Mortal: Transmigrated into Han Li, becoming a person with five spiritual roots

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Star City, Stardust Street.

As one of the central areas of Tianxing City.

Monks came and went, shoulder to shoulder, and even the smallest stall was quite expensive to rent.

This is not something an ordinary cultivator can handle.

The entire Tianxing City is built on an island, so it is not all flat land.

Besides the Twin Sacred Mountains, the symbol of Tianxing City,

There are also several small hills, with a beautiful environment and excellent views.

The buildings on it are mostly exceptionally magnificent.

Not far from Stardust Street, there is a hill.

Then you can see a small area of ​​elegant and exquisite buildings, built against the mountain, with plain-colored pavilions arranged in layers, and pavilions and terraces scattered in a well-organized manner, surrounded by some unknown flowers and plants.

It appears luxurious yet exquisite.

This is the headquarters of the Miaoyin Sect.

At this moment, in a pavilion of the Miaoyin Sect.

A melodious musical instrument sound rang out, and several beautiful young female cultivators dressed in purple dresses were dancing gracefully in the building.

The young female cultivators moved gracefully, revealing large expanses of fair skin and long, slender legs with every gesture, exuding a captivating allure.

What a vibrant and enticing scene!

Opposite the female cultivator, in the main seat, sat a middle-aged cultivator with a bulbous nose and dressed in dark yellow robes.

It was Zhao Zheng.

He sat on either side of two young girls from the Miaoyin Sect, their faces delicate and beautiful, dressed in purple gauze, through which their pinkish skin could be vaguely seen.

Zhao Zheng's rough, large hands were constantly caressing the fair skin of the girl beside him.

Soon, a blush appeared on the girl's pink cheeks on the right.

Faint moans could be heard from inside the hall.

"Senior, have another drink."

The girl on the left raised her delicate little wine glass, drank it, and then kissed Zhao Zheng's slightly chapped lips.

The wine flowed from the girl's pink lips, enhancing its flavor.

Since becoming an elder of the Miaoyin Sect, in addition to embezzling property, he has often indulged in drinking and merrymaking within the sect.

The female disciples of the Miaoyin Sect are all carefully selected, of the highest quality, and each has a unique style.

He can't resist!

But then, Zhao Zheng seemed to have thought of something.

A flash of anger crossed his face.

It was originally agreed that he and his friend would jointly manage the Miaoyin Sect!

However, it was all ruined by a young man who had just formed his core!

How much of the profits will have to be distributed?

Moreover, I've heard that this kid has quite a background.

Damn it.

Upon realizing this, Zhao Zheng's anger intensified, and he unconsciously tightened his grip.

"what!"

A soft gasp came from the right, and five dark purple handprints had appeared on the smooth, white waist of the girl in his arms.

There were even faint traces of blood.

The girl's body trembled slightly, and tears seemed to well up in her eyes. Although it hurt a lot, she dared not make a sound.

Fearing that he might offend the Core Formation cultivator before him!

Upon hearing the exclamation, Zhao Zheng instinctively looked over, a fiery glint flashing in his eyes.

If he hadn't not yet completely taken control of the Miaoyin Sect, he would have already forced himself on her!

"Elder Zhao, please be gentle~ You're hurting Xiaoyue."

Just then, a mature and charming voice came from outside the building.

Immediately afterwards, a female cultivator walked towards them.

She wore a purple palace dress, her skin was fair and white, her lips were full and red, her eyes held a seductive charm, and her every move exuded a captivating allure.

What's most alluring is her incredibly slender waist and curvaceous figure.

What a captivating and alluring young woman!

This person is Fan Jingmei, the Left Envoy of the Miaoyin Sect, with a peak Foundation Establishment stage cultivation.

"Ahem, Left Envoy Fan, what brings you here?"

Upon seeing the female cultivator, Zhao Zheng immediately released the girl in his arms and stood up.

He doesn't yet have a deep grasp on the Miaoyin Sect, so he can't act recklessly.

Moreover, if I'm not mistaken, that kid who just formed his core will be here soon.

"Elder Zhao, you're being too polite. If it's nothing important, can't I come to have a drink with you?"

Fan Jingmei walked slowly to Zhao Zheng's side, circled around him, and said coquettishly.

The delicate gold chain on her chest swayed slightly as she moved.

"Haha, okay."

"Then, Left Envoy, please have a couple more drinks with me!"

Zhao Zheng laughed heartily, grabbed Fan Jingmei's hand, and sat down.

Fan Jingmei was startled by the sudden action, but quickly regained her usual charm, sat closer to Zhao Zheng, and poured him a glass of wine.

"Elder Zhao, come, have a drink with me."

Her alluring voice rang out, and Zhao Zheng was in a very good mood.

"Come on, drink!"

Zhao Zheng took the glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Although Fan Jingmei was very close, there was always a very small distance between them.

Of course, none of this could escape Zhao Zheng's notice.

He is, after all, a Core Formation cultivator!

After living for hundreds of years, even a fool would become shrewd.

Zhao Zheng had long coveted the Miaoyin Sect, including Fan Jingmei.

In his view, everything here would be his sooner or later!

The two drank a few more glasses.

Seeing that Zhao Zheng was in a good mood, Fan Jingmei's mature and charming voice rang out again:

"Elder Zhao, our Miaoyin Sect's merchant ships have been robbed several times these past two times. As the only Core Formation cultivator in the Miaoyin Sect, you must avenge me!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zheng glanced lightly at the beauty beside him, put down his wine glass, and his voice became somewhat indifferent:

"Minister Fan, I haven't had a chance to ask you yet, why are merchant ships being hijacked more and more frequently lately?"

"One of my Foundation Establishment cultivators has perished!"

The atmosphere instantly became awkward; Fan Jingmei's smile vanished, and she seemed somewhat saddened.

"It's all because of that Fallen Dragon Gang! Relying on their leader being a Core Formation cultivator, they completely disregard the Myriad Sounds Sect!"

"The Fallen Dragon Gang, I've heard of that gang. They make a living by attacking passing ships. Their leader successfully formed his Core form decades ago, and used a secret technique to kill a lone Core form cultivator. He's quite skilled!"

"To deal with such a killing god, I think it's best for the Myriad Sounds Sect to keep their course a little further away!"

Zhao Zheng said expressionlessly.

"But Elder Zhao is here~ When he takes action, he will surely be able to turn the tide and avert disaster."

Upon hearing this, Fan Jingmei smiled again, her lips curving upwards, and gently tapped Zhao Zheng's chest with her pale purple folding fan.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zheng wore a half-smile.

next moment.

"what!"

Fan Jingmei's delicate, fair chin was grabbed directly by Zhao Zheng's rough hand, causing her to turn pale and let out a gasp.

"Hmph! Left Envoy Fan, do you think everyone else is a fool? If it weren't for my help, the Wonderful Sound Sect would have been completely devoured long ago!"

"Who gave you the right to stir up trouble!"

Zhao Zheng gently shook his hand away and turned his head away.

Fan Jingmei's fair skin immediately turned slightly red.

She frowned slightly, gently touching the sore spot with her delicate hand, a flash of annoyance and fear crossing her face.

But soon, her eyes flickered, and those emotions seemed to vanish instantly.

A gentle smile returned to Fan Jingmei's face.

"Oh dear, Elder Zhao, what are you saying? How could I possibly have any disloyal intentions towards you?"

Fan Jingmei gently stroked Zhao Zheng's chest with her slender fingers, helping him calm down.

"When Sect Master Ziling fails to form her core in the future, won't the entire Miaoyin Sect, and even I, belong to you?"

Fan Jingmei gently blew a breath of warm air into Zhao Zheng's ear, a fleeting look of disgust in her eyes.

Zhao Zheng was very receptive to this, and his expression softened.

"However, the Fallen Dragon Gang has gone too far, attacking my Myriad Sounds Sect's merchant ships twice already. There's really nothing we can do."

"Their leader only recently reached the Core Formation stage; how can he compare to you?"

Feeling the faint fragrance of the beauty beside him, Zhao Zheng knew it was a compliment, but a smug look still flashed across his face.

"Besides, you also have a share of this goods, don't you?"

Fan Jingmei pressed her advantage.

"What you say is true. The Fallen Dragon Gang is indeed a problem, and we have to get rid of them."

After listening, Zhao Zheng nodded slightly, agreeing with Fan Jingmei's words.

but.

Is it really necessary to waste favors and invite other Core Formation cultivators just because of the Fallen Dragon Gang and a Core Formation early stage cultivator?

It seems the price was too high.

Zhao Zheng fell into deep thought.

Just then, a female disciple burst in.

"Who let you in?"

Zhao Zheng was somewhat angry.

"Reporting to Elder...Left Envoy Fan, an elder from the Star Palace has arrived at the door and is waiting."

The female disciple's voice trembled slightly.

"Elder Xinggong, what's his name?"

After exchanging a glance, Zhao Zheng asked Fan Jingmei.

"Han Li!"

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