Mortal Mage

"Master!"

Li Xucheng stared at Zhang Mingxuan who was sitting on the stage paying the spirit stone.

Zhang Mingxuan gently placed a medium-grade spirit stone on the old Taoist's desk. The old Taoist hooked his fingers slightly, and the white jade screen floating above everyone's head flew in front of Zhang Mingxuan. Zhang Mingxuan grabbed the jade bottle, thanked him, turned around and saw Li Xucheng standing by the wall.

"Lao Li, why are you here?"

He looked at Li Xucheng in surprise and asked in surprise.

"Thanks to Master, I was able to enter the Dust Wind Sword Sect easily. In the first month, Elder Qing Ling of the Sword Sect took special care of me and asked the inner sect disciples to bring me to Monster Continent for training."

"This is? Your master?"

Xun Mo, who was standing beside him, looked at Zhang Mingxuan in confusion.

Last month, he went to Chenfeng Capital with this young man in a carriage. Along the way, the young man had a big quarrel with a beautiful woman, which made him upset.

The woman said she was the queen, and the young man said he was the emperor, and he insisted that he could repair the teleportation formation.

So he remembered that the young man and the woman should have brain diseases, and in order to avoid trouble, he comforted them along the way.

At this moment, his expression was full of surprise and uncertainty.

"Master, this is Fu Mo, a fellow Taoist I just met."

"Uncle, you are here too?"

Zhang Mingxuan was somewhat familiar with the old man, after all, they had been on the same journey, but they had never had an in-depth communication. When he heard Li Xucheng mention his name, he greeted him with an awkward smile.

"Cough cough..."

Fen Mo coughed twice to hide his embarrassment.

"Master, do you know him?"

"I waited for you in Qingniu Town for more than a month, but I didn't see you coming down the mountain. I thought you should have joined the Sword Sect, so I boarded the Immortal Boat from Chenfeng Capital and traveled with this old man for many days."

Zhang Mingxuan put the second-level Root Purifying Fluid in his hand into the storage ring in his finger and continued, "Old Li, this is not the place to talk. Let's go out and talk."

"Good good."

Li Xucheng responded three times and left Zuixianlou with Zhang Mingxuan.

When Fu Mo saw Zhang Mingxuan and Li Xucheng leave on their own, he was full of doubts.

These two people actually didn't take themselves seriously. What on earth allowed this man named Li Xucheng with mixed spiritual roots to enter the outer sect of the Sword Sect? Could it really be this young man named Zhang Mingxuan?

Recalling the conversation between the young man and the woman in the carriage, he suddenly woke up and realized.

"Yihe! Zi Ce! My dear grandson! Your great opportunity has arrived!"

Fu Mo suddenly trembled, grabbed his two grandsons, and chased after them.

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Zuixianlou, the main venue of the auction.

"The first item of this match is Starlight Glaze."

On the stage, a man in purple took out a gem that sparkled with emerald green light from the storage bag on his waist with two fingers. He pointed his index and middle fingers at the gem in the air, and then flew the gem above the heads of the people in the audience. He began to speak eloquently to the people in the audience.

Song Chengchen's butt kept squirming on the seat, trying to find a comfortable position. His eyes kept scanning the surroundings, revealing anxiety.

"Brother Song, if you hadn't told me that you were going to break through to the Golden Core stage in the next few days, you would have had the leisure to look for me."

Ji Yiqian grinned, squinted his eyes and sat next to Song Chengchen, snickered with his mouth crooked, and continued to mutter; "Tell me, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Old man, do you want to let that pure ice spirit root, Yun Yun, join your Tianyi Sect?"

Song Chengchen tapped the armrest of the chair lightly with his hand and asked in a low voice.

"Come on, Brother Song, that woman has already been issued a badge by the Xianyuan Sect, and she has no intention of joining our Tianyi Sect. There's no hope. You should talk about something else."

"Don't you want to enter the inner sect? I heard that your Tianyi Sect's inner sect has unique skills that cannot be learned by the outer sect."

"That technique is just a bunch of nonsense spread by idle people. As an outer sect member of Tianyi Sect, I have never seen it, let alone you, a casual cultivator."

"Even so, isn't it aggrieved for you to be a talent recruiter? Three hundred years, think about it, if you had traveled around for these three hundred years, you wouldn't have had many opportunities, but at least you wouldn't be so miserable. Zhen Youde not only deducted your spirit stones every month, but also suppressed you everywhere."

"What can I do? Zhen Youde's cousin is an inner sect disciple, and I have no relatives or friends in the Tianyi Sect."

"You probably don't know yet, but it was Zhen Youde who reported you for cheating people all over Zhou City. Over the past few decades, the blame for the declining reputation of the Tianyi Sect has been thrown on you by Zhen Youde."

"Don't stir up trouble. It's nonsense. I don't believe it without any evidence."

"Okay, then let me ask you, for that woman with ice spirit roots, according to common sense, joining your Tianyi Sect is the best choice, so why did she join the Xianyuan Sect?"

"Why not? Xianyuan Sect has a profound foundation, covering all aspects of martial arts, swordsmanship, mental skills, formations, alchemy, and weapon casting. Who wouldn't want to join?"

Ji Yiqian leaned back slightly, took out two green palm-spinning balls from the storage bag on his waist, held them in his hands and began to rotate them.

Song Chengchen bit his lip slightly, grasped the handle of the chair with one hand, adjusted his posture, glanced at the palm spin ball that was spinning non-stop in Yiqian's hand, and did not respond.

He looked calm, but his index finger kept tapping the handle of the chair.

"Did you tell anyone that I gave that woman rosemary?"

"I mentioned it as a fun topic while chatting with the law enforcement disciples of Zhou City yesterday."

"You! Brother Song, aren't you trying to hurt me? You usually keep your mouth shut! I trust you very much!"

Ji Yiqian's two balls spun faster, his thin, sallow face tilted as he asked in reproach.

"Old man, you've done this a lot. Last time you asked several friends to accompany you to spy. Everyone knows that you like to play."

"Alas, this matter is different! If that woman herself did not join our Tianyi Sect, it would not be a big deal. But if this gets to Zhen Youde's ears, Zhen Youde will definitely think that it was because I drugged her and made her feel disgusted, which led to the loss of an Ice Spiritual Root disciple from the sect. With Zhen Youde's character, he will definitely put the blame on me!"

Ji Yiqian's tone became heavier, his breathing became a little faster, the palm spin ball in his hand spun rapidly, and after a little pondering in his mind, he continued to speak; "This matter is also your fault. I usually take care of you a lot. Why didn't you tell me in advance that Zhoucheng had an ice spirit root this time?"

After thinking it over, he continued, "I even lost a bottle of the best Nemindan for this."

"My dear, you can't blame me for this. I went to your room that day but couldn't find you!"

Song Chengchen's eyes showed a hint of joy, and his index finger tapped quickly on the handle of the chair.

"You just said that you have a way to get that Ice Spiritual Root woman into our Tianyi Sect?"

His lips were dry. He spun the ball with one hand and took a sip of the spiritual tea on the table with the other hand.

"Why else would I ask you to do that?"

"Then tell me what you can do first?"

"Do you know how many years the old man next to the child with earth and wood spiritual roots has left to live?"

"What do you mean, Brother Song?"

Ji Yiqian stopped spinning the ball in his hand and used the sound transmission technique to ask Song Chengchen.

Low-level cultivators consume a lot of spiritual energy when using sound transmission, so they will not use it casually unless it is an extremely important matter.

"As far as I know, the old man's name is Fu Mo. He has been trapped in the ninth level of Qi Refining for more than a hundred years. He has less than three to five years left to live."

Song Chengchen stopped his fingertips and gently touched his neck with his left hand, a sinister smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"What does killing that old man have to do with that woman joining our Tianyi Sect?"

"Xianyuan Sect takes sect rules very seriously, and killing is not allowed in Xianzhou City. If that woman kills Fu Mo, Xianyuan Sect will expel her from the sect for the sake of face and hand her over to the six major sects for handling. In this way, he will be targeted by the six major sects. If your Tianyi Sect can protect her, won't she be grateful?"

"This is impossible. There is no reason for that woman who is at the sixth level of Qi Refining to kill an old man at the ninth level of Qi Refining. Besides, this is Zhou City."

"What if we use the fox demon's charm to control it?"

Song Chenchen raised the corner of his mouth and continued to transmit his voice; "This old man was going to die anyway. It doesn't matter if he dies one day earlier or one day later. If he dies one day earlier, you can recruit such a pure ice spirit root jade girl back to the sect master. Not only will your sect master look at you with new eyes, but the woman will also owe you a big favor. With such a powerful backer, isn't it only a matter of time for you, an outer sect disciple with three mixed spirit roots, to enter the inner sect?"