Lonely Immortal

Soon, Zhang Zhiwen completed the pollination, and he quietly waited for the flowers to bloom and bear fruit. Not long after, the Peiling flower slowly began to wither. Zhang Zhiwen watched the flower wither and die in front of him. He had an inexplicable feeling in his heart. How magical are all things in this world? In order to grow fruits and reproduce, the flower also sacrificed itself, right?

However, Zhang Zhiwen quickly regained his emotions. After so many years of hunger and cold outside, he had long been determined. Moreover, all things in this world have their own fate. How can a mere mortal like Zhang Zhiwen control it?

Not long after, the flowers withered and green fruits grew. The fruits were small, then slowly grew, and then slowly matured, and finally turned golden yellow, like a golden peach. This was a mature spiritual cultivation fruit. It exuded a rich fragrance, with layers of spiritual energy, and even emitted a faint misty golden light. Looking at the quality, it seemed to be quite good, and Zhang Zhiwen was relieved. He was worried that his pollination technique was not good, and the spiritual cultivation fruit would be worse, but now it looks fine.

However, Zhang Zhiwen was not very sure about the quality of this fruit, so he could only pick it first, and then he continued to cultivate spiritual cultivation fruit. With the first experience, it was much easier for him to cultivate it.

But he needed to cultivate a few more spiritual cultivation fruits, because if he couldn't beat the opponent, he could try again. If it still didn't work, there was really no way, and he could only think of another way, but it would probably be very troublesome at that time, and it was not so easy to get the recipe.

In this way, Zhang Zhiwen continued to cultivate the spiritual cultivation fruit. Finally, he finally cultivated six spiritual cultivation fruits, which also consumed his sixty low-grade spiritual stones, almost draining his family's assets, and even the spiritual stones given to him by Zhao Tieqing were almost used up.

With the spiritual cultivation fruit, he left his residence and went to Yiwu Hall. He wanted to get the pill formula as soon as possible. Of course, this time he still covered his face. It is best not to reveal your identity in such a thing, because no one knows who the other party is. It is always better to be careful.

In this way, Zhang Zhiwen soon came to Yiwu Hall, and he also found the envelope he saw before in the cabinet. The envelope was still there, and Zhang Zhiwen was relieved. He took out the letter paper and activated the mark on it. The mark instantly lit up with white light, and then slowly faded away. However, Zhang Zhiwen didn't know what to do next, so he could only stand here and wait. He estimated that the other party should have received the message and should come soon.

Zhang Zhiwen stood in Yiwu Hall, waiting for most of the day, but the other party didn't show up, which made Zhang Zhiwen a little confused about what was going on, but he was not in a hurry, just wait a little longer, anyway, he had plenty of patience.

Gradually, the afternoon sun was about to set, but the man still didn't show up. Zhang Zhiwen felt that the other party might not come today, which made him a little helpless, but think about it, the other party has put the envelope here for a long time, it is estimated that no one comes to activate the mark, over time, maybe he has forgotten it.

Just when Zhang Zhiwen thought that the other party would not show up, a person walked in from outside Yiwu Hall. Zhang Zhiwen looked up and saw that it was Lin Mingyue.

Lin Mingyue was dressed in a tight suit, capable and free and easy. As she came in, she looked around. In the afterglow of the setting sun, she had both the softness of a woman and the heroism of a man, just like a beautiful lady reappearing in the world.

Soon, Lin Mingyue also found Zhang Zhiwen, but Zhang Zhiwen was wearing a black mask at the moment. Lin Mingyue just frowned. Obviously, she didn't like Zhang Zhiwen's dress very much. He looked a little bit sneaky and didn't look like a good person.

But she didn't say anything. She came directly to Zhang Zhiwen and said with a fist: "Are you the one who activated my mark?"

Zhang Zhiwen didn't say anything, just nodded. He didn't want the other party to hear his voice, so it's better to say less.

But Zhang Zhiwen had a guess in his heart. Lin Mingyue needed the spiritual cultivation fruit, most likely for her little bean fairy deer? That fairy deer is really lucky. With such a good owner who dotes on it, he even came to Yiwu Hall to send a task letter for it to eat a bite of fresh spiritual cultivation fruit.

"Well, where is that thing?" Lin Mingyue asked casually.

At this moment, she seemed to have lost the majestic attitude in the Lin Mansion, but had a little more casualness of the children of the rivers and lakes.

Zhang Zhiwen still said nothing, took out three spiritual fruits from his arms and showed them to Lin Mingyue.

Lin Mingyue took a look and showed a hint of surprise, and then she said: "The things are very good, do you want to sell them?"

Zhang Zhiwen was a little stunned. What did Lin Mingyue mean?

"No, brother, listen to me, I don't think we need to compete. Your cultivation is a little low, and I believe you also need the recipe very much. In this case, why don't we trade fairly?" Lin Mingyue suggested.

Zhang Zhiwen heard this and immediately felt that it made sense. Why fight? Why not trade directly? This is a good idea, saving everyone trouble.

However, Lin Mingyue looked a little nervous, because everyone who came here came to exchange ideas, and the purpose of exchange was naturally to improve combat effectiveness, and Yiwu Hall was a very good and suitable place. If it was changed to another place, it would inevitably cause trouble.

"Ahem..."

When Zhang Zhiwen was about to agree, a cough suddenly came from inside. Zhang Zhiwen was slightly startled. When did this person come? He didn't notice anything.

"Well... forget it, let's go in and compete." Lin Mingyue blinked at Zhang Zhiwen. Zhang Zhiwen was stunned for a moment, but he came back to his senses immediately. He immediately understood what Lin Mingyue meant.

There are obviously people from the four major families here presiding over the competition. The voice just now must be that, and it sounds quite old, but there is no one there. It is probably because there is some restriction over there, so that Can't see the real scene.

The person in charge of Yiwu Palace, seeing the situation here, will definitely not allow them to break the rules. If everyone takes the opportunity to trade privately, what else does Yiwu Palace need to do?

But Lin Mingyue was obviously giving Zhang Zhiwen a hint to reassure him that they could deal privately later, but it was just a formality.

Of course Zhang Zhiwen understood what she meant, and the two of them entered the martial arts arena of Yiwu Palace in perfect agreement.

As the two of them came in, a slight wave of spiritual power swept across them, which surprised Zhang Zhiwen. This feeling was exactly the same as when he found the Lone Immortal Grass in the cave. It seemed that this was also some kind of spiritual power shield?

Sure enough, as soon as Zhang Zhiwen stepped in, the whole world changed. A spacious martial arts arena appeared in front of him, but this martial arts arena was different from what he saw outside. There were quite a few arenas here, and from the outside, Come here, it’s useless and empty, and there’s a white The old man with fluttering hair was sitting upright. This old man was actually at the ninth level of Qi refining. Just sitting there, Zhang Zhiwen felt a strong oppressive aura, but the other party obviously withheld the aura deliberately, otherwise Zhang Zhiwen He couldn't imagine whether he could still stand there safely after the other party released all his aura.

This ninth-level Qi refining level was indeed far beyond him. He felt that the old man could probably kill him with one slap, and it would be effortless.

However, Lin Mingyue didn't seem to have much reaction. Instead, she looked at the old man with a naughty look. The old man's closed eyes finally opened. He glanced at Zhang Zhiwen and said, "I, Lin He, will be in charge of hosting the Yiwu Palace this month. Do you know the rules of Yiwu Palace?"

Zhang Zhiwen nodded. Of course he understood the rules. Coming here must be bartering with force. Otherwise, why is it called Yiwu Palace?

"Well, that's good, but I'll add a few words, please listen carefully." Lin He said again.

Although his voice is old, it is quite soft, but it is soft but strong, and it is extremely penetrating. Zhang Zhiwen only feels that his ears are a little buzzing. This level of cultivation is indeed a bit scary, but he is still quite calm. , he quickly clasped his fists to show that he was all ears.

Lin He nodded and seemed quite satisfied with Zhang Zhiwen's attitude. He stroked his beard and said leisurely: "Since the opening of Yiwu Hall, countless heroes have come here to see it."

Zhang Zhiwen didn't say a word, but he didn't quite believe what the other party said. It was so deserted here. How could there be so many heroes? Isn't this just putting money on his face? But he must not tell anyone, otherwise he will definitely be slapped to death by the other party.

"So, Yiwu Palace is still very popular, and this is in line with our original intention of opening Yiwu Palace. We all hope to accept more talents, otherwise there is no need to exchange anything? But using force to make friends, using force to barter, This is also one of the traditions of our Feixian City. This tradition is still very good and we must continue to maintain it..."

Old man Lin He talked a lot. Zhang Zhiwen was not in a hurry and listened patiently. However, Lin Mingyue was obviously not interested. She would open her mouth and yawn from time to time. She was obviously bored to death.

"You girl, don't neglect what I say!" Lin He was annoyed and yelled loudly, his voice deafening, which shocked Lin Mingyue and Zhang Zhiwen.

Lin Mingyue quickly praised her: "Yes, I will listen carefully."

Seeing her like this, the old man Lin He seemed a little helpless. He glared at her and then looked at Zhang Zhiwen: "By the way, what's your name!"

Zhang Zhiwen was slightly startled. He didn't expect that he would need to give his name when he came to Yiwu Hall.

"You don't even have a name, do you?" Lin He, the old man, said impatiently when Zhang Zhiwen didn't say a word.

Zhang Zhiwen could only make up a name, and he would definitely not tell his real name.

The old man Lin He didn't seem to have any suspicion. He just nodded, flipped through it, and took out a thick book. Then he flipped through it, and the pages began to fly, and on it were the people in Feixian City. When Zhang Zhiwen saw the name of the registered casual cultivator, he suddenly didn't know what to do. He just made up a random name out of nonsense. Who would have thought that the old man Lin He would actually start checking the household registration...