Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

The Taoist priest named Nanqizi smiled calmly and walked into the room without hesitation.

On the other hand, Mr. Fu just sighed helplessly and slowly walked into the room.

At this moment, night had already fallen silently in the sky outside, but the convoy continued to speed forward without stopping.

It seems that even a short break is a luxury.

"You must be the mysterious person that Captain Zhang mentioned."

The Taoist priest asked softly in a nonchalant tone. After coming in, his eyes just swept across the room and fell on Yan Yun.

"It is me. Respected Taoist priest, you must have been asked by Brother Zhang to come and check on my condition, right?"

"But please forgive me. I firmly believe that as long as I rest peacefully for a few months, I will recover."

"I am suffering from this illness. I am afraid that even if you spend more effort, it will be in vain."

Yan Yun responded in a calm tone.

“Haha, since you have already refined the Vajra Sutra to the third level, your magical powers are actually not much different from mine.”

"However, the way of cultivating immortals is slightly different from your body-cultivation sect. Perhaps I can really make some achievements. In this way, you may be able to recover without having to stay in bed for several months."

Nan Qizi was not angry because Yan Yun refused to treat him. Instead, he comforted him in a calm tone.

When Yan Yun heard this, a hint of surprise flashed across his brows.

Although his spiritual consciousness could not escape from the shell, he was unable to accurately estimate the opponent's true strength.

However, from the subtle perception at close range, he could still vaguely judge that the Taoist in front of him was most likely a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

In the human world, almost every cultivator who embarks on the path of cultivation regards mortals as ants. Even cultivators in the Qi Refining stage tend to be indifferent to interacting with mortals.

However, in the spiritual world, Yan Yun was indeed quite uncomfortable and even felt a little strange that this Taoist priest in the Foundation Establishment Stage could talk to a mortal in such a humble manner.

It seems that just as the Tianlan Beast's clone once mentioned, the mortal forces in the spiritual world should not be underestimated.

Even monks need to be considerate of their presence and not offend them lightly.

Thinking about this, Yan Yun smiled faintly and responded politely:
"Since the Taoist priest is so frank, then I beg you to take the trouble to go there."

When Yan Yun accepted Nan Qizi's invitation for help, the former smiled with relief.

Then, he raised his hand, inadvertently revealing a round bracelet with a faint green light on his wrist.

Then he gently touched the corner of the bracelet, and suddenly a bright yellow bronze mirror appeared in his palm.

Yan Yun's heart trembled when he observed this scene.

It turns out that this is an extremely advanced storage device, far superior to ordinary storage bags.

Seeing this, Yan Yun couldn't help but marvel at the magic and power of nature.

Before this, he even doubted whether he had ever witnessed such a miraculous change with his own eyes.

This kind of storage device had already become a widely used tool among spiritual world cultivators as early as the Qi Refining Stage. It seemed that the identity of the Taoist in front of him during the Foundation Establishment Stage was indeed extraordinary.

Ordinary storage bags no longer play a necessary role for most monks in the spiritual world.

When his Nascent Soul was dissipating that day, the two Immortal-Destroying Thunders that could seize the fortune of heaven and earth were secretly taken away and carried with him, hidden on his body.

All other precious items were put into storage bags and buried together with the bags of several other spirit beasts in a mysterious place more than ten feet deep from the surface.

Out of cautious and thorough considerations, he also specifically ordered the gold-eating insects, six-winged frost centipedes, and weeping souls that followed him to do their respective duties, hold their positions, and ensure the safety of the storage bag.

At this moment, he has lost all his magic power, and the treasure that was once extremely powerful is now useless. Keeping it with him may even become the fuse that brings about his own death.

Therefore, just wait until you recover your cultivation and then try to take back these precious treasures.

In this vast and desolate desert, even if there are spiritual insects stationed in it, no other unexpected situations will occur.

As for the mysterious green bottle full of strangeness, after careful consideration, he decided to carry it with him and was unwilling to give it up easily.

This seemingly ordinary little bottle would probably be regarded as just an ordinary thing even if others noticed something unusual about it.

Yan Yun, whose mind was racing, did not realize that Nan Qizi noticed the change in his expression, nor did he understand that the seemingly young Yan Yun was actually a superb cultivator at the Spirit Transformation stage.

Nanqizi in front of him just asked a few questions casually, and then shook the mirror in his hand at Yan Yun.

However, along with the strong green light emitted by the mirror, half of Yan Yun's body was instantly shrouded in the light.

Nan Qizi slowly closed his eyes, as if he was searching for something specific through the artifact in his hand.

After a moment, a look of astonishment appeared on the face of this Foundation Establishment cultivator.

He paused for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes and looked at Yan Yun carefully with a look of surprise.

"It seems that the Taoist priest has already observed some clues, right?"

Yan Yun asked calmly.

"Please take good care of your own health. Nearly half of the meridians in your body have been damaged."

"Either the spiritual energy infusion during cultivation is insufficient, or the auxiliary body-refining pills are insufficient."

"Our human bodies are not as naturally strong as those of demons and monster beasts. If we are even slightly careless during the training process, our bodies may disintegrate on their own."

"Fortunately, Donor Yan realized this in time. The damage to the meridians is not serious and is still in the process of self-repair."

"However, this kind of injury is extremely difficult to heal. Although I don't have the corresponding healing elixir, I am willing to write a few Qingxin Talismans for you, so as to relieve the pain in your body."

Nanqizi sighed and said with a wry smile.

"Then I'll trouble you, Taoist priest!" Yan Yun smiled slightly and responded with gratitude in his mouth.

"Haha! Since Immortal Master Nanqizi has already checked Brother Yan's injuries, it doesn't really matter whether I check or not."

"But now that we are here, we should go through the necessary diagnostic process. Otherwise, we won't be able to explain this to Young Master Zhang when we return."

The old man in white robe spoke calmly.

"Donor Fu is really too modest. The Xuantian Nine Dragons Golden Needle Technique passed down by Brother Fu's ancestors has saved countless lives and even benefited many fellow immortal cultivators."

"I have heard of Brother Fu's name a long time ago."

Nanqizi bowed respectfully to the old man.

"I am just a poor disciple of the Fu family. I know nothing about the Xuantian Golden Needle Technique. The Taoist priest really overestimates me."

The old man in white robe shook his head repeatedly to deny. Nan Qizi couldn't help but laugh, then stepped aside.

The old man in white robe stepped forward and walked straight to Yan Yun's side.

He stretched out his hand and grasped one of Yan Yun's wrists, and at the same time he gently waved his other hand. Suddenly, there were bursts of sounds of breaking through the air, and several golden threads flashed out like lightning.

Several strange noises were heard in his ears, and then several thin golden needles appeared on Yan Yun's body.

Only the tips of these needles were partially exposed, and most of them were completely immersed in his muscles.

Yan Yun, who was originally unable to struggle, suddenly became energetic and sat up directly.

However, his body remained stiff, standing there like a piece of wood sculpture.

"Liu'er, go find something and try to cushion his back so that he can sit comfortably."

The old man calmly instructed the girl in blue.

"As you command, Master Fu! Xiang'er, go get us a set of bedding and prepare a soft cushion for Master Yan."

The girl in blue nodded obediently and turned to instruct her companions.

The girl in green clothes named Xiang'er was stunned when she heard this, and seemed to have encountered some difficulties, but she finally agreed and walked out of the carriage.

Taking this opportunity, the old man in white robe simply sat next to Yan Yun, taking Yan Yun's pulse while shaking his head with half-closed eyes.

Yan Yun stared at the old man in front of him and remained silent.

After careful perception, he realized that an extremely tiny breath was rapidly spreading around his body, which was clearly visible and difficult to capture.

If you have not cultivated yourself well and are not fully aware of your own condition, it would be difficult to discover such changes.

The elderly man seemed to notice Yan Yun's gaze, and suddenly turned his eyes to him, just in time to see a meaningful smile appear on Yan Yun's lips.

My heart was inexplicably shocked and I couldn't help but look over.

At this moment, a girl named Xiang'er had just brought back a soft silk quilt. After returning to the car, she immediately spread out the quilt according to the old man's instructions and placed it on Yan Yun's back.

Yan Yun lay leisurely on the soft bed, smelled an enchanting fragrance, and expressed gratitude to Xiang'er.

However, the girl in green simply hummed softly and responded to him expressionlessly.

Yan Yun didn't care about it at all, his eyes were always fixed on the white-haired old man.

At this time, the old man raised one hand and waved it in the air a few times. A long golden embroidery needle with a sharp tip instantly appeared in his hand.

Then he shook two fingers flexibly and waved one hand quickly. In an instant, countless golden lights enveloped Yan Yun's body.

Yan Yun felt a cool touch surging in countless acupuncture points on his body at the same time, as if every acupuncture point was pierced by this golden embroidery needle.

Immediately afterwards, a feeling of soreness came from his limbs. Yan Yun carefully tried to move his fingers, and then he was able to slowly raise his hands.

A few deep breaths and shouts came from where Yan Yun was sitting.

The four girls in the carriage showed admiration, and Nan Qizi's eyes flickered, and he was obviously shocked.

"It's admirable. Brother Fu's golden needle technique is truly powerful!" Nanqizi said with a smile.

"It's just a trivial trick. I just want to help Brother Yan regain the ability to move his limbs."

"Although he has tried his best, he still cannot use too much force, so as not to cause a larger tear in the meridians in his body."

The white-haired old man told Yan Yun seriously.

"Thank you very much for Mr. Fu's careful care!" Yan Yun whispered a few words, his heart filled with surprise and joy.

As for the art of acupuncture with golden needles, he had been exposed to it before when he was still in the human world, and he thought he was already quite proficient in it. However, compared with this old man Fu, he seemed to pale in comparison.

It turns out that there really are people in the world who can create miracles through acupuncture with golden needles.

However, when he heard the old man's next words, Yan Yun felt a chill again. After the old man confirmed that Yan Yun's movements had returned to normal, he reached out and patted him a few more times.

A golden light flashed by, and at the same time, the golden needle flew out of Yan Yun's body, turning into a ray of golden light and disappeared.

Yan Yun tried to move his legs, slowly stood up, and took a few cautious steps.

"I can only help you up to this point. As for how to restore your tendons and veins, it depends on your own efforts. I have other matters to deal with, so I can't stay here for long."

The white-haired old man said goodbye politely.

Upon hearing this, Nan Qizi nodded slightly and took out a few talismans from his arms.

With a wave of his hand, these talismans instantly turned into pieces of faint green light, merged into Yan Yun's body and disappeared.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator also said goodbye to Yan Yun, stood up and left the carriage.

The remaining four girls escorted the two seniors to the car door and then closed the door silently.

At this moment, Yan Yun sat quietly on the bench, meditating with his eyes closed, as if he was feeling the benefits brought by those mysterious talismans.

"Brother Yan, have you successfully cultivated to the third level of the Vajra Sutra?"

After the girls returned to the car, they exchanged glances with each other. The girl in the blue skirt named Liu'er couldn't help but ask curiously.

“Yan is just a lucky person.

"Yan Yun opened his eyes, stared at her, and answered calmly.

"Miss Liu'er, you are too kind. Although I have signed the blood curse document, I know very little about Tiandong Trading Company. I am very confused. Could Miss Liu'er tell me something?"

Yan Yun smiled slightly and asked politely.

Miss Liu'er's eyes moved, she smiled and covered her lips. She said, "It seems that Brother Yan is not from our Tianyuan Realm. If not, how could he know nothing about this?"

Yan Yun's eyes sparkled, and he asked with a smile, "Is Tiandong Trading Company well-known in the local area?"

The blue-shirted girl raised her lips slightly, looking quite pleased with herself. She replied:
"It's not an exaggeration to say that we are well-known. Our company is one of the top three large commercial organizations in Tianyuan. We have many branches in various places, and our headquarters is located in the Holy City of Tianyuan."

However, to Yan Yun, who had just arrived in the spiritual world, all this information was like floating clouds, vague and ignorant.

In his knowledge, hundreds of cities were just a handful, insignificant compared to the human world he was familiar with.

But from the tone of the little girl in front of him, Tiandong Trading Company is already extraordinary enough.

However, is all this due to the other party's lack of knowledge, or is it because the spiritual world has its own unique features? (End of this chapter)