To Cultivate Immortality, You Need Luck

Chapter 116 Undercurrent (four thousand words update, please vote)

"These monks are all Independent Cultivators in this area. Over the years, I think there will be news about this. Pay more attention and maybe you can collect useful information."

Kong Jiao learned these from Feng An.

With such thoughts in mind, Kong Jiao walked to a free area in Fangshi and placed a few bottles of Qi Pills that he had refined in the past few days.

He didn't yell, his eyes seemed to be staring straight at the elixir in front of him, but his ears were paying attention to the conversations of the monks around him.

Most of them were bargaining voices.

There are also monks talking about interesting things in the Xiling Mountains area.

Which monk found extremely high-quality Spirit Medicine in the mountains, who was killed by Monster, or a certain monk had an enemy with someone and had a big fight.

I heard Kong Jiao sigh.

The life of an Independent Cultivator is also colorful.

Compared with the monks of the sect, the mortality rate of Independent Cultivators is extremely high. Maybe you saw him setting up a stall in the market yesterday.

He died in a corner today. This kind of thing is not new.

Kong Jiao placed the elixirs, and it didn't take long.

Two Independent Cultivators, a man and a woman, stopped in front of his stall.

The man is twenty-seven or eighty years old, and has the sixth level of Wheel-Nurturing cultivation. This qualification is considered adequate in the Ashen Parasol Sect.

The woman is in her early twenties, worthy of Wheel-Nurturing.

The two look somewhat similar, like brother and sister.

The woman lowered her body and picked up a bottle of Qi Pill, put it to the tip of her nose and smelled it. Her eyes suddenly brightened, as if she realized that the bottle of Qi Pill was of good quality.

The shape of her mouth is extremely beautiful, which adds a lot to her appearance.

Taking the bottle of Yang Qi Pill, he asked Kong Jiao politely: "This Fellow Daoist, how do you sell Yang Qi Pill?"

Kong Jiao wears an ever-changing mask. Now he has thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a rough appearance. He looks to be in his mid-twenties.

His cultivation level has also been hidden by him with thousands of traces, reaching the five realms of Wheel-Nurturing. It is neither high nor low, and looks very inconspicuous.

"Seventy spiritual crystals per grain." Hearing the woman's question, he just replied symbolically and then stopped speaking.

These nourishing Qi Pills are all made by him at random, but they are of good quality and have 70% efficacy.

Seventy spiritual crystals is quite fair.

When the woman heard this, she seemed to be hesitating about the price.

Her brother took the bottle of elixir, looked at it, and said with some dissatisfaction: "It's just a Qi Pill. Everyone sells it for fifty-one pills, why do you sell it for seventy?"

"Then go and buy fifty." Kong Jiao glanced at the man and replied lazily.

"伱!" The man was so angry that he pointed at Kong Jiao, but there was no fighting in the city. The boss inside had the ninth realm of Wheel-Nurturing cultivation.

He had no choice but to hold the woman's hand and leave.

The woman was hesitating because of her value, but when the man pulled her away, she had to leave reluctantly.

"Brother, the quality of that Qi Pill is not bad and it's worth the price." Vaguely, with the sharpness of his consciousness, Kong Jiao could hear what the woman was explaining to her brother.

The man replied sarcastically: "I know, it's just too expensive. We can't even buy a few if we put all our money together."

Hearing this, Kong Jiao, who was sitting at the stall, shook his head and sighed, "It's not easy even for Independent Cultivators."

I don’t know if the Independent Cultivator in Xiling Qunshanfang City is not as wealthy as the one in Ashen Parasol Sect.

Or maybe it's Kong Jiao's cold attitude.

After half a day, only one bottle was sold.

Kong Jiao also left in a hurry. Seeing that the market was almost gone, he packed up his stalls and entered the teahouse in the market leisurely.

There are not only places to drink tea and drinks in Fang City, but also expensive delicacies cooked with Monster. As long as you have enough spiritual crystals, you can even stay here.

Absolutely safe.

There are people coming and going in the tea room. They are all Independent Cultivators who are chatting here after finishing their stalls.

This was also the purpose of Kong Jiao coming here. He ordered a pot of tea at random, and he drank one cup at a time near the inner seat.

There is certainly more news here than when setting up stalls.

Everyone was talking about interesting things that happened in Wudong recently.

A fat man with a big belly took a sip of tea and showed off his latest knowledge.

"Recently, there has been another change in the Hidden Dragon Ranking. Ashen Parasol Sect. After Huangfu Wuqin, another young genius has emerged. His surname is Shangguan and his name is Yuzhou."

"That young man is really fierce. Two months after he came out, he picked off two Prodigies who were ranked 80th and 75th on the Qianlong Ranking. Now he is the 75th on the Qianlong Ranking. The title given to him by the Qianlong Ranking is Huayu. sword."

"I heard that he recently challenged Minshan Sword, which is ranked 60th on the Hidden Dragon Ranking. Many people are very optimistic about him."

After hearing the news about Shangguan Yuzhou, Kong Jiao, who was drinking tea, slowly raised his head and looked at the fat man. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but he didn't feel too surprised.

He thought to himself: "The outer disciples of Ashen Parasol Sect can no longer satisfy Senior Brother Shangguan's desire to fight."

"It's only a matter of time before he gets out of the Ashen Parasol Sect and challenges the Hidden Dragon Ranking. It seems like he's having a great time."

After Kong Jiao walked out of the inner door, he heard Feng An say that Shangguan Yuzhou had reached the seventh level of Wheel-Nurturing.

He also clearly understood the Sword Intent and was in the top 50 on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, so he wasn't too worried about him suffering a loss.

Suddenly he heard someone say: "Ashen Parasol Sect's generation is not limited to Huangfu Wuqin and Shangguan Yuzhou. Do you know Flood Dragon King Yuan Xiao?"

"Who doesn't know King Flood Dragon? That boy is a fairy from the Golden Sect. He is only nineteen years old. He reached the 38th place on the Hidden Dragon Ranking some time ago. Now he is famous in Wudong."

"Give him another five or six years, and maybe he will be the next number one."

Someone immediately ridiculed: "Also, Yuan Xiao is not from Ashen Parasol Sect."

"I haven't finished speaking yet, Qiu Shi, you idiot, why are you interrupting?" The monk who spoke first seemed to know the monk named Qiu Shi. He cursed before continuing: "Listen to Ashen Parasol Sect. According to the news from the disciples, the Quejin Sect sent three people to compete in the Ashen Parasol Sect a year ago, and one of them was Yuan Xiao."

"Guess what? That Flood Dragon King Yuan Xiao was dragged to exhaustion by an unknown young monk from Ashen Parasol Sect, and the match was tied. I heard that the young man was the same age as Yuan Xiao, and he was only ten years old this year. Nine."

"Fuck you, that young man is so fierce. He can equal Yuan Xiao. Where does he rank on the Qianlong list now? What is his name? What title is he?" The monk named Qiu Shi smiled coldly and asked a series of questions. The man's face turned red with anger.

"I'm telling you the truth, it's because you don't have enough information." He then explained: "It's not that he won't enter the Qianlong Ranking, but that his life or death is unknown now. I heard that the competition was extremely brutal, and Yuan Xiao's chest They were all penetrated and fell to the ground with serious injuries. The boy did not have the protection of the Flood Dragon, and there was no news after that battle."

"Probably died young."

The fat man who had discussed Shangguan Yuzhou before seemed to have heard this rumor, and immediately interrupted: "I know who you are talking about, Kong Jiao, a close friend of Huayujian Shangguan Yuzhou. I heard that people on the Qianlong List have been paying attention to him. Just wait until he walks out of the Ashen Parasol Sect to rank him."

"But it's been more than a year, so I'm afraid there's no chance."

"The Hidden Dragon List is all paying attention. So, is this true? He was really a young talent, but he didn't have Prodigy's luck and died halfway." Many people lamented.

"Ashen Parasol Sect has Huangfu Wuqin and Shangguan Yuzhou. The younger generation is already doing great things, so why should they regret it?"

Kong Jiao silently listened to the discussions around him and drank half of the pot of tea unknowingly.

When he heard his name, he thought with a rather strange expression: "People in this world of cultivation are also gossips. Ashen Parasol Sect is so far away from here, these people can know the news, no wonder Boss Huangfu asked me to go first Hide for a year.”

Kong Jiao was thinking to himself.

The gossip in the tea room never stops.

The lives of Independent Cultivators are very simple, and coming to Fangshi to listen to the information about Wudong can be regarded as a way to relieve the boredom.

Vaguely, Kong Jiao's ears suddenly moved.

Relying on his keen sense of consciousness, he vaguely heard two independent cultivators with a high level of cultivation discussing something not far from the corner.

Only a hoarse, deliberately lowered voice was heard saying to his companion: "There have been many new faces in Luoxia City recently. In the Xiling Mountains, the Monster Gate is also ready to move. It seems that it has been disturbed by many people. I am afraid that something big is going to happen. occur."

"Could it be that you came to the Xiling Mountains to hunt a certain Wheel-Ascending Monster?"

His companion was obviously not paying attention, so he responded casually: "It's not unusual for those big sects to come here every few years to hunt down Monsters, refine elixirs, and extract blood."

"I asked you, besides thinking about women, do you think of anything else during the day?" The hoarse voice shouted angrily: "Those sect disciples who come to our Luoxia City, every one of them has their sect badge hanging on their waist, for fear that we unknown."

"Look at the man with thick eyebrows in the corner. Does he look like a disciple of a sect? He has been drinking tea and listening to the news. He may be holding back something bad. You should be more discerning."

"There are three or five people like him in our tea room. Look at the one by the window!"

"The one with thick eyebrows?" Kong Jiao was stunned for a while before he realized that the person was talking about him.

He had almost forgotten his current appearance and features, and after stroking the thick eyebrows between his eyebrows, he looked speechless.

Then he glanced at the other person in the conversation by the window.

He is a tall young man with handsome appearance and fair skin like a woman. His movements when drinking tea are slow and calm.

Kong Jiao just glanced at him, and he seemed to be aware of it, and looked at him out of the corner of his eye.

He seemed to have heard the two people's discussion about Kong Jiao.

Fortunately, both Kong Jiao and the young man had their intentions hidden deliberately.

Their eyes only touched for a moment before they separated.

This scene made Kong Jiao wary.

"He hasn't cultivated his spiritual consciousness, so he can hear the hushed voices of those two people. His cultivation level is not low, at least the eighth level. With such strength, he is still not very young, and he can even be on the Hidden Dragon Ranking. Whoever comes here is not good."

This is one of them.

Judging from the tone of Luoxia City's local Independent Cultivator, there are many foreign monks like the young man.

They all emerged recently.

At this moment, Kong Jiao felt inexplicably uneasy. "Why is it at this time?"

"For what purpose did they come? Are they coming to Xihuang Little Blessed Land like me?"

"The parchment should be a unique thing. Maybe I'm overthinking it."

"But Dou Xiao is from the Blood Clothes Alliance, so have other people from the Blood Clothes Alliance seen the parchment?"

The young man who was suspected to have the strength of Qianlong did not stay long. He drank a few sips of tea, threw down a spiritual crystal and left.

Kong Jiao did not follow him, but drank all the pot of tea. After hearing no other useful rumors, Shi Shiran walked out of the tea room.

He did not leave in a hurry, but walked to the highest point of Fangshi and looked at the entire Fangshi.

Under his careful observation, he noticed many people behaving abnormally.

Generally, the movements are the same as those shown by Kong Jiao. They just drink tea and drink alone, all on the edge of the monks, silently hidden.

"Sure enough, there are many people who have the same idea as me, and they are all here to inquire about the news." This scene made Kong Jiao convinced of the words of the two local monks.

"I'm afraid the Xiling Mountains will be uneven."

No matter what the purpose of those foreign monks.

If Kong Jiao wants to find Xihuang Little Blessed Land, it is impossible to ignore them.

This made Kong Jiao smell the smell of blood in the air, and he felt an inexplicable sense of crisis.

"You have to prepare early!"

Kong Jiao now has a lot of trump cards, leaving aside his hard power.

Just to save his life are the Poison Pill and the Ascending Wheel Realm Refining Puppet controlled by Yin Ling.

It’s just that the former is a one-time consumable and is gone after use.

You don't even dare to use the silver bell easily. If you are not careful, you will be killed.

Therefore, in addition to the two hole cards, Kong Jiao needs to make one more preparation to feel at ease.

"Go and refine the spirit-dispersing ointment today. As long as the monks don't come, my spirit-dispersing ointment will pose a threat to them." Kong Jiao made some kind of decision and walked down from the heights of Fangshi.

He did not return to Luoxia City, but rented a secret room in Fang City.

There are rooms for rent in Fang City. Three spiritual crystals per day are protected by a magic circle, so you don't have to worry about being disturbed while refining the elixir.

Kong Jiao paid directly for five days and prepared to practice alchemy in seclusion.

As the day progresses, the sun sets.

As Fangshi entered the night, the Independent Cultivators also retreated one after another.

The place that was bustling with activity during the day became deserted.

It is not a very spacious room, but after putting down the Jinluan stove, there is still some free space in the room.

Kong Jiao did not light a lamp, but sat cross-legged in the darkness.

He spent half a day adjusting his spiritual power to its peak state.

The purpose is naturally not to refine elixirs.

Before refining the elixir, he had one more thing to do.

Still remember where Kong Jiao’s Alchemy Dao skills come from?

Naturally, it was obtained from the memory of Ge Xia’s soul.

Sanling ointment is a high-quality elixir, and the cost of refining it is not low. Kong Jiao is not absolutely sure that the refining will be successful.

At this time, it is necessary to rely on Gexia's rich knowledge of alchemy.

"If it weren't for the purpose of refining the spirit-sparing ointment, I really don't want to suffer that kind of pain again." He murmured, after experiencing Ge Xia's memory last time, the miserable end that made his soul tremble with pain still makes Kong Jiao The memory is still fresh.

(End of chapter)