Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

The last "Qionglai Mountain" is where the Jade Bone Demon's secret residence is located. Naturally, he will not miss such a good opportunity, but he just needs to give a more appropriate reason.

As for the reason, Yang Qian had already thought of it.

The fair-skinned woman tactfully stood back immediately, but she couldn't help but look at Yang Qian a few more times.

The man in front of her looked to be in his twenties, but he was actually a Jindan cultivator. Although she had seen many Jindan cultivators in Yuque Pavilion, she still couldn't help but feel curious about the young man in front of her.

Suddenly, a fat man dressed as a clerk who was sitting there strode forward, raised his hand and took out a brocade box and a green jade pendant, and respectfully held them in front of the purple-robed man, then said:

"Not long ago, I received a 4,000-year-old silver fairy mushroom. Senior, please see if I am qualified to choose a spiritual place."

"The Silver Fairy Ganoderma has been matured for four thousand years. It is not easy to make. Let me take a look first." The purple-robed man said without comment. He raised his hand to take the jade pendant and brocade box at the same time and opened the lid of the box.

As soon as the lid was opened, a faint silver light emerged from the box, along with a refreshing herbal fragrance.

Even someone like Yang Qian, who had seen countless spiritual medicines, had to admit that this was indeed an extremely rare spiritual medicine once he smelled the fragrance of this medicine.

"Well, four thousand years seems to be short of a few hundred years of maturity, but it's almost there. This time, you are qualified." The purple-robed man stared at the elixir in the brocade box for a long time before revealing a reluctant look.

The fat man secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard what the big man said. He thanked him with a smile on his face and used his jade pendant to mark the light spot with the floating number "four".

Suddenly, the original word "four" suddenly turned into "five" after a streak of black hair disappeared.

This person also took a fancy to this best spiritual place, Cuilong Mountain, and planned to take a gamble.

Seeing that the fat man had chosen this place, the faces of the other monks sitting nearby all changed drastically.

Those who had the same idea immediately gave up their original plan.

Because the fat man is a cultivator in the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, in terms of cultivation alone, he is definitely superior to any other cultivator present.

After the fat man made his choice, he leisurely returned to his seat, as if he wanted to look at other options.

But because of his choice, the remaining cultivators finally made a decision. Two more of them went out and chose two spiritual places respectively in the less attractive Tianyun Mountain. One of them had people in it, but the other was originally empty.

After the two of them made their choice, they immediately left and went downstairs.

The remaining monks all frowned, obviously they had not made up their minds yet.

At this time, Yang Qian suddenly stood up from his seat and walked towards the man in purple robe.

The other monks were slightly stunned.

After all, Yang Qian had just arrived, and he had chosen the target so quickly, which naturally surprised them a little.

Yang Qian gently flicked his hand on the storage bracelet, and a pale white jade box appeared in his hand. Smiling, he handed it to the purple-robed man along with his jade pendant.

The purple-robed man did not immediately take the jade box. After glancing at Yang Qian, he said calmly:

"I heard that a new cultivator named Yang came to the city. With his initial stage of Spiritualization, he stood out in the selection of Qingming Guards. Could it be you?"

"Senior is really well-informed. It's me." Yang Qian felt a little startled in his heart, but replied without any expression.

"In this case, Brother Yang should be choosing a cave dwelling for the first time. In this case, there is no need to pay any offerings and you can directly choose a spiritual place." The purple-robed man rarely smiled at Yang Qian.

"Thank you for your guidance, senior!" Yang Qian was stunned for a moment, but immediately put the jade box away with a smile.

Although Yang Qian knew the rule, it would be a bit against the rules if he did not express his opinion when facing a Void Refinement Stage being. As for whether to accept it or not, that was up to the other party.

Since the purple-robed man refused to accept it, Yang Qian was happy to save the spirit stones.

Although, this amount of spirit stones is nothing to Yang Qian.

Upon hearing that Yang Qian had become a Qingming Guard with his initial level of cultivation, the other cultivators all looked at Yang Qian in shock, with a hint of strangeness in their eyes.

Possessing such magical powers, he is indeed an extraordinary existence in Tianyuan City. Even an ascended cultivator with the same level of cultivation may not be able to do it.

The purple-robed man finished checking Yang Qian's jade pendant in a blink of an eye, nodded and returned it to him.

Yang Qian did not hesitate at all. He touched the screen with his fingertips, a piece of spiritual land without any trace left, and then slowly shook the jade pendant in his hand.

In an instant, a ray of purple light flashed through the void like a spirit snake emerging from a cave, and a clear "one" slowly emerged, revealing an unquestionable firmness in the silence.

Those who were paying attention to Yang Qian's actions became agitated when they saw clearly the target he had chosen.

It turned out that the place Yang Qian chose was a corner of the Qionglai Mountain, which was famous for its scarce spiritual energy, an almost forgotten spiritual place.

Considering Yang Qian's cultivation level at the initial stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, it was not surprising that he chose this mountain range.

However, the other spiritual places in this mountain range were clearly deserted, but Yang Qian chose the most inconspicuous place with the thinnest spiritual energy.

This move naturally attracted everyone's attention and they secretly speculated in their hearts.

The only advantage of this spiritual land is that in order to make up for the lack of spiritual energy in the spiritual land, the spiritual scope it covers is really large. The area of ​​20,000 miles in radius is many times more than other spiritual lands in the same mountain range.

However, everyone knows that the concentration of spiritual energy is the gold standard for measuring the value of spiritual land. No matter how wide the range is, without abundant spiritual energy nourishment, spiritual medicine will be difficult to produce and spiritual minerals will be scarce.

As for cultivation, it is naturally even more disadvantageous.

Seeing this, the purple-robed man also frowned, his eyes wandering between the screen and the calm and composed Yang Qian. Finally, he couldn't help but speak: "Are you sure you want to build a cave here? You must know that once you choose it, you cannot change it easily within a hundred years." There was confusion and a bit of warning in his words.

Upon hearing this, Yang Qian's face was calm, and his tone was a bit humble and calm as a newcomer:

"Senior, I have just entered Tianyuan City. I just want a place to settle down and have no intention of competing with others. Although this place is not conspicuous, it is quiet and undisturbed, which is exactly what I want."

These words were neither humble nor arrogant, and were irrefutable, fully demonstrating his deep understanding of the world and his indifference to fame and fortune.

There is absolutely nothing to fault with it.

"Since you think so, it's up to you. Anyway, once the mark is made, no one can change it." After hearing what Yang Qian said, the purple-robed man looked at Yang Qian with a strange look on his face, then waved his hand and said, his voice returned to its original lazy tone.

Yang Qian didn't care, he just clasped his fists and went back to his seat, planning to watch for a while.

Another monk stood up and was about to walk towards the purple-robed man to choose the spiritual silk.
But at this moment, there was a sound of walking up the stairs, and a person went directly to the second floor without a maid leading the way.

When the cultivators on the second floor saw this person, they were all shocked and their faces changed. Only the fat man with the highest cultivation level greeted him with bright eyes:
"So it's Brother Daoist Weng. How come you're also interested in fighting for the spiritual land this time?"

The person who went upstairs was actually a man wearing a blue robe and a forehead band. His eyebrows were drooping and his eyes were flashing coldly, giving people an extremely ferocious feeling.

"Hehe, since Brother Jin can come to exchange for the cave, naturally I, Weng, can come as well." The man with raised eyebrows glanced at the fat man and said with a faint smile.

This man was a cultivator in the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, but when facing the fat man in the late stage, he treated him as an equal. This made Yang Qian's heart move, and he couldn't help but look at this man twice more.

After all, when one's cultivation reaches their level, each level of improvement represents a huge gap in strength. Of course, people like him who possess spiritual treasures and have cultivated heaven-defying magical powers such as Soul Devouring Heavenly Fire and Magnetic Divine Light are naturally exceptions among exceptions.

The blue-robed man's attitude towards a late-stage monk seems to indicate that he must have something to rely on.

"Could it be this guy? Hehe, it's really a coincidence, that's good." Yang Qian lowered his eyes slightly, sneering in his heart.

The fat man stroked his round chin gently, his eyes flashing with confusion and amusement, and said with a smile: "Brother Weng, what you said is wrong. The cave you live in now is a top spiritual place, gathering the essence of heaven and earth. Why do you need to look for another place? Could it be that you think the spiritual energy here is too rich and it becomes a burden?"

"Haha, brother, you don't know, I want to study a new secret technique recently. This technique does not have strict requirements on the concentration of spiritual energy, but it is extremely picky about the practice space. It must be practiced in a vast place to avoid complications during the practice. Therefore, I have to find another place temporarily. It's just a stopgap measure." The blue-robed man heard this, a mysterious smile on his face, and said vaguely.

"So that's it!" The fat man surnamed Jin's face was full of enlightenment, but whether he really believed it, only God knew.

Yang Qian listened quietly to the conversation between the two. His eyes moved slightly, a strange look flashed across them, and then he returned to his indifferent look.

The blue-robed man took a few steps towards the purple-robed man, stood in front of him with his hands clasped together, and then greeted him respectfully:

"Greetings to Uncle Jiao. My master asked me to say hello to Uncle Jiao."

"Greetings? Humph! With Old Monster Ming's bad temper, he would never say that. But your master has already escaped six major heavenly tribulations. I'm afraid he got away with the seventh one." The purple-robed man said with a sneer.

Upon hearing what the purple-robed man said, a hint of embarrassment flashed across the man's face, but he immediately replied honestly:
"My master has indeed been in seclusion in the cave for two hundred years, preparing to refine a spiritual treasure to resist the next heavenly calamity."

"Spiritual treasure! It seems that your master is lucky. The last spiritual treasure was destroyed in the attempt to resist the heavenly calamity, but he has gathered enough materials to refine another one so quickly. In this case, your master is not without a chance to survive the next heavenly calamity. Well, this time I will be in charge of the current duties, so I should not say more. You should quickly choose your spiritual place." The purple-robed man suddenly frowned and was unwilling to say more.

"Yes, sir!" the man with raised eyebrows said yes, and then he glanced at the map on the screen. When his eyes fell on a number that had appeared, his face suddenly darkened.

"Qionglai Mountain is such a remote and spiritual place, how could someone choose it. Brother Jin, you were here just now, do you know who chose this spiritual place?" The man surnamed Weng did not dare to ask the big man in purple robe anything, but suddenly turned around and asked the fat man surnamed Jin, and at the same time, he pointed at the empty space behind the screen with one hand, and suddenly a misty white light fell somewhere on it.

When the fat man saw where the light spot fell, a strange expression suddenly appeared on his face, and he subconsciously looked towards Yang Qian.

Seeing Fatty Jin's expression, the man in blue robe understood what was going on. He immediately turned around slowly and looked Yang Qian up and down carefully.

"It was you who chose this spiritual land!" When this person saw that Yang Qian's cultivation was only at the initial stage, a hint of pride appeared on his face and his voice was cold.

"Fellow Daoist, you also like this place." Yang Qian was silent for a moment before replying calmly.

"Hmph, for the secret technique I practice, only that sacred land is the most suitable for me. If you know what's good for you, you'll give up this place on your own initiative. Otherwise, if a fight breaks out, I, Weng, will not show mercy." The man with raised eyebrows said grimly, his threat clearly revealed.

When Yang Qian heard this, his eyelids trembled slightly, and a hint of faint blue flashed across his eyes. His gaze was as fast as lightning, quickly sweeping across the people around him.

The purple-robed man was leisurely and contented, sitting as steady as a mountain, with his eyes lowered, as if he was oblivious to what was happening in front of him, and it was obvious that he had no intention of intervening.

The other cultivators were watching Yang Qian's movements with a subtle look of gloating, and the atmosphere was subtle and complicated.

Seeing this scene, Yang Qian couldn't help sneering in his heart, but instead turned to look at the big man in purple robe.

Yang Qian sneered in his heart, but he remained calm on the surface. Instead, he fixed his eyes on the purple-robed man and spoke in a calm and firm tone:
"Senior, if I give up the choice of the spiritual land this time, will there be another opportunity in the future to choose another blessed land?"

The purple-robed man had an indifferent expression, and his voice was without any emotion: "No! Spiritual land is scarce, and everyone has the right to fight for it once. Once you miss it, you can only wait a hundred years before you have a chance to fight for the vacant spiritual land again."

The strictness of the rules was evident in his words, leaving no room for maneuver.

Upon hearing this, Yang Qian nodded slightly, as if he understood.

At this time, the man with raised eyebrows sneered and said in a sarcastic tone:
"Waiting for a hundred years is better than regressing one's cultivation and becoming a laughing stock. If fellow Daoist doesn't listen to my advice, hehe..." The implication of his words is self-evident.

A hint of sharpness flashed across Yang Qian's brows. Instead of being angry, his smile deepened. It was a smile that was indifferent yet sharp.

"I appreciate your kindness. However, I think that finding a place to practice cultivation depends on one's own ability. Perhaps, Brother Weng should consider finding another way. After all, no one can predict the changes in the next moment on the road of cultivation. If I accidentally fail..."

Having said this, Yang Qian paused deliberately, leaving something unsaid. Even the most dull person could feel the tit-for-tat meaning clearly.

Everyone's faces suddenly became extremely strange, and they were completely stunned. (End of this chapter)