"Oh my god, why don't you go..." Before the word "grab" could be said, the people around him covered his mouth.

The owner of this stall has a good level of cultivation. Didn't something bad just come out of his mouth?

Others also thought about the fate of the man just now. Although they did not dare to say it out loud, they communicated with their eyes.

The stall owner probably thought that this little doll was easy to deceive, so he opened his mouth deliberately.

But you can't beat someone to death with a stick. Let alone a high-grade spiritual stone. In the mortal world, having a spiritual stone is pretty good.

Feng Wan clasped his two little hands together and looked at the stall owner eagerly.

Low-grade spiritual stones are out of reach for her, let alone high-grade spiritual stones, but she really wants this monster egg.

The most important thing in the world of cultivation is opportunity. If she misses this village, she will not have this shop. She has to order this monster egg.

"Grandpa, I know its value is far more than just a high-grade spiritual stone."

After Feng Wan said this, the onlookers could already confirm that this child's good looks were in vain, his eyesight was bad, and his brain was even worse.

The stall owner did not interrupt Feng Wan and waited for her to continue.

Feng Wan lowered her eyelashes in embarrassment and said, "But I only have five spirit beads. Can grandpa sell them to me for free? I really want them."

Feng Wan spoke extremely sincerely, and her eyes were even more sincere.

The stall owner glanced at the purse on Feng Wan's waist and chuckled.

"It's more than five."

Feng Wan was shocked and subconsciously covered her purse. This old man was so powerful that he could see things through the air.

Fengwan's big, fluttering eyes flashed guiltily, and she smiled dryly.

"Um, um, grandpa, actually, I want to buy a book on how to draw Qi into the body."

What Feng Wan meant was that the five spirit beads left behind were used to buy exercises. There was really a reason for this.

The white-bearded stall owner put his hands on his shoulders and sat leisurely again on a gorgeous chair that was completely inconsistent with the old robe he was wearing.

Said in a tone that left no room for doubt.

"I won't sell it without a top-grade spiritual stone."

The spectators couldn't hold back their voices. There was really a good show today.

This stall owner really dared to ask for a price, and this little doll really dared to buy it.

Feng Wan pursed her lips tightly, and in her lowered eyes, her eyes rolled rapidly.

She is just a little baby in the eyes of outsiders now. It is their privilege to be lazy and cry, isn't it?

Cry, this is the only way left now.

He secretly pinched his thigh, pain came over him quickly, and tears dripped down his fair cheeks.

The people watching the excitement did not react for a while, and the stall owner was also a little confused.

He has lived for so long and has seen many beautiful female nuns shed tears.

But seeing such a delicate little mortal crying, he was really in a hurry.

He tugged at his messy beard irritably.

"Stop crying, I sold it to you."

Feng Wan, who was sobbing and planning to cry more carefully, immediately stopped crying after hearing these words.

The stall owner's gray beard trembled. Why did he feel that he had been deceived by this little devil?

Others looked at the stall owner in confusion. This immortal has such a soft heart, and he just dropped a few golden beans.

A monster egg with a high-grade spiritual stone, and five spiritual beads agreed to sell it. This is a million-fold difference.

Sure, this is a dead egg.

Feng Wan didn't expect that crying would really help. He raised his chubby hand and wiped the corners of his eyes, then took off the purse from his waist and handed it all to the stall owner.

The stall owner is so sincere, so she can't seem too stingy.

For the technique of drawing Qi into the body, you can only wait until you find a spiritual plant and exchange it for a spiritual bead to buy it.

Regarding Feng Wan's actions, the stall owner's eyes flashed with satisfaction.

Although it was not much, it was her entire net worth, and he did not miss it.

He took the purse, took away ten spirit beads, and returned the monster eggs and the purse together.

Feng Wan hurriedly took it with both hands. Because there was no magic weapon for storage, Feng Wan could only hold the egg in his arms.

Hanging the purse around her waist again, holding the monster egg in her arms, Feng Wan solemnly thanked the stall owner.

"Thank you, grandpa."

The stall owner waved his hand, "We are destined to meet again."

After saying that, he started to pack his things, not planning to sell them anymore.

The monk who had planned to cry and make a fuss in order to get a monster egg cheaply had no choice but to give up when the stall was about to leave.

More people saw that there was no more excitement to see, so they dispersed and went about their own business.

Feng Wan looked at the back of the stall owner who quickly packed up his things and left, then looked down at the monster egg in his arms.

Why did she feel that the stall owner set up his stall here just to sell this egg?

But why was it sold to her so cheaply?

From the moment she held the monster egg, Feng Wan had been suppressing the joy in her heart.

She really found a treasure. This is what the world of cultivation calls opportunity.

This egg looked so ugly that it made me cry, but the person holding her felt completely refreshed, and the aura around her body became a little stronger.

It was like a small spirit-gathering formation, but unfortunately she couldn't practice it since there was no technique to draw Qi into the body.

Thinking of this, Feng Wan was not so happy, and subconsciously touched the purse around her waist.

Huh? It’s not empty. There seems to be something inside.

Feng Wan's heartbeat was a little fast. She remembered clearly that there was nothing else in her purse except ten spirit beads.

Judging from the feeling under her hands, she definitely didn't have a spiritual bead inside. Could it be that the stall owner thought she was pitiful and gave her some kind of treasure.

Suppressing her excitement, Feng Wan quickly returned home holding the monster egg.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he was stopped by Mrs. Ling.

"Son, you're back. Unfortunately, something happened at the main house."

Feng Wan was in a hurry to go back to the room to see what was in her purse. After hearing Ling's words, her temples were twitched hard.

The fact that Mrs. Ling is so anxious probably has something to do with her cheap father.

In the original text, after the death of the original owner, Ling put all her thoughts on the original owner's father.

Later, for that man, he used his body to fend off the monster, and was later buried in the monster's belly.

Such infatuation is really sad and pitiful.

Now she has taken over her daughter's body. If she could, she would take her away from the Feng family and change the tragic ending in the original book.

Feng Wan's chubby little hand patted Ling's delicate hand.

"Mom, please speak slowly."

"Son, we have to be anxious. There is a fire on the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion. Your father has lost all thought of food and drinks because of this urgent matter."

Hearing the next few words, Feng Wan drew a big question mark in his heart.

Mrs. Ling can't even see her cheap dad in person now, how did she know that he doesn't care about food and drink.

However, in a big family like the Feng family, the Sutra Pavilion is as important as the Houshan Forbidden Area.

How could it suddenly catch fire?

"Mom, who did you listen to?"

Mentioning this, Ling's pretty face turned red. She always dreamed of meeting the head of the family, and would go to the main house every day to look for opportunities.

Only then did she hear the news.

After Feng Wan knew the truth, she didn't know what to say to Ling.

"Mom, I will accompany you to the master's house tomorrow to see if I can help."

"All right."

Seeing that Ling was stabilized, Feng Wan touched the purse around her waist, raised her face and smiled.

"Mom, I have been practicing with my grandfather these days, and my daughter has gained some insights.

I plan to go back to my room to practice later, so don’t bother me until I leave the room."

Mrs. Ling was overjoyed, "Son, you can practice now."

Didn't it mean that her daughter has no spiritual roots? How can she practice cultivation again?

Ling is just a mortal. She knows almost nothing about cultivating immortals. She only knows that without spiritual roots, she is a complete mortal.

Feng Wan's blood almost boiled with excitement, and he said with a smile, "It should be fine."

Recently, she could feel that the aura surrounding her was getting stronger and stronger.

Although she didn't know why there was no spiritual root during the spiritual root test, she would not give up easily.

What if the crystal ball used to test spiritual roots in the mortal world is inaccurate? Even if there is really no spiritual root, she will not accept her fate.

If her guess was correct, what the stall owner should have given her was the technique of drawing Qi into the body.

"Son, don't worry, my mother won't let anyone in to disturb you."

Feng Wan closed her eyes under Ling's expectant eyes.

After returning to the room, Feng Wan poured something as big as a thumb out of her purse. The thing grew when the wind blew, and it actually grew into a book of exercises.
Chapter completed!