Guarding the mortal world for 300 years, I am invincible in the world

Chapter 3 Money, law and land, buy, buy, buy!

Who is really strong who wants to be under others?
Many elites in the sect, as well as some second- and third-generation powerhouses with strong backgrounds, are all fighting for the position of the outer sect of the Yunlan Dao Sect, leaving Yunlan Mountain to take charge of the sect alone.

Although these sects belong to the Yunlan Dao Sect, they have great autonomy and can expand their territory, or even go out independently and become a Yunlan Dao Sect alliance sect.

The Taoist sect can always be strong because it has spread its branches and leaves, taken root and sprouted, and passed on continuously for countless years.

Xu Zhaonian's heart skipped a beat.

Isn't it the season when Yunlan Daozong's foreign sect is in charge of task assignments and the guards of the mortal world are transferred?
Judging from that list, it is also the various basic materials needed to build a new sect.

As for the ordinary guardianship, it is the task of the outer sect to provide for the elderly, and he automatically ignores it.

Create a new sect!
This is a big deal, and if the business is done, it can go on for a long time, and you can also take the opportunity to make friends with a golden elixir of Yunlan Daozong.

In the practice world, connections are often more important than wealth.

"The Chiyue Tower has everything I want, right?" Zhang Li seemed a little impatient, and with a wave of his hand, a flash of spiritual light scattered, and at least thirty thousand spiritual stones fell neatly in front of him.

This bright eye made Xu Zhaonian even more certain that his judgment was correct.

Only the second generation of Xiu and the third generation of Xiu with a deep background can spend so much money without cherishing it.

"Yes, what Mr. Zhang needs, I have it all in Chiyue Tower."

The smiling Xu Zhaonian raised his hand, and a middle-aged monk in a green robe approached.

"Prepare all the supplies Mr. Zhang needs." Xu Zhaonian handed over the jade slip, and whispered a few words in his ear.

The middle-aged monk nodded, turned and went downstairs.

"Hehe, Mr. Zhang, please drink tea." Xu Zhaonian smiled and raised his hand.

Zhang Li picked up the teacup unceremoniously, took a sip, but frowned slightly and said, "You Chiyuelou don't even have Hongyun eyebrows for 30 years?"

Hongyunmei, that is the spiritual tea produced in a valley full of aura in the back of Yunlan Mountain.

The yield of this tea is low, it can open the meridian and activate the veins, especially the tea plant produced by more than ten years, it contains a trace of spiritual energy, it is only for the elders of the sect, and it is not for takeaway.

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Xu hasn't seen Hongyunmei for 30 years." Xu Zhaonian smiled wryly and shook his head, the smile in his eyes was even bigger.

Only those three generations of Xiu who have been with Jindan Da Neng since childhood have the opportunity to taste this kind of good tea.

Sure enough, upon hearing Xu Zhaonian's words, Zhang Li showed a hint of arrogance on his face: "My grandfather has plenty of these things."

Having said that, he paused slightly, raised his hand to press his forehead, and muttered in a low voice: "It's a pity, I followed my second uncle to the place of bitter cold, and I don't know when I will be able to return to Yunlan Mountain..."

Bitter cold place!

I heard that the Yunlan Taoist sect occupies millions of miles to the north. Is this going to open up XJ land?

This news alone is worth at least one hundred thousand spirit stones!
Xu Zhaonian clenched his fists in his sleeves.

Seeing Xu Zhaonian's behavior like this, Zhang Lifang breathed a sigh of relief.

In the past two days, he went to various shops to exchange spirit stones, spirit crystals and chalcedony beads. He deliberately chatted with those well-informed shopkeepers.

In his previous life, as a gold medal trader in charge of trillions of funds, Zhang Li was best at integrating resources and information.

All kinds of information are put together and deduced, and the truth can always be seen through the fog.

It can also set up fog to make people unable to distinguish between true and false.

At this time, Xu Zhaonian had already firmly believed in his forged identity background.

This is exactly what Zhang Li needs.

After a while, the middle-aged monk who left before walked behind Xu Zhaonian holding three storage bags in his hand.

Xu Zhaonian took the three storage bags, and a faint aura flashed across his body.

Release your spiritual thoughts, build a foundation!
The second shopkeeper of Chiyue Tower turned out to be a strong foundation builder.

A master of foundation building, with a lifespan of at least three hundred years, a body of great cultivation and strength, already at the level of an elder in an ordinary small sect.

Only a big sect like the Yunlan Dao Sect can let the masters of foundation building be sent out to do things.

"Master Zhang, take a look and see if these are the supplies you want."

Xu Zhaonian handed Zhang Li a storage bag.

After receiving the storage bag, Zhang Li carefully inserted the aura into it.

Spiritual Qi detection is not as detailed as Divine Sense, but it is not much worse.

The storage bag has a total of ten squares, and it is already full of supplies at this time.

Bundles of blank talisman papers, low-level talismans of various attributes, and small jade bottles filled with low-level pills, marrow washing pills, and qi condensing pills...

Those piles of weapons are all semi-dharma weapons, or mortal weapons, which are the kind of weapons that have been hammered and honed, with one or two runes engraved on them.

This kind of mortal weapon can arouse the power of runes when inspired by aura, or it can be unparalleled in sharpness, or it can attract the power of water and fire, which is quite magical.

But these mortal weapons can only be used in the early and middle stages of Qi training, and in the later stage of qi training, flying into the sky and escaping from the ground, with muscles and bones as strong as steel, these mortal weapons can basically not be hurt.

Of course, in the late stage of Qi training, one can always have a genuine magic weapon for body protection.

After all, a low-grade magic weapon is only a thousand spirit stones.

In the late stage of Qi training, he is already an elite or deacon disciple in the sect, and a thousand spirit stones are equivalent to about three to five years of salary.

Most of the disciples in the late stage of Qi training are already considering buying a medium-grade magic weapon worth thousands of spirit stones, or a top-grade magic weapon worth tens of thousands of spirit stones.

Only such treasures can truly enhance their combat power.

Zhang Li inspected the storage bags, and calculated that the market price of these items has exceeded [-] spirit stones.

He nodded, and handed the chalcedony bead that he just took out to Xu Zhaonian.

Xu Zhaonian took it with a smile, and handed a storage bag to Zhang Li.

The space in this storage bag is still ten squares, but it contains an armored chariot, several array disks and several other large items.

These are quite valuable items, placed separately.

Everything is ready.

Zhang Li was overjoyed.

Although these things cost nearly [-] spirit stones, they are worth the money.

Most of these things are for self-cultivation, and there are some worthless ones that are used to buy people's hearts in preparation for the mortal world.

It is worth the effort to protect yourself and practice with peace of mind.

Money is something outside the body, and only cultivation is the foundation of oneself.

In the land of the couple of wealth and law, spiritual stones are not enough for practice, and other things are also indispensable.

"Mr. Zhang, you are not an outsider. Chiyuelou will give you a [-]% discount on these supplies."

Xu Zhaonian handed over the last storage bag in his hand, and said in a low voice: "These are all that you can use, and they are a little bit of my heart from Chiyuelou."

With a [-]% discount, there will be at least [-] spirit stones left.

Is this storage bag filled with treasures worth [-] spirit stones, or is it suitable for me?
Take kickbacks.

For a moment, Zhang Li thought of the most hated behavior in his previous life.

Well, look at it now, it's pretty good.

After receiving the storage bag, spiritual energy penetrated, and Zhang Li smiled.

In Shifang's storage bag, there are two blue-gray long swords, one high-grade magic weapon, and one middle-grade magic weapon.

All other armors, long and short weapons are all magic weapon level.

There are also a few bottles of elixir, which are full of spiritual light, and a stack of talismans, which are obviously high-end products.

There are [-] spirit stones in this storage bag.

A little expensive, a little hot.

But if you don't take it, you don't take it for nothing.

Anyway, I'm going to guard the mundane world for 300 years, after 300 years, let's talk about it.

"Shopkeeper Xu, Brother Xu, you have a heart." Zhang Li showed gratitude on his face.

Xu Zhaonian laughed, and stretched out his hand to hold Zhang Li's arm: "Young master Zhang, brother Zhang, remember to come and see brother when you return to the sect."

Well, wait 300 years.

Zhang Li smiled and nodded.

Seeing that Zhang Li emptied the two storage bags in front of him, and put them all in his storage bag in Baifang Space, then Shi Shiran walked downstairs, Xu Zhaonian and the big man behind him smiled at each other.

Sure enough, this young master lost a lot of vigilance, and the storage bags worth [-] spirit stones were all revealed in front of them.

Looking at it this way, not only will the big order be won today, but a hardcore customer will not be able to escape in the future.

Opening a commercial bank is the real profit.

Xu was in a good mood, when Xu Zhaonian sent Zhang Li away, he even forgot to return those two storage bags worth thousands of spirit stones.

Of course, it was more likely that he was too embarrassed to ask for it.

Just treat it as an investment.

Zhang Li left Chiyue Tower, walked around a few times, and then stepped into a commercial firm.

He didn't leave quietly until he spent more than 30 spirit stones to fill up his storage bag of [-] square meters.

For the next 300 years, he will not set foot here.

Instead of going back to his small courtyard, he quietly went to the Foreign Affairs Hall in charge of the Zongmen mission exchange.

It was already afternoon, and there were not many people in the foreign affairs hall.

Taking out a blue-gray identity token, he was silent for a moment, and handed it to the front window: "Help me see how many mission merit points are left."

Reached out from behind the window sill, took the token, and handed it out after a while: "Inner disciple Du Jiang, Zongmen task merit points 32, do you want to exchange them for 320 spirit stones?"

Zhang Li shook his head, handed over a storage bag, and said softly: "No, help me exchange these spirit stones for mission merit points."

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