One day later, Xue Yun saw off the fourth monk from the Chen family. Fang made a cup of colorful spirit flower tea in her free time and took a few sips.

Since marrying to Haichang Island three years ago, I have never been so busy.

But she was extremely happy.

This is the first time that Chen Ping has entrusted important matters to her.

You must do it beautifully so that the old monster can see your own value.

With little Jiujiu in her arms, Xue Yun is full of longing for her future path.

Although the old monster was very secretive about his past life, judging from the secrets of spirit taming that he taught casually, all of which were written by people of the upper level of Huangpin, Xue Yun was sure that this person was definitely a genuine high-level monk.

"Zhenren Jindan or Nascent Soul... Ancestor?"

Thinking deeply, Xue Yun suddenly felt a chill running down her spine and hurriedly stopped her messy thoughts.

After following Chen Ping for just a few months, I got benefits that I could never imagine in my life. Even if I am controlled by the Spider Web Blood Seal, it is still worth it to be a cow and a horse.

What's more, this old weirdo is quite generous and seems to want to cultivate her.

Silently putting away her thoughts, Xue Yun recalled the quotations made by the Chen family members today.

The highest bidder was Chen Jue, the deacon of the Foreign Affairs Hall, who was willing to purchase the store for 4,600 spiritual stones.

Ranked second is Chen Qiudong, the deacon of the Internal Affairs Hall, who has one hundred spiritual stones less than Chen Yu.

The prices offered by the other two were too low, and Xue Yun did not consider them at all.

According to Chen Ping's instructions, five thousand spirit stones is the bottom line. If no one comes out within three days, the price cannot be lowered.

The number of stores in Crescent Valley is fixed at thirty-three.

This creates a situation where there are too many monks and too little food.

For hundreds of years, once a store is sold in Crescent Valley, it will cause quite a stir, attracting many monks to rush to buy it, and there is no need to worry about sales.

Just as Xue Yun was thinking about it seriously, there was a sound of heavy footsteps outside the cave, and then two people arrived at the entrance of the cave one after another.

"Ping'er, it's me!"

On the edge of the outside of the formation, stood two monks.

An older man with a purple hairpin and a tall build was the one who spoke.

The other man was about twenty years old, with a straight nose, a pair of bright eyes, and a gold-rimmed belt tied around his waist, just like a prince, grandson, or prince in the mortal world.

If you pay careful attention to the appearance of these two people, they are three or four times similar to Chen Ping.

"Second uncle!"

Seeing the visitor, Xue Yun quickly opened the formation and allowed the two of them to enter the cave.

Yes, these two are Chen Ping's second uncle Chen Baishan and cousin Chen Hongjie.

When Chen An was alive, the relationship between the two families was relatively close.

In recent years, with Chen An's death, Chen Ping devoted himself to practicing Taoism and ignored trivial matters, so he gradually became estranged from his second uncle's family.

After a while, seeing that two cups of spiritual tea had been brewed, but Chen Ping had not yet appeared, Chen Baishan's face fell unnaturally, and he asked: "Yun Yatou, is Ping'er not in Yuxuan Cave?"

"Second uncle, Pinglang is currently in retreat in a secret room. All matters at home are left to me for the time being."

Xue Yun smiled brightly, and she already had some suspicions about the sudden visit of Chen Baishan and his son. It was probably because of the store in Crescent Valley!

"absurd!"

Chen Baishan snorted coldly, put his fingernails on the edge of the tea cup, and said unceremoniously: "As an outsider, what can you decide? Go and call Ping'er out. I have important matters to negotiate with him this time."

At the same time, Chen Hongjie, who was sitting next to him, also smiled contemptuously and said sarcastically: "Sister-in-law, you'd better invite the eldest brother out. We have many things to do, how can we spend time here all the time?"

The domineering attitude of Chen Baishan and his son was not deliberately aimed at Xue Yun.

The Chen family has become increasingly powerful in recent years, with many dependents flocking to it.

The Xue family of Baiye Island is just one of the vassal forces of their Chen family.

To put it bluntly, it is almost equivalent to a master-servant relationship.

What's more, Xue Yun is not taken seriously in the Xue family.

Her biological grandfather is the head of the Xue family.

Although this person is a foundation-building monk, he is more interested in the art of the house.

He married more than ten wives and concubines in his life and gave birth to twenty to thirty children.

They spread their branches, and by Xue Yun's generation, the number of direct descendants expanded rapidly.

Xue Yun is just a mediocre junior with low-grade spiritual roots, and there is no way she can get special attention from her grandfather.

Her status in her mother's family was so embarrassing, and in her powerful husband's family she was even ignored.

"Pinglang made an explanation before he went into seclusion. He was not to be disturbed if anything happened. So, please forgive Yun'er for being rude."

Xue Yun bit her lip and whispered, but there was a sense of determination on her face.

"hehe!"

Chen Baishan raised his eyebrows, slapped the table and stood up, angrily: "Xue Yun, give you ten breaths to call Chen Ping out!"

"boom!"

At this moment, the closed stone door burst open, and a thin figure slowly approached from the dust.

Looking sideways at the two uninvited guests with an expressionless face, Chen Ping said quietly: "Second uncle, Xue Yun is my Taoist companion, and you cannot tolerate your angry remarks. This Yuxuan Cave is my territory, and no one can enter it."

Such arrogance!"

"Cousin, how do you talk to elders?"

Chen Hongjie was young and energetic, and immediately retorted sharply.

"For disturbing me for my retreat, Second Uncle, you have to give me an explanation today!"

Chen Ping ignored Chen Hongjie and stared at Chen Baishan, speaking every word as cold as snow.

He was refining the Earth Flame Sword, and when someone disturbed him at such a joint, he almost failed.

At this moment, Chen Ping was furious!

If it weren't for his status, he would have wanted to slap these two noisy flies to death.

Chen Baishan's eyelids twitched wildly when he saw Chen Ping's gnashing eyes and the terrifying look of his eyes gnawing at everyone!

This kid has had a perverse personality since he was a child, and now that his eldest brother has passed away, he has no one to cure him.

But then I thought about it, he did come back to Yuxuan Cave for something, and it would be useless to anger Chen Ping.

Chen Baishan lowered his posture and said slightly apologetically: "Ping'er, it was my second uncle who was a little anxious just now. I also just learned from the Internal Affairs Hall that you wanted to sell the store, so I hurried over here."

Seeing that he had given in, Chen Ping suppressed his anger for the time being, but he still said coldly: "The shop was passed down from my father. It is up to me to decide whether to sell or keep it. Second uncle, do you have any advice?"

"I wonder how much you want to sell it for, Ping'er? According to my second uncle's analysis, selling it for four or five thousand spiritual stones is not a problem."

Chen Baishan asked tentatively.

Chen Ping frowned and said bluntly: "Second uncle, there's no point in beating around the bush."

"Hongjie!"

Chen Baishan looked at his son and said proudly: "Show it to your cousin."

"You have to watch carefully!"

Chen Hongjie gave Chen Ping a cold look, crossed his hands in front of him, and his eyes shone with a bright light.

The next moment, the aura on his body began to rise violently.

In the blink of an eye, he broke through from the sixth level of Qi training to the seventh level of Qi training!

Chen Hongjie is twenty-two years old and has middle-grade gold and water spiritual roots.

According to common sense, at this age, it is difficult to reach the seventh level of Qi training.

Seeing that the spiritual power he released was very thin and far from being able to use his arms and fingers, Chen Ping immediately made an inference.

"My cousin must have swallowed a lot of pills to barely advance!"

"His foundation is not stable yet and he should be in seclusion to consolidate his realm. It is unwise to waste time in my Yuxuan Cave."

Chen Ping said indifferently.

"Ping'er!"

Chen Baishan was very excited and said in a trembling voice: "Two years later, for us, it will be a direct line qualification competition that is a matter of life and death."

"In order to win, Hongjie risked the trouble of an unstable foundation and refined the elixir day and night, and then broke through the barrier in one fell swoop and advanced to the seventh level!"

Chen Baishan has a low-grade spiritual root. He has been on the immortal path since he was a child, and his cultivation progress has been suppressed by his eldest brother Chen An.

Frustrated, he concentrated on running his business and accumulated a considerable fortune over the years.

Now, although he is still stuck at the fifth level of Qi training, he cannot make any progress.

But with his full support, his son Chen Hongjie entered the seventh level of Qi training earlier than Chen Ping, which seemed to have allowed him to regain what he had lost.

"Oh, what then?"

Chen Ping sneered and said noncommittally.

"Ping'er, my second uncle hopes that after you sell the shop in Crescent Valley, you will come up with two thousand spirit stones. I will try to get it together and buy a Qiyang Pill with three patterns for your cousin, so that he can

Improve your cultivation to another level!"

"In this way, the certainty of winning will be higher."

As Chen Baishan said this, he turned around and held Chen Ping's shoulders, saying sincerely: "Ping'er, I hope you put the overall situation first!"

"Ahem..."

Next to her, Xue Yun almost choked in her throat while drinking Linghua tea.

Isn't Chen Baishan's idea too naive?

Chen Ping is asked to provide spiritual stones for his son to practice, and he is expected to take care of the overall situation?

If it were Chen Ping in the past, there would still be a slight possibility of taking blood ties into consideration.

Now, it's obvious that he's humiliating himself.

"Haha...that's ridiculous!"

Chen Ping dodged away from Chen Baishan, pointed at him, and laughed wildly.

Qiyang Dan, also known as "Xiao Ji Zhu Dan".

If monks below the eighth level of Qi training realm take it, they can directly break through a small level.

Each monk can only take one throughout his life.

Because of its level-breaking magical effect, although this elixir is classified as a first-grade pill, its price has always been high.

The most common Qiyang Pill with one pattern costs three thousand spirit stones each.

As for the three-marked Qiyang Pill that Chen Baishan wants to buy for his son, the price will never be less than 5,000!

"Ping'er, what do you mean?"

Chen Baishan said angrily: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to give it!"

"I'll just assume that my second uncle borrowed this spiritual stone from you. I'll pay it back to you on a monthly basis after the competition."

With his eyes half-closed, Chen Ping grinned and said, "Second uncle, I can lend you the spirit stone. But my brother will settle the accounts, and my nephew won't bully you. How about two thousand spirit stones, and an interest of one thousand per year?"

"What!"

After listening to the first half of the sentence, Chen Baishan was a little pleased.

But the more I listened to it, the more something felt wrong.

The interest rate was so outrageous that it couldn't even be described by the sky-high asking prices. It was obviously a deliberate attempt to trick them.

"Cousin, are you serious that you don't want to borrow it?"

Chen Hongjie glared angrily and threatened: "Once Dabi is defeated and loses his status as a direct descendant, how can you keep your guarding position?"

"You don't have to worry anymore."

Chen Ping waved his hand and said impatiently: "Yun'er, see the guests off!"

"Yes, Hirō."

Chen Ping's tough attitude made Xue Yun, who had just been wronged, feel happy and said stiffly: "Second uncle, please come back!"

"Okay, okay, okay! Hongjie, let's go!"

Chen Baishan's chest swelled violently, and he kicked over a stone table blocking the road in anger, and left with Chen Hongjie.

Chen Ping watched the two of them come out of the cave and couldn't help but sneer.

Not to mention that the spiritual stones obtained from selling the shop were intended to be used to purchase the True Illusion Mask. Even if it was temporarily useless, he would not be kind enough to lend it to others.

Among the monks, the word "struggle" is emphasized.

Chen Hongjie's cultivation level has improved, what benefits does it have for him?

Anyway, he is the direct descendant of Dabi, and Chen Ping alone is enough.

If the second uncle's family were honest and obedient, Chen Ping would allow them to continue to enjoy their privileges.

If not, he wouldn't mind severing relations with Chen Baishan.

"Yun'er, I expect to be in seclusion for a few more days. If Chen Baishan comes again, he will be turned away."
Chapter completed!