Liver Proficiency from Immortality

"I wonder what Daoist Cui has to do with me?"

Cui Fengsheng was about to die, and instead of spending his last days with his family, he came to find him. Zhang Wuyan probably knew what he wanted to do.

Cui Fengsheng knelt down towards Zhang Wuyan without saying a word.

Zhang Wuyan's figure moved, flew behind Cui Fengsheng, and said indifferently: "Friend Cui, I have something to say. If you do this, I will drive you away."

Does he think Zhang Wuyan is a fool for kneeling down without saying anything?

Although Zhang Wuyan could still ignore any of Cui Fengsheng's requests, Zhang Wuyan was obviously more willing not to even kneel down.

What Cui Fengsheng asked for must not be a trivial matter, but a major matter related to his life.

Seeing that Zhang Wuyan was not even bowed down by him, Cui Fengsheng sighed in his heart. He originally wanted to use Zhang Wuyan through moral kidnapping, but it seemed that it was not possible and he had to use another method.

Cui Fengsheng stood up and said with a helpless smile: "Fellow Daoist Lin, I have no choice but to comply with my last wish."

"Tell me something."

Zhang Wuyan's eyes were cold.

Originally, he was regarded as a colleague. If he had any trouble, Zhang Wuyan wouldn't mind helping him as long as he didn't get into trouble.

But he dared to kidnap himself morally, so there was nothing more to say. Zhang Wuyan didn't even bother to give him a good look.

Cui Fengsheng saw Zhang Wuyan was angry and said sarcastically: "Friend Lin, I am not going to die soon. I would like to ask you to accept my grandson as your disciple and protect my Cui family."

Zhang Wuyan's face was expressionless, and he was sneering in his heart, protecting your Cui family? Why?

Your grandson is not my grandson.

You treat him as a treasure, but I don't treat him as a treasure.

Cui Fengsheng also knew that it was impossible to ask others to take risks with just one sentence, let alone someone as timid as Zhang Wuyan who was afraid of death.

Taking a deep breath, Cui Fengsheng took out a storage bag and placed it on the table.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, don't refuse in a hurry. Please take a look at the contents of the storage bag first."

Afraid of Zhang Wuyan's direct rejection, Cui Fengsheng hurriedly said.

Zhang Wuyan picked up the storage bag and input mana into it. Suddenly a small space with a length, width and height of half a foot appeared. There were spiritual stones, elixirs, and even a low-grade magic weapon inside.

"As long as Fellow Daoist Lin swears to Heaven to protect my Cui family until death, these things will belong to Fellow Daoist Lin."

Cui Fengsheng said with a pained face that this was one-third of his Cui family's wealth. If he hadn't been dying, he wouldn't have been able to take it out for the sake of the Cui family's future.

Zhang Wuyan laughed dumbly, protecting your Cui family until death? Do you know how long my life is?

Zhang Wuyan put the storage bag back on the table without taking anything.

The reason why he looked at it was not because he wanted what was inside, but to try out the feel of the storage bag. After all, he had never touched a storage bag.

There is always a first time in life, you still have to experience it.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, you..."

Seeing Zhang Wuyan put the storage bag back, Cui Fengsheng said quickly: "This is already 70% of the wealth of my Cui family, I have nothing more."

He thought Zhang Wuyan was greedy and wanted more, and deliberately exaggerated the contents.

Zhang Wuyan shook his head, "Fellow Daoist Cui, please ask Gao Ming."

Regardless of 30% or 70%, even if Cui Fengsheng handed over all the Cui family's wealth to him, he would not agree to protect the Cui family.

If the Cui family was just an ordinary Jianghu family, he could provide some protection.

However, the Cui family involves immortal cultivators, and he is the weakest among the immortal cultivators, so there is no need to cause trouble for himself.

Not to mention that Cui Fengsheng asked him to protect the Cui family until his death, not even for a year!

Cui Fengsheng's expression changed, and he said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist Lin, just make an offer. What else do you want before you can agree to my request?"

He still thought Zhang Wuyan wanted more.

Zhang Wuyan sighed, not wanting to get angry with this person who was about to die, "Fellow Daoist Cui, don't you know me yet? I am timid and afraid of death. I don't even dare to leave Mist Mountain City. How can I protect your family?" "

"You'd better hire someone else."

Zhang Wuyan sent Cui Fengsheng out.

Cui Fengsheng left blankly. He didn't expect that Zhang Wuyan was not greedy, but really afraid of death.

"waste!"

After walking far away, Cui Fengsheng cursed in a low voice, and then his eyes were full of despair. Zhang Wuyan was unwilling to help, who else could he turn to?

It's not that he doesn't know more powerful immortal cultivators, but he can't believe the character of those people. If he begs those people, they will probably eat up the Cui family and wipe them out, and in the end they won't protect the Cui family.

He saw Zhang Wuyan's kind personality and believed in Zhang Wuyan's character, so he came to see Zhang Wuyan.

But he didn't expect that Zhang Wuyan, who used to be very kind, would be so cold and ruthless on this matter, not even giving him any room for negotiation.

All his plans failed.

"Cui family..."

Zhang Wuyan watched Cui Fengsheng leave. If Cui Fengsheng didn't handle his funeral affairs well, the entire Cui family might be wiped out, leaving no one behind.

It depends on what Cui Fengsheng should do.

A few days later, Cui Fengsheng came again, but this time he was not alone. He was accompanied by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in fine clothes.

The boy was young and average-looking, but there was a lot of arrogance on his face.

Zhang Wuyan has seen a lot of people like this in the secular world. Children who have been pampered since childhood almost all look like this when they grow up.

Zhang Wuyan knew at a glance that he was Cui Fengsheng's precious grandson. He sighed inwardly, it seemed that Cui Fengsheng didn't know how to teach children.

It's okay for Cui Fengsheng's grandson to be arrogant in the secular world. After all, he is an immortal cultivator, and with Cui Fengsheng's grandfather protecting him, there will be almost no problems.

But if he doesn't know how to restrain himself when he reaches the world of immortality, he may have hard days ahead, and he may not even be able to live for long.

After all, he is only at the bottom of the immortal world, not at the top like in the mortal world.

"This is Fellow Daoist Lin. He will be your neighbor from now on. Please call me Senior Lin."

Cui Fengsheng introduced Zhang Wuyan to his precious grandson, and also introduced his grandson's name, which was Cui Feitian.

It can be seen from the name Cui Feitian that Cui Fengsheng has high expectations for his grandson, hoping that he will soar into the sky.

Cui Feitian glanced at Zhang Wuyan casually, "Fellow Daoist Lin."

Zhang Wuyan responded with a smile, "Xiao Cui is friendly."

Cui Fengsheng shouted: "I asked you to call me Senior Lin. From now on, when you meet anyone with a higher level of cultivation than you, you will call me Senior."

Forced to have no choice, Cui Fei Tian reluctantly called out "Senior Lin".

In fact, it was impossible for him to regard Zhang Wuyan as a senior in his heart, and he even looked down on Zhang Wuyan completely.

He learned from his grandfather that Zhang Wuyan was already in his forties and had only broken through to the fourth level of Qi training a few years ago. Is such a person worthy of being a senior?

It won't be long before he surpasses this so-called Senior Lin.

Both Cui Fengsheng and Zhang Wuyan could see his reluctance, and Cui Fengsheng could only smile bitterly.

If he was given some more time, he might be able to correct Cui Feitian's arrogance, but it was impossible now, there was no such time.

He still has many things to arrange.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, please teach Feitian in the future."

Cui Fengsheng looked at Zhang Wuyan pleadingly.

Zhang Wuyan nodded casually. As long as Cui Feitian was willing to listen, Zhang Wuyan still didn't mind helping him a little. After all, he was the grandson of a colleague for many years, and there was still a trace of affection. Zhang Wuyan was not really completely cold and heartless.

But if Cui Feitian doesn't listen, there will be nothing Zhang Wuyan can do.

Cui Feitian next to him curled his lips disdainfully, "You teach me?" Is it worthy?

Cui Fengsheng took Cui Feitian away and went to see other colleagues, hoping that they could occasionally help Cui Feitian.

Zhang Wuyan vaguely guessed Cui Fengsheng's arrangement, which was to let Cui Feitian come here to farm with the treasures he left behind, and dismiss the Cui family in the mortal world. In this way, even if the Cui family in the mortal world is destroyed, as long as Cui Feitian is still alive and If the cultivation is successful, then the Cui family will not really be destroyed.

This arrangement is not bad, it just depends on what Cui Feitian will do after Cui Fengsheng dies.

If Cui Feitian could really farm and practice with peace of mind, no one would dare to touch him except the Hong family in Miaoshanfang City.

The Hong family would not destroy their credibility just for the little money he had.

But, can Cui Feitian stay there honestly?

Zhang Wuyan thought of his arrogant look, and the future of the Cui family was not optimistic.

A few days later, the news of Cui Fengsheng's death came, and Zhang Wuyan and others could only sigh.

Cui Feitian lived in the hut where Cui Fengsheng lived, and Cui Fengsheng applied for an acre of spiritual land for him.

With Cui Feitian's strength, which has just entered the first level of Qi training, taking care of even an acre of spiritual land is not an easy task.

For Cui Fengsheng's sake, Zhang Wuyan walked over, thinking of giving him some advice and helping him make a spiritual rain.

However, before Zhang Wuyan arrived, Cui Feitian laughed and said: "Lin Fan, don't think that you can really teach me when my grandfather asked you to teach me. Go look in the mirror and see if you have that ability."

Zhang Wuyan, "..."

Damn you.

I guess I took the wrong medicine.

If this wasn't in Misty Mountain City, I would have killed you first before others came to kill you.

Zhang Wuyan left without saying a word.

After a few days, Zhang Wuyan chatted with other farming colleagues and discovered that Cui Feitian had not only ridiculed him, but also ridiculed everyone who wanted to help him.

It can be said that the connections left to him by his grandfather were completely exhausted with just a few words from him.

Not only did he use up the favor, but he even offended others.

If nothing else, he is an absolute genius in this regard.

From then on, no one tried to help him.

There were even two mean-spirited guys who took advantage of Cui Feitian's practice to throw insects from their own spiritual field into Cui Feitian's spiritual field.

Zhang Wuyan saw it, but said nothing.

Cui Feitian would laugh at him if he said that. He is not a person who likes to have a warm face but a cold butt.

However, Cui Feitian is a bit arrogant, but at least there is no problem with his brain. He has always stayed in Mist Mountain City and never left for a moment.

Obviously, Cui Fengsheng had emphasized to him that as long as he left Miaoshanfang City, he would definitely die.

Who in Misty Mountain City doesn’t know that he is rich?

A weak immortal cultivator at the first level of Qi training without any background. He has at least one low-grade magic weapon, dozens or hundreds of low-grade spiritual stones, as well as elixirs, talismans and other things. I want to kill him to get the treasure. There are so many people.

Zhang Wuyan had seen many people moving around Lingtian, much more than those who came to Lingtian before. There was no doubt that they were here to monitor Cui Feitian.

As soon as Cui Feitian leaves Miaoshanfang City, death awaits him.

"So many people are interested in Cui Feitian, is it enough?"

Zhang Wuyan was speechless.

Those people with evil intentions don't care about so many people. Whether or not they can divide the treasure is a matter for later. Kill Cui Feitian first and then consider dividing the treasure.

It’s time to harvest spiritual rice again.

Cui Feitian looked at his spiritual field with a very ugly expression.

From just one acre of spiritual land, he could say that he had gained nothing.

There's no way around it.

Who made his spiritual field full of weeds and bugs? If the spiritual rain hasn’t fallen yet, wouldn’t there be no harvest?

After Zhang Wuyan delivered the spiritual rice to Hong Yan, he moved a small bench and sat at the junction of his spiritual field and Cui Feitian's spiritual field, and started watching the show.

Although there is a sense of gloating in this way, Zhang Wuyan will not feel guilty.

I just gloat over misfortune, don’t you agree?

Several other farming colleagues moved tables and benches to watch the show together. Everyone sat around the table, drinking tea, eating melon seeds and chatting. Their laughter spread far and wide in the spiritual field.

Cui Feitian on the other side couldn't laugh anymore.

There is no harvest from the Lingtian, so according to the rules of the Hong family, there will naturally be a fine.

Fines will be imposed based on the standard of one thousand kilograms of rice per mu.

For every two hundred kilograms missing, a fine of one low-grade spiritual stone will be imposed.

Cui Feitian's spiritual field yielded no grain, which means it was missing a thousand kilograms, and he was fined five pieces of low-grade spiritual stones.

"Pay the money."

Hong Jian looked at Cui Feitian and felt helpless when he remembered the benefits Cui Fengsheng had given him.

If Cui Feitian was not far behind, he would just pretend that it didn't happen and help him deal with it casually. He could even help Cui Feitian fill the vacancy.

But Cui Feitian didn't even grow a pound of spiritual rice, and Hong Jian didn't know how to help him even if he wanted to.

The gap of one thousand kilograms was too big, and he didn't dare to hide it.

If it's found out, he won't be able to reap the benefits.

The benefits Cui Fengsheng gave him were not enough for him to take such a risk.

Cui Feitian handed over five low-grade spiritual stones with an ugly expression, glanced coldly at Zhang Wuyan and others who were watching the excitement, and returned to his room angrily.

Hong Jian walked up to Zhang Wuyan and others and sighed: "Cui Feitian is Cui Fengsheng's grandson after all. He doesn't look at the monk's face but the Buddha's face, so you should help him."

A farming colleague who was eating melon seeds said: "Manager Hong, you have wronged us. We wanted to help him, but not only did he not want our help, he also mocked us. How do you think we can help? We can't be too hot. Why don't you put your face on the cold ass?"

"Yes, yes, people don't appreciate it, what can we do?"

Hong Yan was startled, "Is there such a thing? If it's true, then he deserves it. Cui Fengsheng can't blame you for crawling out of the coffin."