Longevity: Starting From Getting Down The Mountain And Marrying A Wife

A joyful year.

Numerous wives and concubines are like wolves and tigers, secretly competing and vying for attention.

Zhong Yan, who has been cultivating and accumulating energy, has gained a wave of experience.

Except for Yu Qingyao.

After entering the Zhong residence as Dao companions, Zhong Yan would always find her, but they would only talk about cultivation seriously, never mentioning anything about the bedroom, without even a hint of ambiguity.

This actually made her anxious and uneasy.

But for Zhong Yan, she was his first female cultivator and his official Dao companion.

Since he has already obtained her, there is no need to rush.

He still needs to give her enough attention and respect, and deal with things seriously after the wedding banquet.

Moreover, he has a guess in his heart. For some reason, there may be some twists and turns with Yu Qingyao, who is known as the "widow". It is very likely that she still remains a virgin.

If that's the case.

Zhong Yan would definitely laugh and feel lucky to have found a treasure.

Originally, Yu Qingyao was simple-minded. If he became her first man and treated her sincerely, it wouldn't take much time to make her completely devoted, and it might even bind the system.

If it were another female cultivator, it would be extremely difficult to achieve this.

Just like the many wives and concubines in the residence now, even Jiang Ping, a mortal, hasn't been able to surpass the limits despite putting in a lot of effort.

Time passed to the Lantern Festival.

Zhong Yan and Yu Qingyao went to Qinghu Villa together to attend the Lantern Festival gathering.

The accumulated snow had not yet melted, and the spacious outdoor area was covered in white. People were flowing in.

There were more people participating in the gathering than the number of cultivators Zhong Xiaozhong had reported, reaching a total of 221 people!

More than half of them were unfamiliar faces, and their cultivation levels had significantly improved.

Zhong Yan secretly observed and scanned the surroundings.

He didn't notice the "girl with a teardrop-shaped birthmark" and guessed that she had probably left Qingyang. Even if she was still in Qingyang, she wouldn't participate in this kind of gathering.

Although Zhong Yan was only at the fifth level of Qi Refining, in recent years, he had been making talismans and practicing the "Great Void Technique" repeatedly, which greatly improved his spiritual consciousness.

This allowed him to see the cultivation levels of many cultivators higher than himself.

For example, Yu Qingyao beside him, as well as many cultivators at the sixth level of Qi Refining, and even a few at the seventh level of Qi Refining, he could see through them.

This indicated that his spiritual consciousness surpassed theirs.

Cultivators gathered in groups of three or five, chatting and laughing, exchanging information and trading resources.

All kinds of true and false news.

For example, there were thirty disciples from the Fire Cloud Sect stationed in the Yangquan Market...

Or, the war between the Yan Kingdom and the Wu Kingdom began on the eighth day of the new year...

Or, the auction in the "Wangliu Market" in March will become a grand event in the northwest cultivation world, with many participating cultivators...

And so on.

The most talked-about topic was the matter of the attendants of the mage in Qingyang City.

Because the election was tomorrow.

Many cultivators were interested.

It was very cost-effective.

They didn't have to do anything on normal days, and they didn't even have to take turns as guest officials in the Zhong residence.

They could receive more than ten spirit stones as a salary for a year for no reason.

And if they encountered special tasks, there would be even more benefits.

Just like last year.

Zhong Yan hardly participated in anything, but Bai Siyuan was busy on his behalf and gave him thirty-five spirit stones.

Walking to a corner, Yu Qingyao whispered, "Husband, it seems that many people want to compete for the position of attendant. Will there be any changes tomorrow?"

Zhong Yan glanced at his cold-faced Dao companion and smiled, "Just relax."

He found that many women liked to pretend to be aloof and put on a strong posture as a self-protective disguise.

Yan Sandao used to be like that too. Outside of the Zhong residence, he basically had a cold expression on his face, as if it was missing the words "strangers not allowed".

Little did they know, the more they acted like this, the more attention they attracted.

Yu Qingyao pursed her lips and remained silent.

As they walked to a certain place, a young man with a fat body came over, shaking his body and shouting, "Fellow Daoist Zhong!"

The person's name was Pang Baodu, also known as "Duo Bao Dao Ren".

He was originally one of the four late-stage cultivators in Qingyang City, apart from Yang Yanqing. Although he settled in Qingyang City, he spent most of his time outside, seeking opportunities.

This person was also quite famous in Qingyang City. Apart from the Yang residence and the alchemist Cheng Youliang, he was probably the richest cultivator. He always had five or six storage bags hanging on him, and he had been living well all this time.

When Zhong Yan first came to Qingyang, he was introduced to him by Li Henian. After that, they only met a few times in the past few years.

"Fellow Daoist Pang, long time no see! When did you come back?"

"Just a few days ago!"

Pang Baodu glanced at Yu Qingyao and nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes narrowing into a smile. "Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Zhong and Fellow Daoist Yu on their marriage. I happened to return just in time, and I will definitely come to your residence to have a celebratory drink!"

The wedding invitation of Zhong Yan and Yu Qingyao, as Daoist partners, had already been sent out, and it was received by the registered cultivators in the Keqing Mansion.

However, the chubby man in front of them had not received it as he was out. He was alone and had no wife, concubines, or maidservants in his residence.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Pang, for your kind words. It is an honor for my husband and me, Zhong Yu, to have your presence at our wedding!" Yu Qingyao followed suit and expressed her gratitude.

At this moment, an unpleasant voice sounded not far away. "Hey, a widow and a slut, making it known to everyone. It's hilarious!"

The voice was neither loud nor soft, but everyone present, being cultivators, could hear it clearly.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Those who noticed the abnormality from afar also stopped their conversations and gathered around, eager to see what would happen.

"... " Yu Qingyao's face turned red with embarrassment and anger, but being timid, she could only move her lips without uttering a word.

Not to mention discerning the other party's cultivation level, even if she could, she probably wouldn't dare to speak up unless the person was much weaker than her.

If it weren't for Zhong Yan's presence, she would have blushed and quietly retreated.

Zhong Yan looked calm and composed. The man with a stubble beard was a middle-aged cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining, with a fluctuating aura. He looked unfamiliar, obviously a newly arrived Independent Cultivator in Qingyang.

As for the term "widow and slut"?

How many cultivators cared about that?

It was just an excuse.

As soon as he spoke, Zhong Yan knew that the other party was referring to the position of "attendant monk" tomorrow.

Because there were rumors in the city that the number of attendant monks this year would remain the same, and the candidates would also remain unchanged.

It was almost true.

Before Li He's demise, he had been networking throughout the city, distributing various herbs and monster corpses he had obtained from Mangdang Mountain, in order to gain the support of several mid-stage Qi Refining cultivators for his re-election as an attendant monk.

Zhong Yan reached out and firmly held Yu Qingyao's hand, then took a step forward, smiling ambiguously. "What is your name, Fellow Daoist? It's understandable if you don't like me, but insulting my Daoist partner, I won't be happy about it!"

The man with the stubble beard also stepped forward with big strides, followed by two others. He grinned and said, "You won't be happy? A mere fifth-level Qi Refining cultivator is not worthy of knowing my name. A person who relies on connections is not worthy of being an attendant monk!"

"You look down on those who rely on connections?"

Zhong Yan smiled and blinked, then his expression turned cold as he shouted, "Kill him, three hundred spirit stones!"

As soon as his voice fell, almost at the same time, five or six figures moved, some attacking from a distance, others swiftly approaching.

The man with the stubble beard's face changed dramatically. One of his two companions made a move, while the other immediately cast a spell and retreated.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the blink of an eye, the man with the stubble beard fell to the ground, dead.

Zhong Yan raised an eyebrow. The chubby man, Pang Baodu, who had been standing beside him, unexpectedly acted faster, turning into a blur and slapping the stubble-bearded man's shoulder with a palm strike.

The aura he revealed was no lower than that of Bai Siyuan, who had just broken through to the eighth level of Qi Refining.

"Breakthrough..." Zhong Yan muttered to himself, then walked over with a smile, looking at the corpse and saying casually, "Tell me your name. I'm afraid you won't have a tombstone to rest in peace, and the grass on your grave will grow fast."

Duo Bao Dao Ren smiled and said, "You really don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. An outsider like you, dare to act arrogantly in Qingyang."

"That's right, you can compete for the position of attendant monk on the stage tomorrow."

"Just a foul-mouthed person like you, it's already enough to live until now."

The surrounding cultivators all spoke up.

Zhong Yan had not wasted his time in Qingyang these past few years. He looked around, bowed to the six cultivators who had made a move, half of whom were unfamiliar faces.

"Thank you, everyone. How about splitting the three hundred spirit stones evenly?"

Pang Baodu laughed heartily, "This is much easier than earning spirit stones outside! Fifty pieces, a freebie!"

The other five followed suit, smiling.

Many cultivators looked regretful, thinking that they had been too slow to act.

For example, Bai Siyuan, who had just arrived from elsewhere, glanced at the corpse, shook his head, and sighed, "What a pity, I'm one step too late!"

Zhong Yan nodded at him, then turned and bowed to Yang Yanqing and her husband, who were holding cups in a pavilion in the distance. He then took out three hundred spirit stones from his storage bag.

And he extended an invitation to the three unfamiliar faces, "If you Fellow Daoists don't mind, please come to my residence on the sixteenth of next month for a drink."

Yu Qingyao, who was standing by, remained silent but her heart had already melted.

If it weren't for the public setting, she would have wanted to throw herself into Zhong Yan's arms.

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