The immortality of mortals

Chapter 28 Ancient Purple Sophora Tree
"What, Brother Yang, are you going to participate in this Immortal Ascension Conference?"

After learning that Yang Xuan was going to participate in the competition to compete for the top ten, the handsome young man He Xiaochuan showed a bit of surprise.

Although monks cannot judge age by appearance.

But low-level immortal cultivators are actually not much different from ordinary people, and their age can often be seen in their appearance.

Yang Xuan obviously looks very young.

He Xiaochuan estimated that the other party should be in his 20s.

So I want to persuade him to practice for a few more years.

"Brother Yang, this Immortal Ascension Conference is very dangerous. I think you might as well wait until the next one to participate..."

He Xiaochuan shared some experiences passed down by his elders.

The Ascension Conference requires participating monks to be no more than forty years old, so many people stick to their age and wait until they are in their 30s to reach the highest level of cultivation and have greater confidence before participating.

Young monks are inexperienced and weak.

If you encounter these old fritters early, you will be in a worrying situation.

"Haha, if you don't dare to fight when you are young and energetic, what will you achieve if you waste more than ten years?"

The young man by the window poured himself tea, and his words seemed to reveal a bit of edge unintentionally.

He Xiaochuan was stunned when he saw it, and for a moment he didn't know how to refute.

After the food and wine were exhausted, the two of them left the city and flew towards the Zihuai Valley.

With He Xiaochuan leading the way, Yang Xuan didn't have to look for directions.

According to what the handsome young man said, he also had a new friend whom he had agreed to meet at Zihuai Valley.

The two of them entered Qingmang Mountain and made many twists and turns, climbed over several mountains and then passed through dense forests.

The cramped scene in the deep mountains and old forests suddenly became clear.

I saw a wide plain in the valley ahead, with many cultivators in strange costumes or carrying magic weapons driving spirit beasts to and fro.

At the end of the flat land, a huge locust tree stands tall, covering half of the city.

Various spiritual birds are circling, white and purple locust flowers are as bright as beads, and pavilions and buildings are vaguely visible, hidden among the dense branches and leaves.

Yang Xuan heard about it before he came.

There is a huge ancient locust tree in Zihuai Valley.

Among them, there is also the Mu family, a cultivating family that relies on trees to survive. It is built on a leafy old locust tree.

'Such a large ancient locust tree must have broken through its growth restrictions long ago and turned into a spiritual tree.Only those in the world of cultivating immortals can see it...'

It is said that ancient locust trees grow on underground spiritual veins.

Just being on the periphery, Yang Xuan felt that the concentration of spiritual energy around him was slightly higher than that in the ordinary world.

If you enter the ancient locust tree filled with spiritual energy, your cultivation will definitely speed up a bit.

However, the locust tree has been occupied by the Mu family for a long time. If you want to stay in the tree for the night or practice, you need to pay the spirit stone.

"Little friend He, I've been looking for you for a long time..."

While Yang Xuan was admiring the scenery of Zihuai Valley, an old man with a face as ruddy as a baby and white beard and hair came over with a smile.

He Xiaochuan also said hello immediately.

Obviously the old man is another friend in his mouth.

Yang Xuan didn't expect that He Xiaochuan actually had an old friend. He was also at the sixth level of Qi Refining. He was wearing a Bagua purple gold Taoist robe, and he looked a bit like an immortal.

But it’s okay to fool mortals with this image.

The old man was at the sixth level of Qi Refining at his age, and although he was wearing luxurious clothes, he was wearing ordinary clothes of the world.

In the eyes of immortal cultivators, it is somewhat worthless.

"This little friend is..."

The old Taoist stroked his beard and behaved like a senior.

But when he discovered Yang Xuan's exposed seventh-level cultivation, his expression immediately changed. After hearing He Xiaochuan's introduction, he said with a smile:
"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Yang. My surname is Wu and my given name is Wu Dexin... Hehe, Fellow Daoist is really young and promising. He has actually reached the late stage of Qi refining!" The beginning of the layer is the later stage.

The sixth and seventh floors seem to be only a little apart, but they are a hurdle that many monks cannot overcome in their lifetime.

After learning that Yang Xuan planned to participate in the Immortal Ascension Conference, Wu Laodao showed a variety of complex expressions of surprise and envy.

A monk like him spends his life wandering in the middle stage of Qi refining.

Even qualifying for the conference is out of reach.

After chatting with each other for a while, Wu Laodao seemed to be interested in making friends with Yang Xuan, an 'advanced cultivator' at the seventh level of Qi Refining, and took the initiative to take the two of them, who were new to Zihuai Valley, around to familiarize themselves with the environment.

Yang Xuan also had this intention and nodded in agreement.

Under the explanation of Wu Laodao.

The location where the three of them are now belongs to the outer area of ​​Zihuai Valley. The monks can stay for free and there is also a planned area for setting up stalls and trading.

Many people who came to join in the excitement of the Immortal Ascension Conference, or those who were short of money, could sleep in the outer areas for the night.

Along the way, Yang Xuan saw many monks occupying many rocks, under the shade of trees, and on the grass. Some even took out a futon and started meditating directly.

The grand gathering that gathers tens of thousands of monks once every ten years makes this place overcrowded.

Going in through the outer area is the inner area of ​​the ancient locust tree.

Countless aerial vines and wooden steps descended from the ancient trees, leading the monks onto the thick knotted branches.

The real shops and accommodations in Zihuai Valley are in the tree house complex built along the entire ancient locust tree.

Entering the inner area, the number of monks around him instantly decreased.

Yang Xuan couldn't help but sigh, as expected, the low-level monks were the majority.

According to Wu Laodao, if you want to spend the night in an ancient locust tree, the cheapest tree house room will cost two spiritual stones per ten days.

This is too expensive for ordinary Qi refining monks.

When Wu Laodao was talking, he also hinted at the advantages of staying in a tree house to He Xiaochuan, as if he wanted to trick him into taking out the spiritual stone and letting the three of them stay.

Generally speaking, children from aristocratic families are always much richer than casual cultivators.

But just when He Xiaochuan was hesitating, a shout suddenly rang out, and eight monks, five men and three women, walked up the steps not far away.

"Brother Xiaochuan, why are you here?"

A rather cute-looking girl among the monks greeted.

"Two friends and I came for a walk in advance..."

He Xiaochuan introduced each other to the two parties. The eight people opposite him were relatives of the same clan as him.

When Yang Xuan was introduced, the cute girl's eyes lit up instantly. She was about to say something when she heard a voice from behind:
"Okawa, you should follow the family and don't run around by yourself."

A man about 30 years old, who looked like a leader, stepped forward and patted He Xiaochuan on the shoulder in a deep voice.

"You are young, don't let some idle people fool you. If you are in the company of some idle cultivators with evil intentions, it will be a trivial matter to get defrauded of money."

"Ah...I don't have it, Brother Ningyuan..."

Everyone present was not a fool, so they could naturally hear the derogatory meaning in the man's words.

He Xiaochuan hurriedly wanted to defend his friend.

However, Yang Xuan had achieved his goal and was familiar with the environment of Zihuai Valley, so he smiled and said: "Since you, Brother Xiaochuan, are going to go with the tribe, I will also say goodbye. See you again someday."

After saying that, he stopped staying and turned to leave.

The leader, He Ningyuan, watched the other party leave with a faint smile on his face, feeling a little self-conscious in his heart.

The girl next to her looked a bit regretful.

"Hey, Brother Yang, Fellow Daoist Yang... just wait for me."

Wu Laodao assessed the situation and saw that He Xiaochuan was surrounded by people of the same race. It would be useless to stay longer, so he went straight after Yang Xuan.

(End of this chapter)