Mortal Mage

"My friend, you just promised, don't go back on your word!"

The fat man was chewing a fruit in his left hand, and at the same time he forced the wooden waist badge in his right hand into Zhang Mingxuan's arms, and said in a friendly manner, "From now on, I will be your senior brother. My name is Yi Pao, and the senior brothers in the sect often call me Da Pao."

Zhang Mingxuan took out a wooden sign from his arms, held it in his hand, and glanced at the words "Night Fragrance Worker of Shouyun Villa" on the wooden sign with a dull expression. He was originally looking forward to it, but now he couldn't say a word.

It was too hasty. I was too anxious to agree to it.

Obviously, this badge is not the badge for a menial disciple at all.

"This is not the badge of a menial disciple."

He held the badge in his hand and handed it back to the cannon.

Da Pao looked happy, but he did not take the badge at all. Instead, he immediately fumbled out a jade slip from his sleeve and held it in his hand, muttering rapidly to the jade slip, "The sect's 173rd miscellaneous disciple mission, recruiting 100 night incense workers, has been completed."

As soon as he finished speaking, the green jade slip flickered slightly, turned into starlight and disappeared.

"My friend, I have already reported you to the sect. From now on, you will be the 100th night incense worker of my Beast Cloud Villa. The first stop after Feizhou City passes through Xijun Monster Island is Beast Cloud Villa. Remember to get off the boat."

Dapao squinted his eyes and smiled. He rubbed his round belly with his stubby five fingers. Ignoring Zhang Mingxuan's worried expression, he stood up and left humming a little tune.

"Fat!"

Zhang Mingxuan frowned and shouted at the cannon.

Dapao hesitated for a moment, then turned around and quickly fled.

"Give me back my badge. I won't do it!"

Zhang Mingxuan suddenly stood up and took a step forward to chase after him.

Cannon fled out of the meeting hall in three or five steps, followed closely by Zhang Mingxuan.

"My dear friend, I am truly sorry. I have been working on this mission for three years and have yet to complete it. When you arrive at Shouyun Villa, I will treat you to a drink and make amends to you!"

As Da Pao finished speaking, a flying sword appeared out of thin air in front of him. He stepped on the flying sword with a "thump". The flying sword swayed left and right under the sudden weight and fell slightly. "My friend! My friend! I'm sorry, this mission is too difficult!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped on the jade sword, escaped from Zhou City, staggered into the clouds, and flew away.

"Your uncle's!"

Zhang Mingxuan clutched his badge and angrily cursed at the cannon that was leaving in the clouds.

Dapao originally thought that this was a simple task, but he searched for them in Zhou City for three years and still couldn't find them all. If he asked mortals to do this job, there would naturally be many willing to do it. However, there is a difference between humans and immortals. Even the most inferior sect is still a sect for cultivating immortals and mortals cannot be allowed to enter.

Dapao was only doing the sect's tasks. He didn't care at all about how useless the disciples he recruited were. It was just a job for him to carry dung.

Waste spiritual roots of the twelve lines? He couldn't care less. This person was recruited in Xianzhou City. It was said that people with waste spiritual roots were not allowed to enter Xianzhou City. Besides, who would care about the spiritual roots of a dung picker?

Zhang Mingxuan clutched the wooden sign, feeling unhappy. Although he hoped to be content just by joining any sect, he never expected to be tricked into carrying manure.

He had been deceived many times in the past few days, and he looked at the wooden sign in his hand with a depressed look.

Dejected, he returned to the meeting hall and sat down, waiting for the sound.

At this moment, Manman was in a private room on the second floor telling Yun about some of the daily rules and conditions of the Xianyuan Sect.

Everyone in the meeting hall had eaten and drunk their fill, and the disciples recruited by each sect had also been confirmed, and the crowd was slowly dispersing.

"Everyone, everyone, everyone!"

A one-eyed middle-aged man with his left eye wrapped in black cloth. He wore a white felt hat and a tiger-skin robe tied tightly with a cowhide belt.

"I am the leader of the Golden Dragon Gang. Today I was fortunate enough to obtain a low-grade, inferior spiritual vein! Is there any big sect that wants it?"

The one-eyed middle-aged man shouted to the dispersing crowd.

After hearing this, everyone turned their eyes to the stage.

At the same time, Zhang Mingxuan focused his eyes, perked up, and instantly put the unhappiness in his heart behind him.

"Low-grade spiritual vein? Take it out and let me see it!"

Shi Manman had already finished discussing the sect's affairs with Yun. She had just walked out of the box and was standing next to a private seat on the second floor of the meeting hall.

The one-eyed middle-aged man looked up and saw that the person who called out to him was the chief disciple who was the deacon of the outer sect of Xianyuan Sect. He immediately looked respectful.

He tapped the storage bag on his waist, and a dark wooden box flew out and fell into his hand.

He gently opened the black wooden box,

A dazzling green light suddenly shot out from the gap of the black wooden box, illuminating the entire meeting hall.

Inside the wooden box, a small green worm like a spring silkworm was wriggling.

"It is indeed a spiritual vein! But this spiritual vein has not yet taken the form of a dragon, so it should be a low-level, inferior spiritual vein."

"Even if it is a low-level, inferior spirit vein, if it is planted in the mountains, it can produce a thousand spirit stones a year!"

"Come on, a thousand low-grade spirit stones are not enough to support a few menial disciples."

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Zhang Mingxuan eavesdropped on the conversation between the two monks standing next to him. He stood up quietly and looked at the wooden box in the hand of the one-eyed middle-aged man.

If possible, he is ready to compete for this spiritual vein.

"What price are you going to sell it for?"

Shi Manman stood on the second floor, looked down at the one-eyed man and asked.

Xiyun stood beside Shi Manman.

Xianzhou City is jointly run by the six major sects. No spells can be cast or crimes can be committed in the city. Many major auctions are held in the city. It can be said to be the safest place in the entire Cuiyun Fairyland.

Therefore, cultivators who have made unexpected fortunes often sell them in Xianzhou City.

"According to the market price! Two hundred thousand mid-grade spirit stones!"

The one-eyed middle-aged man looked up and responded to Shi Manman on the stage.

"Okay, 200,000 mid-grade spirit stones. Our Xianyuan Sect wants them. When Feizhou City passes by Xianyuan Sect, I will report to the elders and trade in Zhou City."

When Shi Manman heard the price, she agreed without thinking.

This price for a low-grade spirit vein is considered fair and there is no room for bargaining. For a large sect, exchanging two hundred thousand mid-grade spirit stones for a spirit vein that can permanently produce low-grade spirit stones is very cost-effective.

Two thousand years is but a blink of an eye for a large sect.

When Zhang Mingxuan heard the selling price of two hundred thousand, he couldn't help but feel extremely angry.

Because the spiritual vein of Canglang Continent was only sold for 100,000 medium-grade spirit stones.

If this is the case, Tianze and Taicang were cheated by the immortal from the upper realm. No wonder the immortal was so kind as to give Li Si a top-grade spirit stone. It turned out that the profit was too big. The price was exactly doubled due to the difference of one realm.

This price also made Zhang Mingxuan helpless and daunting.

He only had less than 100,000 mid-grade spirit stones on him. If he relied on purchasing spirit veins to save Canglang, it now seemed like wishful thinking.

When the one-eyed middle-aged man heard this, Manman agreed immediately with a look of great joy on her face. "Haha! Very good!"

A hissing sound of "ji" suddenly echoed over Zhoucheng.

"Three hundred thousand!"

A vast and majestic immortal sound, accompanied by an invisible pressure, echoed in the room.

Everyone shuddered.

"Oh!"

The door of the meeting hall was blown open by a gust of fairy wind, and a beautiful man wrapped in white gauze floated into the hall.

A huge crane followed the man in white and flew into the meeting hall. The crane gradually shrank until it was the size of an arm and then stopped.

Cranes were flying around the man in white gauze.

"This is the immortal from the immortal world!"

"Immortal from the Immortal Realm!"

All the sect disciples in the hall knelt down in a rush, and Manman also knelt down on the ground.

This is the immortal who appeared in Canglang Continent!

Xiyun and Zhang Mingxuan recognized this person at the same time!

The immortal didn't seem to care about the people in the hall, but repeated to the one-eyed middle-aged man on the stage: "Three hundred thousand middle-grade spirit stones."

"Immortal... that should be an immortal!"

The one-eyed middle-aged man knelt tremblingly and continued, "I dare not take the immortal's spiritual stones. I can give this spiritual vein to the immortal for free. I only hope that the immortal can reward me with some skills or elixirs. I will be grateful!"

"Oh, well, since you have three mixed spiritual roots, I'll exchange this copy of 'The Art of Transforming Clouds, Walking Wind and Controlling Water' with you, okay?"

"The Art of Transforming Clouds, Moving Winds and Controlling Water?"

"Well, this method is designed for people with mixed spiritual roots of the five elements, and is more suitable for your physique."

"Immortal! Immortal! I do! I do!"

"Oh, be smart. If this Immortal likes it, then I will give you another Pure Root Pill to help you break through the Golden Core."

The beautiful immortal raised her jade hand and flicked her middle finger at the one-eyed middle-aged man. With a "chi" sound, a jade slip and a jade bottle shot directly into the storage bag on the one-eyed middle-aged man's waist.

The one-eyed middle-aged man stroked the storage bag gently, his face full of joy, and he stuck out his butt and kowtowed repeatedly to the immortal.

"receive!"

The beautiful immortal's words came true. With a "whoosh" sound, the black wooden box in the middle-aged man's hand flew into the beautiful immortal's hand along with the sound of breaking wind.

After collecting the wooden box, the immortal did not stop, but turned and flew away from the meeting hall. At the same time, the crane flying beside him grew from small to large.

The immortal took a light step and stood on the back of the crane with her bare feet.

The spiritual crane let out a long "chi" cry, which cut through the sky and disappeared into the clouds.

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