No. 1024 cave abode.
The door is closed.
The scalper lay leisurely in the corner, snoring from time to time.
More than ten feet away.
The boy Chen Yang and his sister Chen Ying are planting Spirit Field. The mood that was depressed a few days ago has become cheerful and joyful due to the arrival of the owner of cave abode.
"Yingzi, I will definitely break through my innate talent and become the disciple of Senior Sun!"
A month ago, Rogue Cultivator came from outside and wanted to plant this piece of Spirit Field.
He has truly become a homeless person, and without Spirit Stones sources, it will be extremely difficult for him to become a monk again. Chen Yang tried every means to delay, but still couldn't stop the sect's rules, and was about to lose the land he relied on for survival.
A few days ago, Senior Sun checked into cave abode and told Fangshi that he did not want anyone to disturb him.
That Rogue Cultivator was very smart, so he went to rent Spirit Field elsewhere, and the problem of Chen Yang was easily solved.
Chen Ying heard this and frowned slightly. "Our family members have died of illness one after another. It is determined that there is a conspiracy. Now you and I are the only ones left. How about we leave Fangshi?"
Chen Yang shook his head slowly and said firmly.
"I will not leave, I must restore the glory of my ancestors!"
The time of a striver is always fleeting, and it passes in a blink of an eye.
This day.
Chen Yang, an old man, takes care of Spirit Field with his children and grandchildren. He laughs heartily every time he looks at his grandchildren.
After thirty years of hard training in martial arts, he finally failed to break through his innate talent. Fortunately, Spirit Field rented a seed under Chen Yang's name, and he easily married a wife who was also a mortal.
Four sons and three daughters were born in succession, all of whom had no spiritual roots.
The passion of Chen Yang in the early years has been exhausted. I only pray that "Senior Sun" will live a long life, so that these two acres of Spirit Field can be passed down to several more generations.
Who would have thought that a surprise would come from heaven, the eldest grandson would actually have spiritual roots, and even Four Spirit Roots would be able to make the Chen family prosperous for a hundred years.
"You have to thank Senior Sun, he is our family's great benefactor."
"What does Senior Sun look like?"
When his son was talking, he looked at cave abode not far away. The door had been closed for as long as he could remember, including the scalpers at the door. Nothing had changed in the past thirty years.
"This... I can't remember clearly."
Chen Yang is sure that he has met Senior Sun, but too much time has passed, and he vaguely remembers that he looked quite young.
Rumor has it.
Sun Daochang is in his forties or fifties, and his cultivation has reached the late stage of Qi training. He must be highly talented, and Foundation Establishment is very promising in the future.
The family is talking.
Suddenly I heard a creaking sound and turned around to see the cave abode door opening and an old man in blue robe walking out.
Zhou Yi also noticed the dozen or so members of the Chen family, nodded with a smile, and jumped on the back of the ox.
"Niu'er, let's go."
Clouds and smoke grew under the feet of the ox, soared into the sky and flew towards Tianyang City.
Chen Yang Seeing that his benefactor finally went out, he took his grandson and was about to step forward to thank him, but all he saw was the back of a bull rider.
After being stunned for a long time, he lowered his head and spoke to his grandson.
"Do you remember what he looked like? When I see Senior Sun in the future, I will definitely repay my kindness!"
Zhou Yi rode on the back of the ox and began to think about how to practice in the future.
Thirty years ago, relying on the century-old spirit medicine as a living, he pushed Origin Returning Art to the thirteenth floor.
The Great Perfection of Qi Refining has no further progress.
No matter how the technique works, it is difficult to increase even a trace of Mana. Even if you take two bites of the Millennium Spiritual Ginseng, it will not help.
Zhou Yi did not end the retreat, but switched to Divine Bull Transformation.
Perhaps it was because of the extraordinary blood of the scalper, or perhaps because spirit medicine accumulated too much in Zhou Yi's body. The efficiency of body refining was far greater than that of qi refining. It only took seventy years to complete the cultivation, and only after testing the power was he satisfied with his release.
"With my qualifications, even if I achieve the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, three or five Foundation Establishment Pill may not be enough."
"Besides, every Foundation Establishment Pill appears, not to mention selling for a sky-high price, it will trigger a bloody battle. Those who are nearing the end of their lifespan may be able to break through the Divine Bull Transformation's defense if they work hard."
"After all, you have to practice on your own!"
Zhou Yi has changed in various forms over the years. I asked around about the origin of Foundation Establishment Pill, and all the results pointed to the Dan Ding Sect.
Foundation Establishment Pill is occasionally circulated in the market, but it is not from a formal origin. Some people say that it is a black man who kills people and seizes treasures, while others say that it is a carrot that the sect is hanging on Rogue Cultivator.
The meaning is self-evident. Dan Ding Sect monopolizes Foundation Establishment Pill, and Yunzhou monks have to rely on others.
"First try to find the Foundation Establishment Pill direction. If you can't find it, then you can redeem your merits and become a registered disciple. As for the time, let's set a time limit of fifty years. This identity will almost expire!"
While Zhou Yi was thinking about it, the scalper had already flown over Tianyang City.
Half a year later.
Tianyang City At the southeast corner, a new sign is hung on the street-facing shop.
Yu Jian Tavern.
Behind the solid wood counter, Zhou Yi was reading the storybook with gusto, without even looking up when the customers came.
"Shopkeeper, what kind of wine are you selling?"
The speaker was a middle-aged man, with strong muscles and bones, and a hand as big as a cattail leaf fan. He was actually a rare master of external martial arts.
Mortals in Tianyang City are pursuing martial arts innate talent, so those who practice internal skills account for 99% of them. After all, there are Dan Ding Sect rules, and there will be no life-threatening danger on the surface.
"Crimson Flame Wine, dine-in only."
Zhou Yi pointed to the sign at the back with the year and price written on it.
Crimson Flame Wine originates from Chihong. After decades of research on the ratio, we have successfully incorporated Breitling Ginseng into it.
The wine became stronger and turned into a bloody flame when poured into the bowl, so it was named Crimson Flame Wine.
The man was shocked by the high price. "It costs Spirit Stones per pound for ten years old! This is too expensive!"
Zhou Yi smiled and said, "You can exchange it for something."
As he said this, Zhou Yi put his pen under the price and added: I'll accept everything!
"I didn't!"
The man's eyes narrowed slightly, he shook his head repeatedly, and left the tavern as if he was running away.
The residents of Tianyang City have been rich for several generations. As long as they are still struggling in the city, it means that there is still a legacy in the family.
Many shops in the city, like Zhou Yi, accept barter for goods. Every year, there are rumors that someone's descendants have sold their ancestors' relics, or they have gambled to achieve innate breakthroughs, or they have gone to the world to enjoy themselves.
The former will be respected even if he fails, while the latter is a despised prodigal.
Zhou Yi doesn't think so. Innateness is only the first step for Path of Immortality. There will be thousands of disasters and difficulties after that. Lineage may not be passed down longer than the common people.
"The next thing is, wait!"
There was no celebration for the opening of the tavern, but there was nothing new in Tianyang City, and the news spread quickly.
Half a month later.
Someone came to sell ancestral spiritual items, a rather exquisite jade bottle with mysterious textures engraved on the surface. After inputting Mana, a dazzling aura bloomed.
"My ancestors were rich and had two Foundation Establishment True Persons. This is a treasure left by one of them. Before his death, our ancestor said that he would hide what he had learned throughout his life in a bottle. If future generations have talent, they can pass it on!"
This man spoke True Intention affectionately, and sighed, "It's a pity that future generations can't live up to expectations and can't understand the mystery in the bottle. How much Spirit Stones will you receive, fellow Daoist?"
Zhou Yi took the jade bottle with a smile, observed it carefully, shook his head and said.
"Forgive me for my blindness, please go to another house and have a look."
The man argued for a few more words, then saw Zhou Yi smiling and shaking his head, saying some strange words and leaving with the bottle in his arms.
Not a few days passed.
This man was robbed inexplicably, all his limbs were broken, and the family heirloom vase was broken into pieces. After that, several swindlers in succession suffered inexplicable disasters as long as they went to the tavern.
Enforcement Team Randomly checked, but couldn't find the murderer, so he left it alone.
Zhou Yi's tavern suddenly became quiet.
"Tianyang Market's counterfeiting methods are far less sophisticated than Little Dan Mountain's, they are too rough!"