Mythological origins

"Sit down."

The two female cultivators in the late Qi Refining stage who were originally trying to touch Han Yu moved aside, allowing Han Yu to have a place of his own on the carriage, and no longer need to sit on their thighs.

The three views of the Yin-Yang Sect cultivators are different from those of ordinary people after all.

They have lived in a world of female supremacy for a long time, and there is no saying that being touched or groped is a disadvantage. For the Yin-Yang Sect cultivators, this is just like few men who think that being touched by girls is a disadvantage for themselves...

Could it be that I sucked the penis dry, or I was at a disadvantage?

Han Yu was sandwiched between the two big sisters, feeling like a woman on both sides, feeling uncomfortable all over.

Especially knowing that among the beautiful young women staring at him with a cold face, there might be his future mother-in-law in the future...

Although he was not sure whether he should follow Dr. Mo's arrangement and become the other party's son-in-law, this nest of women was indeed beautiful.

"What are you doing in Linzhou City?" The beautiful woman surnamed Yan spoke as a representative of the women.

"I just happened to pass by while traveling around, otherwise I wouldn't have left the seal that Master Mo gave me in Qixuanmen." Han Yu replied helplessly.

"That's too much of a coincidence."

"It's really just a coincidence."

"..."

"I read the letter my husband sent me. He asked you to take care of us orphans and widows after he left... What do you think?" Madam Yan asked straight to the point.

"Han is determined to achieve great things..."

"Okay, we understand, this is the best." Han Yu was interrupted before he finished speaking.

Madam Yan was also worried. If this kid really wanted to marry her daughter according to the wishes of the dead ghost Mo Lang, what should she do?

The two sides didn't know each other, and it was very embarrassing. She didn't want her daughter to marry a man she had never seen.

Now that this kid Han has no intention of going this far, everyone can discuss it.

"Tian Xie said in the letter that my daughter has a dowry treasure. He wants to use this thing to attract you, right?"

"That treasure is a jade disk, which can slightly increase the cultivation speed of Qi Refining cultivators. If you need it, I can also give it to you as a favor."

"Uh... I still don't need it."

Han Yu thought for a while and unexpectedly refused the gift.

He already has a mysterious vial, which he uses to ripen high-level spiritual medicines. Now he relies on taking medicine to upgrade. Compared with the normal cultivation speed that is as slow as a snail, Han Yu doesn't care much.

"What about your sister?"

"She is just a mortal without spiritual roots."

"Now you don't need spiritual roots to cultivate immortals..."

Mo Caihuan, who was sitting next to him, muttered.

When she heard Han Yu's words, she knew that the other party must be a lucky person with real spiritual roots.

"What?! What that senior said was actually true?!" Han Yu began to recall what Bai Mo said at that time in his mind.

Originally, these memories have become very vague, and it is not easy to force them to recall.

"Why do you think all the people in our Mo family are cultivators..."

Han Yu slapped his forehead and realized that something was wrong. His reaction was too slow.

"Really?!"

He has been dependent on his sister since he was a child. Seeing that she can't practice, she can only grow old and die like a mortal, and finally turn into a pile of yellow earth, and no longer have any intersection with him. This is definitely not the ending Han Yu wants!

"Then, what is the price?"

"Reducing the life span by twenty years."

"Mine?"

The beautiful woman surnamed Yan smiled but didn't say anything. She didn't deny it directly. It seemed that she wanted to take the opportunity to test Han Yu's humanity.

"..."    "Okay, what should I do?"

Han Yu thought about it and finally made up his mind.

He was very confident that with the help of the mysterious bottle, he would definitely be able to step into the realm after the foundation-building period.

And the foundation-building period alone has a life span of 200 years, and reducing it by twenty years is not a big price.

"It's not you, it's your sister's twenty years." Hearing Han Yu's affirmative answer, the beautiful woman surnamed Yan smiled and gave the answer.

Mo Lang was not wrong about the guy. This guy was not the kind of heartless, selfish guy.

"This family is full of ruthless people..."

After a few greetings, Han Yu's sister was also pulled on the pirate ship of Yin Yang Five Elements. The two groups merged into one group and slowly entered the city.

"I heard that Linzhou City is holding a fairy conference. As long as you give silver, there will be a fairy cultivator who will teach you magic... Could it be your people?"

After the relationship between the two sides eased a little, Han Yu suddenly asked.

"Fairy conference, training class, guaranteed to teach magic, no spiritual roots required... There are actually people who are faster than us?!" Mo Fengwu immediately realized what was going on when she heard these key words.

They thought they were the fastest and farthest runners, but unexpectedly, they were still beaten to the punch.

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"Master, there is a visiting card. The person who came claims to be a disciple of Yin Yang Sect."

"Yin Yang Sect?!" Zhao Zilin was shocked.

They opened a training class under the banner of being taught by Yin Yang Sect disciples themselves. Now it is like a fake meeting the real one?

"How many people are there?"

"There are fourteen people in the reception room."

"Notify Master Shuijing and Master Jinguang and ask them to come over immediately."

"Yes."

Just after dealing with a group of students from the gold class, Zhao Zilin hurried to the reception room before she had time to wash up.

There were fourteen women sitting neatly in the hall, without a single man. Han Yu's sister sat at the end, and he himself did not show up, probably to avoid embarrassment.

Seeing the main person coming, Madam Yan, who was the leader of the crowd, stood up.

"Welcome to all Taoists from the Yin-Yang Sect..."

Although she didn't know any of these women, since they claimed to be from the Yin-Yang Sect, some of them had obviously higher cultivation than herself, so Zhao Zilin could only bite the bullet and greet them.

"I don't remember there being a person like you in the Yin-Yang Sect. Who are you? Why do you want to act under the banner of my Yin-Yang Sect?"

The first person to speak here was not Madam Yan, but a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator from the Yin-Yang Sect. It was a big taboo to pretend to be someone from the sect.

"This... Mr. Shui Jing, you are finally here."

Zhao Zilin, whose scalp was numb from the soul's questioning and who didn't know how to answer, saw Master Shui Jing rushing over, as if she had found a savior.

"Man? When did the Yin Yang Sect have a male disciple?"

Shui Jing, who had received the notice and rushed over, looked around and found that something was wrong, but he had to go forward.

Suddenly, he seemed to recognize someone.

"Master, I am sorry for not welcoming you."

Shui Jing bowed to Madam Yan without any pressure.

Because he vaguely remembered that this beautiful woman had taught two classes for his class in the training class, and now he could only forcefully make some connections.