Here, even though Chen Ping was a wily and powerful man in his previous life, he couldn't figure out the reason for the Tu family's show of goodwill.

There is no free advantage in the world of monks.

The Tu family must have taken a fancy to some kind of value hidden in him or behind him.

"Could it be that I released my spiritual consciousness earlier and allowed Tu Zhenxi, who was hiding in another room, to see what he was doing?"

Chen Ping thought about it carefully for a while, but felt that it was impossible.

Because he only used about 30% of his divine consciousness at that time.

It was at the same level as a seventh-level qi-training monk, so it shouldn't attract Tu Zhenxi's attention.

After pondering for a moment to no avail, Chen Ping gave up decisively.

When the water comes, the earth will cover it.

Once he reaches the level of foundation building, no matter what tricks the Tu family plays, they will all be in vain.

Next, Chen Ping visited several other shops selling magic weapons, but found nothing.

Not even the shadow of the best magic weapon was seen.

It’s normal if you think about it.

The Chen family in Haichang has a great reputation, but it is only limited to the nearby sea area that is more than a thousand miles away.

When placed in the Yuanyan Islands cultivation world, the Chen family is just a small, ninth-rate force.

The number of monks who enter Crescent Valley every year is quite limited, and among them Qi practicing and casual cultivation account for the vast majority.

Fangshi is a gathering place for monks to trade and trade. It is divided into four levels: elementary, intermediate, advanced and top.

To be honest, Crescent Valley cannot even be called the lowest level of primary market.

The closest elementary city to Haichang City, which is truly recognized by cultivators, is on Jinrui Island, 20,000 miles away, and is controlled by the Jin family.

Chen Ping's current cultivation level is too low, and he has no plans to go to such a distant and unfamiliar sea for the time being.

Therefore, the family treasure trove still needs to be visited.

Chen Ping kept walking along the gravel path at the exit of Crescent Valley.

There are ancient trees on both sides, lush and green.

The smoke is lingering like a landscape painting, and you can't see the end at a glance.

After walking for about two-quarters of an hour, Chen Ping's eyes suddenly lit up, and a group of buildings with high eaves and teeth appeared, each hugging the terrain.

This is the belly area of ​​Fuge Mountain.

Hundreds of Qi Practitioners in the family live here all year round.

As for the five masters of the Foundation Establishment Realm, they opened their own caves on the top of the Lingshan Mountain where spiritual energy gathered.

It is difficult for ordinary tribesmen to see each other on weekdays.

Among the five contemporary foundation builders of the Chen family, the one with the highest cultivation level is Chen Xiangwen, the eldest elder in the late foundation stage, who is over 200 years old.

The second elder, Chen Mu Nian, is in the middle stage of foundation building. She is from the same lineage as the fourth elder, Chen Yi, and is his direct aunt.

In addition, the patriarch Chen Tong and the third elder Chen Xingchao are both veteran monks in the middle stage of foundation building.

Only Chen Yiru, who has only been in the foundation building for more than ten years, is still lingering in the early stage.

In order to facilitate the management and division of labor of the family, the Foreign Affairs Hall, the Law Enforcement Hall, the Gonggong Hall, the Xingzhi Hall, and the Internal Affairs Hall were established under the elder Zhuji.

The five halls each perform their own duties and have equal status.

A deacon is appointed for each of the five halls.

Each position is of high authority and cannot be held by peak qi-training monks who are not direct descendants of the family.

The family treasure trove, the purpose of Chen Ping's trip, is usually guarded by the Hugong Hall.

On the way, he met many monks of the same clan, all of whom nodded, or at most said hello and then left indifferently, without any intention of exchanging pleasantries or getting close.

Much of the blame lies with the previous owner.

Although the original owner's qualifications were mediocre, his heart was devoted to the Tao and he was an ascetic monk.

In addition, he has a somewhat withdrawn personality and does not want to come into contact with other tribesmen, so it is difficult to find anyone in the tribe who has a close relationship with him.

Including the second uncle Chen Baishan's family, they gradually became estranged from Chen An after his death.

However, neither Chen Ping before nor now would care.

The long journey of cultivating immortality will not reach the true fairyland. What you pass by is just scenery.

After passing through the living area and turning a sharp corner, Chen Ping stopped in front of a small palace-like building.

The palace is nearly five feet high. The upper part is bronze and the lower part is blue-purple.

In front of the hall, there are two eye-catching white jade tiger statues, which are lifelike and in a forward posture.

This is where the family treasure trove lies.

For the entire Chen family, it is the most important and core place.

The family secret place is naturally well guarded.

Along the way, Chen Ping went through three waves of inspections.

Coupled with the power hidden in the dark, this treasure house located in the belly of Fuge Mountain is guarded by at least twenty to thirty monks.

Historically, whenever there were foundation-building pills stored in the treasure house, foundation-building elders would be arranged to monitor them throughout the day.

Entrance to the main hall.

Chen Ping once again inspired the family jade medal to confirm his identity.

"Come in!"

A monk on duty wearing golden armor returned the jade medal to Chen Ping, then turned slightly to make way for a passage.

In the hall, dozens of bright jade stones as big as fists shone brightly, illuminating the room like eternal daylight.

The round stone platform in the center of the hall only has a table, a chair, and a wood-carved bookshelf, and the decoration is extremely simple.

At this time, sitting on the chair was a beautiful woman wearing a light green silk shirt.

The eyebrows are long and slender, no makeup is applied, and no wrinkles can be seen between the cheeks.

The pretty beauty Xiuben was minding her own business while flipping through a book. When she saw Chen Ping come in, a complicated expression appeared on her face, but it quickly disappeared.

The female cultivator put down the book in her hand and said slowly: "Boy Ping, if you are not practicing hard in Lantian Town, why are you running to the treasure house?"

"Fourth Elder Chen Yiru, why is she sitting here?"

An unfamiliar face flashed across Chen Ping's memory.

Chen Yiru is of the same generation as his father Chen An.

Although he looks only in his thirties, his actual age is nearly seventy.

Every time a monk breaks through a great realm, he can regain his youthful appearance.

But many people, especially male practitioners, don't care about their external image.

Sometimes, some high-level monks who look very old may still have a much longer lifespan.

"I've met the Fourth Elder."

Chen Ping bowed deeply and said respectfully: "This junior would like to redeem a top-quality magic weapon in the form of a spiritual sword."

"You have not yet broken through to the seventh level of Qi training. You can only control the power of two or three strikes with the best magic weapon. Have you ever weighed it?"

Chen Yiru frowned without trace, the doubts in his eyes obvious.

"This junior is not far away from reaching the seventh level of Qi training. I feel that it will be accomplished within a year."

Chen Ping revealed the excuse he had already prepared in his mind.

The spiritual power derived from the Nine Transformations Flame Spirit Art is powerful and mellow, and it is a top-notch magic weapon. He can use it like an arm and use his fingers.

Chen Yiru didn't know what he was hiding, and said earnestly: "Yuxuan Cave is rich in spiritual energy and is very suitable for Qi training monks to breathe and practice. You must grasp it in the past two years and don't be lazy."

"Thank you, elder, for your teaching."

Chen Ping nodded frequently, looking gentle and respectful.

He could understand the meaning of Chen Yiru's words.

Two years later, the direct family competition will continue. If they cannot break through to the seventh level of Qi training, they will not even reach the threshold to participate in the war.

What he was wondering about was that Chen Yirugui, a senior member of the family in the foundation-building period, seemed to have a little bit of unreasonable concern for him?

"Just wait."

After thinking for a moment, Chen Yiru made a light leap and flew towards a side hall to the east.

After disappearing for about half a cup of tea, she reappeared with two spiritual swords floating beside her.

The sword is pure red, about five feet long, and shaped like an uncut fire jade.
To be continued...