Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Tianmen Shanfang City is no longer as grand as it was a month ago. There are only a few monks passing by, looking very decadent.

The Wei family doesn't want to manage it either. Firstly, they don't have the intention, and secondly, they have more important things to do at the moment.

After Fang Qingyuan safely sent the guests to Tianmen Mountain, he heard the monks of the Wei family loudly soliciting casual cultivators in front of the pier:

"The Wei family is recruiting casual cultivators. In the early stage of Qi training, you will receive thirty spiritual stones per month, sixty in the mid-term, and one hundred in the later stages. Monks in the foundation-building stage will receive even more generous benefits. If you are interested, please come quickly."

Upon hearing this condition, some down-and-out casual cultivators gathered around and started asking if they could join.

The Wei family monks did not refuse anyone who came, and took them under their command one after another.

Fang Qingyuan frowned slightly when he saw this scene. In the past few days, the Wei family has been frantically recruiting casual cultivators from the past, and the treatment they received was as good as that of a disciple of the Beast Control Sect.

In the early stage of Qi refining, casual cultivators could offer thirty spirit stones, which completely disrupted the market.

Normal casual cultivators in the early stage of Qi refining can get five spiritual stones every month, which is already good. But this amount has increased six times. No wonder everyone is so excited.

However, when the Wei family offered this price, their plot was probably bigger. I was afraid that these casual cultivators would have the life to take the spirit stone, but not the life to spend it.

However, Fang Qingyuan didn't have to remind these casual cultivators. He just looked at them coldly. Everyone has their own destiny and it all depends on their own choices.

Back at home in the other courtyard, Fang Qingyuan settled the camel ray and went out to find Lao He.

He didn't like to owe people money and spiritual stones. After receiving the payment, he would send it to Lao He as soon as possible.

Lao He lived in a casual repair shack near the other courtyard, which looked very simple.

It stands to reason that monks should not live in such shabby houses, but in fact, people like Lao He have no choice.

The world of cultivating immortals is not a peaceful and prosperous time. There are calamity cultivators, monsters, demon cultivators, etc., and their lives are in danger if they encounter one.

Of course, mansions and compounds can be built in other places, but safety cannot be guaranteed. Although only shacks can be built here, it is right at the foot of the Tianshan Villa, so safety is very high.

For the sake of safety, it is acceptable to sacrifice some enjoyment. In fact, monks are indifferent and don't pay much attention to these external aspects.

For these shacks, Tianshan Villa will turn a blind eye or close an eye, but if you want to carry out large-scale construction, then you are simply short-sighted.

Arriving in front of Lao He's shack, Fang Qingyuan was about to knock on the door. As soon as he raised his finger, the door opened by itself, and a little head poked out:

"Uncle, who are you looking for?"

The child was about ten years old and had a delicate appearance. Fang Qingyuan thought he was a girl at first.

"Who are you, He Jisong?"

"That's my dad, he just went out."

Fang Qingyuan showed a warm smile and said to the child: "I have something to do with my father. I wonder if I can go in and wait?"

The child thought for a while, then Fang Qingyuan smiled, then closed the door hard, and Fang Qingyuan was rejected.

"My dad said you can't let strangers into the house. You should wait outside."

Fang Qingyuan's face stiffened, and then his smile returned. He wouldn't be angry with a child, so he could just wait.

"You bastard, come here and kneel down, kowtow to your Uncle Fang and admit your mistake!"

In the shack, Fang Qingyuan sat in the main seat, drinking tea and listening to Lao He, that is, He Jisong, discipline his children.

Seeing that the child was about to kneel down with a look of grievance on his face, Fang Qingyuan raised his hand lightly and the child could no longer kneel down.

"Lao He, why are you doing this? He was right to listen to you, so why should you punish him?"

"Having said that, I really feel sorry for letting fellow Taoist Fang wait for me outside the door for half an hour. You said something nice to me back then, so that I could avoid the physical pain. What should I say now?"

Fang Qingyuan smiled faintly, took out forty spiritual stones, spread them on the table, and said to He Jisong:

"It's a small matter, don't worry about it. This is the balance of your three hundred fruits. You can keep it."

He Jisong looked happy when he saw the spirit stone, then gritted his teeth and said:

"Fellow Daoist Fang, please take back these spirit stones. I want to ask you something. My child's qualifications are quite good. His earth spirit root is almost middle-grade, I think."

Fang Qingyuan put down the tea cup and waved his hand to signal Lao He to stay temporarily. The smile on his face disappeared and he said to He Jisong:

"There's no need to say the rest, Lao He, I know what you mean, but I can't do it. Let alone the fact that I'm just an outer disciple. Even if I become a core disciple, this matter can't be done without the words of the head of the academy."

Hearing Fang Qingyuan's words, Lao He was stunned for a moment, and then his face was full of bitterness. His son, among the five elements of spiritual roots, the earth spiritual root has the best qualifications, but he still almost reached the middle-grade spiritual root.

It is this gap that determines that his child cannot become a disciple of Yushoumen Tianshan Branch. If there is no special opportunity, I am afraid that he will only be a casual cultivator for the rest of his life.

If you are lucky, you will become the guest son-in-law of that monk family, but if you are not lucky, you will waste your life.

He Jisong was very high-spirited and started practicing Qi at the third level in his twenties. However, when he broke through to the fourth level, he was stuck for nearly twenty years, and there is still no hope of a breakthrough.

Ten years ago, he slowly began to accept his fate, took a mortal woman, and prepared to spread his business. However, when his wife was pregnant and about to give birth, Lao He felt the opportunity for a breakthrough and insisted on going out to search.

In the end, the opportunity was not found, and his wife died in childbirth, leaving him with only this flesh and blood. Suffering this blow, Lao He was even more devastated.

Now his only hope was placed on this child. Seeing that the three-year entrance examination was about to begin, Lao He met Fang Qingyuan, a disciple of Yushou Mountain, and wanted to establish a relationship.

Unfortunately, before he finished speaking, he was blocked back.

Seeing Lao He's expression, Fang Qingyuan sighed inwardly. It wasn't that he didn't want to help, but that he couldn't do it. He was just an outer disciple. What could he do in such a major matter of selection and examination?

The child seemed to feel his father's loss, so he cried and said:

"Father, I don't want to enter the beast-controlling sect. I want to stay with you forever."

Filial piety is commendable, but when you grow up, will you hate your father for being incompetent?

Fang Qingyuan thought for a while, then he stood up and said:

"Let's do this for today. Collect the spiritual stones. After half a month, we will purchase three hundred red lotus fruits."

He Jisong quickly stood up to see them off, and then said to Fang Qingyuan:

"I was the one who was rude. Don't take it to heart, fellow Taoist Fang. Don't worry about the fruit. I will do my best to handle it properly."

Fang Qingyuan nodded. Before leaving the house, he turned to look at the tearful child and asked:

"What's your name?"

The child wiped his tears, showed a stubborn look, and shouted loudly:

"My name is He Yu. A gentleman is like jade, warm and lustrous. A gentleman is like water, useful things are dirty."

Listening to He Yu's recitation, Fang Qingyuan laughed, turned around and left the place. The magic sword flew out of the storage bag and landed at his feet. He jumped into the air and swayed away.

After he flew away for a long time, He Yu was still carrying him murmuringly.