Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

The deck of the building was very lively tonight, with hundreds of tables set up, and even the monks from the heavenly and earth-level quiet rooms showed up.

The table prepared by Mr. Xu and his family was at the outermost edge. Seeing Fang Chen sit down, the huge stone hanging in Mr. Xu's heart quietly settled.

The deck is divided into several areas, which are clearly distinguishable from each other.

Each of the ship passengers who lived in the Heavenly Quiet Room seemed to be someone not to be trifled with, and their auras were as thick as the abyss and the sea.

The last time he was a Jindan monk.

The guests in the Earth-level Quiet Rooms will be a little different, but they are also the basis for foundation building, and many of them are foundation building Dzogchen.

They seemed to be looking for an opportunity to toast to Jin Dan's table and try to build a relationship.

The area where Fang Chen was located seemed very ordinary. Most of them were foundation builders with a group of Qi refiners.

There are many people with families, and those who are alone will not show up today. They are all practicing in seclusion in the quiet room.

Even the dishes on the table were much shabby compared to those on the Jindan table, but they didn't care and were very happy.

Every year that passes is one step closer to the beginning.

"Mr. Xu, is this your nephew too? Why have I never seen him before?"

Several Zhujis at the next table glanced this way, and there was a hint of surprise in their eyes when they saw Fang Chen.

Xu Laogang was about to speak, but Fang Chen shook his head slightly, so he had no choice but to nod with a forced smile, intending to fool him.

Unexpectedly, those Ji Zhu felt that it was not lively enough and suggested that they put the tables together and celebrate the New Year together.

Saying this, several tables were put together, and it was indeed a lot more lively.

"Mr. Xu, I heard something. It seems that Senior Chen got off the ship and never boarded it again. He and his men seem to have disappeared."

A foundation-building god whispered mysteriously: "This is a good thing for you."

One of the Ji Zhu snorted coldly: "I will only be applauded if I never board the ship again. I am a golden elixir, but I am doing low-level things."

"Fellow Daoist Nantian, you have to be careful what you say, don't let others hear you, or you may get into trouble."

The words of that Foundation Establishment immediately caused the expressions of several Foundation Establishments present to change drastically, and they all whispered advice.

Nan Tian sneered: "So what if I hear this? Since this guy is not on the ship, am I still afraid of the monsters under his command?"

"Fellow Taoist Nantian's temper is as bad as ever."

You Zhuji sighed, and then inadvertently changed the topic, unwilling to continue talking about this matter.

They shared what they saw and heard on the road at the table, occasionally discussed some practice experiences, and toasted each other a glass of wine from time to time.

This is how monks celebrate the New Year. In fact, it is not much different from ordinary people, except that ordinary people talk about family affairs.

Fang Chen listened with great interest, and if someone proposed a toast, he would drink it without hesitation.

"Mr. Xu, does this junior of yours have any breath-taking magic weapon?"

One of the foundation builders suddenly glanced at Fang Chen and asked curiously.

Mr. Xu secretly cursed in his heart, asking you to mind your own business?

He smiled and didn't know how to explain it.

Fang Chen smiled and said, "There is indeed a magic weapon for holding breath."

"No wonder, why can't I see how much cultivation you have? Judging from your age, you shouldn't be that old, right? What level of Qi refining are you at?"

The Ji Zhu asked curiously.

"Everyone, let me see..."

Mr. Xu quickly spoke up and prepared to change the topic.

But he heard Fang Chen say slowly: "The early stage of foundation building."

Early stage of foundation building! ?

Mr. Xu and others were stunned, as were the other foundation builders and their juniors, all with strange looks on their faces.

"Sir, he definitely has more than just foundation building skills. It seems that he wants to hide this matter."

Mr. Xu and others thought secretly.

"He is actually in the early stage of foundation building..."

"You still look so young... Where can the Xu family cultivate such talents?"

Several other foundation builders looked at each other, and one of them asked tentatively:

"Fellow Taoist, you and Mr. Xu..."

"Oh, when Mr. Xu saw that I was alone, he invited me here to have a New Year's Eve dinner."

Fang Chen smiled.

"Look at the few of us who misunderstood fellow Taoist fellow Taoist Master Xu as his descendants, which made fellow Taoist fellow Taoist laugh."

Several Ji Zhuji had sly smiles on their faces.

One of the Ji Zhu stared at Fang Chen for several times and suddenly asked, "Do you have a Taoist companion?"

"There is no Taoist companion."

Fang Chen shook his head.

"In that case, what do you think of my granddaughter? She has been practicing for thirty-seven years, and now she has reached the tenth level of Qi refining. She is not weak in terms of talent."

The Ji Zhu's eyes lit up.

A very young-looking female cultivator next to her was stunned, and then two blushes immediately appeared on her cheeks, and she quietly looked at Fang Chen with her peripheral vision.

Mr. Xu and his grandchildren all rolled their eyes.

Fang Chen was also stunned and smiled: "I haven't considered this matter yet."

The foundation builder wanted to speak, but was shut up after the female cultivator scolded her for a few times.

"Are you happy today? The shipowner asked me to send you some New Year gifts."

A group of people came over, led by a middle-aged man in green robes, followed by a monk named Zhou.

I saw pots of wine filled with spiritual energy being brought to everyone's table.

When Mr. Xu and others saw the middle-aged man in green robe, their expressions were slightly frightened, and they all stood up and bowed with fists.

Even the monks sitting inside also stood up, including the boat passengers from the heavenly quiet room.

When the monk surnamed Zhou passed by Fang Chen, he looked at him with a deep look in his eyes.

Then he followed the middle-aged man in green robe to where the group of golden elixirs were and chatted with them.

"Senior Chi is a ruthless man. With him in charge, this route has not had any major incidents for many years."

There was a foundation builder at Fang Chen's table who couldn't help but sigh when he saw the other party walking away.

Fang Chen glanced at the middle-aged man in green robe. With his late-stage Jindan cultivation, he was a master no matter where he was.

It is more than enough to control a route.

"It's a pity that he didn't let some evil spirits cause trouble."

There was a hint of drunkenness on Nan Tian's face. He had been the most drunk just now, and now he said to himself with a sarcastic look on his face.

Everyone's expressions changed.

It's okay if Chen Sheng is not on the ship, but Chi Jindan is on the ship now. What will happen if Nan Tian's words reach his ears?

I'm afraid it's easy to be thrown overboard...

At this moment, a Ji Zhu suddenly turned around and looked, his face suddenly turned pale.

I saw monk surnamed Zhou standing behind everyone at some point, holding a wine glass in his hand and looking at Nan Tian with a sneer.

Nan Tian didn't know it yet, but he was still cursing in a low voice, as if he was venting his depression.

Fang Chen has determined that this foundation builder must have been tricked by Chen Sheng, otherwise he would not be so disgusted with Chen Sheng.

"Shipman, if you have any dissatisfaction with my uncle, why don't you say it again in front of my uncle?"

The monk surnamed Zhou spoke slowly.

Nan Tian was slightly startled and glanced at the monk surnamed Zhou with drunken eyes. The drunkenness on his face faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What did I just say?"

Nantian Zhuji glanced at everyone.

Everyone looked strange.

When Mr. Xu saw this, he immediately raised his glass with an apologetic smile and said, "Don't blame me, fellow Taoist Zhou. Fellow Taoist Nantian just drank a little too much. What I said was unintentional..."

The monk surnamed Zhou looked at Mr. Xu, "Do you want to explain for him? Okay, come with me to see my uncle."

Everyone in the Xu family was suddenly startled, with a hint of fear on their faces.

That Chi Jindan is much stronger than Chen Sheng!

"What happened?"

A faint voice sounded, and all the golden elixirs on the table were looking at Mr. Xu. The person who spoke was the middle-aged man in green robe.

Upon seeing this, the monk surnamed Zhou immediately clasped his fists and said, "Uncle, I heard them talking about you, saying that you allowed evil spirits to run rampant on the ship."

As soon as these words came out, the originally lively atmosphere on the deck suddenly turned cold.