Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Xuxian Sword Sect, Sect Master Hall.

"Elders, I have been brought to you. It is a blessing to have lived up to my destiny."

Bai Qingming cupped his fists and smiled at everyone.

Everyone nodded slightly, their eyes falling on Fang Chen.

Langya Wenqiu looked at Fang Chen with joy, but there was a hint of sigh in the eyes of Jing Yuehan beside him.

Many years ago, a young monk in a small ninth-grade empire was now standing here, becoming the contemporary swordsman of the Xuxian Sword Sect.

Whether it is cultivation or means, they far surpass her.

The sect leader, who only showed his side face, smiled lightly and said, "Fang Chen, have you become an immortal seedling?"

Everyone looked at Fang Chen intently. After all, the other party had stayed on the Ancient Immortal Road for several years, but the longest time limit in the records was no more than one year. Those who exceeded one year never left the Ancient Immortal Road.

They were very curious as to why Fang Chen was able to walk out of the Ancient Immortal Path a few years later, and what happened in the past few years?

Fang Chen thought for a while and said the words he had prepared:

"The disciple left the Ancient Immortal Road within a few days and traveled to other places over the years."

Everyone was slightly startled and left within a few days?

They thought that Fang Chen's golden elixir was only a white elixir, and that the Ancient Immortal Road seemed to focus more on qualifications, and some with poor qualifications were not even qualified for the test.

Could it be that the person in front of me was afraid of losing face, so he left the Ancient Demon Wasteland without saying a word or saying hello to his fellow disciples?

Zhang Ling and others looked at each other with slightly strange expressions.

Sword cultivators really value face, which is not surprising.

"It doesn't matter if you don't become an Immortal Seedling. We sword cultivators have always been discriminated against by the major immortal sects. If they don't accept you as an Immortal Seedling, it's because these Immortal Sects have no vision."

The leader of Xuxian Sword Sect coughed and changed the subject: "You should know that before you came back, we had appointed you as the sword leader. The canonization from Kyoto has been handed down, and all parties are aware of this matter."

Fang Chen nodded: "What are the benefits of becoming a sword leader?"

"..."

Zhang Ling frowned and said, "Don't you ask about the disadvantages first?"

"How could the Sword Sect trap its disciples? I trust you elders on this."

Fang Chen said.

The bearded swordsman laughed: "Okay, you are worthy of being a disciple of my Sword Sect. Of course there are benefits to becoming a sword master. From now on, you can receive one hundred middle-grade spiritual stones every year!"

One hundred middle-grade spiritual stones per year may not seem much at first glance, but the lifespan of a monk can be hundreds or hundreds of years. After calculation, it seems that the Xuxian Sword Sect's support for the sword head is not bad.

"Disciple, can I advance a hundred years of middle-grade spiritual stones?"

Fang Chen cupped his fists and bowed, his expression respectful.

"..."

The atmosphere in the sect master's hall suddenly became awkward. The elders of each peak looked at each other and asked for a hundred years of mid-grade spiritual stones in advance?

Isn’t this ten thousand middle-grade spiritual stones?

The master of the Void Immortal Sword Sect coughed a few times, and then said calmly: "The middle-grade spiritual stones consume a lot, and there are not many reserves in the sect now. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to advance for a hundred years, not to mention your cultivation level, even if it is One hundred middle-grade spiritual stones are enough for you to spend."

"Yes, even if I give you 10,000 medium-grade spiritual stones, you can only put them in the storage ring to see what use they can have."

Bearded Sword Cultivator.

Fang Chen can't explain to them that he has three thousand realms, and the middle-grade spiritual stone is very useful, right?

He thought for a while and then said: "Can we advance the eighty-year-old mid-grade spiritual stone?"

The leader of the Xuxian Sword Sect suddenly fell silent.

Fang Chen asked tentatively: "Sixty years?"

The disciples from all peaks were a little curious. Fang Chen was just a golden elixir, so why did he need so many middle-grade spiritual stones?

Seeing that the sect master still remained silent, Fang Chen asked again: "What about forty years?"

"well--"

The master of Xuxian Sword Sect sighed softly: "Don't you understand yet? Our Sword Sect simply cannot produce so many middle-grade spiritual stones. Even if we give you one hundred every year, it will be deducted from our annual share. "

A peak leader explained softly: "Fang Chen, you may not know that there are very few veins in the world that can mine medium-grade spiritual stones, so its stock is also very low.

Our Sword Sect owns seven immortal ruins in the Sea of ​​Immortals and Demons. Since we have few immortal seedlings, we allow some immortal seedlings to enter them by purchasing tickets and spending mid-grade spiritual stones.

This income is the bulk of the Sword Sect. With the middle-grade spiritual stones, we will be given priority to supply our cultivation. After deducting this share, there will not be many middle-grade spiritual stones left. "

"Let's do this. As the sword leader, your responsibilities are indeed far greater than mine. I can advance... ten years of middle-grade spiritual stones to you. No more."

The leader of the Xuxian Sword Sect said in a deep voice.

"Thank you, Master."

Fang Chen had a smile on his face and bowed with his fists.

He was thinking about ten years.

One thousand middle-grade spiritual stones can enter the Three Thousand Dao Realm twice, and you can start condensing the Nascent Soul.

"You step back, and I will wait for someone to send you the middle-grade spiritual stone."

The leader of the Xuxian Sword Sect waved his hand.

"Then the disciple will leave first."

Fang Chen nodded, turned around and left the sect master's hall.

Disciples from all peaks also left one after another. Langya Wenqiu and others immediately chased Fang Chen. They were curious that Fang Chen really hadn't stayed on the Ancient Immortal Road in the past few years?

Everyone left, leaving only the masters of the various peaks and the elders who taught the skills. These were either the middle third level or the upper third level.

The leader of the Xuxian Sword Sect directly spread his hands and said:

"Everyone, please join together. I can only produce eighty-middle-grade spiritual stones."

"Sect Master, you have eaten all the middle-grade spiritual stones over the years? You can only produce eighty middle-grade spiritual stones? Isn't that too fake?"

A flash of anger flashed in the bearded swordsman's eyes.

"It can't be fake, and it can't be true. You think the old Sword Immortal doesn't need to take medicine when he's injured. A few years ago, he had a sum of medium-grade spiritual stones that were used to buy holy-grade elixirs."

The leader of Xuxian Sword Sect sneered.

Everyone was stunned, and then you looked at me, and I looked at you. Each person was collecting dozens of middle-grade spiritual stones, and it was very difficult to collect a thousand medium-grade spiritual stones.

A peak master whispered: "How about trying to persuade Fang Chen? I really can't think of what he can do with a thousand middle-grade spiritual stones."

"For lower-level fourth-level monks, only low-grade spiritual stones are enough. Even if you want to break through the realm, you won't need so many middle-grade spiritual stones."

Someone nodded in agreement.

They felt so distressed, not because they felt sorry for themselves, but because they were afraid that these spiritual stones would be wasted by Fang Chen.

It's like the elders in the family suddenly want to give a large sum of money to the younger generation, and they are afraid of being defeated by the younger generation.

"That's all, Fang Chen is quite assertive. Maybe he really has a use for a thousand middle-grade spiritual stones, otherwise he wouldn't ask for them from us.

We, the elders, should support him if we can. He deserves these spiritual stones anyway. "

The leader of the Xuxian Sword Sect sighed, and then glanced at Bai Qingming who was squatting in the corner:

"You took these spirit stones and sent them to Fang Chen. After being out for so many years, you hid aside when you wanted to collect the spirit stones. How miserable are you?"

Bai Qingming bared his teeth and smiled, took the spirit stone, turned around and slipped out of the sect master's hall.