Chapter 16: Yang Jian at Guanjiangkou At the foot of Xiushui Peak. Following Li Xunhuan's attack, a big man with a square face jumped out. He exclaimed, "Daoyou, we are one of us." Seeing that Li Xunhuan did not continue to cast spells at him, the big man laughed heartily, and walked straight into the corridor without any defense. Raise both arms, put the fingers of both hands together, and perform the etiquette of fellow Taoists. "Please come in, fellow Daoist. I am Ye Feng from Feiyue Villa in Jingzhou." Li Xun Huan looked at the square-faced man. He is about thirty years old, more than eight feet tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and disheveled hair. He exudes the aura of a grassroots hero, which makes people feel good about him. Ye Feng? Qiao Feng! The world of cultivating immortals is not about fighting and killing. Maybe the people there are really good people.
Li Xun Huan returned the greeting and introduced himself. "Lanzhou Guanjiangkou, Yang Jian." Yang family in Guanjiangkou? Ye Feng was stunned. He had never heard of it. However, the world of immortal cultivation changes too fast, so it is not surprising. He didn't care, he smiled heartily and praised Li Xunhuan's previous magic. "Fellow Daoist, your water spell is really not simple." He suddenly mistook Li Xunhuan's martial arts attack as a water spell. This is not unusual. Li Xunhuan himself thinks so too. The Sky Frost Fist cannot cause celestial phenomena, but it does cause changes in the water spiritual power. All we can say is that human wisdom is endless. But now it's all his wisdom. Li Xunhuan frankly acknowledged the big man's compliment. "Thank you, fellow Taoist," "You are straightforward, I like that." The big man's face was even more joyful. He took out the table and chairs he had brought with him, placed them in the corridor, and imitated Li Xunhuan in sitting cross-legged. He said calmly, "Daoyou, can I have a drink?" "But, I happen to have some good wine from Lanzhou." As Li Xunhuan poured the wine, he wondered if this person was afraid of him poisoning him. Is it really Qiao Feng, so heroic that he has no defense at all? Who says that mortals are in the dark world of cultivating immortals? How come he only meets good people?
The two of them drank together while enjoying the beautiful scenery. The topic also turned to the recent major events in the Yue Kingdom's cultivation world. The prepared statement was made by the big man, who spoke and Li Xunhuan listened. "The most recent major event was the seven major sects' disciple-recruiting ceremony a year ago, when the Moon-Shaped Sect received a genius with extraordinary spiritual roots." "A genius with different spiritual roots?" "yes," When Ye Feng talked about genius, he could not hide his admiration and blurted out sour words, "It takes ten or twenty years to produce a person with a different spiritual root. Isn't that a genius?" He has ice spiritual roots and is also a genius? Li Xun Huan took the initiative to help pour the wine and asked, "The sect accepts thousands of disciples every year, and the minimum is three spiritual roots. Logically speaking, there should be no shortage of different spiritual roots." "Not in short supply? Very short supply!" Ye Feng glanced at Li Xunhuan. If it weren't for the fact that he had reached the tenth level of Qi training at such a young age, he would have thought he was a casual cultivator. At this time, he felt that Young Master Yang lacked experience, so he taught him respectfully. "Friend Yang, you only know one side of the story, not the other. Among the thousands of people accepted as disciples by this sect, the lowest one has three spiritual roots, but the highest one has two spiritual roots.” Spiritual roots are determined by heaven. Even for a family of immortal cultivators, after passing it down from generation to generation, they can only guarantee that most of their descendants will have spiritual roots. As for spiritual root aptitude, it has no control over human beings. If having three spiritual roots is one in ten thousand, then having two spiritual roots is one in ten million. Among the thousands of new disciples, there is not a single one with dual spiritual roots, and that’s because most of them come from Jindan families. Different spiritual roots? This is a big treasure. Li Xunhuan was delighted to hear this, and felt that it was a compliment to himself. However, he suddenly thought of Senior Brother Lu, the genius with wind spiritual roots who was killed by Old Demon Han, and he became confused. Spiritual roots are so rare, how could they die so silently? "Fellow Daoist Ye, is it possible that the alien spiritual root was killed, but the sect did not react?" "possible," Ye Feng's hand trembled as he drank, and he said with a smile, "Either you are in the Jindan stage, or your family is a Jindan stage family." A dead genius is certainly not a genius. As we all know, the chance of forming a pill with special spiritual roots is very high, but it is just a chance.
The Jindan stage is the real Jindan stage. It's not difficult to choose between the two. Li Xunhuan sighed, the mortal world is indeed the second generation of immortal cultivation story, another version of Journey to the West. The person who died might be a genius, but he couldn't be a small figure with a good background. Chen Qiaoqian is so terrifying. Li Xunhuan didn't have a strong stomach, so he didn't know if he could finish this bowl of rice. If it really doesn't work, you can just sacrifice yourself and let Dong Xuan'er do it. "Fellow Daoist, Fellow Daoist Yang?" "Um, I am sorry for being rude, fellow Taoist." Li Xun Huan showed a longing expression on his face, saying, "It's great to have a different spiritual root." Ye Feng felt the same after hearing this. Who wouldn’t want to have extraordinary spiritual roots? He shook his head, skipped the topic, and turned to another matter. "Do you know about the Ascension Conference in two years?" "I really don't know." "Haha, it's normal that you don't know." Seeing him admit it, Ye Feng felt it was normal. "Fellow Daoist Yang, we are from a family of immortal cultivators. Once we reach the tenth level of Qi training, we can enter the sect unconditionally. I'm sure your family has already made arrangements. But independent cultivators are different, they want to fight for a chance to enter the sect." He didn't say what this glimmer of hope was. But Li Xunhuan understood that what he was fighting for was the opportunity to build a foundation. "What do you mean by mentioning this, fellow Daoist?" "The Yue Kingdom's cultivation world may seem very large, but it is actually very small. It cannot accommodate too many cultivators. Today this cultivator eats a little, and tomorrow that cultivator eats a little. Then what will our cultivation family eat?" "so," "So, the Immortal Ascension Conference is just a show on the surface. In fact, it is also a hunting conference in secret. We just want to return a pure land to the immortal cultivation world of Yue Kingdom." Ye Feng spoke with confidence, and Li Xunhuan felt a chill in his heart. The Ascension Conference held every ten years can be regarded as the foundation for casual cultivators to ascend to heaven. It is so difficult, but the other party still won’t let go of the casual cultivator. Really, dark.
Li Xun Huan hesitated. He was only eighteen years old. "Fellow Daoist, this is not good," Ye Feng's eyes were sharp, and he no longer had the aura of a bold and heroic hero. He said fiercely, “You are young, so I can understand that. In fact, the casual cultivator deserves what he gets for his crime. A casual cultivator? A robbery cultivator. We in the Immortal Cultivation family cultivate spiritual fields and raise spiritual beasts, but it is different for independent cultivators. They do not engage in production and only know how to break into houses to make money. We are doing good things.” That makes sense, but Li Xunhuan doesn't just listen to one side. The two sides are in an antagonistic relationship, and the casual cultivators even say that the immortal cultivation families are overbearing and domineering, relying on their background to rob and plunder. Li Xun Huan waved his hand. "Fellow Daoist, I am just bored at home, so I came out to see the world. I will not participate in this hunting meeting." In the mortal world, there are many shady methods that are hard to guard against. His cultivation was still too low, and he always felt it was dangerous to go out. Hearing Li Xunhuan's refusal, Ye Feng frowned, then opened his brows and said cheerfully, "Your kindness is admirable," Then, he drank, and when the wine reached his lips, he suddenly asked, "Fellow Daoist, which sect do you want to join?" "Of course it's the Spirit Beast Mountain." "What? It's actually Spirit Beast Mountain?!" Ye Feng suddenly stood up and took out a top-grade magic sword from his storage bag. He was furious. "Spirit Beast Mountain is the mortal enemy of our Ye family. Anyone in the Ye family who sees it will kill it." Li Xun Huan dodged the sword and jumped out of the corridor, horrified, and hurriedly explained, "Fellow Daoist, I just lied. I actually want to join the Moon-shaking Sect." "What? The Moon-shattering Sect?! I hate those prostitutes and thieves the most in my life," Li Xunhuan stopped talking. It was obvious that Brother Ye really wanted to kill him. Even if he mentioned the seven sects, he could find seven reasons. In that case, fellow Taoist, please get going! (End of this chapter)