I'm Ximen Qing, living in a ghost story!

Under the will of Governor Weng and the intimidating power of Ximen Qing's recent display of divine power in front of the entire city.

Hu Fen personally went to Changting Village outside the city again and respectfully invited Ximen Da back.

"Immortal Master, I have not failed in my mission!"

Hu Fen cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Ximen Qing.

"Thank you, General Hu! This is a two-hundred-year-old ginseng, almost transformed into a ginseng spirit. It should be of some help to you!"

Ximen Qing took a box from Hua Baoyan and gave it to Hu Fen.

"Hiss! This... I can't accept this without having done anything right! How can I accept this!"

Hu Fen's face showed a struggle, but his eyes were fixed on the brocade box.

"Take it. My Ximen family will be stationed in Qingzhou frequently in the future, and we'll have plenty of dealings with General Hu!"

At this moment, Simonda came up to the two of them and also offered his advice.

"Then, I'll gladly accept!"

When Hu Fen heard the Ximen father and son say this, he reluctantly agreed.

For these martial artists, it wasn't difficult to improve their skills, but their low social status prevented them from traveling to famous mountains and rivers like sword immortals, and they had very few channels to obtain these spiritual plants.

"Young Master!"

No sooner had Hu Fen left than a figure pounced on him.

Ximen Qing looked closely and saw a slender body bearing a large fruit crashing down on him.

Goodness, it even has a "duang duang" sound, like when someone is dribbling and charging.

It really was Pang Chunmei!

Ximen Qing had indeed been somewhat cold towards this person he had just recruited, so he couldn't help but pat her on the back and comfort her, "Alright, you have to help me settle into my room today, go quickly!"

"Um!"

Upon hearing Ximen Qing's words, Chunmei's face lit up with a hint of surprise.

At this moment, Nie Xiaoqian and Cui Jicai walked over.

Cui Ji looked at Ximen Qing and said softly:

"Upon entering the city, I heard of your great power and your deeds in eliminating the evil monk. It is truly inspiring! It has been a long time since I have cultivated the Great Dao with you and shared in the creation of the universe. I am quite displeased."

As he spoke, his hands began to wander.

This woman, born into a secluded family, has become increasingly unrestrained since leaving the suffocating rules of her aristocratic clan, as if she wants to make up for everything she lacked before.

Especially after hearing that Ximen Qing's heroic deeds were being lauded throughout the city, he couldn't contain himself any longer.

The idea that she was cultivating the Great Dao alongside the "immortal" others spoke of was truly inspiring.

As a result, Cui Ji became even more enthusiastic and moved closer to Ximen Qing.

This made Zhou Qingyun and Hua Baoyan, who were not far away, turn their faces away.

"Ahem, wait a minute! The important matter can't be accomplished yet, and there are still some minor issues to deal with at Lotus Leaf Temple. I need to attend to these matters first. If Aji wishes to cultivate, she can consult Senior Sister Zhou!"

Ximen Qing coughed lightly.

He mentally berated himself for being so eager to try his hand at painting in front of the mural a few days ago.

Let you be reckless again! Now, with a beauty in his arms, he can only be the powerful and ruthless Wei Zhongxian!

Damn it!

Overwhelmed with grief and indignation, and looking around at the beautiful women, he only felt annoyed.

He could only say to his father, Simon Da, "Father, now that we have a place to stay in the city, our Simon family can officially move in! And I have a surprise for you."

Ximen Qing shared the story of Wanzai Kongqing with Ximen Da.

"What? There's actually a spirit field! You spendthrift brat, take me to see it! No wonder you just sold a two-hundred-year-old ginseng! So this is some kind of fortuitous opportunity!"

Simonda was in a great hurry, just like a giant ape jumping around.

Having dealt with medicinal herbs for many years, how could he not know their value?

Left with no other choice, Ximen Qing could only take his father to see the underground space.

Squatting in the soil, inhaling the fragrant spiritual energy, Simon couldn't help but exclaim, "Son! Am I dreaming? With this spiritual field, our family business will truly prosper forever!"

Ximen Qing rolled his eyes. It was just a ten-thousand-year-old spiritual plant. He had even promised Zhou Qingyun that he would find one and give it to her.

"By the way, son, I've thought about what you mentioned before for a long time. I asked Brother Shilou in the village, and he pointed out a way for me."

"What's going on?" Ximen Qing was completely bewildered; he had almost forgotten what he had entrusted to Ximen Da.

"You mean the matter of building a fortified village outside the city?"

"Oh! What did Grandpa Shilou say?"

Ximen Qing suddenly realized, but he was no longer in such a hurry.

Since there are already existing houses in the city, wouldn't it be a waste of time to build outside the city?

Simon suddenly beckoned to him and said, "This matter is actually quite intriguing! Come closer!"

Ximen Qing looked puzzled, but still obediently did as he was told.

The next moment, his eyes widened.

"Black Wind Mountain?"

"right!"

A resolute look appeared on Simon's face as he said, "What you said that night was right! It's indeed inconvenient to act in the city! Our family needs to establish a foothold outside the city for long-term stability! Now that you've established a base in the city, leave the Black Wind Mountain matter to me!"

Simon patted his chest.

The demons in the mountains have been cleared away. The Black Wind Stronghold, which was still habitable before, should not be abandoned. There are many rare treasures in the mountains, so it's a good time to rebuild the medicinal herb business.

Furthermore, this ancient, azure spiritual field also needs to cultivate superior seeds!

Upon hearing his father's plan, Ximen Qing opened his mouth wide and nodded.

A pang of guilt welled up in my heart!

Even your father, Ximen Dashang, has such lofty ambitions! You, Ximen Qing, a fine man, and a time traveler at that, how come all you think about is dual cultivation and women!

Alas! This is far too decadent!

I'm not sleeping tonight!

He will stay up all night to study the skills he already possesses, striving to elevate his combat power to the next level!

Oh right, the armored soldiers and cloaks in the warehouse also need to be tested!

With lofty ambitions, Ximen Qing bid farewell to his father and arrived at the Mahavira Hall of the former Lianye Temple.

The Buddha statues at Lianye Temple had already been given to the government by Ximen Qing. He wasn't short of money and didn't care about the gold powder on the statues.

Therefore, the vast hall was empty, which was just right for him to study his system.

Open your own panel.

[Player Card: Ximen Qing]

[Strength: Fifth Level of the Acquired Realm]

[Astrological Fate: None]

Skills already mastered:

Passive type: Absorbing Yin to replenish Yang, Gentleman on the roof, Body of an iron ox

Active types: Divination, Fortune Telling, and the aura of a king (fake)

[Card Warehouse (folded and used cards): SSR Jade Kirin Lu Junyi Fragment x2, SSR Thunderbolt Qin Ming Fragment x1, SR Mountain Suppressor Huang Xin Fragment x1]

[Item Warehouse: Liu Gao's Cloak, Huang Xin's Infantry Armor, Thunderbolt Qin Ming's Warhorse, Ma Ling's Gold Brick, Yang Zhi's Treasure Sword]

[Soul Points: 12]

Ignoring the unchanged Soul Points balance, I looked at my skill slots, which had three passive and three active skills each.

A hint of melancholy appeared on Ximen Qing's face.

These six skills don't seem like they're for fighting at all.

A combination of a thief who is physically strong, a man who can "replenish yin and yang" (a concept in Chinese folklore), and a man with the body of an iron ox.

Fortune telling and divination are essential skills for charlatans.

The aura of a king (fake) is an even more deceptive and intimidating skill.

Damn it, can't you give me, Master Ximen, a proper skill?

Just as Ximen Qing was filled with grief, indignation, helplessness, and melancholy, a knock sounded at the door, and a gentle voice rang out:

"Is Young Master Ximen here?"

"Oh?"

Ximen Qing looked up and saw that it was Sister-in-law Shi! I know this plot well!