are?"

Ma Zhiyuan asked tentatively.

Ye Changsheng smiled slightly and said frankly: "I hope to sign a Taoist oath contract for at least two hundred years. I wonder what Brother Ma thinks?"

Hearing this number, Ma Zhiyuan frowned slightly, obviously hesitant.

"Two hundred years is indeed a bit long. However, since it is Mr. Ye's sincerity, I can't refuse it."

"Brother Ma, don't worry, I will definitely not treat you unfairly within two hundred years. In addition to the salary and rewards mentioned earlier, I will also provide additional cultivation resources to help you improve your cultivation." Ye Changsheng said sincerely.

Ma Zhiyuan pondered for a moment, and finally nodded and said: "Okay, in this case, I am willing to sign the contract."

The two then took out the Daoshi Jade Slip and engraved their own spiritual marks on it.

As the contract was reached, an invisible force connected the two together.