Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 444 Fuyou Palace Buying Industry (4.5k monthly ticket required)
The seemingly light cloud of green thunder made the nearby void suddenly hum, and the air instantly funneled towards the vortex, and the space within tens of feet suddenly became thunderous and lightning.

Seeing this situation, Chen Ping was overjoyed.

As expected of a high-ranking Lei Fa, even if it is suspended quietly, it still stirs up such an astonishing phenomenon.

Chen Ping had no doubts that even Yu Zeqiu in his heyday would not be able to catch a thunderbolt attack casually.

Moreover, this is only the first level of the Immortal Lightning Method, and there are five levels to follow!

The attack method of the Formation Breaking Immortal Lightning Method is very monotonous, only cultivating the Celestial Tribulation Immortal Thunder, which is the blue thunder vortex in his hand.

As for Qingjie Xianlei's heel, Chen Ping didn't know.

He had no choice but to rely on the golden-pattern method leaf and practice layer by layer.

It's a pity that the golden beads are still missing, otherwise he would at least be able to take out the second layer of the fairy thunder method with a dozen pieces of fourth-order ore in his hand.

With a thought, Chen Ping lost his supernatural power of the fairy thunder method, and the great pain all over his body disappeared immediately.

This is the reason why his meridians have never used Lei Lingli.

After all, the destructive attribute that comes with Lei Lingli is so strong that even the mutated ice and wind attributes of the same species cannot be compared on the same day.

However, compared to mastering a treasure secret technique, mere pain is nothing.

"Who would have thought that there is actually a psychic artifact hidden in my body."

Looking inside, Chen Ping smiled to himself.

The Xuansen Leipan made by Master Yan was fused by him close to the heart.

The two main meridians and 24 subsidiary meridians needed to operate the first layer of the Thunderbolt method are like a spider web with a huge gap, tightly entangled with the thunder pan, forming an endless cycle.

When performing the secret technique, the thunder spirit power will spread out from this psychic channel, and after special strengthening of the meridians, it will return to the thunder plate to complete the process of casting the whole fairy thunder method.

Due to the complexity of the steps and the unfamiliarity of the kneading formula, the condensing time of the current Xianlei method is as long as two breaths, and it is still unable to achieve the instant state like the Qinglian Sixteen Sword Jue.

However, with further training and becoming familiar with the meridian circulation, Chen Ping was confident that he could control the operation time within one breath, and the impact would not be so obvious.

There are two main ways to obtain thunder spirit power.

One is that Xuansen Leipan absorbs the thunder spirit energy from the outside world independently. This method is relatively slow and has a lot of restrictions.

The second method is much simpler.

Directly evacuate the aura from the thunder-attribute spirit stone and inject it into the Taoist weapon.

Thinking of this, Chen Ping sank into the storage ring and carefully selected it.

After a short while, he found a total of 740 low-grade and more than [-] middle-grade Thunder Spirit Stones, which should be enough for him to perform dozens of spells.

As for the high-grade thunder spirit stone, he wanted to keep the driving puppet.

After a short rest, Chen Ping slapped his dantian, and the Wuxing Chunyang Sword flew out of the box.

At the same time, the petiole of the sycamore leaf also floats beside me unknowingly.

……

Another half moon, a figure flew away from the ground, and after shaking, stood firmly on the edge of a lake.

With a wave of Chen Ping's arm, a glaring blue light shot out, cutting across the water in a flash.

The next moment, there was a bang, and a huge silver wave suddenly rose from the lake, with a height of ten, five or six feet.

Before the huge wave receded, the entire lake with a radius of more than ten miles was split in half, and the white bottom of the lake was exposed by a forcible split.

The splashed stones and soil were mixed together and crushed into powder, which was nowhere to be found.

"boom!"

The lake water on both sides rushes towards the middle, covering the bottom of the lake.

A beam of cyan sword light from far away flew back into his hand, and the aura dispersed, revealing a long sword that was menacing.

It is Chen Ping's natal tool, the Chunyang Sword.

After breaking into the fifth sycamore leaf petiole with the hook method, this treasure has already broken through the top-grade Taoist weapon, and has been promoted to the top-grade killing Taoist weapon!
Originally, the power of the Pure Yang Sword was overwhelmed by the Nine Suns True Fire Comb, but now, it surpassed it by a little bit.

In just a few months, the physical body, magic weapons, and secret techniques all soared, and Chen Ping's strength reached a level that ordinary Yuandan monks could not understand.

Maybe it can be compared to a fake pill that refines the blood of a real demon?

"I don't know if I'm enough to be the number one Yuandan cultivator in the past and present."

Chen Ping muttered something to himself with a smile, and floated back to the secret room.

At the end of a weekly cycle, he was pleasantly surprised to find that his mental barrier had disappeared and he could practice again.

But there is only more than a year left for the meeting of the two cities, and it seems that it is impossible to break into the Yuandan Great Perfection before then.

……

"Commander Weng, please sit down. I just brewed a pot of iced cloud tea with my own hands. How would you like it?"

Leading an old-looking monk with a wine-grooved nose into the cave, Chen Ping said with a smile.

"Third-order spiritual tea, fellow Taoist is willing."

Weng Fuhong unceremoniously picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"It's in stock from the early years, and the taste is a little bit worse."

After tasting the same, Chen Ping shook his head and said.

"Fellow Daoist Chen Ping changed his cave and didn't inform him in time, so it would be easier for Weng Mou to find it."

Weng Fuhong said slowly, a trace of unhappiness flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared in a flash.

Recently, in the circle of high-ranking monks in Fuyou City, an explosive news has been circulating.

Chen Ye, a foreign monk, was actually Chen Ping, who once ranked first on the rookie list.

Not only did this person quietly enter the waters of Shuangcheng, but he also placed a group of cultivators at the underground auction organized by Qing Keju.

Like Hua Haoyan from Jifeng Mountain, and Wu Gaoge from Qihuang Chamber of Commerce, they all gritted their teeth with hatred for him.

Half a month later, the news reached Weng Fuhong's ears.

At that time, he was really frightened, and immediately asked for leave to leave Huangshuihai, and hurried to Landuling Mountains.

But he was in vain, Chen Ping and Weng Mu had long since disappeared.

Because he was concerned about his son's safety, he almost turned over Fuyou City in the next few months.

Unfortunately, there is still no news.

He once doubted whether Chen Ping would take Weng Mu out of the waters of Shuangcheng.

Fortunately, yesterday, the appearance of a sound transmission paper crane made him ecstatic.

The paper crane was sent by Chen Ping, inviting him to come to Xindongfu for a gathering.

"Chen's identity is quite special, so he often hides from view, Commander Weng forgive me."

Hearing his complaint, Chen Ping apologized.

"Excuse me, Weng is curious, what is the relationship between Senior Yin of Lanyue Sect and fellow Taoist?"

Taking a sip of tea, Weng Fuhong said tentatively.

According to the latest information he knows, Chen Ping blatantly exposed his heels because the crisis on Haichang Island has been resolved.

And it seems to be the result of Yin Xianyi, the real Jindan real person, who came from the middle.

"It's nothing special, Senior Yin appreciates my potential very much."

Chen Ping smiled lightly, and said boldly.

Little did he know that his words completely calmed down Weng Fuhong's heart.

Weng Fuhong's head was buzzing when he first knew that the master he had chosen for his son turned out to be a well-known murderer.

Chen Ping's enemies were flying all over the sky, offending several big forces in the city, he didn't want to be implicated.

However, since he has Yin Xianyi's protection, he is very happy in his heart.

Moreover, when he first entered the cave, he scanned around with his spiritual sense and found that his son had broken through the middle stage of foundation establishment and was consolidating his realm.

Looking at it this way, Chen Ping was sincere towards Weng Mu.

"Chen Daoyou's methods are profound, combining swordsmanship, puppetry, body training, and fire spirit skills. If Mu'er can learn a little superficial, Weng will be grateful."

Weng Fuhong said with a smile.

"Mu'er is a fire root cultivator, so it's really easy for me to give instructions."

Chen Ping pressed his eyelids, and said vaguely.

He will only teach Weng Mu the puppet art, other supernatural powers such as the Nine Changes Flame Art, Sword Slashing Art, etc., do not plan to teach it any further.

Moreover, although Weng Mu's main cultivation method is not as good as the Yanling Jue, the quality is not low, and it is not a problem to be in the middle of the Yuandan realm.

To put it bluntly, named disciples cannot be compared with personal disciples after all.

Then, Chen Ping mentioned the matter of summoning Shao Ying.

After listening, Weng Fuhong said with a happy expression on his face: "My son is reassuring everywhere, but he is infatuated with ordinary women, and Weng has been helpless."

"Now that the knot is resolved, after a few dozen years, Mu'er may be able to hit the realm of Yuan Dan."

"Commander Weng, what happened to Miss Shaoying is related to you?"

Chen Ping's eyes were fixed, and he said with a half-smile.

"My friend Daoist laughed, everything about the mortal woman in the Huaisu Plain was arranged by Weng, including her current husband, a strong mortal man."

Weng Fuhong said calmly without any intention of hiding.

"Work hard to be a son, pity the hearts of parents in the world, and the same is true for us monks!"

Chen Ping sighed.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he proposed not to embarrass Shaoying again in the future, and Weng Fuhong readily agreed.

"Commander Weng, the three-year period has expired. Mu'er's puppet-making skills have improved rapidly, and I can be regarded as living up to the trust."

Chen Ping said suddenly.

After hearing this, Weng Fuhong frowned, took out a storage ring and put it on the table, and whispered: "Chen Daoyou, please continue to teach the dog, the reward is not a problem."

He very much hoped that his son could stay with Chen Ping and learn Taoism.

The outside world's evaluation of this person is unanimously decisive, treacherous and cunning.

Such a character can just influence Weng Mu, who has always been weak and mediocre, and straighten his immortal path.

"Commander Weng's proposal is not impossible."

Chen Ping turned a blind eye to the storage on the table, and said indifferently: "Chen is planning to open a puppet pavilion in the dojo, if Weng Mu continues to follow me, he will become a shopkeeper."

"This……"

Weng Fuhong hesitated for a moment, and said awkwardly: "Weng is afraid that too many chores will delay his way."

"With all due respect, Mu'er has a high-grade spiritual root, and the Yuan Dan period is his end point. Commander Weng won't have the idea that the blue is better than the blue, right?"

Chen Ping said straight to the point.

"Chen Daoyou is Mu'er's master, I will not interfere with your arrangements."

After pondering for a moment, Weng Fuhong nodded his head lightly.

"Commander Weng has the land deeds for the buildings on the main street of the Daoist Temple, and Mr. Chen wants to buy one."

Chen Ping asked vigorously.

"In terms of Dongfu, Weng bought two, but the attic of the dojo has at least a million spirit stones, and Weng is reluctant to buy it."

After a pause, Weng Fuhong said again: "You can go to Fuyou Palace to try your luck."

Fuyou Palace is in charge of the lease and sale of all the attics and caves in the dojo, and is jointly managed by the four major Jindan sects.

In the end, Weng Fuhong observed his son a few times with his spiritual thoughts, and did not show up to disturb his quiet practice. He bid farewell to Chen Ping and returned directly to Huang Shuihai.

Chen Ping opened the storage ring that he left on purpose, and there were one hundred thousand spirit stones in it.

……

Fuyou Dojo, a certain black giant mountain.

Walking to the mountainside, Chen Ping stopped in front of a very magnificent pavilion.

Apart from him, there are quite a few monks coming in and out here, and most of them are Foundation Establishment and Yuan Dan.

Chen Ping looked around for a while, then walked into the pavilion with tall steps with no expression on his face.

This place is Fuyou Palace.

He told Weng Fuhong that opening a puppet shop was not a whim.

The grand auction of Lai Qing Keju stimulated him, and the elixir that usually sells [-] spirit stones can often be auctioned for [-] or [-].

Once again, he saw the astonishing profits of the auction house.

Of course, there are many difficulties in opening a private auction house, and connections, strength, and reputation are all indispensable.

He has to make a small shop famous first, and then slowly plan.

Secondly, Fuyou City is one of the core areas of the Shuangcheng cultivation world.

In the future, the Chen family's road to soaring will inevitably have to avoid the waters of Shuangcheng.

Since he has exposed his identity, why not spend some time building a foundation for his family and himself in advance.

"Senior, do you want to rent a cave in the dojo? I don't know what location you want?"

As soon as he entered the Fuyou Palace, a blue-clothed monk in the late stage of foundation establishment glanced at Chen Ping, and immediately said respectfully.

"Chen wants to buy an attic on the main street, the more prosperous the location, the better!"

Chen Ping said in a strong tone.

"Attic? Senior wait a moment, let junior check it out."

The blue-clothed friar lifted his spirits, and hastily took out a long token, and began to search for it with his spiritual sense.

"Have it!"

The monk in blue took out several pieces of jade slips and handed them over with both hands.

When Chen Ping heard the words, he grabbed it and used his spiritual sense to check it out politely.

"Just this one."

After a few breaths, Chen Ping threw back one of the jade slips.

"Okay, please wait a moment, senior. There are rules in this pavilion. Transactions involving more than a million spirit stones must be reported to the master."

Seeing that Chen Ping really wanted to buy an expensive loft, the blue-clothed monk became even more respectful. He said quickly and trotted all the way to the second floor.

Chen Ping Gujing waited without a wave, and there was a little bit of colic in his heart.

After a while, more than 200 million spirit stones will leave him again!
Because the building he selected belongs to the same street as Lanyue Pavilion, and it is the absolute central area of ​​the dojo.

There are so many monks coming and going nearby, the price is naturally extremely high.

"It's okay, I'm a high-level puppet master, and I can earn it back soon."

Chen Ping touched his heart and comforted himself non-stop.

After a long while, a middle-aged male cultivator in the early Yuandan period walked towards him, and said with a gentle attitude: "It turns out that Daoyou Chen is here, and Bao Kang, the elder of the Youhuo Sect, is also one of the principals of Fuyou Palace." .”

"I met fellow Daoist Bao."

Reaching out to not hit the smiling face, Chen Ping also said with a smile.

"Chen Daoyou came here by coincidence. The attic you picked was originally owned by a medium-sized sect. They were in urgent need of spirit stones last month, so they resold the land to Fuyou Palace."

Bao Kang said in a rather envious tone.

Then, Chen Ping didn't talk nonsense, and handed over a storage ring containing 240 million spirit stones.

It's not that he doesn't want to bargain because he has a lot of money, but on the first row of each jade slip, there is a line of small golden characters engraved: Fuyou Palace accepts sales and refuses any form of bargaining.

"This is the prohibition token of the attic. Holding this order is equivalent to possessing the right to dispose of the land, and the identity of the shopkeeper of Fellow Daoist Chen Ping will also be registered by us, enjoying the protection of the dojo."

"Whoever dares to cause trouble in the Guige, the guards will arrive at the scene as soon as possible."

After counting the spirit stones, Bao Kang took out a purple sign with a smile on his face, and said very warmly.

"Thank you Fuyou Palace for your great support."

Chen Ping cupped his fists, put away the token, turned his head and left.

"Chen Daoyou, I would like to remind you that hiring monks in the dojo needs to pay a head tax every year, which is used to make up for the consumption of absorbing the spiritual energy of the formation."

"One hundred spiritual stones for qi-training monks, five thousand for foundation-building monks, and twenty thousand yuan pills. The guards will visit the door for verification from time to time. Once they are found to be concealed, they will be fined a hundred times. Therefore, fellow daoists, remember not to lose big because of small things! "

Behind him, Bao Kang leisurely transmitted the voice.

"damned!"

The corner of Chen Ping's mouth twitched fiercely. No wonder the consumption of the Beauty Palace remained high. If it was higher, it might not even be able to pay the poll tax.

Depressedly leaving Fuyou Palace, Chen Ping came to a bustling street.

In front of a six-storey seven-colored attic made of second-order glazed stone, he poured a spiritual force into the token, and walked in separately.

(End of this chapter)