Cave No. 1024.

The door is closed.

The scalper was lying leisurely in the corner of the wall, sniffing from time to time.

More than ten meters away.

The young man Chen Yang and his sister Chen Ying were planting spiritual fields. The depressed mood a few days ago became cheerful and happy due to the arrival of the cave owner.

"Yingzi, I will definitely break through the innate world and join the disciple of Senior Sun!"

A month ago, a casual cultivator came outside and wanted to plant this spiritual field.

He really became an unemployed vagrant and had no source of spirit stones. It was difficult to become a monk again. Chen Yang tried his best to delay, but he still couldn't stop the rules of the sect and was about to lose the land on which he relied on.

A few days ago, Senior Sun moved into the cave and told the market that he didn't want anyone to disturb him.

The casual cultivator was very sensible and went to rent other places to plant spiritual fields, so Chen Yang's problem was solved.

Chen Ying frowned slightly when she heard this: "Our family died of illness one after another. It was designated that someone was assassinating. Now it's only you and me. Why don't we leave the market?"

Chen Yang shook his head slowly and said firmly.

"I will not leave, I must restore the glory of my ancestors!"

The time of the strugglers is always fleeting, and a hundred years passes in a blink of an eye.

This day.

Chen Yang, who is old and old, takes care of Lingtian with his children and grandchildren. He will laugh whenever he looks at his grandson.

After thirty years of hard practice of martial arts, he finally failed to break through the innate world. Fortunately, Chen Yang had a lingtian breed under his name, so he could easily marry his wife as a mortal.

He gave birth to four children and three daughters in a row, but all had no spiritual roots.

Chen Yang's early passion has been exhausted, and he only prays for the longevity of "sen grandson" to live for a hundred years, and these two acres of spiritual fields can be passed down for several generations.

Who would have thought that the surprise from the sky was that the eldest grandson actually had spiritual roots. Even the four spiritual roots could make the Chen family prosperous for a hundred years?

"You should thank Senior Sun, who is our family's great benefactor."

"What exactly does Senior Sun look like?"

When his son was talking, he looked at the cave not far away. He had closed the door since he could remember, including the scalpers at the door. There had been no change in more than thirty years.

"I can't remember this... nor do I remember it."

Chen Yang is sure that he has met Senior Sun, but it’s just that time has passed so long that he vaguely remembers that he looks quite young.

Rumors.

Dao Sun is in his forties or fifty years old, and his cultivation has reached the late stage of Qi training. He must be of high talent and has hope of building a foundation in the future.

The family is talking.

Suddenly, I heard a creaking sound, turned around and saw the gate of the cave open, and walked out of the old Taoist in blue robe.

Zhou Yi also noticed that more than a dozen people from the Chen family, nodded with a smile, and jumped onto the scalper's back.

"Niu'er, go."

Clouds and smoke grew under the feet of the scalper, soared into the sky and flew towards Tianyang City.

Seeing that his benefactor finally went out, Chen Yang pulled his grandson forward and thanked him, but only saw a figure riding a cow.

He was stunned for a long time and lowered his head and said to his grandson.

"Do you remember what you look like? If you meet Senior Sun in the future, you will definitely repay your kindness!"

...

Zhou Yi rode on the back of a scalper and began to think about how to practice in the future.

Thirty years ago, relying on the Centennial Spiritual Medicine as a meal, I pushed the Guiyuan Art to the thirteenth level.

The great perfection of Qi refining, there is no way to advance.

No matter how the exercises work, it is difficult to increase a trace of magic power. Even if you bite two thousand-year-old spiritual ginseng, it will be useless.

Zhou Yi did not end his retreat, but instead changed to practice the Divine Niu Transformation.

Perhaps it was because the scalper’s bloodline was extraordinary, or perhaps it was because Zhou Yi’s body had accumulated too much spiritual medicine, and the efficiency of body refining was far higher than that of Qi. It took only seventy years to cultivate to achieve great success. Only after testing the power was tested were satisfactory.

"With my qualifications, even if Qi Refining Great Perfection, three or five Foundation Building Pills may not be enough."

"Besides, every foundation-building pill appears, not to mention selling at a sky-high price, it will also trigger a bloody battle. Those Qi Refining whose life is about to end, and if they fight to the death, they may not be able to break through the defense of the Divine Bull Transformation."

"After all, I have to rely on myself to practice!"

Zhou Yi has changed variously over the years, and he asked about the origin of the Foundation Establishment Pill, but the result is that he pointed to the Danding Sect.

Occasionally, foundation-building pills are circulated in the market, but they are not formally sourced. Some say they are black people who kill and seize treasures, while others say they are carrots that are hung by casual cultivators in the sect.

The meaning of this is self-evident. The Danding Sect monopolizes the foundation-building pill, and the monks in Yunzhou have to rely on others to breathe.

"Try to find the foundation-building pill recipe first. If you really can't find it, then just repay a registered disciple for merit. How long is it? First, you can decide for fifty years, and your life will be over!"

When Zhou Yi was thinking, the scalper had already flew over Tianyang City.

...

Half a year later.

In the southeast corner of Tianyang City, a new sign has been hung on the street shop.

There is a tavern.

Behind the solid wood counter, Zhou Yi read the slogan book with relish, but the guest didn't look up even when he came.

"Shopkeeper, what wine are you selling?"

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with strong muscles and big palms, and he was actually a rare master of external skills.

Mortals in Tianyang City pursue the innate martial arts, so those who practice internal skills account for 99%. After all, with the rules of the Alchemy Sect, there will be no danger of life on the surface.

"Chinyan wine is limited to dine-in."

Zhou Yi pointed to the sign behind, which said the year and price.

Chiyan wine originated from Chihong. After decades of research and rationing, Breitensis has been successfully integrated into it.

The wine became stronger and poured into the bowl like bloody flames, so it was named Chiyan Wine.

The man was shocked by the expensive price: "For ten years, you only need a spirit stone per kilogram, which is too expensive!"

Zhou Yi smiled and said, "You can exchange things for them."

As he said that, Zhou Yi picked up the pen below the price and added: Take everything!

"I don't!"

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, he shook his head repeatedly, and left the tavern as if he was running away.

The residents of Tianyang City have been rich for several generations. As long as they still stay in the market and struggle, it means that their homes still have legacy.

Many shops in the city, like Zhou Yi, accept exchanges for goods. Every year, there is news that someone’s descendants sell their ancestors’ relics, or gamble to break through the innate world, or go to the world to enjoy.

Even if the former fails, it will be respected, while the latter is a prodigal son who is despised.

Zhou Yi doesn't think so. Innateness is just the first step in the path of immortality, and there will be thousands of disasters and hundreds of difficulties afterwards. The family may not be passed on for longer than ordinary people.

"The next thing is, wait!"

There was no celebration at the opening of the tavern, but nothing new happened in Tianyang City, and the news soon spread.

Half a month later.

Someone came to sell ancestral spiritual objects, which were quite exquisite jade bottles with mysterious textures on the surface, and after inputting magic power, they shone with dazzling light.

"My ancestors have been rich and have produced two foundation-building real people. These are treasures left by one of them. Before his death, the ancestors' last words hide what they have learned in their lifetime in a bottle. If future generations have talent, they can pass on their inheritance!"

The man spoke sincerely and sighed: "It's a pity that future generations are not good at fighting and cannot understand the mystery in the bottle. How many spiritual stones should be collected by fellow Taoists?"

Zhou Yi smiled and took the jade bottle, observed it carefully, shook his head and said.

"Sorry, the old Taoist is a shameful person, you can go and have a look."

The man argued a few more times, and saw Zhou Yi keep smiling and shaking his head, saying a few strange words and leaving with the bottle in his arms.

A few days later.

This man was inexplicably robbed, his limbs were broken, and his family's treasure vase was broken into pieces. After that, several liars, who had been to the tavern, were inexplicably robbed afterwards.

The law enforcement team randomly investigated it, but if the murderer was not found, it would be left alone.

Zhou Yi’s tavern suddenly became quiet.

"The methods of making counterfeiting in Tianyangfang City are far less exquisite than those of Xiaodan Mountain, and they are too rough!"
Chapter completed!