The ancestor is incompetent!

Chapter 8 Baibi Wulan
"This is true." The one-eyed old man said with a look of reminiscence on his face, "It's time to let Junior Sister know some of the secrets in the mountain.

The Guangyuan Mountains, no, it can even be said that the entire Nanjue Continent will usher in a tide of beasts every six hundred years.

But maybe it will happen once every 1,200 years, just on a larger scale.

Our Qi Ling Sect has been passed down for five or six thousand years and has gone through many hardships to this day. When it comes to secrets, only the Xue Yin Valley lineage and a few ancient lineages can be compared with it.

However, the direction of this beast tide is uncertain. The beast tide coming from Guangyuan Mountains will be smaller, so junior sister, there is no need to panic.

If a beast tide really comes a hundred years later, I will activate the Thousand Puppet Array in the critical moment."

“What? Senior Brother, you…” The beautiful Taoist nun was shocked.

"Alas, I have lived for more than 400 years. Even if I got the Red Sun Pine Unicorn Fruit last time and it added 30 years to my lifespan, it is all in vain. It would be better to extend my life for the sect, so that my bloodline will continue."

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In Qiugui's courtyard, Li Yuan returned to the quiet room and thought about his performance. After confirming that it was in line with the character he had established, he stopped thinking about it.

The Su Yu Baique Tower was extraordinary and magical. Each floor would transform into a cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm, and the strength would slowly increase with the number of floors. When he used the Yi Mu puppet that the sect had given him to fight all the way to the ninth floor, he encountered a strong enemy in the middle stage of Qi Refining. With just a Xuan Jin magic sword, he passed over the Yi Mu puppet, circled around him, and Li Yuan's head was cut off.

Even though he knew it was an illusion, he was still shocked. For the first time, he realized that the difference in strength was the key to life and death in a fight.

And his only reliance is the puppet!
Li Yuan's mind moved, and he appeared in the Wanmu Realm, with three tall armored wood puppets standing in front of him.

These are the three puppets he just refined after spending several years!
Each of these three puppets is about ten feet tall. One holds a wooden sword, one is as big as a fist, and the other holds a long stick.

They have oval heads, a pair of emerald green eyes, and burly mechanical bodies, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

These three armored wood puppets are his masterpieces, and what surprises Li Yuan even more is that the spirit puppets made in the Wanmu Realm do not need to be possessed by spirits at all. They can be controlled as easily as with the help of magic spells.

"So, as long as I have enough auxiliary spiritual materials, I can refine countless puppets and even form a puppet army!"

Li Yuan was extremely surprised, and at the same time he felt that the magic of the Ten Thousand Woods Realm was something that even Yuanying Zhenjun could not achieve.

After dealing with the puppet issue, Li Yuan concentrated on cultivation again. His cultivation had not fallen behind in the past few years. He had replaced about 20% of his mortal blood, and transformed all the mortal blood in his ventricles into spiritual blood.

However, the difficulty of transitioning from the middle to the late stage is much greater than that of transitioning from the early to the middle stage. A cultivator with average spiritual roots would need sixty years to break through the middle stage of Qi Refining, and if he wants to reach the late stage of Condensing Immortal Bones, it would take at least another two decades.

However, the lifespan of a Qi-refining cultivator can be up to 200 years at most. After 150 years old, their Qi and blood will decline, and their skin and flesh will become heavy, which will cause many cultivators to waste their entire lives in the middle stage of Qi-refining.

Most of the monks in the mountain gate who have no hope of breaking through to the late stage will choose to go down the mountain to Yuncheng to become rich, get married, have children, and reproduce. This is also an important channel for providing disciples for the mountain gate.

After all, the probability of descendants of people with spiritual roots having spiritual roots is greater than that of ordinary people, and after all, they are passed down from generation to generation, so their loyalty to the sect will be higher.

However, the Qi Ling Sect has a rule that even if one wants to give up the path to immortality, one must do so after the age of at least 120. Before that, one must still practice in the mountains.

Of course, the chores must continue to be done.

Li Yuan waited for a few days, and when the enthusiasm for the Su Yu Bai Que Pagoda in the mountains had died down a little, he got up and left the mountain gate, wanting to go to the market to buy some good things.

While walking on the road, although there were many more disciples in the mountain, Li Yuan didn't know many of them. So he looked from the side and found that there were more disciples in the mountain, which made him slightly puzzled, why has the mountain gate always recruited many disciples in the past ten years?

He still remembered that when he was brought to the mountain, the mountain gate treated people with inferior spiritual roots as if they had no spiritual roots. But now, it seems that as long as they have spiritual roots, they will accept them all.

Li Yuan walked to the front of the mountain gate. This time, there were two new people on duty, one fat and one thin, two deacon disciples.

When the thinner deacon disciple saw him, he couldn't help but pat the fat deacon disciple who was dozing off and said, "Fatty Zhao, look who's here!

The famous person in our sect is here!"

“Huh?” The fat deacon disciple who was awakened was still confused. He turned around and looked, exclaiming: “Oh, it’s that…that…”

"It's Lingfeng Li Yuan, who ranks last on the Baique Ranking!" The thin deacon disciple blurted out, "Junior Brother Li Yuan, are you going to leave the mountain? Be careful not to get killed by some mortal swordsman again."

Li Yuan smiled and bowed, saying, "I'm sorry to bother you two brothers. I was planning to go out to the market to buy some medicinal pills to improve my cultivation."

"Oh? You?" The thin deacon sneered, "Do you know that the price of elixirs out there is several times higher than before? How many can you buy with your spirit stones that you rely on to survive on the monthly salary from the mountain gate?"

"This..." Li Yuan was slightly embarrassed, but still said: "Junior brother, I really only want to buy a few pills, not a whole bottle."

Except for special and precious elixirs, ordinary elixirs come in a bottle of ten pills.

"It's not peaceful outside the mountain recently. I heard that several independent cultivators have been killed and robbed. Junior brother, your strength is a bit too strong. Why don't you let me do it for you? You only need to pay a few more spirit stones."

"This……"

"Brother Hou, don't scare him." The fat deacon disciple scolded, "Brother Li Yuan has done me a favor, don't bully him like this.

Junior brother, please be careful when you go out, and don't believe the nonsense of this crooked-mouthed monkey. "

Li Yuan nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother! Thank you, Brother!"

"Hmph, one is last and the other is second to last, you two really sympathize with each other!" The thin deacon disciple muttered softly.

Li Yuan didn't care about this little thing. He turned around, walked out of the mountain gate and went straight towards the market.

These cold words were nothing but passing clouds to him. At first, he would take them as a way to temper his state of mind, but now he is completely indifferent to them and has even become accustomed to them.

Shame? Ashamed? Those things are just to disguise yourself.

I am no longer the Li Yuan of the past.

He used the art of lightness of body along the way and no robbery occurred.

After arriving at the market, Li Yuan went around the street vendors as usual, and after finding nothing as usual, he spent three spirit stones to buy some low-grade talismans.

Then he walked into the busiest area in the center of the market and stood in front of the door of Baiqi Hall.

Next to this three-story shop is the Baigui Hall, which is opened by the mountain gate. There are only a few monks in it, which is not deserted but also not lively.

There was only a group of people gathered in front of the door of Miaodan Pavilion, and some were even shouting and questioning why more and more elixirs had been raised in price or even out of supply.

This forced Shopkeeper Xu to come out and explain with a wry smile: "Don't get excited, fellow Taoists. There is nothing we can do about it. In recent years, the number of monsters in the Guangyuan Mountains has been decreasing. Without monster flesh and monster pills, how can we make pills?

If you don't believe me, feel free to go to Linglongzhai and ask about their elixirs. They are also facing the same situation."

Li Yuan sighed when he heard this. After all, many things in Guangyuan Mountains were inseparable from the materials of monsters. If the monsters really became extinct one day, it would be even more difficult for poor and independent cultivators like him to practice.

He shook his head and walked into Baiqi Hall. He had changed into black clothes and put on a mask before entering the market, so his original face could not be seen.

As soon as I walked in, I saw an old man with a long beard smiling and said, "We are so crowded with distinguished guests. What can I ask for?"

Li Yuan lowered his voice and said hoarsely: "I want a magic weapon."

"Hey, please come in quickly." The wrinkles on the face of the old man with a long beard were squeezed together, but he walked up to the second floor at a brisk pace, "Daoyou, the second floor is elegant, please sit quietly for a moment."

Li Yuan nodded, climbed the stairs and entered the building.

It's not that he didn't have a sense of vigilance, but this market was the only market among the vast mountains of Guangyuan. Not to mention his own wealth, even if he was tempted, he wouldn't be bold enough to take action in the market.

After entering the room, the old man with a long beard personally poured him a cup of fragrant tea, brought it to the table and asked with a smile: "I wonder what kind of magic tool you want to buy?"

"Flying magic weapon." Li Yuan took the teacup and drank a sip of fragrant tea without any hesitation, and continued: "I wonder what categories your store has?"

The old man with a long beard had a glimmer in his eyes and smiled as he continued, "Flying magic tools, our shop has been open for five hundred years, so naturally we have many kinds of magic tools.

There are roughly three types of flying magic weapons. The first type is the one that can only fly in the air. Although this type of magic weapon is cheap, it is too easy to be damaged. If you encounter an ambush, the weapon may be destroyed and the person may die.

The second type has special functions. Some can be used for concealment, some can be used to defend against surprise attacks, or other unique flying devices that can restrain certain dangers in the world.

The third type is a top-level flying magic weapon, which can not only attack and defend, but also has a large space..."

"Show me the second one." Li Yuan interrupted him and said.

"Okay, fellow Taoist, please wait for a moment!" The old man was not displeased by the interruption. He just turned around and ran to the back of the building.

There was no one around, so Li Yuan simply picked up the teacup and took a few sips of the fragrant tea. Although it was not a spiritual thing, its fragrance was overflowing and had a strong tea flavor.

Less than a cup of tea later, the old man with a long beard went upstairs again, went into the house with a smile and closed the door.

Li Yuan just sat there and looked at him silently.

The old man with a long beard apologized and poured him another cup of tea before saying, "I am sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."

Li Yuan had no intention of continuing to drink tea, and just said, "Let's look at the magic weapon first."

"Okay." The old man smiled and waved his sleeves on the table, and five wooden boxes fell onto the table.

He opened the first wooden box, and inside was a silver-white hairpin.

"This item is made of flowing silver flying jade, and is a mid-grade magic weapon. Once a spell is cast, it can transform into a length of several feet. One can stand on it and fly through the clouds, like a meteor. Its speed is so fast that even a cultivator in the late stage of Condensing Immortal Bone cannot catch up with it if he does not have a good magic weapon and escape technique. It can travel thousands of miles a day!

This silver hairpin is priced at two hundred and forty spirit stones."

Li Yuan nodded lightly without saying anything.

The old man immediately put down the hairpin and opened the second one, saying, "This is the Blazing Cloud Boat, also a mid-grade magical instrument. When it flies in the air, it is accompanied by clouds of fire and has good defense. It is difficult for ordinary mid-stage cultivators to break through it in a short time. Except for some mid-grade water-based spells that can restrain it by three points, it has almost no disadvantages. It can travel five thousand miles a day. The price is two hundred and sixty spirit stones.

"

"It's good, but it's too conspicuous." Li Yuan said dissatisfiedly.

"This..." The old man laughed dryly, and took out the third item, saying: "White Wall Black Mist, this item can transform into black and white clouds, hiding in the air and not easily discovered. If it flies higher, even late-stage cultivators will not be able to detect it. It can travel 7,000 miles a day. The price is 270 spirit stones!"

Li Yuan was delighted. This item was very much to his liking, but he didn't show it on his face. He said, "Let's take another look."

The old man opened the remaining two wooden boxes and said, "Frost Magnolia, can turn into a frost flower about ten feet in size, and can go to extremely hot places. Its defense is not inferior to that of the Blazing Cloud Boat. It can travel four thousand miles a day. It costs two hundred and sixty spirit stones.

The Sky-Singing Sword can travel 15,000 miles a day! It is an absolutely exquisite mid-grade magical weapon. It is priced at 350 Spiritual Stones!
Which one do you like, fellow Taoist?"

Li Yuan was surprised by the speed of the Kongyin Sword, but after thinking about it, he said, "This Baibi Wulan is quite to my liking. How about 200 spirit stones?"

"What? Daoist friend, are you kidding me?" The old man with a long beard took all five magic tools on the table and said unhappily, "Two hundred spirit stones are probably not even enough to cover the cost. This item is made of the feathers of the kingfisher in the cloud and the wings of the small evil cicada. It took the elders in the clan 118 days to refine it. Not to mention making money, can I still open this shop if I lose so much money?"

Li Yuan looked embarrassed and said, "Don't worry, fellow Daoist, I am in the sect... My master in the mountains spent all his wealth and only had 230 spirit stones. You also know the hardships of us as independent cultivators.

My total assets are 240 spirit stones, plus the 200 spirit stones are medium-grade spirit stones passed down from my ancestors, so the value can be increased a little bit, I hope the store owner will help me."

"Middle-grade spirit stone?" The old man with a long beard narrowed his eyes and pondered for a moment before speaking: "If that's the case, I can barely accept it."

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves, and the wooden box containing the white wall and black mist reappeared on the table. "Forget it, I'll be a good person for once. But I'm bound to be scolded by the shopkeeper later. I was also a casual cultivator, so I can be considered to have done good deeds. My last name is Zhao, remember to come to me, Old Man Zhao, to buy something next time."

Li Yuan smiled and said, "Thank you for your help, Brother Zhao. I will definitely look for you next time I come!"

After saying this, he waved his sleeves, and the wooden box on the table disappeared, and two medium-grade spirit stones and a small pile of low-grade spirit stones appeared.

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After a while, Li Yuan walked out of the door and stood on the street and said in a neither loud nor soft voice: "Alas, this is too expensive. I can't afford it even if I earn another ten years!"

After saying that, he turned around and left dejectedly.

A few monks who were silently staring at the door of the shop in the crowd cursed in a low voice when they heard this: "Another poor guy wants to be a master!"

Inside the Baiqi Hall, a servant walked up to the old man with a long beard and asked, "Master, are there any more goods arriving in our store recently?"

"It should be gone. Go upstairs and clean up the guest's teacup." The old man with a long beard walked towards the inner room without looking back.

The servant went upstairs and saw the empty cup of tea. He said helplessly, "So he is a sect disciple."

(End of this chapter)