Cultivation: I can see the proficiency level

There were often large rewards offered for children on the bulletin board at the foot of the mountain. Wang Mian really never expected that such a thing would happen to him one day, which left him stunned for a long time.

Su Fuyao's straightforwardness caught him off guard, and Wang Mian couldn't help but think of the rumors about the Su family.

The Su family can only have daughters, and sons-in-law who marry into the family always meet with bad ends. He always felt that there was a big problem with this and did not want to get involved in it.

"My Su clan has a special situation. We have always coveted a cultivator with such talent as you, Fellow Daoist. If you are willing, the sisters in the clan can choose the one they like. We will only delay you for one night. Tomorrow we will definitely present you with spiritual medicine, spiritual stones and spiritual pills."

Seeing that Wang Mian did not answer, Su Fuyao gave a brief explanation, emphasizing that it would not take up much time and that the reward was generous.

At this moment, she possessed the beauty of a fairy, yet she was engaged in pimping, creating a striking contrast in Wang Mian's eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Su, if I refuse, will I still be unable to obtain the Flood Dragon Grass?" Wang Mian asked her.

To be fair, he really didn't want to do the job of selling his sperm for medicine.

The reason for their reluctance was that it concerned their offspring.

Having offspring is a major karmic issue on the path of cultivation. The longer it goes on, the more entanglements there are. If things go wrong, you might even lose half your life.

He's just a Qi Refining Level 3 cultivator, he's not qualified to talk about cause and effect. To put it bluntly, if your descendants have any needs in the future, will you help them or not? If your descendants have enemies in the future, will you help them or not?

"Fellow Daoist, why don't you consider it?" Su Fuyao put down her teacup. "My sisters are all stunningly beautiful, and they possess secret techniques that guarantee success within one night."

She still wanted to try again.

Firstly, Wang Mian is quite talented. As a young cultivator, he is already close to the mid-stage of Qi Refining. In the years to come, he may be able to cultivate to the ninth level of Qi Refining. It would be good to establish some connections with him as early as possible.

Secondly, if their offspring possess the talent of Wang Mian, the clan might have another genius cultivator in the future.

"I am a solitary man and do not wish to be involved in too many matters. If the conditions are so, then I will take my leave. Thank you for your hospitality, Fellow Daoist Su." Wang Mian refused decisively, not wanting to harm his vital energy or cause any karmic consequences.

Even though he was extremely stingy with spirit stones, he would have preferred to exchange them for the Flood Dragon Grass. One night of pleasure had led to such a huge karmic debt; no matter how he calculated it, it wasn't worth it.

If one truly desires offspring, one should wait until it is hopeless to reach the Foundation Establishment stage, the Golden Core stage, or the Nascent Soul stage before considering having offspring.

Now, he is devoted to seeking the Tao.

"If you are unwilling, I will not force you. Then let me make another suggestion: if my Su family ever encounters difficulties, would you be willing to lend a helping hand within your power?" Su Fuyao said.

The Su family's ancestral precept: Make many friends and eliminate few enemies.

The Su family has always been willing to befriend talented young cultivators, those skilled in various arts, and those with great potential.

First, ask if they are willing to keep the child. If not, then ask if they are willing to marry into the family. If that is also not the case, finally ask if they are willing to befriend them.

Most would be willing; few cultivators would refuse an olive branch from a celestial clan, especially since it doesn't involve any coercive demands, only seeking a helping hand within their capabilities.

"Do you still want the spirit stones?" Wang Mian asked after considering for a few moments.

Su Fuyao chuckled softly.

He looked Wang Mian up and down several more times, guessing, "Fellow Daoist Wang, you came down from Fallen Mountain, didn't you?"

Wang Mian's cautious and prudent approach, his willingness to leave when things go wrong, and his ability to assess the situation so carefully are all typical of the style of a cultivator from Luopo Mountain.

Only the cultivators of Luopo Mountain are so stingy with spirit stones.

It's not that the cultivators outside Luopo Mountain are generous and wealthy. The immortals also know that on Luopo Mountain, a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator might not have as many spirit stones as a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator at the foot of the mountain.

"Fellow Daoist Su has discerning eyes." Wang Mian readily admitted, "I agree to Fellow Daoist Su's suggestion. If I am able to do my part someday, I will certainly lend a hand."

The cultivators who come down from Luopo Mountain are indeed different from those outside, and the difference is easily noticeable.

To be strong against the weak and weak against the strong, to fight the few with the many, and to flee far away when outnumbered—these are all well-known fighting tactics of the cultivators of Fallen Mountain.

"How about you give me ten spirit stones for that dragon grass, fellow Daoist?"

"The original price is fine," Wang Mian said.

Mature dragon grass is not widely available on the market; most of it is used for alchemy. Spiritual herbs are usually priced at around thirty spirit stones, which he can afford.

Su Fuyao asked for fifty spirit stones, and Wang Mian would agree to save time and avoid the risks of the marketplace.

"Consider it a way for me to form a good relationship with Fellow Daoist Wang." Su Fuyao didn't generously offer spiritual medicine, but instead gave a price that another cultivator from Luopo Mountain could afford.

The reason why the Su family has been able to maintain peace and prosperity for so long is partly due to their extensive network of fellow Daoists.

She sent someone to fetch the elixir, and the box was placed on the wooden table next to Wang Mian. When Wang Mian opened the box, he saw a crystal-clear dragon grass lying inside.

The grass blades were covered with fine, scaly patterns and carried a strange scent, almost like that of a demonic beast.

Wang Mian put the spiritual medicine into his storage bag, then put down a wooden box containing spirit stones and a mother-child teleportation talisman: "Fallen Mountain, Green Bamboo Forest. If you ever need to find me in the future, you may send someone to me."

Having received the goods, he prepared to take his leave.

Rather than wasting time and breath here, he would prefer to return to the bamboo forest to practice his swordsmanship. Su Fuyao was beautiful, but compared to his Jinghong Sword, she was still somewhat inferior.

"Fellow Daoist, please take care." Su Fuyao had no intention of keeping the guest.

Cultivating good relationships is like playing a game of chess; being too deliberate is not admirable. Just make an attitude. She prefers spiritual cultivation to idle chatter and entertaining guests.

Wang Mian flew away on Bai Jiuniang's back. Su Fuyao reached out and took the wooden box left by Wang Mian. When she opened the lid, there were not ten spirit stones inside, but thirty.

She watched the figure disappear into the clouds and then put away the spirit stone and the Thousand-Mile Talisman.

..........

Bai Jiuniang, carrying Wang Mian, swooped down from the top of Jitou Mountain, then rose higher just before hitting the ground, channeling her demonic power and instantly transforming into a beam of light that shot into the distance.

One of the two female cultivators at the Immortal Guiding Platform was seen flying away into the distance and then disappearing from sight.

"If only I could be as carefree as that," the female cultivator, who was on duty all day, murmured to herself, propping her cheek up as she looked at the disappearing figure.

"Still living a carefree life? Without the protection of your family, someone with your looks wouldn't even be able to get into a brothel in the market, let alone have any menial sexual enhancements," the older female cultivator warned.

The young female cultivator's face darkened.

In the distance, Wang Mian was rapidly approaching Luopo Mountain. He glanced at the faint outline of Fenglei Valley from afar, his expression turning slightly cold.

Although several months had passed, Wang Mian had not forgotten the ambush and attack by the Bian family of Fenglei Valley, which almost cost him his life. He still had the scar on his chest from the Judge's Pen magic weapon that had pierced through him and then healed.

The Bian family has many cultivators at the sixth, fifth, and fourth levels of Qi Refining, and their strength should not be underestimated. He and Bai Jiuniang were outnumbered and outmatched, so Wang Mian temporarily put aside his plan to attack.

Revenge can wait. The Bian family has been running Fenglei Valley for generations; they can run away, but they can't hide.

"Let your family enjoy some peace for a while longer. After a while, things won't be so peaceful anymore." Gazing at Fenglei Valley, Wang Mian spoke softly, gently nudging Bai Jiuniang.

Knowing what was going on, Bai Jiuniang turned around and flew towards Luopo Mountain, heading straight for the bamboo forest.

Wang Mian needs to calm down and cultivate for a few more days to raise his cultivation to its current limit before making another trip to plan the middle part of the Lü Family Qi Refining Technique and continue his path.

Practice!

Wang Mian then devoted himself to the practice of swordsmanship and magic.

He was completely unaware that, in the distance, malice was beginning to creep in again, drawing ever closer.