Immortality Begins with the Master of Alchemy

Chapter 616: Rogue cultivators are all poor people, but the second generation of immortals are the gold mines

On the back of the dragon, the red-robed Taoist looked up into the sky. The sea breeze blew his sleeves and robes, making a hunting sound.

Under the gazes of people who were either curious, wary, or more in awe, he looked calm, slowly floated up, and finally boarded this gorgeous spaceship.

His eyes swept over the figures of young monks one after another, and finally stopped on the old man with white beard and hair and a wrinkled face.

“Sang Lao, long time no see. How are you doing?”

Sang Jiugong’s wrinkled faces were squeezed together, and he didn’t know whether it was a forced smile or something else, but there was always a sense of reluctance.

He bowed his hands to Luo Chen and said, "I can't say whether it's good or bad, but there are some twists and turns. Come on, please come over here and let's go in and talk."

Luo Chen's eyes swept over his body, and he felt that Sang Jiugong's aura was a little different from before.

But if the other party invites him, he will not refuse.

 When you arrive in a new place, if you want to continue your practice steadily, you have to make friends.

 Forming cliques is not really a problem. In short, many things will be much more convenient if you have more connections.

 In this case, there is no need to deliberately maintain a posture.

 The Blood Sanren actually served as a calamity cultivator!

Sang Jiugong took the initiative to pour a cup of tea for him, and then sat down aside.

"Yes, our Huaqing Sect is also considered the famous Nascent Soul Sect in the southwest. There are quite a few golden elixir monks inside, but none of the elders in the middle golden elixir can match the pressure brought by this demon king. Only one The elder Jindan monk is comparable to him."

“I don’t know why Mr. Sang took the initiative to invite this person on board the boat.”

This sentence is like a sharp sword piercing through the blindness in the old man's words.

 At the late stage of Jindan, this was too... informal!

Seeing Luo Chen's expression, Sang Jiugong felt relieved and quickly said while the iron was hot: "The sea route is dangerous, especially now that the situation in Beihai is turbulent. Some monks who are so poor are desperate to take risks. Fellow Taoist, you can't do it! Why don't you come with us? Going back, the speed may be slower, but the safety will definitely be better.”

The other party invited him so kindly and lowered his posture to pour him tea and water. If it was just a small talk, he would be deceiving himself.

 Luo Chen hesitated and finally looked at Sang Jiugong.

 Obviously, Luo Chen's directness made Sang Jiugong relieved.

 “That must be Demon Lord Qingyang!”

“I was injured, and I am unable to protect the people on this boat, so I need stronger protection.”

Mr. Sang no longer evaded, and said frankly: "I previously accepted the task of entrusting these geniuses of Shenyuan City to protect them and gain experience in killing demons on the first line of defense. It was easy to capture them, but unexpectedly, these core members of the Gaodi family of the sect One by one, several people joined forces to try to kill the third-level demon king."

That's it?

“Same, I am.” Sang Jiugong agreed. The deadlines for the tasks he and Luo Chen received were almost the same, which was why they arrived one after another and left at about the same time. "And what I want is very simple, that is, I hope that fellow Taoist friends will accompany me and go back together."

"Haha, don't think about it. This generation of powerful demons has unknown origins and many enemies. Your Jindan family cannot afford such karma."

“Sang Lao, our friendship hasn’t reached that level yet, so you probably don’t only care about me!”

"Injured?" Luo Chen glanced at the other person and immediately understood where the feeling of disharmony between the breath and the body came from when he first met the other person.

All right!

 “Yeah.” Luo Chen nodded.

This time, Luo Chen was really shocked by the secret.

Sang Jiugong lowered his voice, "Don't you know, fellow Taoist, that the Xue Sanren, one of the three major Sanren of the Ten Thousand Immortals Society, did something similar in the early years when he was in the late Jindan period?"

Luo Chen was a little confused for a moment.

"Sang Lao, are you kidding me? I am a golden elixir monk. Under normal circumstances, who would dare to rob me? Besides, even if someone dares to make trouble, as long as he is not a great monk in the late golden elixir stage, I will have the confidence to come and go. It’s easy. But if a great monk in the late Jindan stage wants to do that calamity cultivation, it’s too cheap.”

Luo Chen was stunned, "Is there really one?"

Sang Jiugong advised: "Aren't fellow Taoists afraid of encountering robbers on the road?"

“It is rumored that this person is also proficient in the art of casting. If I invite him to join my Xu family in Shangyuan...”

"Well…"

 “You should have finished your term and want to return to Fulong Mountains!”

"It must be. At a quick glance last year, I didn't connect the Taoist name Qingyangzi with the Qingyang Demon Lord. Looking at it now, the Jindan master has a restrained charm and deep eyes. He seems ordinary, but in fact he stands tall. It’s like a deep pool with no clear depth, giving people a sense of fear that penetrates their bones.”

"Qingyangzi is so straightforward and straightforward, which saves me from having to talk in circles."

 …

 “Sang Lao, if you have anything to do, you might as well speak up!”

Sang Jiugong shook his head, "Qingyangzi, please don't think too much of Beihai. You must know that the origin of the word "Jie Xiu" is our Beihai Immortal Cultivation World. Who said there are no examples of great monks who have devoted themselves to Jie Xiu."

Immediately, at the invitation of Sang Jiugong, Luo Chen followed him into Feizhou's main hall.

Luo Chen touched the hot tea cup and smelled the rich tea aroma, knowing that this tea was definitely the best among teas.

 In the palace, Luo Chen sat down casually.

Sang Lao looked unnatural and wanted to quibble, but under Luo Chen's burning gaze, he finally sighed.

Luo Chen frowned and said, "I'm used to traveling alone. There are so many people in your boat, which will slow down my speed a bit."

"There is no weak person who can make a name for himself among the casual cultivators. This generation may not have very sophisticated methods, but his killing experience far exceeds that of the strong men of our sect. We are now taking the initiative to go out for training, just to erase the peace. The difference between them in this aspect is that their strength is equal to their realm, or even greater than their realm.”

After they left, the young foundation-building monks from Shenyuan City on the flying boat finally relaxed and felt less restrained.

“To be honest, they do have something. A demon king at the early stage of the third level is really no match for them.”

“But the commotion was too loud, the time dragged on for too long, and more powerful beings were attracted.”

“In order to prevent someone from dying, I had no choice but to personally take action and fight several demon kings. Although I killed them all, I was also seriously injured.”

"Today, it can take three to five days to return to Longyuan Immortal City, and it can take as long as seven or eight days. The distance is neither far nor short. I really can't bear the loss of a few people on this boat if I encounter a bad person. Accountability of the forces behind them.”

“Therefore, I had no choice but to seek help from fellow Taoists.”

 A few words, said in a eloquent manner.

Although I don’t know how true the inside story is, it does have a beginning and an end.

Luo Chen listened quietly without commenting.

Seeing Luo Chen's unmoved look, Sang Jiugong raised his voice a little, "Fellow Taoist once asked Huangfu Songdu to retreat despite the difficulties. He must be a great monk. If you protect us, we will be safe and sound."

“Besides, the chance of an accident on this route back is not high, and you may not really encounter any trouble.”

“Qingyangzi, how about you think that I, Sang Jiugong, owe you a favor?”

First praise, then explain that the danger is not high, and finally make a favor.

The posture is low enough.

Luo Chen looked at the other party with a half-smile.

 The favors of their Golden Elixir monks are not so cheap!

 But after thinking about it, Luo Chen was vaguely aware of Sang Jiugong's true intention.

　Sometimes, being indebted to others is not necessarily a bad thing!

 The so-called friendship means coming and going. When there is no intersection of interests, taking the initiative to owe others a favor means that the two parties are connected.

 Obviously, the request from the other party this time was just a small matter.

The favor owed is just a small favor, and it will not take much effort to repay it in the future, let alone repay it in life or death.

 But this is a good start!

This Sang Jiugong is clearly using the pretext of asking for **** to seriously make friends with Qingyangzi, the lord of Penghu! After thinking it through, Luo Chen chuckled in his heart.

 You also said you won’t go around in circles, but this is obviously going in a big circle.

However, this kind of thing is ultimately beneficial to oneself without any harm, so there is no reason to refuse.

 Under the gaze of Sang Jiugong, Luo Chen nodded slowly.

 “In that case, let’s go together!”

Hearing this answer, Sang Jiugong was completely relieved, and a bright smile appeared on his face, as if a chrysanthemum was in full bloom.

 Subsequently, Luo Chen sent out a spiritual message.

The Black King, who was bored in the sea, muttered something, shrunk in size, flew onto the airship, found a room by himself and curled up.

Sang Jiugong gave instructions to the people under his command, and the flying boat started again. He himself returned to the palace to exchange cultivation experiences with Luo Chen.

 In the world of cultivating immortals, the so-called exchange of cultivation experiences is not just about talking.

 But most of the affairs here were carried out among the sects and family monks.

Even more than just verbal communication, they would regularly organize so-called small competitions, large competitions, and even cross-power competitions to verify the results of their cultivation.

 Comparatively, the frequency of communication among casual cultivators is much lower.

Luo Chen has been coming to the Ten Thousand Immortals Association for five or six years, and has only occasionally communicated with Diaosou, mostly because he asked him for advice on body training.

This time when communicating with Mr. Sang, Luo Chen didn't have much expectations. After all, the other party was a little lower than him.

 Unexpectedly, Sang Lao, who has been practicing for a long time, really gave him some small gains.

 …

“In Lingzhi, there are many rules and regulations, and the threshold is very high. In fact, there are so many mysteries.”

“If you want to be a good spiritual planter, you must first look at the potential of the spiritual plant itself, secondly look at the growth environment of the spiritual plant, and finally look at the spiritual plantation skills of us spiritual planters.”

"The reason is very simple. If it's just the most common wild flowers and grasses, and the barren yellow land, even if we have the power to reach the sky, it's impossible to cultivate the trees that can support the sky."

"In the early years, why was Beihai keen to start a war of development? The reason is that there are too many unexplored high-level spiritual lands in the deep sea where monsters are entrenched. Those spiritual lands can not only help our generation's practice, but also their own territory There are also many spiritual plants growing on it.”

"These spiritual plants have not been harvested by human cultivators like us. Monster beasts have long lifespans and can afford to wait. Some monster races even guard certain types of spiritual plants and continue to harvest the fruits. This is also As a result, the growth life of those spiritual plants is extremely long, often for thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years. It can be said that once the pioneering war is successful, the revenue from spiritual plants will definitely be one of the largest. "

"Fellow Taoists may not know that the current leader of the Split Heaven Stream within the Mo Luo Stream participated in the opening war in his early years and harvested a precious fifth-level medicinal plant from a desert island. He contributed it to Yuan Mo Sect, and Yuan Mo Sect's The ancestor of the gods, Long Yan Dayue, specially trained the Splitting Heaven stream master from the golden elixir stage to the Nascent Soul stage. This opportunity is simply what we have always dreamed of!"

Sang Jiugong, in addition to being at the fourth level of the Golden elixir, is also a spiritual cultivator himself.

It was because he was reluctant to bring his superb spiritual planting skills into the coffin that he wanted to leave a legacy before his longevity was approaching.

Over the years, he has begun to recruit disciples and establish a sect.

The address of his sect is not in the Fulong Mountains, but on an ordinary third-level spiritual island within the territory of the Ten Thousand Immortals Association.

 Strictly speaking, he is actually no longer a casual cultivator.

But no one cares about this kind of thing.

 After all, three of the seven great Nascent Soul Masters of the Ten Thousand Immortals Association have sects or families.

Listening to the other party's talk, Luo Chen's memories of Lingzhifu and Lingzhi-related resurfaced.

 He is no stranger to this method.

In the early years when he was in Luo Tianzong, he had Yuan Dongsheng, a spiritual planter, under his command. He also planted spiritual trees and flowers for him outside his Tianlan Peak cave.

　　This person has passed away, but the things left behind are still in Luo Chen’s mind.

At this moment, listening to Sang Jiugong's talk, Luo Chen agreed and asked about some medicinal material cultivation matters that he was concerned about.

The other party was worthy of being Ling Zhifu, who had cultivated fourth-level medicinal materials. He also gave answers to Luo Chen's doubts one by one. Even if he is not good at it, he still gives speculations and suggestions within his ability.

 At the end of the conversation, Sang Jiugong sighed.

“It’s not because I am greedy for profit and has brought these geniuses from Shenyuan City to the Sanyang Defense Line due to danger and violation of regulations. It is actually because these people have extraordinary backgrounds and are wealthy. Befriending them will also be of benefit to the Tucson Sect under my command.”

Luo Chen was puzzled, "But these people are not our monks from the Ten Thousand Immortals Association. Why don't you make friends with the casual cultivators from the Ten Thousand Immortals Association?"

Sang Jiugong sneered at this.

 “Rogue cultivator?”

 “This person is not worthy of trust.”

"There is a saying that those who have permanent property have perseverance, and those who have no permanent property have no perseverance. If you don't have perseverance, you will do anything to ward off evil spirits. Qingyangzi, I think you will understand the meaning of this sentence!"

 Luo Chen was silent.

How could he not understand this principle?

 It is a wandering practice, with no fixed place to live, and wandering around.

The so-called good and evil are just a matter of thoughts. You can be a humble gentleman in front of others, but you can also turn into a masked and robbed cultivator behind others. How can you be credulous?

On the contrary, for those monks who have fixed properties, the sect family behind them has decided that they cannot act arbitrarily. Even if you really do something evil, you still have to bear the consequences of being able to run away from the monk but not from the temple!

If it were Luo Chen, he would be more willing to make good friends with the monks of the sect.

but…

“Sang Lao, you seem to have a different regard for me!”

"Ha ha!"

Sang Jiugong laughed and said, "Others don't know you, Qingyangzi, but I know a little bit about you. The eight hundred miles of Penghu, I think it will not be vacant these years!"

Luo Chen raised his eyebrows, then smiled knowingly.

Looking outside, he sighed.

“So, these monks from Shenyuan City are a treasure.”

"Indeed, they are the future hope of all forces. In time, as long as they do not fall, they will definitely rule one side. Befriending them will be of great benefit to ourselves and our descendants."

 Speaking of this, Sang Jiugong suddenly pointed out.

“Qingyangzi, are you interested in condescending to make friends?”

 “Me?” Luo Chen hesitated.

Sang Jiugong nodded, "Yes, with your reputation as the Qingyang Demon Lord spread outside, these children of tomorrow who have been sheltered under the wings of their elders since childhood, besides being in awe, are more curious. If you take the initiative to condescend, They will be delighted to make friends.”

This time, Luo Chen really became a little interested.

It’s not because of connections with future generations, but because I remembered what Sang Jiugong said before—these people have extraordinary backgrounds and rich wealth!

 That is to say, they are very rich!

His previous plan was to make the Qingyang brand famous in order to earn money from the casual cultivators of the Ten Thousand Immortals Society.

 Most of the casual cultivators are poor!

 How can the money earned by poor people be compared with the money earned by these "second generation immortals"? It's so refreshing!

 (End of this chapter)