Mortal Mage

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A huge flying boat, like a fairy city, was suspended above the clouds, with golden runes flowing and flickering on the crystal clear boat.

Flowing ribbons are hung on the four corners of the boat, fluttering in the wind.

Above the deck, there stood attic palaces, with layers, rows and rows of endless crystal windows in the attics, which emitted a faint fairy light.

Below the deck, the ship looks like a floating modern building, with densely packed windows dotted along the hull.

The windows are surrounded by exquisite embroidery patterns, which are charming and colorful.

The huge deck at the bow, originally a place for rest, became a makeshift market.

The market sells all kinds of immortal materials, magic weapons, elixirs, weapons, talismans, and magical beasts.

The wandering monks, some holding magic weapons, some wearing jade swords and spears, some riding monsters, some leading demons, flow in an endless stream.

These wandering monks displayed things, also things they wanted to sell.

The monks exchanged various spiritual weapons and dazzling magic weapons with each other and discussed their respective experiences.

A faint fragrance filled the air inside and outside the flying boat, coming from the sea of ​​magical herbs and flowers on board.

The entire flying boat is like a mobile immortal city, prosperous and full of vitality.

The flying boat did not stop above the clouds, but instead threw away a "small boat" several hundred feet in size at the tail.

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A dozen sword-riding monks accompanied the "small boat" into the sea of ​​clouds and landed in the city.

The huge shadow of the "small boat" slowly covered the sky above the city and slowly descended.

In the center of the square, there is a huge pit, which is filled with sewage after the rain.

A dense crowd stopped around the pit, and everyone looked up at the sky, admiring the annual "spectacle".

"Aircraft carrier..."

Zhang Mingxuan looked up blankly, his mouth opening wider and wider, and he stopped talking halfway through his words.

His feet seemed to be nailed in. The huge pressure of the flying boat made it difficult for him to breathe. His whole body was trembling. "It's so shocking!"

"This is a small boat, don't get excited."

The old man was holding two children, bowing in front of Zhang Mingxuan, also looking up at the flying boat, and spoke in a calm tone.

"When will Tianze also have such a powerful flying boat?"

Xiyun stood beside Zhang Mingxuan, gritting her teeth, staring at the "boat" infatuatedly.

"Aircraft carrier what?"

When she came to her senses, she turned her head to look at Zhang Mingxuan.

Zhang Mingxuan shook his head frantically, mumbling in denial, "It's a poem that came to me when I was inspired."

"Scatter! Scatter! Scatter!"

Teams of yellow-robed soldiers holding broadswords rushed into the square and dispersed the people in the square.

The flying boat slowly floated down, and with a "bang", it touched the water surface in the pit of the square.

With a loud "wow!", the water in the puddle burst out and splashed the densely packed crowd around into drowned rats.

"I told you to disperse but you didn't! Can't you see this huge puddle of water? Last year you sold cattle and sheep here and all of you became shit people. This year you are here to wash shit, right?"

A burly soldier in a yellow robe holding a broadsword stood far away and laughed at the crowd of onlookers.

At this time, the crowd, who had become soaked rats, began to curse and slowly dispersed.

Obviously, this pit was formed by the "small boat" landing and crushing year after year.

"boom……"

A huge passage collapsed on the side of the boat, and a dozen sword-flying monks who were accompanying the boat put away their flying swords and fell from the air.

At the same time, the flying sword gradually became smaller and went into the storage bags on their waists.

"All mortals who want to board the boat must first test their spiritual roots. Those without spiritual roots are not allowed to board the boat!" A dozen cultivators blocked the passage. One of them, a handsome man in purple brocade, took a step forward and continued, "As usual, cultivators who have not established their foundation will not be allowed to enter the boat city. Ten low-grade spiritual stones are required. If you want to enter the boat city, you need one hundred low-grade spiritual stones!"

After he finished speaking, several of the monks took out a huge black stone, a jade artifact, or a crystal ball from the storage bags on their waists, while one monk transformed himself into a small flamingo with a fiery body, and the flamingo stood on his shoulder.

"Start boarding the boat now!"

The purple-clad man announced loudly.

The people who were surrounding the flying boat, all soaked, began to move slowly, as if it had already become a habit, and they all lined up in an orderly manner and walked forward.

Boarding the flying boat is also an opportunity to test one's spiritual roots, so many people come to join in the fun.

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"You old man! You come here every year to board the flying boat. I told you that you have no spiritual roots! Go away!"

"Immortal! Immortal! Let me test it again, maybe I will be pregnant this year!"

"Go away, go away, don't cause more trouble!" A purple-robed monk shouted at an old man.

"I'm afraid there won't be any good stuff this year."

Another female monk in purple clothes stared tiredly at a huge black stone in front of her and shook her head.

Crowds lined up to touch the black stone, but the black stone did not react at all.

"Old lady, you come here every year, and my spirit stone has become patinated by you."

The woman in purple looked helpless and looked at an old woman with a cane with contempt.

The old woman refused to give in and limped over to touch the crystal ball of a man next to her.

"Old lady, my soul-testing crystal is from the Xianyuan Sect, so it can't be wrong. You've touched it and it's become patinated."

The man and the woman looked at each other with helplessness on their faces.

"Old lady... this spirit-testing array was personally designed and drawn by the ancestor of the Array Sect. It is impossible for it to be wrong."

Another middle-aged man looked at the old lady who was constantly ravaging his formation plate. He looked disgusted, but spoke politely.

"Old lady... I, the soul-detecting bird, really don't want to smell you. Please go away..."

On the shoulder of the last man in purple stood a spirit bird that looked like a flame. When the bird saw the old lady coming, its eyelids drooped and it refused to open.

The old lady reached out her hand towards the spirit bird without giving in.

The purple-clothed man showed helplessness, fumbled for a pill from his storage bag and threw it to the spirit bird. The spirit bird caught it in one gulp and swallowed it before opening its eyes slightly. The spirit bird glanced at the old lady with disdain and then closed its eyes.

The old lady snorted angrily and left angrily with her crutches.

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The sun was shining brightly in the sky. Zhang Mingxuan shook off the mud on his body. His clothes were already dry.

He and Yun also lined up close to the flying boat.

"Brother! Pure wood spiritual roots!"

The woman in purple stared at a baby of about eight or nine years old, her expression excited and she shouted in surprise.

The black stone before her turned into a pure gray.

"Mu Linggen is a genius in alchemy! He hasn't been seen in a thousand years!" The purple-clothed man also looked shocked and continued, "If this boy can become a great man, the price of elixirs in the entire fairyland will drop a bit!"

The purple-clothed woman nodded gently to signal the child to get on the boat. Before she could calm down, another child of eight or nine years old touched the spirit stone beside her, and the spirit stone suddenly turned into an extremely pure khaki color.

"Pure earth spiritual root, formation master! A pure earth spiritual root appeared in Cuiyun Fairyland! Who said there are no good things this year!" The purple-clothed man announced excitedly, and then turned sideways to a young cultivator beside him and ordered loudly; "Please ask the old man and the two fairy children to get on the boat! The Emperor's Room No. 1 will be allocated for free!"

The young monk strode towards the old man, then bent down to protect the old man and the two children as they stepped into the boat.

The people nearby all exclaimed.

"The elixir can increase the lifespan of ordinary people. I'm afraid the relatives and friends of this family will be blessed with great fortunes."

The crowd was buzzing.

Yun Gu glanced at everyone and snorted.

She walked to the black spirit-measuring stone, looked at the patinated spirit-measuring stone with disdain, shook it, and then walked sideways to the spirit-measuring bird.

When the spirit bird saw Yun approaching, it flapped its wings in fear.

Before Yun Yun got close, the spirit bird let out two "chi chi!" screams, and all its feathers instantly turned white, like frozen frost.

"Fellow Daoist with Ice Spiritual Roots, please get on board."

The man under the bird's claws raised his hand respectfully to Yu Yun.

"It's okay, I'll wait for my friend."

Yanyun stood in front of the bird and turned to glance at Zhang Mingxuan.

Zhang Mingxuan glanced at several items related to side spiritual roots, and finally walked to a round silver plate that was half his height.

The rune structure of this silver plate was exposed, and he could roughly understand the structural principles.

The silver plate was engraved with sloppy, crisscross runes and lines. There were twelve runes surrounding the plate like a clock, and outside the runes were small characters with the paint peeling off.

"Gold, wood, water, fire, earth, ice, wind, thunder, yin, yang, heaven, earth."

Following the instructions of the monk beside the silver plate, he placed his hand in the center of the silver plate.

The silver plate was slightly sluggish. The monk glanced at the array plate and found nothing unusual. He was about to raise his hand to signal Zhang Mingxuan to leave.

At this moment, a strong white light suddenly lit up in the center of the array disk, which dispersed into twelve colored rays that moved around the disk, lighting up the twelve runes of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, ice, wind, thunder, yin, yang, heaven, and earth in turn.

Zhang Mingxuan looked at the formation plate excitedly, and raised his head to look at the man in purple guarding in front of the formation plate.

The purple-clothed man looked indifferent and glanced at Zhang Mingxuan; "What are you looking at? You useless spiritual root, can't you understand?"

"Waste spiritual roots can be lit up?"

Zhang Mingxuan's heart was pounding and he looked at the man in confusion.

"You can't light up if you don't have spiritual roots. Your spiritual roots are useless."

"What's the difference?"

"It makes no difference. Go, go, go."

The man waved his hands impatiently at Zhang Mingxuan.

"Fellow Daoist, he is my friend, please explain it clearly."

The rhyme spoke gently to the man.

The man felt his bones go numb, and his expression instantly turned respectful. He did not look at Zhang Mingxuan, but explained to Yunyun: "My dear, these common sense things are probably nothing to talk about, right?"

"I'd like to trouble you to solve my doubts."

With a gentle tone and an aloof look on her face, Xiyun looked at Zhang Mingxuan.

"That's fine."

The man stared at Yun intently and said quickly, "If there are more than five kinds of spiritual roots in the body, the major sects will consider it useless spiritual roots. Everyone knows that the purer the spiritual roots, the faster the cultivation and the less spiritual power consumption. To cultivate a single spiritual root to the first level of Qi Refining, two low-grade spiritual stones are needed. From the first level of Qi Refining to the foundation-building stage, only one thousand and twenty-four low-grade spiritual stones are needed. If it is a five-star mixed spiritual root, this number must be multiplied by five, which is 5,120 spiritual stones."

The man glanced at Zhang Mingxuan with disdain and continued to explain, "For a useless spiritual root like his, it needs to be multiplied by twelve. He needs 10,000 spiritual stones to reach the foundation-building stage, and the speed is twelve times slower than that of a single spiritual root. This also takes into account the skills, elixirs, magic weapons, monsters, and ice blades."

He stared at Yun enthusiastically, then turned sideways, shook his head and said to Zhang Mingxuan, "If you are building a foundation with five elements of mixed spiritual roots, you will need at most a mid-grade foundation-building pill. Once you have more than five spiritual roots, you will need a top-grade, best-grade, or even immortal-grade foundation-building pill. It's hard to find a top-grade foundation-building pill in this world. Who can refine an immortal-grade foundation-building pill for useless spiritual roots to build a foundation?"

"If all of them were counted, a sect wouldn't even be able to afford to support a useless spiritual root like his."

After the purple-clothed man finished speaking, he bowed to Yun Yun and made a gesture of invitation, and waved his right hand frantically towards the crowd towards Zhang Mingxuan, signaling him to leave.