I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Chapter 615,

This guy has no cultivation?
There is nothing reliable in this world.

Sighing, Yang Zhao asked softly.

"Now that you have seen me, can I leave now?"

"No."

The father-in-law looked calm and didn't seem to be forcing anyone at all.

"It's just luck, so the longer the time, the better."

That brilliant gaze was fixed on Yang Zhao, without moving at all.

Yang Zhao hung his head and lowered his eyes like a kitten to show his protest.

"How long will it take you?"

"One or two years is not too much, and three to five months is not too little."

This old man is really rude.

No matter how he complained in his heart, Yang Zhao remained honest on the surface.

"Three to five months is a bit too long. I still have to attend the Four-Party Conference. Can't others do the same?"

"How can anyone compare to you? When my nephew Yangshe brought me the news, I still didn't believe I would be lucky enough to meet such a person."

Looking up at the roof, the father-in-law was amazed.

"As soon as you came out of the teleportation formation, it really opened my eyes."

"Other people's luck is a pillar of energy, but your luck is a colorful cloud that stretches for miles, occupying half the sky. It is the only one I have ever seen in my life. It is so openly displayed in front of people, how can people not be drooling over it."

Listening to what his father-in-law said, Yang Zhao subconsciously looked up. The gray roof didn't even have a beam.

She closed her eyes slightly, and a touch of gold instantly filled her entire pupils.

It’s still the same gray roof, where do the colorful clouds come from?
Yang Zhao closed his eyes in disappointment, and when he opened them again, his pupil color had returned to normal.

"It has to be me? Father-in-law, are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

Where does luck come from? If this can really be seen, why is there no news about luck in the cultivation world of the Great Zhou?

No one else can see it, only this old man can see it?
"You're not kidding me, are you? If I had such a strong luck, someone would have told me long ago."

"When I was little, I was also puzzled. How could you not see something so obvious? When I grew up, I realized that you need some external objects to see it."

External objects?

Yang Zhao was a little shocked: "The Baiyu upper realm values ​​​​the illusory luck so much? How many people can see my luck like you?"

“There aren’t many that can be seen in the world, but there should be quite a few at the Four-Party Conference.”

Lowering his eyes, the old man looked deeply at Yang Zhao, and the smile on his face deepened a little.

"When the time comes, I'm sure I won't be the only one who wants to come to you to get some luck."

What?
Yang Zhao’s eyes went dark and he felt like swearing.

"My luck is not that good. I have been beaten up by others in the past two years. I have encountered life-threatening situations several times. If it happened to someone else, they would definitely become famous. Who would be as frustrated as me?"

"If you don't believe me, look, I just came to Baiyu Upper Realm and I met you. You don't look like you have great luck at all."

"You're not dead, are you? You've survived so many dangers. What else do you want?"

Is that what he said?

What else does she want?
In the past, she wanted wine, women, money, fame, wealth, to be respected in public and return home in glory.

It is still the same now. She is just such a vulgar person, with the most addition of a wish for longevity.

Is immortality the highest pursuit?

Immortal...

Eh……

If you think about it carefully, it doesn’t seem bad.

If immortality is a trait, then can she just wander around?

"Is immortality absolute? Can this luck keep me safe every time I return?"

"No." The father-in-law smiled with his eyes curved.

"Young man, don't be too greedy. That's just luck, not a god."

Sighing, Yang Zhao restrained himself and looked up again.

"Then the person above my head... is he a god?"

"Yes."

boom!
boom! boom! boom!
Yang Zhao's heart couldn't stop beating wildly, his whole body stiffened, and he broke out in a sweat.

where is this?
This is Bai Yu's upper realm.

Thousands of years ago, the gods from the upper realm of Baiyu had a great war with the gods from the Chixian Shenzhou. No one knows how many people participated in the war or what the outcome was.

But at this moment in Ye Yuan, Zhao Zhi was personally suppressing a god from the upper realm of Bai Yu, and it was a foregone conclusion.

Let alone the hatred in one world and in two places, or the enmity in three rivers and four seas, it seems to have nothing to do with peace, friendship, and love between you and me.

If her identity was discovered, wouldn't she be finished?
Seeing Yang Zhao's body stiff and his face filled with fear, the father-in-law smiled even more and tried to comfort him kindly.

"You don't have to be afraid. You are a small golden elixir, and you won't attract His attention. He is just worried about me, afraid that I would die suddenly, so he used a little bit of his divine power to protect me."

"Ah...haha, He is pretty good, haha."

Yang Zhao secretly made hand gestures to wipe away the cold sweat on his body and forced a smile on his stiff face.

"You're doing fine, too."

Quite approachable.

If this person lived in the Middle Ages, he would definitely be the Son of God.

But it’s very strange: how could someone who is so favored by God not practice cultivation?
"Father, I'm not only going to attend the Four Directions Conference, I also want to find a weapon refiner and travel. You can't always follow me."

"Are you sure you want to face the Four-Party Conference alone?"

There was a hint of mischief in the father-in-law's gentle eyes.

"With me here, at least they don't dare to use violence."

Haha…hehe….

"Is there any way to conceal this luck? I can exchange it for something."

"You are just a mere Jindan-stage cultivator. Even if you have a method, it will be useless."

As he said that, the father-in-law stood up, dusted off his clothes, turned around and walked back.

"Let's go, so I'll go pick a nephew to take us."

"Father, you've come to the wrong place, haven't you? The door is this way."

The father-in-law pushed gently on the back wall, and a new door appeared. Behind the door, a dark green covered large patches of gold.

Yang Zhao followed behind his father-in-law and looked up. Amidst the green, an endless golden palace appeared before his eyes.

Ye Zhang Temple.

Although she had only seen it from a distance a few times, she still recognized it.

Shrunk into an inch?

Space conversion?

Or did she never leave the Ye Zhang Temple far from the beginning?

This is not scientific at all!
Gritting his teeth and complaining in his heart, Yang Zhao slowly followed behind his father-in-law.

This building complex stands on the top of the mountain, at least ten meters high, and is mostly made of light golden boulders.

Looking inside, lush trees serve as the pillars of the building, with their flourishing canopies covering the entire top of the building.

Original and luxurious.

People were walking around in the temple in groups of three or four. Some were two or three meters tall, while others were shorter than Yang Zhao's ankles. Each of them was wearing different shades of green.

If you look closely, you can see leaves, roots, horns and claws on some people.

When those people saw Yang Zhao and his father-in-law, they stopped in the distance, lowered their heads and stood quietly waiting for them to pass by.

The two men walked through many courtyards, but no one came up to say hello.