Please show your spirit to our ancestors

Chapter 12 Sheshan Market
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"Uh……"

Wang Qianqian's expression froze, and she felt like she had punched the air, with a suffocating feeling of being neither up nor down.

But the words were on the tip of her tongue, and she had to spit them out: "Our Wang family is good at refining weapons and puppetry, and we are well-known."

"Unfortunately, when I was twelve years old, I encountered a disaster. My great grandfather risked his life to protect me and ran away with me. Before he died, he left me a last word!"

"Qianqian, our Wang family's weapon refining and puppet inheritance will be handed over to you."

"You must live."

"Also, don't think about revenge. The enemy is too powerful. As long as you live well, Grandfather will be satisfied."

The further she talked, the more excited Wang Qianqian became.

Chen Jingyun and the bird had been staring at her at some point.

“But I won’t give up. I, Wang Qianqian, must complete the puppet replica project, restore the glory of my Wang family, and avenge my great-grandfather!” As Wang Qianqian spoke, her eyes were filled with tears, and she looked up at the bright night sky stubbornly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he kept glancing at Chen Jingyun.

It was as if she was waiting for him to slap his thigh and say, "So Miss Qianqian's life experience is so miserable. It was me, Chen Jingyun, who was blind and misunderstood you."

I invested in your puppet project!
Just as Wang Qianqian was full of anticipation.

Chen Jingyun stood up slowly, patted his clothes, and said calmly, "Miss Qianqian, you told a good story and your emotional performance was also very good."

After a pause, he reminded in a low voice: "It's just that your great-grandfather's last words need to be carefully considered. They seem a bit too long-winded and don't sound like the tone of a family ancestor at all."

"At least, my great-grandfather wouldn't say that."

"It's getting late. Let's stay at the farm for one night and get up early tomorrow to continue our journey."

After saying this, Chen Jingyun led his bird away in a graceful manner.

Wang Qianqian was left alone, dumbfounded.

The fatal blow that was finally prepared just failed?

Not far away, Fourth Uncle Chen Daoyuan had a smile in his eyes, watching the interaction between the two young men with great joy.

Even Chen Xuanmo, who was in heroic spirit form and had been following his great-grandson's actions, found it quite interesting.

He has been the patriarch of the family for too long, and the burden on his shoulders has always been heavy. The younger generations of the family dare not act unruly in front of him and appear to be timid and submissive.

I haven't felt so relaxed and comfortable in a long time.

However, when he learned that the spiritual field was harmed by birds, Chen Xuanmo gave out a ray of purple energy, which condensed into a faint purple mark on Chen Jingyun's forehead.

I hope that Jingyun can solve the problem of spiritual field, and I also want to test the magical effect of purple energy.

What surprised Chen Xuanmo a little was that from beginning to end, Chen Jingyun's purple mark never disappeared.

Even though he tamed the locust spirit beast, the mark still remained.

This made Chen Xuanmo fall into deep thought.

Doesn't taming this locust count as triggering a small bit of good fortune?

In other words, this is the good fortune of this boy Jingyun, and not the credit of the purple energy, so the mark has not dissipated?
There are too few samples for the test now, and even though Chen Xuanmo is knowledgeable, he is unable to make a judgment for the time being.

It seems that we can only wait for further verification.

Tonight, everyone is staying at Dingfeng Farm.

Silent all night.

At dawn the next day, Chen Daoyuan, Chen Jingyun and Wang Qianqian began their journey.

This time, Chen Jingyun learned his lesson and flew into the air on the flying magic weapon - "Spirit Leaf" at a steady speed.

He even bent down to reduce wind resistance and lower the consumption of spiritual energy.

After an hour and a half, they flew about another two hundred and fifty miles, and Chen Jingyun began to feel a little tired.

The three of them found an uninhabited valley, took a short rest, ate something, and adjusted their breathing to restore their spiritual strength.

In the afternoon, we set out on our journey again.

The three of them flew another two hundred miles and entered an area surrounded by mountains.

This place is sparsely populated, with only a few remote mountain paths leading into the mountains.

The market town was opened in a valley in Sheshan.

There is a nice little spiritual vein in the valley. Although it is not suitable for cultivating spiritual valleys due to the soil quality, it is just right for setting up formations. When the market was established, Chen Xuanmo specially invited a formation master familiar with the Yunyang Sect to set up a large-scale maze formation around the market.

As a result, the entire market town was shrouded in layers of fog.

If one wanders in without the token to guide him, not to mention mortals, even cultivators will be trapped and unable to escape.

In front of the maze, at the entrance to the valley, there is a reception post.

In front of the sentry post, there were several guards in uniform on duty.

They were between thirty and fifty years old, of different heights, weights and figures, but all had slightly bulging temples, and their restrained spirit and energy shone faintly with a precious aura.

That’s right, each of these guards are the legendary innate warriors who have opened up the two bridges between heaven and earth.

They were either from the side branches of the three major families, or were personal servants of some immortal cultivators.

These innate warriors are certainly far inferior to adult immortal cultivators, but they can still serve as half the purpose of a young cultivator who has just entered the [Xuanqiao Realm].

After all, although Sheshan Market is somewhat famous in their area, compared with the entire cultivation world of the Great Wu Kingdom, it is just a remote small market, and it is not luxurious enough to hire cultivators to guard the gate.

Hiring a cultivator, even an ordinary cultivator from the Xuanqiao realm, would cost at least three to five spirit stones a year. Based on the rotation of ten guards, that would mean spending thirty to fifty spirit stones in vain.

This unnecessary extra expenditure is pure profit for the market.

In comparison, the expenses of innate warriors are much lower.

Giving them some mundane gold and some cultivation elixirs that are not worth spirit stones is enough to make them satisfied.

There aren't many visitors here on weekdays. Only during the annual Sheshan Fair will many monks come here to "attend the market", and this is the time when the market is about to start.

Some monks who were going to the market had already arrived one after another.

At this time.

Sentry post.

A lean city guard was shouting, "I don't care who you mortals are. The city has its own rules. No one can enter without a Sheshan Order. Unless everyone pays a spirit stone, they can exchange it for a temporary Sheshan Order, which allows them to enter and leave freely within a year."

The men who were scolded by the guards were several men in luxurious clothes.

The leader was about 40 or 50 years old, with a very dignified demeanor, and was obviously a person who had been in a high position for a long time.

But at this moment, his face was an ugly gray color, and a faint cold aura emanated from him, giving people the feeling of a cold and rotten corpse.

"We don't have spiritual stones used by immortals, we only have some yellow and white common things." The leader with a pale face took out a small bag of heavy gold and quietly stuffed it in. "I hope you can be flexible and let me go to the immortal market to seek medical treatment and elixirs. I, Shang Jianzhou, will definitely remember this favor."

This person is called [Shang Jianzhou], and he is the leader of the Hedong County underworld power - the Dongcao Gang. He is known as [Guojianglong] in the underworld. He is a well-known innate master-level strongman.
All of his core brothers are top-notch fighters.

He didn't know why, but he was infected with a strange cold poison in his body and was able to barely maintain his life by relying on a breath of innate energy.

After seeking medical treatment everywhere without success, he accidentally heard that there was an immortal market here, so he traveled thousands of miles to try his luck.

But he never expected that he would be stopped outside before he even entered the valley.

If this had happened under normal circumstances, the Dongcao Gang, who were used to being domineering, would have been furious and rushed into the valley shouting and killing.

But now they are unusually well-behaved.

This is because the four guards at the door are all innate warriors.

Not to mention that Shang Jianzhou had a cold poison entering his body and looked like he would not live long, even if he was in his prime he would not be able to defeat any two of them.

gold?

Feeling the heavy weight in his hand, the thin guard's eyes lit up slightly.

These yellow and white things are not very tempting to immortal cultivators, but they still have some effect on ordinary warriors like them.

The guards exchanged glances with each other and reached a tacit understanding in their hearts.

The lean guard was about to say something.

Suddenly, three beams of light of different colors swayed over from the distance like meteors. They were so fast that they arrived in front of them in just seven or eight breaths.

The escaping light was pressed downwards and the flowing light disappeared.

Three figures appeared in front of the sentry post.

The mature man in the lead was handsome and had an ethereal temperament, but he looked a little weird with a big fat bird tied to his back.

The two young people behind him, a man and a woman, were also very handsome and each had their own extraordinary aura.

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(End of this chapter)