Supreme Immortal Demon

"Fellow Daoist, you better hurry up and line up. This is not your sect. If you don't follow the rules, no one can protect you." A young monk in the middle of the team said to Luo Chuan.

Seeing that the monk looked friendly, Luo Chuan walked over and said, "How long will it take?"

"Who knows." The monk said helplessly, "If you want to leave the Transmission Daoyuan, you have to go through a series of checkpoints and audits, which takes a lot of time. I arrived last night, and it's only halfway done."

Another monk also said, "The Twelve Floor Banquet is about to begin. Who among the Tiannan monks doesn't want to join in the fun? Hehe, to be honest, I took down a bounty list of our sect and ran here secretly."

So slow? If it's my turn, it won't be until tomorrow.

Luo Chuan bowed to the two monks and said, "I have an urgent matter. Is there any way to get out earlier?"

Although the voices of the three people talking were not loud, they did not hide it from other monks.

"Of course there is a way! If you give me a fifth-grade Chongling Pill, I will give you my seat." A young monk at the front of the team said with a smile.

"With his poor appearance, he doesn't even have any lower-grade elixirs, let alone the fifth-grade Chongling Pill."

"If you give me one hundred fifth-grade spirit stones, I will give you my seat. How about that?"

"You are really shameless, bullying me like this. I don't want spirit stones. Daoist friend, just give me five thousand Yin coins, and I will give you my seat."

The monks in front of the Rosewood Hall were all wearing brand new Taoist robes, wearing high crowns on their heads, and one or even two flying swords on their backs. They were dressed very elegantly. Compared with them, Luo Chuan, who was only wearing a cloth robe, looked very poor, really like a bumpkin who had just entered the city.

Except Luo Chuan, all the young monks in the courtyard came for the excitement of the Twelve Floor Banquet, so they were naturally dressed in gorgeous clothes.

"I said Daoist friend, you should queue up. You won't have to wait for long, at most two days." The monk next to Luo Chuan kindly advised.

"Thank you." Luo Chuan bowed and strode to the front of the team.

Amidst the curious gazes, Luo Chuan stopped in front of the Rosewood Hall.

"You just said that you would give me the seat for only 5,000 Yin coins?" Luo Chuan asked the cultivator who was ranked second.

The cultivator was not very old, less than 30 years old, and had reached the great perfection of the foundation building stage. There was a jade plaque hanging around his waist with the three characters "Yuexing Sect" engraved on it. Luo Chuan vaguely remembered that he had seen this sect in the sea of ​​​​steles in Wuhua City. It was an eighth-grade sect.

"Yes, I did say that. Do you have it?" The cultivator smiled slightly, and his face naturally revealed arrogance.

In the Yuexing Sect to which he belonged, his age and cultivation were considered outstanding.

Luo Chuan did not speak, and reached out to touch the storage ring.

The cultivator of Yuexing Sect was stunned, thinking that he really had so many Yin coins? Impossible, a cultivator in the foundation building stage, who couldn't even afford a Taoist robe and a Taoist crown, how could he carry 5,000 Yin coins with him. Even the senior brothers in charge of Yuexing Sect only carried eight or nine hundred Yin coins with them, which was already a lot.

The more the cultivator thought about it, the more he felt that it was impossible, and the more he was sure that Luo Chuan was bluffing, with a flash of mockery in his eyes.

Nearly a hundred cultivators watched with amusement. They had been waiting in line for a long time and were extremely bored. Seeing that there was something fun to watch, they were naturally excited.

Luo Chuan reached out to touch the storage ring, and a light and shadow flashed. With a bang, six three-meter carriages in a row appeared in the square. The carriages were carriages in the mortal world, but they were loaded with the only currency commonly used in the Tiannan cultivation world. The six carriages were full of Yin coins, piled up into six small mountains. The shiny black Yin coins flashed with an attractive luster, which stung everyone's eyes.

Luo Chuan naturally knew the principle of not showing off wealth, but he forgot that the carriages were rowed.

Anyway, this is Tianqijing, there shouldn't be anything wrong. Luo Chuan didn't think much about it.

"Take it yourself." Luo Chuan said to the Yuexing Sect monk: "Five thousand Yin coins, no more!"

The square was silent. The young monks who had a playful look on their faces a moment ago now looked as if they had accidentally eaten dog shit. Their faces were stiff and their eyes were dull as they stared at the six carriages full of Yin coins.

Oh my God! Infinite Saints! How many Yin coins are there...

My sect master may not be able to mobilize so many Yin coins...

Ore! Pills! Spiritual veins! Sealed demons... Enough for me to practice for twenty years without eating or drinking! No, fifty years is enough...

Crazy! Crazy! What's going on...

Looking at Luo Chuan again, there was no contempt or disdain on their faces, but incomparable admiration and envy.

"Who is he anyway... He is dressed in rags, but he carries six carriages of Yin coins!"

"You don't understand, this is called hiding one's wealth."

"He is a rich man!"

The Yuexing Sect monk walked to the carriage in a daze, and came back to his senses after a while. He looked at Luo Chuan awkwardly and nervously, and reached into the carriage under Luo Chuan's encouraging gaze.

One handful.

Two handfuls.

Three handfuls.

...

After grabbing more than twenty handfuls, the Yuexing Sect monk stopped and looked at the Yin coins in the carriage, but it seemed that he had not touched them at all.

"Enough?" Luo Chuan asked.

"Enough, enough!" The Yuexing Sect monk blushed and arched his hands to Luo Chuan, unable to hide his excitement: "Please, please."

"Idiot! Why do you only want 5,000 Yin coins!"

"You are stupid! It would be good to have one thousand more!"

"He is a real rich man."

The Yuexing Sect monk walked to the end of the team, and monks kept saying it with regret along the way.

"Enough, enough." The cultivator from Yuexing Sect was not greedy. He smiled foolishly, feeling very satisfied.

Luo Chuan took back the carriage and inserted the second person in the team. The monk standing in front of him grabbed the Taoist robe tightly, struggled for a long time, and finally turned around with a smile on his face: "Daoyou, do you want to exchange seats with me? I don't want much, five thousand... four thousand? Three thousand? Two thousand? Five hundred is also fine!"

"Wait a minute." Luo Chuan said, looking at his nose and eyes, concentrating his mind and calming his breath.

The monk showed disappointment, looked at the Yuexing Sect monk at the end of the team with envy, and sighed.

Not long after, the monk standing in front of Luo Chuan was summoned into the Red Sandalwood Hall.

Luo Chuan waited quietly. He originally thought he would have to wait for a long time, but after only an incense stick of time, a deep voice came from the hall.

"Next."

Luo Chuan strode into the Red Sandalwood Hall and saw a long jade table in the middle of the hall, with three people sitting behind the long table. Luo Chuan secretly used the Qi-seeing technique. The tall and thin old man in the middle had a slightly higher Qi, probably in the Condensation Pill Stage, and the middle-aged men on both sides were in the Void Pill Stage.

When the three cultivators saw Luo Chuan, their eyes lit up, and they looked him up and down, as if they wanted to see through him.

Luo Chuan cupped his hands: "Excuse me, how can I get out?"

"As a cultivator, you should call yourself this Dao." The old man in the middle fiddled with the sect scroll in front of him and said lightly.

Luo Chuan was too lazy to care: "When can this Dao get out?"

"You are a teachable child." The old man nodded slightly: "This is the 37th Transmission Courtyard, and you are the 16th Transmission Cultivator today. Next, you have to go through some procedures, and after that, you can enter Tianqijing."

"Okay." Luo Chuan said.

"You should call yourself this Dao." The old man glanced at Luo Chuan and said.

Luo Chuan frowned and said nothing.

The old man seemed to be used to it and asked casually: "Let me tell you about your identity first. What's your name and which sect are you from?"

"Luo Chuan, from Kongxu Mountain Realm."

"So you come from a famous family." The old man took a sip of tea.

A middle-aged cultivator on his left quickly wrote on the sect scroll, then raised a seal and pressed it heavily. A ray of red light flowed under the seal, and in a blink of an eye, the sect scroll flew out of the hall and flew towards Tianqijing.

"All cultivators who enter Tianqijing for the first time must register." The old man put down his teacup: "How old are you this year?"

"Seventeen."

"Cultivation?"

"Xu Dan Stage."

Hearing this, the three people on the table were all stunned. The old man looked at Luo Chuan deeply and asked, "What country are you from?"

"Tang Country."

"How many peaks are there in Kongxu Mountain Realm?"

"Seven peaks."

"How are the disciples of Kongxu Mountain Realm divided?"

"Outer disciples, inner disciples, main peak disciples, true disciples, and master disciples."

...

At first, Luo Chuan could accept the questions asked by the old man, but they became more and more outrageous later.

"What day is your birthday?"

"February 20th."

"Do you have any nicknames?"

"...No."

"What's your favorite color?"

"...No."

The old man asked while drinking tea, chatting with the two cultivators beside him from time to time, or being in a daze for a while. Time passed, and before he knew it, an hour had passed.

"What kind of elixir do you usually take?"

"No elixir."

"Do you like drinking?"

"Normally."

"What do you think of our teleportation courtyard? Do you like the feng shui layout and decoration of the courtyard?"

"I..."

"You want to call yourself a Taoist! You are so young, why don't you learn from your mistakes?" The old man took a sip of tea, raised his head, and looked at Luo Chuan reproachfully.

Luo Chuan finally couldn't help it, stepped forward, and stared at the old man coldly: "What do you mean? Are you deliberately making things difficult for me?"

The old man smiled slightly: "You finally found out. I saw that you were quite smart outside and knew that money can make the devil push the mill. Why did you become stupid after coming in?"

Luo Chuan understood that these three people had been dawdling for a long time, and it turned out that they were planning to take his six carts of Yin coins.

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(Luo Xiaotuhao goes to Beijing, and a new plot will unfold. It has more than 400,000 words, and will be available in half a month. I hope that all the tuhaos and future tuhaos will support it. I was running errands for someone in another place a while ago, so the update is sometimes not accurate. From tomorrow on, I will still update at the same time, and try to update it earlier rather than later.)