Nine Gods

Chapter 247
"Come in if you have something to do, don't yell there, don't you know my habits?"

A lazy voice came out, and the person who spoke seemed to have not woken up.

Lan Ling shook her head and waved her hand casually.

The wooden door was gently pushed open, and finally led Lin Chen inside.

After Lin Chen walked into the room, what appeared in his eyes was a mess of utensils, which can be described in one word as "chaos".

A white-haired old man was in the middle of the house, half lying down, looking extremely comfortable. He seemed to be sleeping just now. When he saw Lan Ling, he gave him a hard look.

"Senior Brother Wan is really relaxed."

"Sleeping so comfortably at this time."

Lan Ling smiled, and found a chair and sat down.

"Why do you come to me when you have time?"

The monk surnamed Wan didn't pay attention to Lin Chen, but just talked to Lan Ling.

"Senior Brother Wan, this is our new disciple of Diyan Peak, here to collect basic daily necessities."

Seeing that Lin Chen was still standing here, Lan Ling quickly changed the subject.

"Oh, new disciple."

"Well, I can't see anything outstanding, and there is no spiritual root."

The monk surnamed Wan glanced at Lin Chen lightly, shook his head and said.

Lin Chen was startled, this monk surnamed Wan is really a miraculous figure, he can see his aptitude at a glance without using a crystal ball, he naturally didn't know that the monk surnamed Wan practiced strange skills.

"Nephew Lin Chen does not have a spiritual root, but he is still at the Qi Gathering Realm."

Lan Ling smiled faintly.

The look in his eyes was extremely weird, he had been deceived by this senior nephew before, and now he had to be deceived by this senior brother.

"Well, there is no spiritual root."

"To be able to cultivate to the eighth level of Qi Gathering Realm, I really don't know what kind of shit luck it is."

"But don't have such a fluke mentality. This kind of luck is not always so good. You should hurry up and become a deacon disciple."

The monk surnamed Wan said coldly.

His eyes kept turning on Lin Chen, and his expression showed contempt. There were nearly 3 disciples at the eighth level of Qi Gathering Realm in Diyan, nearly 200 in the Foundation Establishment Realm, and only ten in the Golden Core Realm. There are three people in the Nascent Soul Stage.

"Uncle Master is right, the disciple has been taught."

Lin Chen gave a respectful salute. He also knew that Lan Ling deliberately saw the jokes of the monk surnamed Wan, and he didn't care too much. However, although what the monk surnamed Wan said was ugly, it was not unreasonable.

Although it is of no use to me in terms of cultivation, it is useful when dealing with the world and fighting with others. It is impossible for me to have such good luck every time.

If you are not careful in everything, you will definitely fall. It seems that in the future, you have to make a plan and then act.

To achieve the principle of being careful and making no big mistakes, the monk surnamed Wan reminded him and made him clearly see his own shortcomings. This ritual must be performed.

"He is smooth, smart and sensible, or you can practice with me."

"Although there is no guarantee that the foundation can be established, it will also save you from so much suffering."

The monk surnamed Wan nodded and said.

"Senior Brother Wan, Nephew Qiu Yu must not be able to practice with you."

Lan Ling said hurriedly.

"Why, don't you still like this disciple who doesn't have spiritual roots? The disciples below you are all pretty good."

The monk surnamed Wan said in a daze, thinking that Lan Ling was robbing him of his disciple.

"Senior Brother Wan was joking, I am qualified to teach Nephew Lin Chen."

Lan Ling smiled and said lightly.

"That's it, Junior Brother Lan, you can go back, he will stay and practice with me."

The monk surnamed Wan issued an order to expel the guests, and finally looked at Lin Chen.

"Hey, senior brother Wan, nephew Lin Chen is going to practice in Zilin Pavilion."

Lan Ling laughed out loud, feeling extremely refreshed.

"Cultivating in Zilin Pavilion, which senior brother is in Zilin Pavilion?"

The monk surnamed Wan said lightly, but he didn't react at all. It's no wonder that not many people in Zilin Pavilion knew about it, but as a foundation-builder, he naturally knew it, but he forgot it after a long time.

"Senior Brother Wan even forgot about the Purple Scale Pavilion?"

Lan Ling was also taken aback, he didn't see his senior brother showing any surprise, and he was also slightly disappointed.

"Purple Scale Pavilion? Purple Scale Pavilion, you mean the Purple Scale Pavilion in Bitan?"

The monk surnamed Wan stroked the white hair, and finally said in surprise.

"Senior brother Wan is right. Nephew Lin Chen is now the owner of Zilin Pavilion."

Lan Ling finally smiled happily, this senior is still in his own schemes.

"He is the owner of the Purple Scale Pavilion, are you kidding me?"

"Junior brother can't make jokes like this, especially in front of the juniors. If you let the uncle and ancestor hear it, you will definitely be punished."

The monk surnamed Wan said hurriedly.

"I'm not joking with my seniors. Uncle Lingyun and the two seniors announced it personally. The sect master, me, and ten senior brothers are all present."

Lan Ling held back her laughter and said softly.

"But he is a Qi Gathering Realm disciple without spiritual roots, what qualifications does he have to practice anywhere?"

"Even the uncles and the others don't have such qualifications."

The monk surnamed Wan was completely confused by Lan Ling's words.

"Brother, don't you know, although this nephew Lin Chen doesn't have spiritual roots."

"Do you know why he was able to cultivate to the seventh level of Qi Gathering Realm at the age of 15?"

"He is the No.2 spirit alchemist of Diyan Peak."

Lan Ling didn't joke with the monk surnamed Wan anymore. He also knew that there must be a limit to joking, so as not to be troubled by being chased and beaten by this senior brother.

"Pharmaceuist!"

"You said he was a panacea?"

The monk surnamed Wan opened his eyes wide, and his surprise this time was no less than when he said that Lin Chen was the owner of the Purple Scale Pavilion.

"That's right, it's a panacea master."

"Otherwise, Nephew Lin Chen wouldn't be able to raise his cultivation to the seventh level of Qi Gathering Realm at the age of 15."

"And he refined the top-grade Tianyuan pill."

Lan Ling said excitedly, this appearance is no longer that of a foundation-builder cultivator, but a child who was given candy.

"Look, what does the top-grade Tianyuan pill look like?"

The monk surnamed Wan looked at Lin Chen.

"Uncle, please take a look."

Lin Chen took out a high-grade Tianyuan Pill, and held it up with both hands.

Although he didn't want to, but in Diyan Peak, he had to abide by etiquette.

Being thrown aside by two guys at the Foundation Establishment Realm, I do feel a little bit uncomfortable, but I have to bear it.

"Sure enough, it's a high-grade elixir. Hehe, I haven't heard of a high-grade elixir for thousands of years. I didn't expect it to appear in Diyan Peak. It seems that our Diyan can increase our strength a lot."

The monk surnamed Wan laughed loudly.

"Senior brother Wan, why don't you prepare nephew Lin Chen's things."

"Otherwise he will have to eat and sleep in the open tonight."

Lan Ling looked at her senior brother and reminded him.

"Okay, I'll go get ready."

"Since Nephew Lin Chen is the owner of the Purple Scale Pavilion, naturally he won't ask for things from ordinary disciples."

After the monk surnamed Wan finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the room in the storage pavilion.

After a while, he took a storage bag in his hand.

After he handed the storage bag to Lin Chen, he pondered for a while, and finally seemed to think of something, Lin Chen and Lan Ling naturally disturbed his thinking.

(End of this chapter)