Playing the cultivation game in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 68 The Cage Called Guilt

Because the spiritual energy in Tianxiao Realm is abundant, there is no such thing as judging qualifications based on the number of spiritual roots.

Regardless of whether it has a single spiritual root, three spiritual roots, five spiritual roots, or mutated spiritual roots, it will not affect the speed of cultivation.

Putting aside special existences such as spiritual bodies, bloodlines, etc., the purity of spiritual roots is the first factor that determines the qualifications of a cultivator.

When the heaven and earth first opened, all things came into being from the earth, water, fire and wind. The earth produced metal, wood and earth, water turned into ice, frost, rain, snow and mist, wind produced thunder and lightning, and fire produced light and darkness.

Subsequently, the spiritual roots of monks are also divided into metal, wood, earth, water, fire, wind, ice and thunder. The higher the purity of the spiritual roots, the higher the affinity with the spiritual energy of the corresponding attributes, and the faster it can attract spirits into the body.

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"The westmost room contains the elder disciples of Huaying Pavilion."

It should be said that the way of heaven has its preferences. Considering the confidentiality, the auction house has set up many prohibitive arrays, including seventh-level arrays that isolate spiritual consciousness from detection. However, in the rock eye, all of this only flows according to certain routes and rules.

It was just a spiritual energy, and it passed easily.

He looked around the hall and came to the conclusion that perhaps a forbidden formation of level eight or above would be needed to stump him.

That is to say, he would not be stupid enough to confront a great monk with the cultivation level of transcending tribulation.

"The one who shouted the loudest was the inner disciple of the Scarlet Sun Sect."

Ancestor Lei Huo's eagerness to seek disciples was met with obstacles many times, and Yan had heard about those things, so he didn't take them to heart.

"They are all insignificant people." He looked at Sheng Fei's hair and paused.

If everything goes well, from today onwards, this will be his tribe, his family. The young man has a delicate mind, and he is even more considerate of all kinds of considerations.

"If you want, we can go to Huaying Pavilion another day."

Every spring in Huaying Pavilion, there will be a lot of new clothes. Sheng Fei's dress is much cleaner than when the two first met. After thinking about it, Yan thought that the little girl's dress would be better if it was brighter and more lively.

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Zhushan is a large tribe. As the young master of Zhushan tribe, he had quite a lot of resources in his hands. Raising a child should not be a big problem.

Sheng Fei didn't say anything, and a strange feeling suddenly arose from the previous inquiry.

That so-called "brother" seemed awkward to her.

Her memory told her that a tragic accident occurred in her hometown, and only her brother and she escaped with good luck, and they depended on each other for the next eleven years.

In that shocking accident, she almost lost her life not long after she was born.

Thinking of how his brother had been in dangerous situations many times in order to extend his life, Sheng Fei's heart was filled with guilt and sorrow for no reason.

"How can I doubt him? He must be the person who loves me most in the world."

There was no one, she was sure of it.

Fortunately, her brother has become stronger through hard work, and the two of them no longer have to flee in the overwhelming pursuit. Her condition has also stabilized a lot, and her days are becoming more and more promising.

Sheng Fei was very happy and nodded in approval of Yan's decision.

"Aren't you going to stop it?" the white cat Aruo twisted his body, changed into a more comfortable posture in Sheng Fei's arms, and said privately.

"Why……"

Bai Wei took a step back, his whole body was completely under the shadow. Sheng Fei couldn't quite see the expression on the instructor's face, and could only hear a vague sigh.

The bidding price on the field has reached 400,000, and Qu Hongsu still works tirelessly to add a thousand high-grade spiritual stones to each new quotation.

Huaying Pavilion is a big moneymaker, and it is impossible to get anything else. There are too many external things like spiritual stones.

Shan Hongyi and the old man in white saw that they couldn't persuade her, so they ignored her. It wasn't their spiritual stone, so there was no heartache at all.

"Forty-one thousand!"

"Four hundred and twelve thousand!"

"Four hundred and thirteen thousand"

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After a long time, some of the small quotes in the field also died down, and Qu Hongsu also felt a little annoyed, "Four hundred and twenty thousand!"

"hateful!"

"Why isn't Master Zhou here yet?"

After a sudden crash, Fu Guang turned behind him with an ugly expression: "Senior Sister Hanyan."

"Look what I do." Mu Hanyan said sarcastically, holding the sword in his arms.

"Miss Lei didn't give you enough spirit stones?"

Mu Hanyan had previously taken pictures of several sixth-level spiritual plants. He didn't blink when bidding, and everyone saw it.

Also, the head of the Red Sun Sect's Law Enforcement Hall is second only to the sect leader in terms of power and status. As the head's direct disciple, she must have a rich net worth.

"Sister! Now is not the time to worry about personal grudges!" Fu Guang said angrily.

Ancestor Lei Huo was determined to win the thunder spirit root under the field. Before setting off on this trip, he gave Lei Miaomiao half a million high-grade spiritual stones.

This number of spiritual stones is enough to buy spiritual roots with a purity of over 90 on the black market!

Lei Miaomiao thought that because of the sect's reputation, no one would dare to steal things from the Half-Step Immortal Sect's Venerable Lei Huo, so she boldly and confidently took away fifty thousand spirit stones, and then gave the task to her junior brother.

I went to practice in seclusion for the upcoming Qingyun Conference.

I never expected that a stupid young man could be killed!

"Who is there across the way? I'm a disciple of the Red Fire Sect." Fu Guang covered up the anger on his face and opened the window, "Can you give some face to our sect's Venerable Thunder Fire Sect this time?"

"Lei's family must be heavy..."

"Four hundred and thirty thousand."

Before Fu Guang finished speaking, Qingyue's female voice floated in the hall again.

"Shut your bitch."

Qu Hongsu rolled her eyes, who didn't have a Mahayana ancestor, and this trick was useless to her.

"Junior brother is seriously injured, I will go back first." Mu Hanyan had previously ordered the immortal attendant to send over the spiritual plant she had photographed. She did not want to pay attention to this farce anymore. After paying the payment, she slammed the door and left.

It's not that she doesn't care about the sect, but someone has to pay the price for their stupidity, so what's her business?

In the corner, the thin young man silently watched Mu Hanyan's figure go away, and quietly retreated while everyone was paying attention.

"Are you sure she left alone?"

"Yes, Mr. Jin."

"Where's the other one?"

"Still in the restaurant."

"Very good, try to delay the auction later." The voice on the other side of the messenger paused, "As for your mother's matter, I will find a solution after it is completed."

"Thank you, Mr. Jin." After finishing speaking, Jin Ning interrupted the interrogation.

The young man's expression was cold, and he no longer looked timid in front of others. He thought of something happy and laughed happily.

"Senior sister, senior sister, there are two ways, but I helped you choose the better one."

"How can you thank me?"

"Well……"

After receiving permission, Sheng Fei thought of going out for some fresh air. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, he ran into a wonderful face-changing drama.

That smile was so captivating that she suddenly lost all interest and closed the door with a "snap".

"Who is that girl who just went out?" Sheng Fei looked at his "brother" longingly.

Glancing at the sword in the hand of the woman passing by the hall, Yan was naturally happy to satisfy someone's curiosity and said without thinking.

"Mu Hanyan, twenty-two years old, late stage of half-step foundation building."

"I was born in a humble family. I got the Lingyun Sword at Wanjian Tomb eight years ago. Once I entered Qingyun, I ranked tenth."

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