Cultivation: I can see the proficiency level

Chicken Head Mountain is not named for its resemblance to a chicken's head.

It is named for its towering height that reaches into the clouds, its straight, pillar-like shape, its rounded top, and the deep ravines that surround it.

This mountain also has other names such as Yangdingtian, Xiandingshan, Guluanfeng, Nü'ershan, and Guafufeng. The surrounding area mostly calls it Guluanfeng and Guafufeng.

The Su clan, a group of immortals, has lived on the mountain for generations, spanning four or five generations and hundreds of years.

The most peculiar thing about the Su Clan of Immortals is not that they live on Chicken Head Mountain, but rather that two rather strange and unusual rumors have circulated about them:

Firstly, in every generation of the Su family, the newborn baby is always a girl, and there are never any boys.

Secondly, nine out of ten sons-in-law who marry into the Su family die violent deaths and rarely have a peaceful end.

Such rumors made this peak and this immortal clan famous within a radius of one or two hundred miles, and many stories circulated about them.

Jitou Mountain and Luopo Mountain are not too far apart. When Wang Mian frequented the wild markets, he heard many rumors about the Su family, but he did not know whether they were true or not.

He had never been to Chicken Head Mountain, after all, it was the territory of the Su Clan of the Immortal Clan. The rogue cultivators of Fallen Mountain had always avoided the Immortal Clan, and the Immortal Clan also regarded the cultivators of Fallen Mountain as stinking dog shit, killing them casually when they encountered them.

Even when the cultivators of Luopo Mountain were vying for spirit grains and spirit wheat, they would only pick on the easy targets, and the Su family was clearly not among them.

"The world of cultivation is so vast that it is truly full of wonders."

Standing at the foot of the towering Jitou Mountain, looking at its straight mountain body and the rounded mountaintop peeking out from the clouds, Wang Mian couldn't help but subconsciously look down.

Seeing is believing.

It's unbelievable how similar they are.

The mountain was shrouded in layers of clouds and mist, as if a hand was grasping a towering, straight peak; it looked strange no matter how you looked at it.

"Ninth Sister, let's go up the mountain." Wang Mian withdrew his gaze.

Bai Jiuniang carried him and flew towards the mountainside, where there was a raised platform with the words "Yinxiantai" (Guiding Immortal Platform) carved on it.

There is a rule in the cultivation world: if the immortal race has set up a guiding platform, visiting cultivators must first go to the guiding platform to announce their name, state their purpose, and obtain permission before they can visit.

As Bai Jiuniang drew closer, Wang Mian also sensed the presence of two cultivators on the Immortal-Guiding Platform.

On the Immortal Guiding Platform, two robust female cultivators had already risen and were waiting. When Wang Mian landed, the older of the two female cultivators looked at him with a hint of curiosity for a moment.

The female cultivator, realizing her actions were inappropriate, quickly bowed and inquired, "May I ask what brings you here, fellow cultivator?"

She sensed the approaching aura and initially thought it was a senior visiting, but unexpectedly, the visitor was a young cultivator. The aura of a senior was actually emanating from the demonic pet beside him.

At the third level of Qi Refining, with a youthful and tender complexion, and accompanied by a mid-grade demonic pet, someone of such age and cultivation level, with such a demonic pet by his side, might be a disciple of some immortal clan, or perhaps he came out of curiosity after hearing rumors from his clan.

Every year, she had to deal with many monks who came out of curiosity, which was quite annoying.

"I am Wang Mian, a rogue cultivator. I have come to visit you to request the purchase of a Dragon Grass from your family. Please inform me of this request." Wang Mian explained his purpose.

These words made her look at him with a second glance. Such a young age and he was already at the third level of Qi Refining. Such talent, yet he was a rogue cultivator with no foundation.

They came for the Dragon Grass, but they don't look like body cultivators. Maybe they'll switch to alchemy?

Dragon Grass is mostly used by body cultivators. Its effects are quite good. It can strengthen muscles and bones, toughen skin and flesh. It can also be used to refine pills. With the help of various spiritual herbs, it can be made into Dragon Pill, Body Strengthening Pill, Yang Nourishing Pill, etc.

The Su family mostly practiced physical cultivation, and the Dragon Grass was mostly for internal use within the clan.

"Please sit for a moment, fellow Daoist. I will send a message to my clan. If they agree, you may go up the mountain. If they refuse, you may come down the mountain at your own discretion," the middle-aged female cultivator said.

Seeing that she had retrieved the communication artifact and cast a sound-blocking spell, he then spoke to inform her.

With the spell blocking her view, Wang Mian couldn't hear what she was saying. Her expression seemed to be joking, and her smile gradually widened. Occasionally, her eyes would glance at Wang Mian before quickly looking away.

Sipping the freshly served hot tea, Wang Mian sat at the table waiting.

After a short while, the female cultivator who had brought the news approached with a smile: "Fellow Daoist, the clan has given its approval. You may go up the mountain. There are clansmen waiting to guide you."

"Thank you for your trouble, fellow Daoist." Wang Mian expressed his gratitude.

"Guests are welcome, fellow Daoist, there's no need for such formalities."

After saying goodbye, Wang Mian ascended the stone steps carved into the cliff face.

Why take the mountain path instead of flying up? Because Wang Mian is a fellow Daoist, not a senior. Only seniors can fly up. If a fellow Daoist were to fly up as well, it would be disrespectful to the Su Clan.

The cultivator moved with light steps, strong physique, and agile movements, climbing rapidly upwards step by step, and reached the summit in a few quarters of an hour.

From a distance at the foot of the mountain, the mountaintop appears lush and green. Only when standing atop the mountain do you realize that it is a vast expanse of spiritual fields, where spring spiritual rice and wheat have already sprouted, stretching as far as the eye can see.

As everyone knows, there is a complete first-order spiritual vein on Chicken Head Mountain.

The spiritual veins spread out like tree roots, enriching the spiritual energy in their path, which can then be used to cultivate spiritual fields, spiritual pools, and spiritual herb gardens—all of which are family property.

Such a scene is rarely seen in a remote and impoverished place like Luopo Mountain. Only when a clan of immortal cultivators occupies a spiritual vein can such a spectacle be achieved.

Wang Mian had once longed for such a scene of vast spiritual fields, abundant spiritual rice, miraculous fish emerging from ponds, and gardens full of spiritual herbs, and he still envies it now.

This Su family is truly wealthy.

As Wang Mian looked around, a female cultivator walked over from not far away. She was broad-shouldered, plump, and strong, clearly having followed the path of body tempering to achieve such a figure.

She stood a few steps away, bowed, and said, "Fellow Daoist, this way please."

"Please lead the way, fellow Daoist." Wang Mian returned the greeting with a cupped hand and followed her along the stone path toward the houses in the distance. Along the way, there were no male cultivators in sight, but there were many girls playing and laughing, and most of the people working in the spirit fields were female cultivators.

The rumors seem to be true.

Without showing any surprise, Wang Mian followed her to a tall building. She called out "Young Clan Chief," and a clear voice came from inside: "Bring the guest in."

Stepping over the threshold and into the house, a figure dressed in a black outfit came into view.

The woman also looked at him, with a polite smile on her face, a glint of light flashing in her eyes, and she greeted him with a refreshing "Fellow Daoist Wang".

Perhaps it was because she was in the prime of her life, and possessed a dashing and heroic air, coupled with bright eyes and white teeth, and a beautiful and ethereal appearance, that Wang Mian was momentarily stunned upon seeing her.

"I was immediately captivated by your ethereal beauty upon first meeting you, fellow Daoist. I have been impolite," Wang Mian apologized.

It's no wonder he couldn't keep his manners; the fairy's beauty was simply too striking. There are many beautiful women among cultivators, like Yu Tinghe, whom I saw last time, who was also quite beautiful.

However, compared to the woman before him, he was not as good.

"Sleeping with flowers and willows is a man's nature, Fellow Daoist Wang, you flatter me." After speaking, she led Wang Mian to a seat and had someone serve tea: "I am Su Fuyao, Fellow Daoist, have you come for the Flood Dragon Grass?"

Her words and actions, as observed by Wang Mian, conveyed a sense of cleanliness, crispness, straightforwardness, clarity, and decisiveness.

It's rare to see a fellow Daoist like this.

"Fellow Daoist Su, I have come here specifically for this spiritual herb. I have heard that your esteemed immortal clan produces some, and I have come to request one."

"Fellow Daoist Wang, you may not know this, but the annual production of this Flood Dragon Grass is not large. After deducting the consumption by the body cultivators in our clan, the remainder has already been pre-ordered by various markets and is difficult to distribute," Su Fuyao said.

After Su Fuyao finished speaking, Wang Mian couldn't help but ponder. As the young patriarch of the Su Clan, she was probably not stupid.

However, she couldn't completely hide the intention behind her words, the knowing look on her face that suggested she was using a calculated approach, and Wang Mian noticed it all.

She has an ulterior motive.

Su Fuyao herself probably didn't realize that she was like a dumpling with its filling leaking out.

"However, it's not entirely hopeless." Su Fuyao deliberately drew out her words, and seeing the change in Wang Mian's expression, she changed the subject: "Fellow Daoist Wang, you're about to reach the mid-stage of Qi Refining, aren't you?"

Wang Mian's cooperative expression vanished abruptly, and he instinctively adopted a defensive posture.

You guessed right.

Su Fuyao smiled faintly. She had cultivated a pair of spiritual eyes, and although Wang Mian had concealed his cultivation, she still managed to see the general outline. This test confirmed her suspicions.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, there's no need to be so wary. The Su family can offer the Flood Dragon Grass, and even adding some spiritual herbs and spirit stones wouldn't be out of the question."

Spirit stones don't fall from the sky, and spiritual artifacts don't grow on the ground; these have always been ironclad rules in the cultivation world.

Since Su Fuyao offered such a huge benefit, Wang Mian didn't believe the price would be small.

"Fellow Daoist Su, please speak frankly."

Wang Mian had already seen the look on her face that suggested she was about to reveal her true intentions. She was not the kind of person who could hide her true feelings well, nor was she a scheming person.

Speaking frankly makes everyone feel relaxed.

"Alright, Fellow Daoist Wang is straightforward, so I won't beat around the bush either. I can give you the Flood Dragon Grass, and even some spirit stones and herbs. My only request is that you leave an heir for my Su family." Su Fuyao said.

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