Lin Xuan still had a calm expression and filed out with everyone.
According to Xing'er, there is a trade fair for monks in the elixir condensation stage today, and counting the time, it should start soon. However, Lin Xuan has no intention of going to attend. Instead, as if he is a little tired, he heads towards the Yingbin Pavilion.
go in the direction.
It was getting dark now, and the number of monks nearby was gradually becoming fewer and fewer.
Lin Xuan walked further and further, and gradually came to a deserted forest.
Quietly releasing his spiritual consciousness, there were no immortal cultivators within a few miles. Lin Xuan's face showed a look of satisfaction. He made a fist with his hands, and his figure suddenly became blurred, turning into an inconspicuous startling rainbow, lasing like a distant sky.
Sky.
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At the same time, the monks who had participated in the trade fair also went their separate ways, and among them, the Golden Spirit Fairy in the foundation-building stage flew away from the mountain col.
The Mangshan Conference has not officially begun. Naturally, not all monks live in the Yingbin Pavilion. There are also many eccentric ones who like to find other places to live. Old Monster Jin is one of them.
He built another cave about a hundred miles away, and the Jin Ling who had participated in the transaction returned there.
This arrogant female cultivator had a sad face at the moment. Everyone knew that she was favored by her family ancestors and had the enviable talent of pure attribute spiritual roots. However, only she knew the pain behind the scenes.
Yes, her spiritual roots are very good, but she is born with a body that cuts the pulse.
The so-called pulse-cutting body does not matter if it grows on an ordinary mortal. It can be said that it has no impact on life at all. However, if it is a cultivator, the situation is not so good.
People with this system will encounter a huge bottleneck when condensing elixirs, making the chance of condensing elixirs less than one percent of that of ordinary monks.
As we all know, it was originally very difficult for a monk to form elixirs. On this basis, the probability was reduced to one percent. It can be said that this person's hope of cultivating immortality has been blocked.
However, if one is extremely lucky and can successfully form the elixir by chance, the pulse-cutting body will not have any constraints on his future practice.
It can be said that the pulse-cutting body is like a shackle, but it only locks up the hope of condensing the elixir.
When his family ancestor diagnosed him with this kind of constitution, one can imagine Jin Ling's frustration. Although Old Monster Jin was a Yuanying Stage monk, he also had no idea.
Could it be that he could only be a small foundation-building monk in this life? Jin Ling was unwilling to accept it. He read countless classics and finally found a solution.
The physique cannot be changed, but if you want to increase the chance of condensing pills, you can turn to medicine stones. If you have a bottle of high-grade foundation-building pills to attack the bottleneck, it may be able to offset the shadow of the body that cuts off the pulse.
In ancient times, there were many such examples.
Finally found a solution. Logically speaking, Jin Ling should be ecstatic, but what awaits her is a new problem, the high-grade foundation-building pill, which is not priceless but is simply something legendary.
It should be noted that among the hundred arts of cultivating immortality, alchemy and formation are recognized as the most profound and profound. Most of the elixirs on the market are low-grade. Of course, as the ancestor of the family, it is not difficult to get some mid-grade ones, but
The best ones can only look forward to the ocean and sigh.
But Jin Ling would not give up. Although she was the direct granddaughter of her ancestor, if she could not even complete the process of condensing the pill, she would not be able to inherit the mantle. And she did not want to see her ancestor's great legacy fall into the hands of other senior brothers and sisters.
Therefore, this woman traveled around, haunting large and small markets and auctions, with the purpose of finding out about the top-grade foundation-building pills.
However, three years have passed and there is no clue.
With a faint sigh, Jin Ling could only comfort himself in his heart. The Mangshan Conference has not officially started yet. This is the biggest event in the entire Demon Spirit Island cultivation world. Maybe it can fulfill his wish...
Just as he was thinking this, Jin Ling's face suddenly changed, and a thick haze appeared between his eyebrows. He paused and said, "Who is hiding there sneakily? Get out of here, fairy."
"Humph, you stinky girl, I don't know how high the earth is, but a mere monk in the foundation-building stage actually dares to call yourself a fairy. Who...are you?" A hoarse voice sounded, extremely rude, and then he was about ten feet away from Jin Ling.
A red light flashed in the distance, and a bald old man appeared strangely.
"Is it you?" After hearing the other party's insulting words, Jin Ling's face turned extremely ugly. At this moment, she couldn't help but gasped. She knew this person. He was the one who had just brought out the middle-grade foundation-building pill at the trade fair.
, an old man in the Dandening stage who wanted to exchange beast eggs with her, this person followed quietly.
"What do you mean by following me?"
"Humph, you stinky girl, needless to say, at the exchange meeting, you insulted me like this. How can I just let it go? If you don't drink the toast, you will be fined. I want you not to understand that in the world of cultivating immortals, you have to eat the power of a fox or a tiger.
Of course, if you are willing to hand over the eggs of the three golden pythons to me as an apology, I am also willing to let you live." The bald old man said with a sinister smile.
"You dare to hurt me, my ancestor is..." Facing the spiritual pressure released by the monks at the Dan Condensation stage, Jin Ling's delicate body trembled, but he still refused to admit defeat.
"Humph, you don't have to use Old Monster Jin to pressure me. Yes, Zhang really can't offend the Yuanying monk. If you stay in the Yingbin Pavilion honestly, there are many people there, and I can't do anything to you.
, However, you have done something wrong and you will not survive. You actually came out of the place where the Mangshan Conference was held. Is there anyone else here besides you and me? Zhang will naturally extract your soul and refine it. How did Old Monster Jin know that?
Did I do it?" The bald old man's face was full of pride, but his expression became more and more vicious.
Jin Ling bit his teeth, and his expression became more and more frightened: "Don't act recklessly. If you don't want others to know, unless you do nothing yourself, if you dare to do anything bad to me, my ancestor will never let you go..."
How could the bald old man take such soft threatening words seriously and kept sneering.
"Stinky girl, stop talking nonsense and give me the eggs of the three golden pythons, as well as your storage bag. Huh, you are actually willing to spend fifty thousand crystals to buy the bones of the Thunder Eagle. Such a waste of money, look at it.
There are rumors from the outside world that Old Monster Jin alone occupies a mine vein and is rich and powerful, but that person is not just bragging." The bald old man said while casting his eyes on the girl's waist, his eyes full of greed.
Naturally, Jin Ling will not do what the other party wants. Even if the money is really an external possession, there is no telling whether the other party will keep his promise. Nine times out of ten, he will still drain his soul and refine his soul.
The girl's face turned blue and white several times. Suddenly she turned her wrist and took out a golden talisman. She patted it on her body and it turned into a golden rainbow and flew away through the air.