Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Chapter 404 Han Shizhen (Thanks to the leader of Tiandi Chenguang~)

Li Yuanjiao has been practicing on Qingdu Mountain for more than half a year. Although his cultivation has improved, he is still far away from breaking through the middle stage of foundation building. After all, foundation building is different from Qi training, and breakthroughs are common every few decades.

"My father still hasn't set off yet. He always has to be busy and arrange things before he leaves."

Li Xuanxuan had been struggling for more than half a year, but he still hadn't set off. Li Xijun didn't rush him, he just waited patiently. After all, collecting cold water was not a big deal, so he might have revealed his secret by rushing him.

Li Qinghong was in seclusion, and there was no one guarding him at home. Li Yuanjiao was too obsessed with it, so he often went out to practice magic and swordsmanship. While he was reading the sword canon, Li Wushao came in on the wind, wearing a black robe.

Li Wushao received the [Qingyun Elk Fruit] with great gratitude and swallowed it for practice. Two dark shadows had secretly appeared under the black robe. It was estimated that in another year and a half, the two hooks would will grow.

Li Wushao said:

"Master, two people fell in front of the mountain. They said they were from the Han family of Dongliu Island and came to visit."

Li Yuanjiao was a little surprised and asked:

"Dongliu Han family?"

Li Yuanjiao of the Han family had also heard about it. The foundation-building monster used in his family's sacrifices was caught in the Dongliu Island area. Li Yuanjiao had stayed in that area and had some understanding of it.

The Han family of Dongliu is an old family, similar to the Yuan family, with many foundation-building monks and a large foundation in the East China Sea. Naturally, Li Yuanjiao wanted to come to welcome him in person. He immediately packed up his clothes and flew out of the cave.

There were two people standing in the courtyard, both of whom were of foundation-building cultivation. The leader was a young monk with a plain appearance and simple clothes, followed by a man who was tall and muscular.

Li Xijun was accompanying him in the courtyard, chatting lively with the young man. Both of them were smiling and very harmonious.

Seeing that man, Li Yuanjiao already understood something in his heart. He raised his hands and said:

"Qingdu Li Yuanjiao, I have met fellow Taoist!"

The young man groaned, his eyes quickly passed over his face, and he replied:

"Disrespectful, I am Han Shizhen, the young head of the Han family in Dongliu, and I have met fellow Taoist!"

Li Yuanjiao nodded in return and led the two of them to sit down. Han Shizhen smiled generously and said politely:

"A few days ago, my clan uncle was seriously ill. My clan brother came to the nobles to ask for medicine and offended the nobles. Today I came here to apologize. I prepared some small gifts and asked my Taoist friends to accept them."

As he spoke, he pulled the big man away and explained:

"Brothers of my clan have always had a bad temper. At that time, it was a matter of life and death, so my words were a little offensive. I hope you can forgive me..."

It turned out that this big man was the Foundation Establishment monk who came to ask for medicine years ago. He was rude and arrogant at the time, but was slightly manipulated by Li Qinghong. Now he hangs his head and accuses him again and again.

Both parties were from aristocratic families, so naturally they would not be angry over such a trivial matter. Li Yuanjiao declined a few words and said:

"No matter what happens, my Taoist friends are eager to seek medicine. I can understand it. It doesn't matter."

Han Shizhen handed over a jade box forcefully. Li Yuanjiao asked Li Xijun to accept it and asked:

"I don't know, noble elders..."

"oh."

Han Shizhen shook his head slightly and replied:

"He couldn't survive. Although he took many life-sustaining herbs, the injuries he suffered were too serious. In the end, the immortal base collapsed and turned into a spirit."

When Li Yuanjiao saw that the two of them were not wearing white clothes, he thought they had been rescued. He congratulated them, but he never thought of asking about the pain point. It must be that there is no custom of wearing hemp and mourning in the East China Sea, so he could only accuse:

"Condolences..."

"It doesn't matter."

Han Shizhen smiled and said warmly:

"Although my uncle died, he brought back treasures for my family, which are much more useful than a foundation-building monk. It's a good thing!"

Uncle and nephew Li Yuanjiao hesitated for a moment, while Han Shizhen glanced at the faces of the two of them before he realized what was happening. He was afraid that the two of them would have bad feelings, so he explained:

"My customs in the East China Sea are a little different from those in the mainland...don't be surprised."

Li Yuanjiao only nodded. A mere apology was not worth Han Shizhen's trip overseas, so he just waited for his words.

Sure enough, after the brief polite greetings, Han Shizhen said directly:

"How much does the noble [Wanling Flower] produce every year?"

‘It turns out it’s for [Wanling Flower]! ’

Li Yuanjiao suddenly understood that the initiative was in his own hands. He relaxed a little and said in a deep voice:

"It blooms once every three years, with fourteen flowers blooming."

"good!"

Han Shizhen nodded with joy and said:

"How much does a fellow Taoist earn from selling these flowers overseas?"

When Li Yuanjiao heard this, he had guessed what he was thinking and replied:

"The price has increased over the years, about two spiritual stones per flower."

"Harmful!"

Han Shizhen had just picked up the jade cup, but after hearing these words, he put it down heavily. The tea inside was not touched at all, and he said regretfully:

"Fellow Taoist! This price is too cheap! This is something that will cost you your life and forget your worries!"

He advised:

"You are singing and dancing in the country, and there has never been any big disaster. The following are just casual cultivators. You and I, the aristocratic family, know very well that the so-called magic disaster is just a farce!"

"It's nothing more than my sects in the East China Sea raising the price of blood. Three sects and seven sects are just trying to draw out the salary from the bottom of the cauldron! How can this Wanling flower be sold in such a bright and peaceful place?"

'Light and peace...'

Li Yuanjiao's mouth twitched when he heard it, but his attention was attracted by his words, and he said thoughtfully:

"Taking the fire under the cauldron..."

"Exactly!"

Han Shizhen sighed:

"Overseas demon tribes have become more and more anxious in recent years to demand food. The price of blood, resentment, and soul water has skyrocketed. The monks of the East China Sea still don't have enough, so how can they be imported overseas?"

"So the three sects and seven sects relaxed the control of the entrance to the sea, allowing overseas casual cultivators to enter, and then directed and staged a demonic disaster. They used their own high-level demonic cultivators to kill mortals and casual cultivators. This could not only eradicate dissidents and dominate the situation, but also I can eat until I’m full.”

Han Shizhen talked eloquently and silently paid attention to the changes in Li Yuanjiao's expression. Li Yuanjiao only sipped his tea and nodded in agreement.

"In this way, the sect can eat meat and the aristocratic family can drink soup, and it can still maintain morality - I heard that this thing is very useful in your country."

Han Shizhen joked and said with a smile:

"The nobles have eaten a lot of magic cultivators over the years, right? I heard that all of them are so rich that they even have more than ten spirit stones in their fetal breaths. I am so envious of them!"

Li Yuanjiao smiled deeply and replied:

"I killed some demon cultivators."

Han Shizhen looked sideways at Li Xijun, but saw that the young man was also smiling and nodding, more naturally than Li Yuanjiao, and he finally became more certain in his heart:

‘The Li family does have some background in Qingchi. Li Yuanjiao is too deep-minded to see it, but Li Xijun is too young and has obviously known about it for a long time. ’

Now his smile became more and more enthusiastic, and he continued:

"So I would like to say, the spiritual power in the sea is all in those fairy mountains. There are many mortals and few monks in the rest of the land. How many foundations can be built? How many people are dying in fighting? This [Wanling Flower] should be there Donghai comes to sell it!”

Li Yuanjiao nodded and followed his words and said kindly:

"I wonder how you plan to share it?"

"readily!"

Han Shizhen smiled and said:

"Ten spiritual stones for one, I am seven and three!"

Li Yuanjiao's uncle and nephew were stunned. They were shocked by his resale price of five times the price. Li Yuanjiao was silent and Li Xijun immediately said:

"Senior is too greedy!"

Han Shizhen shook his head and said confidently:

"The nobles can also try selling it themselves. I'm afraid the news was released today and the stronghold will be attacked and destroyed tomorrow! Donghai won't talk to you!"

"My family helped sell this spiritual object, but all the covetous eyes from the front and back were directed at me! If my family didn't still have some weight in the East China Sea, I would definitely not dare to do it!"

Li Yuanjiao had been to the East China Sea and had some concerns in his mind, so he immediately replied:

"Fifty-fifty."

"Six-four at most."

Han Shizhen is very sure:

"People of the Ming Dynasty don't tell secret words. I don't like to be entangled. I will tell you as much as I want."

"Okay, but I have a few requirements."

Li Yuanjiao nodded, while Han Shizhen looked at him seriously and said:

"Fellow Taoist, please speak."

Li Yuanjiao's voice was calm:

"What I want is 40% of the proceeds from selling the [Wanling Flower]. Fellow Taoist, please don't buy these four spiritual stones from me. No matter how rare the goods are, I will sell them at a high price."

Han Shizhen was stunned for a moment, as if he had been guessed, he laughed muffledly to cover up his embarrassment, and said haha:

"Okay, okay, my fellow Taoist is not like a monk from the mainland, but his thoughts are like those of me from the East China Sea!"

The two discussed for a while and decided on the volume of goods for next year. Li Yuanjiao said:

"Remember, this flower cannot be heard crying, and will be thanked if heard, and cannot be touched with metals of gold or jade..."

Han Shizhen nodded to indicate that he had remembered it, said a few polite words, and said abruptly:

"I wonder if my sister Li Qinghong has ever been married?"

Li Yuanjiao was also used to his style and said bluntly:

"My little sister has special skills and cannot marry. I hope you will forgive me."

"I'm being rude."

Han Shizhen's expression remained unchanged and he nodded slightly. Li Yuanjiao took a sip of tea and asked in a low voice:

"Fellow Daoist Han...I wonder if my domestic family can settle down in the East China Sea and open up a branch?"

When Li Yuanjiao went to the East China Sea, he also specifically searched for them, but after all, these aristocratic families were under the three sects and seven sects, and apparently could not gain a foothold overseas. I am afraid they were not using their own names.

Now that Han Shizhen, a local snake, is here, Li Yuanjiao naturally wants to ask questions.

"Of course."

Han Shizhen shrugged and replied:

"Not many. Most of them are from the Zifu Immortal Clan. Even if ordinary families have enough foundation-building monks, they rarely have a foothold overseas...they only have a place in the city."

"The East China Sea is no better than the mainland. No spiritual rice can be grown on the islands. There are dangers everywhere. The city is designated by three sects and seven sects and is not allowed to open. Once you establish power overseas, you will not be affiliated with the three sects and seven sects. Who can let you Come back? Each of the Immortal Foundations is well known, and the three sects and seven sects are not stupid."

Han Shizhen looked at his face and shook his head gently:

"Although there is some permission to operate, and the three sects and seven sects are not strictly controlled, the profits are not big in the end. Many aristocratic families have escape routes overseas, but there are not many who really want to run it carefully."

Li Yuanjiao nodded secretly and asked for some information. Han Shizhen answered them one by one and left with others.

Li Yuanjiao sent him all the way out of the world and returned to the mountains. Only then did he smile. Li Xijun congratulated him and said:

"Now there are more than ten spiritual stones. The family can have a total of twenty spiritual stones surplus every year. Everything will be much easier."

"good!"

Li Yuanjiao nodded secretly and said in a deep voice:

"This person talked about the demonic disaster... which is quite interesting. It should be the views of the overseas aristocratic family on the demonic disaster. You can refer to it."

"Exactly."

Li Xijun said:

"Although the Purple Houses in the country are colluding, they are not completely united. Qingchi is taking the lead in the matter of the demonic disaster. All parties are competing, and there may be other considerations."

The uncle and nephew talked for a while, and Li Xijun said:

"My uncle's talisman is almost finished."

Li Yuanjiao ordered:

"I would like to trouble you to go with him regarding my uncle's matter. You can break through in seclusion and then set off."

"Yes, Father Zhong, don't worry."

Li Xijun responded, turned around and went to retreat in Qingdu Cave.

Li Yuanjiao was sipping tea alone in the courtyard, thinking in his heart:

"Qinghong will also be released from seclusion...Kong Heng is a foundation-building practitioner. The two of them came and went in just half a year, so nothing should happen..."

He sat on his seat for a few breaths, put down the jade cup gently, and finally made up his mind:

"It's only been half a year, so I'd better follow him in the mysterious spirit mist. There is no outstanding person in the Chengming generation. Xijun is the one who connects the past and the future. Nothing will happen to him."

Immediately, he called Li Wushao over, gave him a few instructions, and helped look after the house. He took out the sword manual and started reading, waiting for Li Xijun and others to set off.

…

After leaving Qingdu Mountain, Han Shizhen and the two walked north. The man behind them said:

"Sir, the Li family seems to be interested in establishing a foothold overseas."

Han Shizhen nodded and whispered:

"It's not surprising. His family has a background in Qingchi and can easily enter and leave the East China Sea. It's normal to want to find a way out. How many forces in the East China Sea have withdrawn from the country?"

"What's more, Jianmen, Chunyi, and Chijiao Island are fighting fiercely over the [Qingsongguan Ruins]. They are in chaos. It is a good time to enter the sea. If I were Li Yuanjiao, I would also think about this idea."

The sturdy man nodded in agreement and said with some worry:

"I just hope his family can understand each other better and stop stupidly settling around my house... This is how the two families have formed some friendship, but don't let this hurt their feelings."

Han Shizhen shook his head and said decisively:

"Absolutely not... I have seen that Li Yuanjiao is a cautious and low-key person. If his family wants to settle down, they will also find an inaccessible desert island. They would rather suffer and be tired than be exposed in front of others."

The man sighed and said with emotion:

"This poor place, I don't know when my family will be able to establish a foothold in the country."

"Wait for Ancestor Zifu!"

Han Shizhen responded and said with a smile:

"It's not like there's no chance. The country is peaceful and prosperous, and there are three sects to maintain order. Who wouldn't be greedy? Aren't Tang Yuanwu and Chang Xiaozi both from overseas? By then, the seven gates can be added to the East Sulfur Gate, and at worst, they can Multiple immortal clans, the Han family.”

"As for the Li family."

Han Shizhen said:

"After all, we are local snakes. It is good to make friends. If my family has a chance to go ashore, we will need the help of these aristocratic families. If the ancestor fails to break through, we can also invite a few foundation builders to defend the island."

"yes!"

The man responded, very respectfully, and said in a low voice:

"Young Master is thoughtful."

Han Shizhen didn't pay attention to his flattery, and was only hesitant:

"The matter at [Qingsongguan Ruins] is getting bigger and bigger. I just hope that the three sects will not get involved... It is best to let the three purple factions of Jianmen, Junyi, and Chijiao continue to be entangled like this, so that I can live a more comfortable life." "