I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Chapter 619,

The Son of God is actually a child that God likes. God is quite picky and what he looks at is the feeling at that moment. He does not look at background, appearance, or qualifications, but only looks at the feeling.

Listening to Youchang's complaints, Yang Zhao couldn't help but feel puzzled and asked softly.

"Senior Youchang, how were you chosen by God?"

"Me? I was digging in the mud at the time. Maybe they thought I looked particularly handsome playing in the mud, so they took notice of me."

Yang Zhao turned to look at Feng An: "What about you, Senior?"

"I was sleeping at that time, and when I woke up I was at the Ye Zhang Temple."

"As for the past generations, isn't there a pattern among the Sons of God? It would take decades to find them."

"In previous generations, some were chosen when they were fighting, and some were chosen when they were sewing clothes. Since the gods don't say anything, we can only walk through the entire Baiyu Upper Realm step by step, and we will eventually meet."

This is fucking harder than love!

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck his mind, and Yang Zhao reacted.

"Whether the Son of God will travel all over the Baiyu Upper Realm is important. Once you have traveled all over, God will naturally have a favorite next Son of God."

Youchang laughed out loud.

"I thought so before, so I started looking for it in advance. I searched for 40 years and walked through the entire Baiyu Upper Realm twice, but still couldn't find it."

Feng An also added: "It's not that simple. The life span of a son of God is not long. If he is healthy and has no disasters, he can live for at most 100 years. There are often gaps in his life."

What is the point of setting up such a troublesome position?

Yang Zhao was puzzled.

"Actually, my friend, I noticed it as soon as you came here yesterday. Your luck has turned purple, but I see you are not in a good place. I feel sorry for you. How could such a good person like you get involved with Feng An?"

"Such good luck, if I spend a few months with you, I will definitely find the next Son of God."

Youchang was just muttering when a monk suddenly came over and started to pay homage to Feng'an.

"Son of God, I have found what you ordered."

Feng An nodded, called him up, and asked, "Where is it?"

"Qianji Pavilion, he will be released tomorrow morning."

Feng An seemed to be thinking about something.

"Heh, it looks like there are some good things in Qianji Pavilion this time. Okay, go ahead."

"Yes, Son of God."

Watching the man walk away, Youchang looked at Feng'an suspiciously.

"You're not going to cause trouble in my Qiongyin City, are you? I'm telling you, if you don't behave yourself, I'll burn all the branches and roots that reach out to you."

Feng An glanced at Youchang, ignored him, and turned to talk to Yang Zhao.

"Tomorrow, there will be dragon bones for sale in Qianji Pavilion. I can take you in as compensation for disturbing you during this period of time."

Yang Zhao's eyes lit up: "Senior, how do you know I need dragon bones?"

"That little guy on your wrist is so noisy."

Youchang lowered his eyes and caught a glimpse of the green flame on her wrist.

"Wow, why is there such a strong evil spirit? The material of your weapon is indeed a little bit poor. If you don't strengthen it, once the evil spirit dissipates, the weapon will be downgraded."

Yang Zhao was extremely surprised. It feels good to have connections. Just a few words from others saved him a lot of effort.

"Hey, thank you, senior. I wonder what the Qianji Pavilion uses to settle the bill? Is it various gold and silver or treasures of equal value? Please tell me so that I can be prepared."

"Gold and silver will do. If you have copper or iron, that will do. Dragon bones are hard to come by, but they're not that rare."

Youan saw the two people chatting animatedly, pulled his beard and thought for a moment, then said.

"Since Feng'an is taking you to Qianji Pavilion, I can't be stingy. How about I find you a good weapon refiner? I don't think you can refine weapons."

"Thank you, senior."

The three of them strolled around Qiongyin City for a whole day and saw no less than forty small arenas of various kinds. Feng An and the others kept their eyes on the children on the street, while Yang Zhao kept his eyes on the arena.

Yang Zhao's eyes lit up and he exclaimed that it was an eye-opener.

Even though these people's cultivation is not high, they come from different sects, different cultivation worlds, and have different races.

Ninety percent of the spells, treasures, etc. were things Yang Zhao had never seen before.

Later, Youan treated the two of them to a drink, and they agreed to meet the next morning, and then they went back to rest.

Yang Zhao followed behind Feng An, and suddenly laughed out loud, not knowing what he was thinking about. Feng An didn't understand why.

"It's just a dragon bone. Is it worth being so happy?"

"It's not that. I just feel like today went too smoothly."

"Today the three of us are going to a restaurant, one of the best restaurants in Qiongyin City, and we are going to the best upper room."

As he said this, Yang Zhao couldn't help laughing.

"According to the script, we just went upstairs when someone else wanted to go upstairs, but there was no room left. After checking around, we three were the weakest, but we had the best rooms. We must have been unwilling to give up the rooms..."

Feng An looked at Yang Zhao with strange eyes, tapped his toes, and quickened his pace.

"How can there be such a stupid cultivator? How can such a stupid cultivator cultivate to the Golden Core Stage?"

"Read less storybooks."

"Yes."

Early the next morning, the three of them agreed to meet at another city gate. Yang Zhao treated them to a special insect meal, and then the three of them strolled to the Qianji Pavilion.

Qianji Pavilion is located on a main street in the north of the city, occupying a full half of the street and with more than 30 buildings.

Yang Zhao was secretly amazed when he saw this.

The buildings in Qiongyin City are tall and pointed, most of them are fifty or sixty meters high, and there are also many that are over a hundred meters high.

How much goods does Qianji Pavilion have to sell?

"The owner of this Qianji Pavilion is quite a character. He started out by cultivating Qianji beans, and in just a few hundred years he has created a huge industry."

"Did their family cultivate the Qianji beans?"

Seeing the two of them nod, Yang Zhao couldn't help but admire them.

She loves the beans so much.

"Senior Youchang, does Qiongyin City allow the use of traction beans?"

"It's OK to use it, but there are many cultivators in the Four Directions Conference. If they leave, the Qianji beans will be gone. Some unorthodox cultivators will even detain the spirits in the Qianji beans. Although they can't kill people, it's easy to make people unlucky and have headaches for a few days."

As soon as the three people entered the Tianji Pavilion, a young waiter came to greet them. When he saw the faces of the three people, he was obviously shocked and finally lowered his head.

"Greetings, Son of God. Please come this way."

After the young man greeted the guests, he led the way.

After walking a few steps, the scene in front of them changed. A large house appeared in front of the three people, and a young girl came up to them.

"Anle from Qianji Pavilion, I greet the Goddess Feng'an and Goddess Youchang."

The two sons of God sat on the main seats without being invited.

"Oh, I didn't expect that the Great Manager Anle would come to my Qingyi Divine Realm. It really brings honor to my humble abode."

Anle avoided the topic and just invited Yang Zhao to take a seat. The two of them sat together at the bottom.

As soon as we sat down, young men came one after another to bring tea and snacks.

The tea aroma is fragrant and full of spiritual energy.

This was a rare and good tea. Yang Zhao couldn't help but drink two more sips.

"I wonder what the two sons of God have to say to you?"

The two sons of gods did not speak. Yang Zhao put down his teacup and spoke.

"We are here today for the dragon bones."

Anle's eyes naturally fell on Yang Zhao

"There are dragon bones, but not many. What quality do you want? How many pieces do you want?"

Yang Zhao had no idea how many pieces were needed, so she tapped the Jiaolong Spear on her wrist and asked softly.

"Yushan, how much do you want?"

"Golden Core Dragon Bones, preferably from the Nascent Soul stage, three vertebrae, three coccyx, and one heart bone."

Yushan's voice was eerie.

Anle thought carefully for a while.

"The rest is easy to deal with, but I only have that one piece of the heart bone left in Qianji Tower, and I'll use it as a prize for tonight's Qianji Contest."