I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

Cave House No. 1024.

The door is closed.

The ox lay leisurely in the corner, snorting from time to time.

Ten feet away.

Young Chen Yang and his younger sister Chen Ying are planting spiritual fields. Their depressed mood a few days ago has become bright and cheerful because of the arrival of the owner of the cave.

"Yingzi, I will definitely break through my innateness and join Senior Sun's family!"

A month ago, casual cultivators came outside, wanting to plant this spiritual field.

If you really become a vagrant without a source of spiritual stones, it will be extremely difficult to become a monk. Chen Yang tried all means to delay, but he still couldn't stop the sect's rules, and he was about to lose the land on which he lived.

A few days ago, Senior Sun stayed in Dongfu and told Fangshi that he didn't want to be disturbed.

That casual cultivator was very knowledgeable, and rented a spiritual field elsewhere, and Chen Yang's problem was easily solved.

Hearing this, Chen Ying frowned slightly: "Our family members have died of illness one after another, and it must be murdered by someone. Now it's just you and me, why don't we leave Fangshi?"

Chen Yang slowly shook his head and said firmly.

"I will not leave, I must restore the glory of my ancestors!"

The time of a struggler is always fleeting, and it will pass in a blink of an eye.

this day.

The old-haired Chen Yang took care of the Lingtian with his children and grandchildren, and would laugh heartily every time he looked at his grandson.

Thirty years of painstaking martial arts, but finally failed to break through the innate, but fortunately, Chen Yang has a spiritual farm under his name, so he easily married a mortal wife.

Four sons and three daughters were born in a row, but none of them had spiritual roots.

Chen Yang's blood in the early years has been exhausted, and he only prays for the "senior grandson" to live a long life, and the two acres of spiritual land can be passed on to several generations.

Who would have expected a surprise from the sky, the grandson actually has spiritual roots, even the four spiritual roots can make the Chen family prosperous for a hundred years.

"You should thank Senior Sun, he is our family's great benefactor."

"What does Senior Sun look like?"

When the son was talking, he looked at the cave not far away. Since he could remember, the door had been closed, including the cattle at the door. There had been no change in the past thirty years.

"This... I can't remember."

Chen Yang was sure that he had met Senior Sun, but it was too long, and he vaguely remembered that he looked quite young.

Rumors.

Sun Daochang is in his forties or fifties, and his cultivation has reached the late stage of Qi training, so he must be talented, and he is expected to build a foundation in the future.

The family is talking.

Suddenly he heard a creaking sound, turned his head and saw the gate of the cave opened, and an old man in blue robe walked out.

Zhou Yi also noticed the dozen or so members of the Chen family, nodded with a smile, and landed on the back of the scalper.

"Niu'er, let's go."

Clouds and smoke rose from the scalper's feet, soared into the sky, and flew towards Tianyang City.

Seeing that his benefactor finally went out, Chen Yang took his grandson and was about to come forward to thank him, but he only saw the back of a bull riding.

After being stunned for a long time, he lowered his head and said to his grandson.

"Do you remember what it looks like? When I meet Senior Sun in the future, I must repay my kindness!"

...

Riding on the back of the ox, Zhou Yi began to think about how to practice in the future.

Thirty years ago, relying on the hundred-year-old elixir for food, he forcibly pushed Gui Yuan Jue to the thirteenth floor.

Qi refining is perfect, there is no way to advance.

No matter how the kung fu works, it is difficult to increase a little bit of mana. Even if you bite two thousand-year-old ginseng, it will not help.

Zhou Yi did not end the retreat, but switched to the Divine Bull Transformation.

Maybe it's because of the extraordinary blood of the scalper, or maybe it's because Zhou Yi has accumulated too many elixir in his body, and his body refining efficiency is far higher than that of Qi refining.

"Based on my aptitude, even if the Qi refining is perfect, three or five Foundation Establishment Pills may not be enough."

"Besides, the appearance of each Foundation Establishment Pill, not to mention the sky-high price, will trigger a bloody fight. Those who are dying to refine Qi, might be able to break through the defense of the divine cow."

"After all, you have to practice on your own!"

The Book of Changes has changed in various forms over the years. I asked around about the origin of Zhuji Dan, and the results all pointed to Dan Dingzong.

Occasionally there are foundation building pills spread in Fangshi, but none of them come from official sources. Some people say that it is a black product that kills and seizes treasures, while others say that it is a radish that the sect hangs loose cultivators.

The implication is self-evident, the Dan Dingzong monopolizes the foundation building pill, and the monk Yunzhou has to rely on others.

"Try to find the Ji Dan formula first, if you can't find it, then you will make meritorious deeds and become a registered disciple. The time, let's set a fifty-year period first, and this identity will almost expire!"

When Zhou Yi was thinking about it, the scalper had already flown over Tianyang City.

...

half year later.

In the southeast corner of Tianyang City, a new sign was hung on the shop front.

There is a tavern.

Behind the solid wood counter, Zhou Yi read the script with relish, and didn't look up when the guests came.

"Boss, what kind of wine do you sell?"

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with strong muscles and bones, and his palm was as big as a cattail fan. He was actually a rare master of external skills.

Ordinary people in Tianyang City pursue martial arts innateness, so 99% of them practice internal energy. After all, there are rules of the Danding School, and there will be no life-threatening on the surface.

"Red Flame Wine is only for dine-in."

Zhou Yi pointed to the sign on the back, with the year and price written on it.

Chiyan Liquor is derived from Chihong. After decades of research and proportioning, it has successfully incorporated Centennial Ginseng into it.

The wine was stronger, poured into a bowl like a bloody flame, so it was named Chiyan Wine.

The man was taken aback by the high price: "For ten years, it costs one catty of Lingshi, which is too expensive!"

Zhou Yi smiled and said, "You can exchange things."

As he said that, Zhou Yi picked up a pen and wrote under the price, and added: Everything is accepted!

"I didn't!"

The man focused his eyes slightly, shook his head again and again, and left the tavern as if fleeing.

The residents of Tianyang City have been rich for several generations. As long as they stay in Fangshi and struggle, it shows that there is still something left in their family.

Many shops in the city, like Zhouyi, accept barter for goods. Every year there are rumors that the descendants of so-and-so sold the relics of their ancestors, or gambled to break through the innate, or went to the mundane world for enjoyment.

Even if the former fails, he will be respected by others, while the latter is a prodigal son who is cast aside.

Zhou Yi doesn't think so, Xiantian is only the first step of immortality, after that there will be thousands of tribulations and difficulties, and the family may not be inherited longer than ordinary people.

"The next thing is, wait!"

There was no celebration for the opening of the tavern, but there was nothing new in Tianyang City, and the news spread quickly.

Half a month later.

Someone came to sell ancestral spirits, rather exquisite jade bottles, engraved with mysterious textures on the surface, and a dazzling aura bloomed after inputting mana.

"My family's ancestors were rich, and there were two real people who established the foundation. This is the treasure left by one of them. Before he died, the ancestor's last words were to hide what he had learned in his life in a bottle. If future generations are talented, they can inherit it!"

This person spoke with sincerity, and sighed: "It's a pity that future generations are not up to date, and can't realize the mystery in the bottle. How many spirit stones can you collect?"

Zhou Yi took the jade bottle with a smile, and after careful observation, shook his head and said.

"Excuse me for my poor eyesight, you can go to another house to have a look."

The man argued a few more words, seeing Zhou Yi kept shaking his head with a smile, said a few strange words and left holding the bottle.

In a few days.

This person was inexplicably robbed, his limbs were broken, and the family treasure bottle was broken into pieces. After that, several scammers in a row, as long as they went to the tavern, they all suffered inexplicable disasters afterwards.

The law enforcement team searched casually, and if they couldn't find the murderer, they let it go.

Zhouyi's tavern was suddenly quiet.

"Tianyangfang City's counterfeiting methods are far less subtle than Xiaodanshan, too rough!"