From the fake emperor to the concubine

"The two immortals will never play tricks on me."

Amid such tangled thoughts, at noon on the sixth day, the sun was high in the sky, and the scorching sunlight baked the loess outside the mountain temple dry and cracked, making people feel irritable and uneasy.

Inside the temple, Bai Mochen, who had reached the innate realm, was not afraid of water or fire, and the high temperature had no effect on him, but the anxiety in his heart burned like a raging fire.

It made him feel extremely depressed.

At this moment, the sound of carriage wheels rolling came from afar, accompanied by a person's complaint: "Daoyou Zheng Yi, is it necessary to take such a long detour?

The young master of the manor might have forgotten about this matter a long time ago. Even if he has spiritual roots, if he misses the chance to become an immortal, it is nothing more than a waste of time."

“But his secret magic technique of blood escape.

It might come in handy someday, so we can’t ignore this cause and effect relationship.”

Under Zheng Yi's patient persuasion.

Wang Xing had no choice but to come along.

The moment he heard the voice, Bai Mochen, who had already reached the Xiantian realm, didn't care about anything else. He rushed out like an arrow from a bow, shouting loudly: "Two Immortals, I'm still here, I'm still here!"

In his mind.

The universe is so vast, but none of them is as important as cultivating immortality.

"Um?

You're still here."

Wang Xing looked at Bai Mochen in front of him, stunned.

"The Immortal Master has personally promised me, how could I refuse?"

Bai Mochen said.

Wang Xing scratched his head and looked at Zheng Yi again: "Do you really want to take him back to be a fairy seedling?
The Wang family didn't ask us to do this, and it's not our business."

"This person's spiritual roots may bring us surprises."

Zheng Yi chuckled.

"it is good."

Wang Xing had no choice but to nod.

Anyway, he has taken advantage of Zheng Yi a lot this time.

"Then get in the car. The position of groom is now yours."

As Wang Xing spoke, he handed the whip in his hand to Bai Mochen.

Bai Mochen held the horsewhip, overjoyed.

It seemed as if everything was just a dream.

He agreed with a smile, sat down on the carriage, acted as a coachman, and shouted excitedly.

he knows.

The door to the world of immortal cultivation was slowly opening to him.

From now on.

He, the young master of the nameless villa, is no longer just a mortal, but a man who is about to embark on the path to immortality.

……

In the King’s house at Piao Miao Mountain, inside the power transmission hall.

Zheng Yi brought Bai Mosheng to the steward.

“Steward, we met this man in the secular world on our way home.

He has spiritual roots.

As for what kind of spiritual root it is, I am not sure either."

In the four directions of the universe, people with spiritual roots can get a general idea by detecting spiritual energy.

But Zheng Yi could only speculate on the details.

Zheng Yi shook his head but did not say it directly.

After all, if you say it rashly, not only will you steal the credit from the manager, but it may not be beneficial to the stranger.

"Daoyou Zheng Yi is indeed a person that my Wang family values ​​very much. He is also Master Zhang's favorite disciple and son-in-law. It is great that you can gain such a lot just by going home."

As the manager spoke, he stepped forward and looked Bai Mosheng up and down.

Bai Mosheng did not dare to hesitate for a moment and quickly told his family situation, past experiences, etc. in detail.

You know, if you want to join the Wang family and become a member of the immortal world, it takes more than just spiritual roots.

The applicant must have a clean background, no connection with other immortal forces, secular forces not included, and have impeccable character.

For people like Zheng Yi who are able to take part in the Qingyun Sect assessment, it is just like taking the civil service exam. They have already gone through various screenings before reaching the selection stage.

So when they walked from the top of the mountain to the mountainside that day, they would be recruited by people from various families. At that time, there were basically no additional requirements, because Qingyun Sect had already examined those conditions for them.

The steward glanced at what Bai Mosheng had recorded and said nothing more.

These fights and kills in the martial arts world are really not worth mentioning in the eyes of immortal cultivators.

"My Wang family will send someone to investigate and verify your place of origin and related information.

If this is true, you can become a member of my royal family.

But today, for the sake of fellow Daoist Zheng Yi, I will test your spiritual roots first."

The steward said.

He took out a bronze magic plate and poured spiritual energy into Bai Mosheng's body.

In an instant.

The bronze magic plate shone brightly, which was obviously different from the reaction of the lower-grade spiritual roots.

Seeing this light, the manager's eyes lit up, and he looked at Bai Mosheng again, with a bit more surprise on his face.

Without saying a word, he stretched out his right hand and touched Bai Mo's bones. Judging from his age, he felt that he was still suitable and had not missed the best time to practice.

"You were able to enter my Wang family before you even started cultivating immortals, and you have a mid-grade spiritual root. Although it's not a top-grade spiritual root, it's pretty good."

After saying that, the steward looked at Zheng Yi again and said, "Please rest assured, Fellow Daoist Zheng Yi, the family will not treat him unfairly and will give him a reward."

Zheng Yi nodded. The fact that he had a mid-grade spiritual root was before him, so the family situation and other information about Bai Mosheng were most likely not false.

In other words.

Bai Mosheng has already joined the Wang family of Piaomiao Mountain and become one of the Wang family's immortal seedlings.

The procedures went smoothly.

When the sun set, Bai Mosheng followed Zheng Yi to Xianmiao District.

Zheng Yi personally took him to the courtyard arranged for him by the Wang family.

Bai Mosheng weighed the copy of "Wang Family Tianyun Jue" in his hand. Until this moment, he still felt like he was in a dream.

Not only did he have spiritual roots, but they were mid-grade spiritual roots. He even had a glimmer of hope of breaking through to the foundation-building stage, although the hope was not great.

But compared to my initial expectations, it is already much higher.

When he looked at Zheng Yi again, the slightly awed aloofness in Bai Mo's eyes was gone, replaced by full respect.

He bowed deeply to Zheng Yi and said, "Master Zheng, I am so grateful for your kindness in leading me on the path of cultivation and guiding me in the way of Qi Refining.

Now that you and I are fellow practitioners, I, Bai Shengmo, will definitely remember all the kindness you have shown me before."

Zheng Yi helped him up and turned to leave.

In Zheng Yi's opinion.

This is just a transaction, and I don't want to mix in too many other factors to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

Although the other party had a mid-grade spiritual root, Zheng Yi did not care too much about it. Others might look up to mid-grade spiritual roots, but to him, it was nothing more than that.

Seeing Zheng Yi's expression, Bai Mosheng didn't dare to be careless at all, but he didn't think much about it. He turned back to his room and couldn't wait to start practicing "Tianyun Jue".

As the saying goes, once you step into the world of immortal cultivation, you will have nothing to do with the secular world anymore.

As the night deepened, Zheng Yi returned home.

When the wife saw her husband returning, she greeted him warmly.

That night!

Zheng Yi came to Tingxiang Garden and absorbed pure yin energy through dual cultivation with his wife Zhang Qingmiao.

This night was fruitful.

"Absorb pure Yin energy and increase your lifespan by fifty years."

"Absorbing pure Yin Qi, the spiritual energy of Tianyun Jue increases by 100." "Absorbing pure Yin Qi, the golden spiritual root increases by 70."

"Absorbing pure Yin energy, the water spirit root increases by thirty-five."

……

After a night of joy, I woke up the next morning.

Zheng Yi looked at the delicate body in his arms and said softly, "We're about to take a step further."

"Uh-huh."

Zhang Qingmiao lay in Zheng Yi's arms, nodding her head happily.

I thought the days would go on peacefully like this.

However, one morning.

Zheng Yi was just about to go to the Kung Fu Transmission Hall, but before he could even go out, he saw Bai Mosheng, who had already entered the first level of Qi Refining, rushing towards him from a distance.

Bai Mosheng didn't feel relieved until he saw Zheng Yi.

These few days were enough for Bai Mosheng, a man of the world, to understand a lot of common sense about the Wang family of Piaomiao Mountain and the world of immortal cultivation.

"Meet Immortal Zheng Yi."

Bai Mosheng still addressed him respectfully.

Zheng Yi glanced at him and said with a smile, "Just call me fellow Taoist."

Bai Mosheng quickly agreed.

The two of them walked towards the Transmission Hall together. Bai Mosheng smiled and said softly, "To be honest with you, Daoist Fellow Zheng Yi, I came here today to ask for something.

In that nameless villa, I also have a younger sister. Although she cannot be described as a beauty, she is also a pretty girl with outstanding looks.

Now she is sixteen years old and it is time for her to get married.

During the past few days I have been at the Wang family, I have heard that Daoist Zheng Yi had intended to remarry, and I came here today to facilitate this marriage."

At this time, the two had arrived at the Transmission Hall.

In fact, according to the procedure, this kind of thing should have a matchmaker or middleman to propose marriage, but Bai Mosheng was too optimistic about Zheng Yi, and the two of them already knew each other.

Why let the middleman earn that commission and be the sucker for nothing?

Zheng Yi was about to refuse.

After all, he already has a wife at home, and marrying another one casually, although harmless, would not be of any benefit.

At this time, Bai Mosheng seemed to realize that Zheng Yi wanted to refuse.

He suddenly came closer and said in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist Zheng Yi, wait a minute, to be honest, my sister should also have spiritual roots.

I went back to the villa these few days and tested her."

After hearing this, Zheng Yi just smiled faintly and said, "If she really has spiritual roots, then that would be great.

Just tell the steward and you can get a dozen spirit stones, which can be considered as a cultivation resource. Besides, she can join the Wang family, so she doesn't have to marry me."

Zheng Yi patiently explained to Bai Mosheng.

Bai Mosheng gritted his teeth.

He understood that Zheng Yi was truly thinking about him, and he said softly, "Daoyou Zheng Yi, my sister has high aspirations and is very ambitious.

If she knew that she had spiritual roots.

I'm afraid we need to raise our horizons a bit more."

Zheng Yi now completely understood the meaning of Bai Mosheng's words. It seemed that his sister's spiritual roots were not of low quality, but like Bai Mosheng's, they were of medium quality.

"This is a matter of fate, and it cannot be forced."

Zheng Yi paused for a moment and looked at Bai Mosheng again, and couldn't help but admire him a little more.

After all, "a gentleman judges by deeds, not by heart." It is not easy for Bai Mosheng to do this. If it were me, I might not be able to handle it so thoroughly.

If this marriage is concluded.

The expectations of people with middle-grade spiritual roots for their own development are different from those of people with low-grade spiritual roots.

If Bai Mosheng asked around a bit, he would know the current condition of Zheng Yi's spiritual roots. If both sides harbored resentment at that time, it would be bad.

Zheng Yi patted Bai Mosheng on the shoulder.

Then he went straight to the Alchemy Pavilion.

Bai Mosheng had no choice but to leave for the time being.

Bai Mosheng left the Piaomiao Mountain King's home and came to a nearby secular force - Qingniu Town.

He walked into the inn in the town and soon saw a woman who looked three-quarters like him.

The woman was wearing light yellow clothes and was sitting in front of a bronze mirror. She had a curved smile on her lips. She was truly a beauty.

I heard the door being pushed open.

She saw the figure behind her through the bronze mirror, and immediately stood up and greeted him happily: "Brother, you are here!"

"Ah."

Bai Mosheng responded, but he looked a little distraught.

He thought of what Zheng Yi had said before, and his heart sank. He then told his sister all his plans, "Ling'er, I want you to marry Fellow Daoist Zheng Yi, what do you think?"

"Brother, how could you do this?"

Bai Ling'er suddenly became very reluctant and looked unhappy.

She pouted and looked at Bai Mosheng pitifully, "Brother, you have a mid-grade spiritual root now, and it will be a sure thing for you to break through to the late stage of Qi Refining in the future.

My sister and I should also have middle-grade spiritual roots. Could it be that after more than ten years, both of us brothers and sisters have reached the late stage of Qi Refining, but my sister has married a man who is only in the middle stage of Qi Refining? How could this be possible?

Brother, how could you do such a thing? "

Bai Mosheng opened his mouth but couldn't say anything for a long time.

He really wanted to tell his sister, what would have happened if it weren’t for Zheng Yi.

I'm afraid that the brother and sister are now living a life worse than death.

I might have died in some dilapidated temple outside, and my sister would definitely become a tool for family marriage. With her arrogant personality, she would definitely be bullied by her in-laws after marrying. If she is lucky, she might be able to protect herself, but if she is unlucky, even the servants in the mansion might be able to look down on her at will.

Now that the villa has taken a turn for the better and the brother and sister have this opportunity, how can they be ungrateful?

"It doesn't matter."

Thousands of thoughts surged into his mind, and Bai Mosheng finally sighed, "Anyway, Immortal Zheng Yi doesn't want to."

At this moment, Bai stranger compromised.

It seemed that it was entirely because of Zheng Yi's unwillingness, rather than his sister's attitude.

These words made Bai Ling'er instantly furious.

She continued to complain, "When I get married in the future, I must marry someone powerful, at least not worse than me.

If you don't have top-grade spiritual roots, you should at least have mid-grade spiritual roots. What's the point of marrying a man who can't keep up with me? I despise him!"

These words reached Bai Mosheng's ears.

As a brother, he also has a temper, and he is not the kind of person who would spoil his sister without principles.

He frowned and said loudly: "This is not okay, and that is not okay. I hope you won't regret it later!"

But after a few days.

Bai Ling'er found an opportunity to apologize to her brother, and the relationship between the brother and sister was restored.

After all, they are blood relatives, and even if our bones are broken, our tendons are still connected.

Although Bai Mosheng had spoken harshly before, how could he really ignore his sister?

It didn't take long.

With his recommendation, his sister Bai Ling'er also married into the Piaomiao Mountain King's family.

Since she was a woman and possessed a mid-grade spiritual root, the Wang family was not in a hurry for her to make any decision, but gave her ample time to consider.

After all, there is naturally a difference in the treatment of middle-grade spiritual roots and low-grade spiritual roots.

That day, the sun sets in the west.

Zheng Yi just walked out of the Alchemy Pavilion.

His strength has now reached the fifth level of Qi Refining. If he can further break through to the sixth level of Qi Refining, he should be able to refine the Yellow Dragon Pill.

Today he tried it, and with the help of the divine consciousness of a powerful person in the Golden Core Realm, the steps of refining the Yellow Dragon Pill went smoothly, but at the end, he got stuck at the stage of insufficient spiritual power. (End of this chapter)