Fast Transmigration: Perfect Life

Chen Sufeng looked at the empty treasure house.

Poor thing, the treasury is as bleak as if it had been robbed, no, even thieves don't look down on this little thing.

Chen Sufeng turned his head and asked the old man: "Grandpa Kang, why is it so small?"

The old man replied: "The spirit stone was originally used to maintain the operation of the formation and other expenses, but it was already stretched. If it can't be maintained later, the formation will be abandoned."

Chen Sufeng stood there blankly, he never thought that this was the predicament he encountered when traveling through this world.

poverty!

The Taiqing faction is too poor!

The most important thing for cultivating is spiritual energy, and the spiritual stones used to store spiritual energy are even more important. Without money, how can we talk about revitalizing the Taiqing sect? Without money, how to recruit disciples, how to attract masters and strong people, the cultivation of monks is inseparable Lingshi, a spirit vein can attract many practitioners, but the Taiqing faction has nothing!

Chen Sufeng took a deep breath and asked the old man, "Grandpa Kang, how do you earn spirit stones?"

"In the mortal world, you can only earn two silver coins." The old man understood what Chen Sufeng meant, and said again: "To earn spirit stones, you can only become the guardian thugs of some families. You can get 15 yuan a year for low-grade or middle-grade spirits Shi, but young master, you cannot practice."

The meaning behind is self-evident——

He can't practice, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to become a thug.

Chen Sufeng sighed and walked out of the treasure house, wandered around outside in a daze, and finally returned to his room.

He lay on the bed, tossing and turning, thinking about how to earn Lingshi all night, his mind only fell into a light sleep, when it was dawn, Chen Sufeng sat up and stared at the ground in front of him.

Spirit Stone.

Among other things, hundreds of spirit stones are needed here just to operate the formation, and they need to be replenished every day. If things go on like this, the spirit stones will be consumed a lot, so a spirit vein must be needed to support it, and good spirit veins are all used by big families. Zongmen controls.

Without strength, there is nothing, so——

"system."

Chen Sufeng raised his head and called the system, but he didn't expect to need the system's help so soon.

System: "To."

Chen Sufeng said word by word: "I want to become a genius, an amazing genius!"

"no problem."

The system immediately helped him transform this body. Sitting cross-legged, Chen Sufeng could feel the impurities in his body being removed little by little, and he could keenly feel the spiritual energy floating between heaven and earth.

When Chen Sufeng woke up, he found that he was smelly all over, so he hurried to take a bath.After he came out of the room, he took the qi training formula and started to practice from scratch.

Feeling the spiritual energy gathered towards him, he finally entered the path of cultivation. He mobilized the spiritual energy to circulate in the meridians for a week, and then meditated to adjust his breath.

Chen Sufeng went out and was still thinking about the Lingshi while walking on the road. He was thinking about how to quickly earn Lingshi with his head down, when he suddenly heard a quarrel in front of him.

Chen Sufeng walked over following the sound, and saw the disciples of the Taiqing Sect headed by Mao Xifeng standing in the open space, arguing with some disciples who were obviously dressed more gorgeously.

Mao Xifeng looked angry, "What are you talking about, you are not allowed to insult the Taiqing faction!"

These foreign disciples looked proud and arrogant, and they all whistled. The man teased: "It's the truth, why don't you let people tell you? I said that your head is useless, and Zhang Lingxu is even more useless! Too There is no one useful from top to bottom of the Qing sect, so let's disband this trash sect as soon as possible, so as to save space."

Mao Xifeng's anger ignited with a "chuckle", "What did you say! Say it again!"

The man had no scruples when he heard the words, and said loudly on purpose: "Why, can't you hear me? Then I will say it again." He put his hands next to his mouth and said loudly: "The head of the Taiqing sect is useless, Zhang Ling Xu is even a piece of trash!"

Mao Xifeng couldn't bear it, and was about to rush forward, but the disciples of the Taiqing faction behind hurriedly grabbed him, and persuaded him in a low voice: "Forget it, we are not his opponent."

They come to provoke, get irritated and fight them, and they suffer every time.This is not good for them, so they can only swallow their anger again and again.

Seeing the disciples of the Taiqing sect pull Mao Xifeng, who was full of anger, with an unconvinced look, the man laughed, then turned his head, his expression became respectful, and he looked forward with a flattering meaning: "how is it?" , are you happy?"

Not far away stood a beautiful woman, and those disciples surrounded her like stars, obviously trying to please her.

When the woman heard the words, her white jade-like face showed a happy expression, she snorted softly, but did not answer.

Chen Sufeng in the distance watched this scene quietly.

Those foreign disciples were one of the few sects in this area. Because of the glorious past of the Taiqing Sect, they often came to provoke and insult them, taking pleasure in humiliating and torturing them.

"It's not good! It's not good!" Chen Sufeng was thinking, a disciple rushed over, saw Chen Sufeng and said, "Finally found you, Zhang Lingxu, your father is dying soon!"

Chen Sufeng turned around when he heard the words, and rushed over with his disciples in a hurry, pushed open the door, and walked in quickly.

An old man was lying on the bed, his wrinkled skin exuded a breath of sunset.

Chen Sufeng stood there.

This is the head of the Taiqing sect, the father of this body.

Zhang Lingxu is his old man, and he is very fond of him. Although his cultivation level is not high, he can give him almost everything he can.

Zhang Tianli opened his cloudy eyes and said to Chen Sufeng, "Lingxu, I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, Lingxu."

Seeing an old man still like this when he was dying, Chen Sufeng couldn't help being moved, stepped forward to hold his hand, and said, "Father."

Zhang Tianli's old eyes were full of guilt, "Lingxu, I'm sorry for you, if I had better qualifications, I could give you more, and you won't have such an experience."

Looking at him like this, it seems that low cultivation is some heinous thing, Chen Sufeng almost forgot that the original body could not cultivate at all.

Obviously Zhang Lingxu's qualifications are even worse. As the head of the Taiqing Sect, he should have high hopes for his son, like other people entrusting his son with the desire and burden of revitalizing the sect, but he is sorry for Chen Sufengdao.

Ever since the doctor diagnosed him and knew that his death was approaching, Zhang Tianli recalled all the past, almost every time the two met, he would feel guilty towards Zhang Lingxu. Not only did he not blame Zhang Lingxu for his poor qualifications, he also blamed this himself.

"Lingxu, I'm really sorry for you. I passed on my poor aptitude to you, preventing you from cultivating. I'm sorry."

Zhang Tianli kept apologizing to him, and in the end he was too tired, and slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Chen Sufeng sat by the bed and watched quietly all night.

Looking at Zhang Tianli's quiet face, he turned and left.

Zhang Tianli is fine.

Every time everyone announced that it was about to die, and then Zhang Lingxu arrived panting, only to find that it was a false alarm, but Zhang Lingxu rushed over again and again, because he was afraid of that.

After Chen Sufeng went back, he was still thinking about how to earn spirit stones. He was absent-minded while eating, so he turned to Mao Xifeng, "Is there any way to earn spirit stones?"

Mao Xifeng stroked his chin: "Well, I heard that there is an exchange conference held by various sects, and No.1 can get a high-quality magic weapon and 100 yuan high-grade spirit stone."

"100 yuan high-grade spirit stone?" Chen Sufeng's eyes lit up.

"It's impossible for you to win." Mao Xifeng knew what he was thinking, and said hastily.

Anyway, I'll try it out.Chen Sufeng made up his mind.

Middle domain.

There were noisy and lively voices all around, and the sky above the square lit up with various lights from time to time, and monks wearing various priestly robes came and went.

There were hundreds of arenas in the huge square, and everyone crowded shoulder to shoulder. One of the arenas broke out bursts of exclamation and cheers from time to time.

"Lu Shien is too powerful! Another opponent has been defeated!"

"As expected of a rare genius in the Central Territory in a hundred years, he entered the golden core stage in less than a hundred years, and his future is boundless. If this continues, No.1 is also in his pocket..."

Everyone scrambled towards the arena.

Among the crowd that kept swimming forward was a man in a wheelchair with indifferent eyes.

He stayed there all the time, watching the geniuses appearing in the big rings, watching the people cheering and screaming for them.

He stared indifferently at the front, lowered his head, and even the most talented Lu Shien didn't give any extra glances. He felt bored after watching for a while, and was about to turn around and leave with his wheelchair.

Suddenly I heard someone passing by say: "Hahaha, have you seen that the Taiqing faction has signed up for the competition..."

"The name Taiqing Sect seems familiar."

"Zhang Lingxu from the Taiqing faction is that trash with five spirit roots from the Taiqing faction, and he actually participated in this competition..."

Gu Huaixi raised his head when he heard this.

loser?

"Haha, Wulinggen, are you kidding me, Wulinggen even came to compete?"

"Yeah, I didn't expect it either. That person didn't know what he was thinking. Wu Linggen also signed up for the competition. Did he want to lose face on stage?"

Gu Huaixi paused for a while, then pushed the wheelchair forward as if nothing had happened.

A group of men and women gathered in front of them, with flattery and fawning faces, and the woman surrounded and sought after by everyone, with a delicate appearance, looked at these flatterers with a look of both complacency and disdain on her face.

At this moment, she caught a glimpse of something at the tip of her eyes, and walked over, leaving behind the men and women around her.

Yu Qianqian looked at the man in the wheelchair, with a look of disdain on his face, "Hey, isn't this the precious genius of the Gu family?"

Gu Huaixi remained silent.

Yu Qianqian continued: "Why are you here? I have heard about your deeds everywhere. You are a famous celebrity who everyone knows. Why didn't you go to the ring in front and ran here instead." She surrounded the man The wheelchair kept spinning, as if surprised, "Hey, why are you in a wheelchair?"

Gu Huaixi did not speak.

"Look, my memory," Yu Qianqian slapped his head violently, and said, "I almost forgot that you are a genius once."

She deliberately bit the word "once" very hard.

Gu Huaixi was still speechless, when a voice suddenly sounded.

"If you have a bad brain, don't come out and talk, it's embarrassing."