Mortal Mage

"Junior Brother Li...you call him...Master?"

Hua Yu took a step forward, her face full of doubt and her tone hesitant.

"To be honest, Senior Sister, this is my independent cultivation master, Zhang Mingxuan."

Li Xucheng stepped to the center of the two, bowed to Zhang Mingxuan and Hua Yu respectively, and introduced them in a gentle tone; "Master, this is the fourteenth direct disciple of Elder Qingling of the Chenfeng Sword Sect's Dan Pavilion, Hua Yu, whom I mentioned to you."

"what!"

After hearing this, Hua Yu looked at Zhang Mingxuan carefully, then used her spiritual sense to investigate. A trace of suspicion appeared between her eyebrows, and she asked Li Xucheng half-doubtingly, "It can be seen that your master is quite generous, but I don't know who your master's master is?"

"This……"

Li Xucheng also wanted to know the same question, so he turned sideways and looked at Zhang Mingxuan.

"Miss Hua Yu, to be honest, I have no cultivation skills, I just have a basic understanding of formations."

"No cultivation? Do you know the formation?"

"Well, I'm just a errand disciple of Shouyun Villa."

Zhang Mingxuan reached out and picked up the badge of the servant disciple of Shouyun Villa hanging on his waist and shook it.

"Oh? You really are from Beast Cloud Villa? No wonder you don't have any cultivation." Hua Yu's pupils turned slightly. She first looked at Li Xucheng, then pouted and thought for a long time. Suddenly, she looked as if she had suddenly realized something. She curled her lips and said to Li Xucheng in a voice transmission, "Junior Brother Li, if you want a spirit beast, you don't have to be so humble as to please a servant of a third-rate sect."

She glanced at Zhang Mingxuan again and continued to transmit her voice to Li Xucheng, "I think most of the spiritual stones he has are not legitimate. Look at his fair complexion, he is probably a gigolo. You should not try to curry favor with such a person. If you are short of spiritual stones, I can lend you some. After all, we are a big sect. How can you worship a casual master?"

The puzzled brows on her face relaxed, and a hint of indifference appeared at the corners of her eyes. She waved at Li Xucheng and pouted, "Let's go, Junior Brother Li."

"Sister, my master is pure gold and unpolished jade, pure and innocent, without any scheming, and honest!"

"Oh? Then could it be that your master, a casual cultivator, is actually a good person?"

Hua Yu retracted her steps, turned back, raised her eyebrows and glanced at Zhang Mingxuan again; "Junior Brother Li, your formation is so powerful, is it because of his guidance?"

"Sister, the one who is capable is the teacher, it is true!"

Li Xucheng responded softly with a firm expression.

"Good man, what is your spiritual root? Are you interested in joining my Dust Wind Sword Sect?"

Hua Yu rubbed her stomach and tried to find out.

"Twelve Elements of Mixed Spiritual Roots"

Zhang Mingxuan looked serious.

"Gu...dong..."

Hua Yu swallowed lightly, arched her back slightly, poked her head out and winked at Li Xucheng, pointed her finger at the door imperceptibly, and continued to transmit to Li Xucheng, "Junior Brother Li, your... master, I'm afraid he has a brain disease? Doesn't he know that his spiritual roots are useless? Hurry up and leave."

"Um, Zhang Ming? Zhang... a good guy?"

Hua Yu squinted her eyes and said to Zhang Mingxuan with a smile, "Good man, Junior Brother Li and I have something else to do, so we'll leave first."

After saying this, he forcibly pulled Li Xucheng's sleeve and tried to leave Zuixianlou.

"Sister, my master is warm and kind, simple and honest."

"Hey, Li Xucheng! Are you going to leave or not? If you don't leave, I won't care about you anymore!"

"Senior sister, you have a broken formation plate, my master can definitely help you fix it!"

"Come on, that's my magic weapon. Even Elder Qingling can't do anything about it. Let's go."

"Senior sister! You must believe in me!"

"I do not believe!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Hua Yu twisted Li Xucheng's arm and walked out of Zuixian Tower.

She was an inner disciple of a major sect and did not want to have anything to do with this mortal with useless spiritual roots.

"Master, come quickly!"

While Li Xucheng was being twisted by Hua Yu to walk out, he turned back and made eyes at Zhang Mingxuan and called out to him.

"Old Li, just concentrate on your training in the Sword Sect and don't worry about me."

Zhang Mingxuan smiled and shook his head at Li Xucheng, waved his hand, but did not follow.

It was obvious that Li Xucheng's senior sister didn't want to have anything to do with a useless spiritual root like him.

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"Dangdang."

Two clear gong sounds came from a branch meeting room behind Zhang Mingxuan.

"The last unsold monster, the Flying Shrimp with Broken Legs, is only open for three bids, and the starting price is 200 low-grade spirit stones."

Then the side door of the branch venue opened, and bursts of preaching came from inside.

"You're still filming when you're already disabled. Just kill him and sell the spiritual materials. It's a waste of time and effort."

"Really? This flying beast has no special features except for its speed. Besides, it is disabled and its flying speed is greatly reduced. What's the point of auctioning it?"

"There really is no good stuff this year. There are more than a dozen branch venues, and all they sell are junk."

Crowds of people passed by Zhang Mingxuan one after another.

He looked up at the sky outside Zuixian Tower.

Although the earth was already pitch black, a hint of sunset glow could still be seen because Feizhou City was flying at an altitude of thousands of feet.

He turned and walked towards the "Low-level Monster Venue" where the auction was going on.

In the classroom-sized hall, the crowd gradually dispersed, and only Zhang Mingxuan went in.

"Two hundred low-grade spirit stones, is there anyone who wants to bid?"

"Two hundred and one."

Zhang Mingxuan raised his hand without hesitation and shouted to the monks on the stage.

"Two hundred and one, deal!"

The monk didn't waste any words and waved his hand. The monster on the stage, which looked like a goat with gray-white feathers all over its body and huge wings, limped towards Zhang Mingxuan.

"Although this flying beast was injured, it is not very old and has good intelligence. It eats coarse food and is not picky about food. Apart from flying slowly, it has no other shortcomings."

The cultivator on the stage introduced Zhang Mingxuan in a light tone, then took the spirit stone handed over by Zhang Mingxuan and waved his hand to signal the end of the auction.

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"Hey, little flying sheep, why is your leg lame?"

Zhang Mingxuan was walking on the street outside Zuixianlou, leading the Feishe beast.

"What~"

The flying beast limped after Zhang Mingxuan and responded.

The higher the grade of the monster, the higher its spirituality. The more spiritual the monster is, the more it can sense the master's mood.

The IQ of a monster refers to its ability to handle and judge unpredictable things other than executing the orders of its master. Its IQ is related to the type of monster and has nothing to do with its rank.

"So what do you eat?"

"What~"

The flying beast responded with a soft cry.

"Looking at your appearance, you should be a grass eater, right?"

"What~"

"Haha, it really is a grass eater."

A man and a sheep were strolling on the street outside Zuixianlou.

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