Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

The Ginseng King Conference held by the three major families in Jiangning will naturally not be held deep in the dangerous mountains, but on a majestic mountain peak outside the mountains and close to the town.

When Yang Qian looked at the top of the mountain from the air, he saw a large area of ​​gorgeous and unusually beautiful towers and palaces appearing on the top of the mountain, and his eyes flickered a few times.

Yang Gan could tell at a glance that these buildings were new and unusual, and they were clearly built recently, and he couldn't help but look thoughtful on his face.

"Senior! Here we are, this is the venue for this conference! All the monks in the foundation building stage who are present at the conference will be assigned separate rooms. And the seniors who have formed the core and above will have a separate attic to ensure that all the seniors have a good time. Resting place." The tall young man pointed at the buildings below and introduced them somewhat flatteringly.

Yang Gan nodded and didn't say much, but when he recalled the records in the original work, his mind moved, and his consciousness quietly released, and he scanned the carefully hidden place in this place, and raised his brows slightly inadvertently. Sure enough, there was a monk who was suspected to be in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

He just didn't know whether it was the monks who came to participate in this meeting, the old Yuanying monster from the three families, or the person he had guessed in his heart.

Although the strength of ordinary Nascent Soul monks is not important in Yang Qian's eyes, he knows that the overall strength of the Great Jin Immortal Realm cannot be underestimated, far beyond other regions in the human world.

Among the Immortal Cultivation Clan in Tiannan, those who can reach the middle and late stage of Pill Formation are very rare. They can be regarded as the first family in a country. However, in this land of Jin Dynasty, it is not unusual for Nascent Soul cultivators to appear among Immortal Cultivation families. It is difficult for monks in the late stage of pill formation to support a big family.

Monks in the Nascent Soul Stage are undoubtedly out of reach for the Tiannan Immortal Cultivation Family, and they cannot support such a powerful being.

However, in this land of the Great Jin Dynasty, Yuanying monks are part of the strength of the top-level monk families, otherwise they would not be able to enter the circle of real monk families.

Just as Yang Qian was thinking secretly, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

He had just keenly noticed that there seemed to be a hint of corpse aura hidden in the aura of the mid-stage Nascent Soul monk.

Although this corpse aura was very slight and was concealed very cleverly, Yang Qian's spiritual consciousness was far superior to that of the other party. Even though the other party had good intentions, he still noticed it.

You must know that the Confucian family originated from the Tiansheng Sect, a famous Confucian sect, and has been protected by the sect for a long time.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for them to practice demonic techniques related to corpse energy.

Therefore, the identity of this mid-stage Nascent Soul monk is self-evident!
He is the Ten Thousand Years Corpse King—King Xuan Ye!

This ancient emperor from ten thousand years ago was famous for his ferocity. After his death, he became the Ten Thousand Years Corpse King. He practiced the "Styx Heavenly Corpse Art" and became proficient in the earth escape technique.

Yang Gan certainly remembered it clearly.

In order to break through the bottleneck, this ten-thousand-year-old corpse king needs the souls of a large number of monks.

Calculate carefully according to the timeline of the original work.

A few years ago, King Xuanye should have adopted the advice of Tianfeng Zhenjun, one of the two demons of Fangjian Mountain, in an attempt to control the Guanning family, killed the ancestors of the Kong family and the senior monks of the Feng family, and asked his subordinate General Ge to pretend to be the ancestor of the Kong family. , instigating the Zhao and Dong families to destroy the Feng family.

Until several years later, not long after the Gathering of Kings, King Xuan Ye came out of the tomb to destroy the Zhao and Dong families. Unexpectedly, True Lord Tianfeng secretly informed the two of them in order to plot the Sky Corpse Pearl. The sect behind the family sent high-level monks, and King Xuan Ye would be injured by Mr. Song Da of Taiyang Sect who had been well prepared with the Zhiyang Ruler.

On the way back to the ancient tomb, he fell into the Yellow Sand Formation and was besieged by Tianfeng Zhenjun and three other people. Joining forces with Han Li, who happened to be trapped, Han Li killed the monk surnamed Yin among them, frightened away the two demons, and King Xuan Ye was forced to Give him a Heavenly Corpse Bead as a thank you.

Later, General Ge was killed by the Zhao and Dong families. King Xuan Ye was so angry that he raised the ancient tomb out of the ground, released thousands of corpse guards, set up the underworld ghost formation, and fought out of the mountains, alerting the nearby late Yuanying monks and taking action to kill him. Expelled back to the Snow Ridge Mountains
The corners of Yang Gan's mouth curled up slightly, silently recalling the past about King Xuan Ye in the original work.

And he himself followed the two monks and landed at the door of the manor.

Inside the gate, four blue-robed monks immediately came out.

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Almost at the same time, in a secret room more than 20 feet below the ground, the lid of a dark coffin suddenly moved, and then a hand as white as jade stretched out from the gap and gently lifted the lid. With a push, a man with a jade crown and yellow robe suddenly sat up from inside.

This man was in his thirties, with a strange appearance, and a look of surprise on his face.

It is the ancient corpse king who has lived for ten thousand years - King Xuan Ye!

"What's going on? I suddenly felt frightened. Could someone be spying on me?"

King Xuan Ye murmured to himself. After a moment of hesitation, he carefully released his consciousness and searched the entire mountain top and bottom, especially the many monks in the courtyard, who were extremely careful.

But after a while, he found nothing. He didn't see any other Nascent Soul stage monks, and he frowned in deep thought.

"Maybe it's just some old immortal passing by here to check it out occasionally. With this black jade coffin concealing my corpse aura, it shouldn't arouse the other party's suspicion." King Xuan Ye, wearing the crown, said to himself, although he was a little uneasy. , but thinking that I am in the ancient tomb, even if I am facing a great monk in the late stage of Nascent Soul, I will not be left behind. I should be safe and worry-free.

So, he walked back into the coffin again, the lid closed again on its own, and calm returned to the secret room.

on the ground.

Under the guidance of the blue-robed monks, Yang Qian stepped into the huge square located in the center of the manor.

The square was crowded with people, and five to six hundred monks were densely distributed. They were wearing various costumes, chatting in low voices, or busy with transactions.

The square is cleverly divided into several areas, and a group of monks gather in each area, forming a busy and orderly picture.

There are many stalls all around, some placed on the table and some spread directly on the ground. The dazzling array of products shines attractively in the sun.

Many boys and girls in the Qi refining stage looked around in surprise, obviously it was their first time to participate in such a grand event.

Yang Gan smiled slightly. This scene reminded him of the low-level monk trade fairs he participated in when he first entered the world of immortality.

At that time, I was also so energetic, full of curiosity and expectations.

Now that I think about it, it’s really emotional.

However, Yang Gan quickly turned his attention to the huge white tent in the center of the square.

The tent exuded a faint spiritual light and was obviously a magic weapon.

The entrance to the tent was bustling with people coming and going.

Yang Gan paused for a moment, looked around, and noticed that there were two bluestone palaces on the left and right sides of the square.

Although there are monks active in the hall, the number of people seems much sparse in comparison. Some monks were lingering at the entrance of the hall, seeming to be looking for something, or discussing something in low voices with their companions.

Yang Qian scanned with his spiritual consciousness and found that except for some low-level disciples from the three families, the rest were monks above the foundation building stage.

He even sensed the auras of more than a dozen monks in the alchemy stage.

Such a scale is quite rare even among the big sects in the Tiannan area.

And this is just a trade fair held by some local aristocratic families in Dajin.

He secretly sighed in his heart that the Great Jin Immortal Cultivation Holy Land was indeed well-deserved. Even if it could not be compared with the cities in the spirit world, the number and quality of the monks far exceeded those of Tiannan, Luan Xinghai and other places.

Before entering the square, Yang Gan had already learned about the arrangements for the trade fair from the disciples he was hosting.

The morning is free trading time, and the afternoon is the auction.

If there are rare materials or magical artifacts, they can be submitted to the auction house for auction in advance.

The scheduled trade fair is for three days, and today happens to be the second day.

The final auction item three days later was the legendary Millennium Ginseng King.

I'm afraid those monks in the elixir-forming stage are all here for it.

After Yang Gan took a few glances, he walked into the square.

He was a newly joined Foundation Establishment Stage monk. Although his face was relatively unfamiliar, he did not attract many people's attention.

As soon as he entered it, Yang Qian immediately transformed into an ordinary monk.

As expected, there was nothing to see in the surrounding stalls.

Maybe some of it is indeed attractive to those in the foundation building stage and the core forming stage, but for Yang Gan, who has dealt with countless rare materials, he is naturally not very interested.

The only stalls that could make Yang Qian stop were those selling weird magical weapons and materials.

However, there were not many such things, and after Yang Qian carefully identified them, he could only recognize a few of them.

Although the remaining ones have never been seen before, they have little research value. They are just ordinary objects in the Jin Dynasty.

After Yang Qian spent a lot of time shopping around, he found nothing. The person he was thinking about did not appear.

Just as he was about to walk towards the white tent in the center to take a look at the items sold by the sect, Yang Qian suddenly had a look on his face, a light flashed in his eyes, and he turned around immediately.

Two feet behind Yang Gan, an old man with sharp ears and monkey cheeks stood quietly. His cultivation was in the early stage of foundation building, and he was looking at Yang Gan with a bit of amazement.

Yang Gan remained calm on the surface, but he said coldly: "Fellow Taoist, you seem to have been with me for a long time. Do we have old acquaintances?"

But there was a burst of joy in his heart, finally waiting for this person.

"Don't get me wrong, fellow Taoist. I, Jin Yuan, don't mean to do anything bad to fellow Taoist, I'm just a little curious. It's the first time for this little old man to meet fellow Taoist, but when I see that fellow Taoist seems to know all kinds of things, I really admire him. Extremely!" The old man surnamed Jin smiled awkwardly, but then explained calmly.

Yang Gan's face was expressionless and indifferent, and he said calmly: "Oh? I didn't expect fellow Taoist to be a thoughtful person. However, after following me for so long, you can't just want to tell me this."

"Haha! It seems that Taoist friend is also a sensible person! In fact, apart from curiosity, the little old man actually has something to ask for." The old man surnamed Jin said with a dry laugh.

Yang Qian raised his eyebrows, crossed his shoulders with his hands, and said, "What's the matter? But it doesn't matter."

"Jin has an exotic treasure here. I have been unable to determine its use and origin, and I want fellow Taoists to identify it. Of course, if fellow Taoists know the goods, there is no harm in selling it to fellow Taoists. Presumably, with the Taoist friends' wealth, they will definitely buy it. Take this treasure!" The old man surnamed Jin looked at the spirit beast bag and storage bag on Yang Gan's waist and said with a smile with his eyes narrowed.

"Exotic treasure?" Yang Qian's heart moved, but his face remained calm, secretly saying that he finally took the bait. Although the storage bag on his waist was a decoy that he deliberately exposed, the real treasure was still hidden in his storage ring.

But Yang Qian frowned on the surface, and his eyes hovered over the old man named Jin for a while, as if he was weighing the pros and cons.

"Okay. Since my fellow Taoist has been following me for so long, it seems that he is sincere. It doesn't hurt to come and have a look. Let's find a remote place to talk. It just so happens that I have something to say, and I want to find someone to understand. ." Yang Qian nodded and suddenly pointed to a side hall next to him.

The old man surnamed Jin was stunned when he heard this, and said hesitantly: "The side hall? It requires the Tianji House to be used. I don't have such luxury, I'm afraid it's not suitable."

"It doesn't matter, Tianji House happens to have one below. Yang just hopes that fellow Taoist's rare treasure will not disappoint me too much." Yang Gan stared at the old man surnamed Jin with a half-smile but not a smile, and said leisurely.

After the words fell, Yang Qian ignored the old man's surprise and went straight to the secret room of the side hall.

Upon seeing this, the old man surnamed Jin gritted his teeth and followed closely.

After entering the secret room, Yang Qian turned his hand and took it out, and a miniature stone house a few inches in size instantly appeared in his palm.

Secret house.

It is specially sold by Tianji Pavilion to casual cultivators and high-level cultivators who often travel long distances.

"Tianji House?" The old man surnamed Jin's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered some treasure, "I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Yang would have such a strange thing hidden in his hands!"

Yang Qian smiled slightly and explained calmly:

"This is just the lowest level Tianji House. It only has the function of zooming in and out, and has no other effects. It's a bit reluctant to call it a magic weapon. I still got a bargain with this one, and I got more than a hundred spiritual stones. It has no other purpose than soundproofing and prying eyes.”

"More than a hundred spirit stones! It is indeed rare to see a monk like Fellow Daoist Yang who is willing to spend so many spirit stones just to buy a seemingly flashy Tianji House. What's more, the high-level Tianji House not only comes with a prohibition circle, The shape can be customized at will, but the price is as high as tens of thousands of spirit stones. For us foundation-building monks, we can only look up." The old man surnamed Jin smiled bitterly and shook his head.

But he was extremely excited. As a result, the rare treasure in his hand might be sold for a high price.

Yang Qian nodded with deep sympathy, and then changed the subject:
"Fellow Daoist Jin is right. I hope you and I can buy a high-end Tianji House to use in the future. Only then will we be truly free and at ease." (End of Chapter)