I am a late bloomer in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 691: The Talent of a One-foot-tall Heavenly Infant and the Chance of a Corpse-sinking Evil Land (4k, please subscribe)

He had thought that the green-robed monk sitting on this fourth-order flying boat was at a very high level, but he had never imagined that he, a dignified Jindan Zhenjun, could not even withstand a trace of spiritual pressure emanating from him.

"Could it be... he is a quasi-god? Or is he the legendary god?"

The middle-aged man in Confucian robes had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but he was also afraid, worried that if he approached rashly, he would anger the powerful Wei Tu.

However, the next scene put his worries to rest and he felt a little relieved.

After the spiritual light dissipated, the senior in green robe instantly jumped down from the flying boat and suddenly appeared in front of him. He pointed his fingers and used his magic power to forcibly repair the hidden injury on his golden elixir.

Based on this alone, he knew that this senior might be difficult to get along with, but he was definitely not a very aggressive person.

"Mingshan Market? It seems that we have reached the Central Region."

After healing the injury of the middle-aged man in Confucian robe, Wei Tu scanned the nearby building signs with his spiritual sense and got an idea.

As the inner hall elder of the Nine-Nation Alliance and the sixth Taoist master of the Taizhen Sect, he had obtained detailed intelligence about the Great Yan Central Region from these two forces early on.

"Now, let's go meet up with my fourth brother and the cultivators from Dingling Sect." He took out the jade slip of the Central Region map, looked at it for a while, and thought to himself.

According to his previous instructions, Fu Zhizhou and the monks of Dingling Sect should have retreated to the market near "Xianling Dao", one of the four sects in the Central Region.

Mingshanfang City is not far from the gate of Xianlingdao Mountain. He will be able to arrive there in about half a month.

However, just as Wei Tu was about to leave, he saw the middle-aged man in Confucian robes standing in front of him seemed to have made up his mind. He took a step forward and blocked his way.

"Excuse me, Senior, is your last name Wen?"

The middle-aged man in Confucian robes gritted his teeth and bowed deeply.

"Your last name is Wen?" Upon hearing this, Wei Tu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and suddenly realized something.

The middle-aged man in scholarly robes who saw this scene also confirmed his previous judgment.

"Although my realm is low, as the master of this market, I still have some ability and can find out some movements in the Central Region. Perhaps... it can be of some help to you..."

"This is also a way of expressing gratitude... to the senior for his kindness in saving us."

The middle-aged scholar in Confucian robes spoke again.

He approached the flying boat where Wei Tu was, and was then injured by a ray of spiritual pressure emanating from Wei Tu. Logically, it was considered an "accidental injury" by Wei Tu, and Wei Tu was to blame for it.

But this world is the world of the strong.

As the lord of the market town, it was not wrong for him to ask Wei Tu about the purpose of coming here. However, in the face of the huge gap in strength... he deserved to be injured because of his rash approach.

"Help? If you really help me, I will reward you. I won't be stingy and won't give you a penny."

Upon hearing this, Wei Tu's face immediately showed an interested look. He looked at the middle-aged man in Confucian robes seriously for a few times, and after staring at him to make him a little nervous, he smiled faintly and said this.

Just now, the middle-aged man in scholar's robes recognized his fake identity in the southern region of Great Yan. With his experience in the martial arts world, he knew that he was most likely in a "wanted status" now.

And he is wanted by the Central Region forces.

——The hands of Lord Ji Le Shen Hou and Old Man Yin Gui cannot reach the central region of Dayan.

Therefore, compared to reporting the forces that wanted him and collecting the reward, it was a huge risk for the middle-aged man in scholar's robe to "block his way" and make the matter clear at this time.

Wei Tu was also very curious about how this middle-aged man in Confucian robes had the confidence to gain more benefits from him than reporting the matter.

"Please come into the mansion to discuss in detail, Senior."

"Although the cultivators in the market are at a low level and have difficulty in contacting the Xianling Dao's wanted order for the senior, and cannot recognize who the senior is, if they stay here for too long, it is inevitable that their influence will continue to expand, which will be detrimental to the senior..."

The middle-aged man in Confucian robes pointed out the information that Wei Tu was interested in, then extended his hand and saluted.

After he finished speaking, he saw Wei Tu nod his head, then he flew forward to lead the way, and brought Wei Tu to the most central and luxurious mansion in the market.

"Five years ago, Xianling Dao learned from the southern region of Da Yan that Senior was wanted by the Nine Nations Alliance. Then, four years ago, a wanted order for Senior was spread throughout the entire territory of Xianling Dao, including Mingshanfang City, an affiliated force."

"Of course, it's not a wanted order. The Xianling Dao high-level officials... only said that they would report it immediately after seeing you, senior, but they didn't say that they would take any compulsory measures against you..."

The middle-aged man in Confucian robes forced a smile and made a few excuses for Xianlingdao's behavior.

Although he understood that Xianlingdao's action was basically a wanted order, it was only because Wei Tu was too powerful and it was not good to alert the enemy that such orders were given...but he did not want to be involved in the conflict between Wei Tu and Xianlingdao.

It is true that wealth and honor can be sought through risk, but if you can avoid it, you should try your best to avoid it.

However, what surprised the middle-aged man in Confucian clothes was that

Hearing this, Wei Tu did not show any worry on his face, and his expression remained calm and composed.

“That’s the power of the Gods!”

The middle-aged man in Confucian robe was a little amazed at Wei Tu's skill in cultivating qi.

"Wanted by Xianlingdao? If this is the only reason, you won't get anything good from me."

Wei Tu raised his head and reminded.

He knew without thinking that the Xianling Dao was wanted for him. It was nothing more than seeing that the Lord of Bliss was wanted for him in the Southern Region and guessing that he might have some valuable treasure in his hands, so he thought of taking advantage of the situation and issued this order to the forces within the country.

Although this information was valuable to him, it was not that valuable.

As a veteran in the world of immortal cultivation, he could predict it in advance and be alert even if the middle-aged man in Confucian robes did not remind or inform him.

This time, if he had not been in meditation for too long, making it difficult for him to use his magic power, he would have disguised himself as someone else and entered the border of the Central Region long ago, and would not have let the middle-aged man in Confucian robes, the minions of the Immortal Dao, discover or notice anything.

"I know about this matter, but what I provided to you is not only this information, but also the solution to the problem of Xianling Dao and other divine transformation forces."

The middle-aged man in scholar's robes replied respectfully.

"Method?" Wei Tu's eyebrows twitched, and he was really interested at this moment.

The information is not valuable because an old wanted criminal like him can foresee that he will be wanted.

The means to solve the wanted trouble are not like that.

Sometimes, it is a way to survive.

Of course, the prerequisite for survival is that he is not a deity and does not have the power to defeat the immortals.

But Wei Tu was very curious about.

This middle-aged man in Confucian robes is just a Jindan cultivator, and he doesn't know the specific reason why the Xianling Dao is wanted. How can he be so confident and arrogant as to influence the decision of a Shenhua sect?

When he finished speaking, the middle-aged man in Confucian robes was also carefully observing Wei Tu's expression. When he saw that Wei Tu finally showed interest, he felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I am not a talented person. My ancestors were high-ranking members of the Xianling Dao. However, because the younger generation did not live up to expectations, they gradually drifted away from the core circle of the Xianling Dao. Until now... no one in my family has been able to join the Xianling Dao and become an inner disciple or a core disciple."

"But our ancestors did accumulate some blessings, leaving some good fortune for the younger generations."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man in scholar's robes took out a brocade box from his storage bag, opened it, and placed it on the table.

Inside the brocade box, there was a talisman made of spiritual crystal with the word "Xianling" printed on it.

"In the Immortal Spirit Dao, there is a sect rule that those who hold this Immortal Spirit Order can enjoy ten times of immunity from execution unless they have committed the capital crime of treason."

"As long as you hold this immortal order, you will be fine even if you encounter a divine master of the immortal way."

The middle-aged man in Confucian robes said with reluctance.

"So that's the reason." Wei Tu felt a little disappointed. He thought the middle-aged man in Confucian robes could come up with some amazing plan, but he never expected that he just took out the immortal way's golden medal of immunity from death for him.

However, this was too much for him to ask. Although the immortal spirit's golden medal of immunity from death was useless to him, it was useless to him, a god-transforming master. If it was to a "quasi-god-transforming master", it would still be of great use.

At least, after being hunted down by the immortal god, he could use this golden medal of immunity to avoid death.

"Xianling Ling, how many sides are there in Xianling Dao?"

Wei Tu thought about it and asked this question.

If this item is precious, he wouldn't mind buying it from the middle-aged man in Confucian clothes and collecting it.

Maybe it will come in handy someday.

"In the past ten thousand years, Xianling Dao has only issued thirty-four masks to the senior members of the sect. All of these senior members are cultivators who have made great contributions to Xianling Dao."

“It’s a pity that my descendants are incompetent and have brought disgrace upon the family’s reputation.” The middle-aged man in scholar’s ​​robes sighed.

After hearing this, Wei Tu understood a little.

This fairy order is precious, but it is not precious either.

The reason why it is precious is that if one commits a serious crime in the Xianling territory, this order can save the lives of his family and himself.

To say that it is not precious is because this order has become too common among the high-level officials of the Immortal Spiritual Path.

Basically every noble family has this thing.

To a true immortal Taoist family, this item is almost the same as a piece of waste paper.

Otherwise, if it was really precious, the middle-aged man in Confucian robes would not have chosen him as the object of exchange. It would be obviously more cost-effective to exchange him with an emerging family in the Xianling Dao.

"What do you want to exchange?"

Wei Tu put the fairy order back into the brocade box with a lack of interest and asked casually.

"Two hundred spirit crystals." Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man in scholar's robe offered a high price with a little trepidation in his heart.

"No! One hundred spirit crystals."

As soon as he finished speaking, seeing Wei Tu frowning, the middle-aged man in Confucian robes made a prompt decision and cut the price in half.

However, this price was still not worth it for Wei Tu. He shook his head and stood up to leave.

He thought that he was also bewildered and had unrealistic expectations of a Jindan cultivator.

But until the middle-aged scholar in Confucian clothes tried to keep him again——

“What? Nine-Aperture Golden Ganoderma? Your family has such a treasure?” Wei Tu paused, extremely surprised.

Although the Nine-Aperture Golden Ganoderma is far inferior to the Five-Colored Precious Lotus and is not among the fifth-grade spiritual medicines, it is also a rare spiritual medicine among the fourth-grade spiritual medicines that is effective in improving the cultivation of the spirit transformation.

"This thing is not owned by my family. It is a spiritual medicine that was planted by Xianlingdao before... Because of the relationship with my ancestor, I know something about it."

The middle-aged man in scholar's robe smiled awkwardly.

This matter is equivalent to selling the core secrets of Xianlingdao to Wei Tu. If discovered by Xianlingdao, it would be equivalent to treason. Even with the Xianling Order in hand, the family would inevitably be massacred and the sect would be exterminated.

But he really had no other choice.

The family has declined to this point. If he does not look for another opportunity, he may never have the chance to achieve Nascent Soul in his lifetime.

"Where is this thing?"

Wei Tu asked as his heart moved.

Stealing his elixir is tantamount to killing people for stealing treasures. He would never do this if it were his turn.

But if it's the Fairy Way...

He had no scruples at all.

This sect was secretly wanted for him, so he took away the "Nine-Aperture Golden Ganoderma" from their medicine garden, which was considered a tit-for-tat approach.

With the addition of this Nine-Aperture Golden Ganoderma, plus the spiritual power left in his body by the Five-Colored Precious Lotus, it should be enough for him to break through the "great success" of the early stage of the Spirit Transformation and move towards the "peak" of the early stage of the Spirit Transformation.

Not bad!

During these seven or eight years of short practice, he successfully advanced from the "minor success" of the initial stage of the God Transformation to the "great success" of the initial stage of the God Transformation, breaking through this small realm.

Of course, this is also closely related to his "one-foot-tall celestial infant" talent.

His "one-foot-long celestial infant" is definitely a top-notch talent among the gods in the human world.

——To improve your cultivation, you are not limited by your talent. The only factor that determines the level of your realm is accumulation.

"A place where corpses are buried."

"Of course, it is the outskirts of this desolate area."

The middle-aged man in Confucian robes said without hesitation.

"A place where corpses are buried?"

Hearing this, Wei Tu was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that he had just arrived in the Central Region and had become involved with the most top-level forbidden area in the Great Yan Cultivation World.

Decades ago, at a gathering in Xiyue Tower, Gong Shulan said that there were gods coming in and out of the "Evil Land of Sinking Corpses", and he still remembers it vividly.

"The information about the Nine-aperture Golden Ganoderma... No! You know, all the information about the Immortal Spirit Dao from your ancestors, tell me everything, no matter how big or small, plus the Immortal Spirit Order... I will give you 100 Spirit Crystals!"

"If there is any concealment, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Wei Tu took a deep look at the middle-aged man in Confucian robes, then waved his sleeves and released a trace of his divine power.

"Become a god?"

In an instant, the middle-aged man in the scholar's robe turned pale and sweat broke out on his forehead. He immediately understood why Wei Tu was not interested in the "Immortal Order" in his hand.

How could a God-Transforming Realm be afraid of the God-Transforming Realm Sect?

"Junior understands, junior understands. I will record all the information about the Immortal Spirit Path one by one."

The middle-aged man in Confucian robes swallowed his saliva and did not dare to waste any time. He immediately took out a stack of blank jade slips from his storage bag and used his spiritual sense to make rubbings of them.

After a while.

There were dozens of jade slips on the table.

Each jade slip contains a large amount of information about the immortal way.

There was even some information that the middle-aged man in Confucian robes knew about the other four major sects in the Central Region besides the Xianling Dao.

But Wei Tu did not believe this information easily.

After the middle-aged man in Confucian robes finished copying the jade slip, he immediately summoned the Red Dragon Ancestor and asked him to use the "Soul-Calling Technique" to verify whether the information in the jade slip was correct.

After making sure that everything was correct, he reawakened the middle-aged man in Confucian robes and threw a hundred spirit crystals to him.

——After obtaining the inheritance from Master Tiegui, he couldn't help but act more generously.

One hundred spirit crystals were just a drop in the bucket of the number of spirit crystals he had.

(End of this chapter)