Mortal, marry the old demon's sister and build an immortal family

Chapter 67 Yellow Maple Valley!
"My younger sister, Han Li and I all joined the Yellow Maple Valley through the arena competition."

"Brother Xiaoshan, you are my first friend in this world of immortal cultivation."

"I have two second-level perfect skills, talisman technique and formation technique, and I have no shortage of resources. I wanted to give you this Immortal Ascension Order for free to help you fight for the path to immortality."

"Unfortunately, life is unpredictable and full of regrets."

Ye Xiaotian looked at Wan Xiaoshan's tombstone, feeling a mixture of emotions in his heart. He took one last look and turned away.

One day later.

The gathering place for new disciples of Huangfeng Valley.

The one who came to pick up the new disciple this time was the righteous Uncle Wu.

"Ye Xiaotian, Han Xiaomei, are these two children your offspring?"

Uncle Wu looked at the two little guys in front of him and asked Ye Xiaotian.

"My dear Uncle Wu, when we became Taoist companions, our cultivation was still shallow, so we have children." In the world of immortal cultivation, strength is the most important. Ye Xiaotian is only at the tenth level of Qi Refining, while the person in front of him has the foundation-building level.

No matter what else, you must be respectful and not offend anyone.

"Logically speaking, new disciples of our Yellow Maple Valley are not allowed to bring their families with them."

"However, considering your special circumstances, you should also be treated specially. I can allow these two little guys to enter the Yellow Maple Valley Sect, and they can leave after they reach adulthood."

Huangfeng Valley is a major spiritual practice sect and it has encountered this kind of special situation before, so it is natural for them to handle it with ease.

Only when these two little guys are sixteen years old and can support themselves, they can be driven out of the sect.

If Ye Xiaotian and Han Xiaomei could both establish their foundation within the next ten years, they might be able to secure a disciple status for their offspring in the Yellow Wind Valley.

"Thank you, Uncle Wu."

Ye Xiaotian and the other man bowed again with a respectful attitude and gratitude in their hearts.

"Yeah." Uncle Wu nodded slightly and moved aside.

Several people came onto the flying boat together.

After waiting for a while, all the new disciples of Huangfeng Valley had arrived.

The flying boat started moving, with clouds and mist all over the way. From time to time, immortal cultivators driving magical instruments would pass by the flying boat at high speeds, and their speed was so fast that a group of new disciples were amazed.

Uncle Wu, who was standing by, saw this and couldn't help but explain to the new disciples:
"The flying leaf instruments they are using are essential flying instruments for new disciples. They will be given to every new disciple. You don't need to be envious."

After saying that, he clapped his hands, and two disciples from the Yellow Maple Valley came out carrying a few boxes.

"Each new disciple will receive a low-grade yellow robe, a storage bag, a flying leaf magic weapon, a basic skills book, a basic formation set, a scorching sun sword, and a moonlit night knife."

"Low-level storage bags cannot recognize their owners. As long as the divine sense penetrates, anyone can use them. Therefore, you must take good care of them. If you don't check, they may be stolen, or even if you die, all your belongings will be given to others for nothing."

As the flying boat was sailing, it arrived at the top of a mountain. Halfway up the mountain, countless disciples were seen sitting cross-legged. On a high platform, an old Taoist with white hair and beard was facing hundreds of disciples. From time to time, he would pick a few of them to answer their questions.

"This is the teaching hall, where you will be taught the basics of the exercises. If you have any questions in your future practice, you can come here to get them answered."

A group of casual cultivators who had just gotten started were amazed by this.

The family members standing by, however, were calm and at ease, as if they were used to it.

Soon, the flying boat arrived at the destination.

Baijitang.

"This is where you will receive various tasks in the future."

"Now, all new disciples go in and register, and then they will be assigned housing."

Han Li, Ye Xiaotian and his younger sister entered one after another. They waited until everyone had completed registration before stepping forward to pay their respects and politely saying:
"This senior brother, thank you for your hard work."

Ye Xiaotian smiled and fluttered his sleeves: "This is the specialty of my hometown, some ordinary things, and I don’t know if it contains some spiritual stones. Please taste it, brother." The brother in charge of registration looked up and his eyes lit up instantly. It is really rare to see such a considerate brother.

"This junior brother is joking. Everything we do is to serve the sect."

"Oh! What a coincidence! Everyone else has already registered, and there are no good places left. Let you brothers choose for yourselves." The brother in charge of registration said as he spread a map in front of the three.

Ye Xiaotian and his younger sister chose to live together, while Han Li chose a sparsely populated place on the edge of the map.

The younger sister was quite dissatisfied when she saw this, but Han Li just smiled and did not answer.

Ye Xiaotian understood the situation and did not try to dissuade it.

On the way to his residence, Ye Xiaotian took out the basic formation, glanced at it casually, and shook his head.

"No, this formation is too simple. It must be modified. At least it should be able to withstand one or two foundation-building cultivators before I can feel at ease." Thinking this in his mind, Ye Xiaotian already had a plan.

Naturally, Han Li also had a share in this kind of good thing.

It’s a matter of personal relationships. When Han Li refines the elixir in the future, Ye Xiaotian will also need it.

You can't blackmail her madly just because she is Han Li's brother-in-law.

Han Li is not stupid.

On the contrary, the old devil is very shrewd.

The current head of Huangfeng Valley, Zhong Lingdao, is over a hundred years old, but he still looks like a middle-aged man with three long beards. He is in the late foundation-building stage.

Because of his calm nature and good organization, he has a high prestige within the sect, and the elders and his fellow disciples in the sect are all very convinced of him.

In Huangfeng Valley, the Jindan cultivators are all practicing hard and it is impossible for them to handle the sect’s affairs personally.

Therefore, the head of a sect is usually a person who has reached the late stage of foundation building and has extremely high prestige.

At this moment, the always calm and confident Master Zhong now frowned and sat in the main seat in the hall, looking helpless as he watched a middle-aged man and an old man arguing fiercely in front of him.

On both sides of the hall sat a dozen monks with different expressions. They were all managers of Huangfeng Valley.

The focus of this conflict is the Foundation Establishment Pill.

"Senior Brother Murong! The recipients of the Foundation Establishment Pills were clearly allocated several months ago, but now the pill for my nephew has been cancelled and given to a casual cultivator instead. This is simply unacceptable!" The old man shouted angrily at the middle-aged scholar with a white beard.

This old man is obviously much older than the middle-aged man, but he insists on calling the other party "senior brother"!

This is because in the world of immortal cultivation, strength is respected, and age is not the only factor in determining seniority.

Those with high cultivation, no matter how young they are, have to call themselves senior brothers and uncles.

"Junior Brother Ye, this is an accident!"

“Who would have thought that this year there would be two casual cultivators with useless spiritual roots who could cultivate to the ninth and tenth levels of weapon refining before the age of 25, and join the Yellow Maple Valley through the arena competition.”

"And my Huangfeng Valley is one of the seven major sects of Yue State, how could we go back on our word?"

"Since they have won the competition and joined the Yellow Maple Valley, the Foundation Establishment Pills should be given to them. If we rashly withhold them and spread the news, how will the world view our Yellow Maple Valley?"

"Who will choose Huangfeng Valley in the future Immortal Ascension Conference?"

The middle-aged scholar remained expressionless and spoke slowly.

"How can a mere casual cultivator compare with the disciples of my immortal cultivation family?"

“What’s more, for cultivators with four or five spiritual roots, the chances of building a foundation are very low. Giving them foundation-building pills is simply a waste.” The old man argued with a red face.

"Master Brother, you have to make the decision for me." While arguing, the old man also looked at the master on the main throne.

(End of this chapter)