My Daoist partner helps me cultivate immortality

A soft hum came from the flying sword in his arms, followed by a dry human voice: "Activated, permissions transferred, entering display mode."

Then, the flying sword broke free from Deacon Chen's hand on its own and floated in mid-air.

Deacon Chen let out a strange cry and fell to the ground in fright. He watched as the flying sword flew back and forth in mid-air, spinning around, diving rapidly, changing direction, tumbling, and even unleashing sword energy!

"Fellow Daoist Lin... could it be that the soul of a sword cultivator is imprisoned within?" Deacon Chen asked, his face pale.

"You don't understand! Anyway, take it back, create some buzz, and get me a good price at the auction tomorrow."

"Yes, Young Master Lin." Deacon Chen stood up tremblingly, trying to grab the flying sword, but the sword trembled and dodged away.

"Beep... Entering automatic route finding mode!"

Deacon Chen was nearly frightened again.

'That voice is a bit dull, not like a living soul, but more like a remnant soul that has been tampered with!'

'My God... I can't even imagine the technology behind this!'

However, in the Dark Ages, the concept of righteous cultivators did not exist; the so-called demonic cultivators were merely a distinction of professions.

Deacon Chen rose again to bow to Lin Ye and bid farewell before returning to Wanbaolou with a heavy heart, his unmanned flying sword following him all the way.

Seeing his flustered appearance, Lin Ye couldn't help but want to laugh.

'Compared to firearms, autonomous flying swords require far greater precision; even the most advanced furnaces can only mimic their appearance.'

"The built-in chip is cutting-edge technology, and the operating program is something only I can create. Without my highly precise 'eye of the dragon' (a metaphor for keen observation and analytical skills), I really couldn't have made it in a short time!"

'They can't imitate me, I've already won.'

'Only after the auction price is released and a market price is established can the price for recovering the cursed creature stipulated in the bet be determined.'

Lin Ye felt a sudden urge and teleported back to the residence of the rogue cultivator.

Only external spiritual energy from the Golden Core stage could sustain him in continuing to create flying swords.

But Master is busy.

“Master…you were not here just now, and a female cultivator came to pay her a visit. She even left a message for you using the recording artifact at the door.”

Wenren Qingyu said in a flustered manner.

Lin Ye nodded: "Is it Steward Qing?"

'Wait, when did I tell her my address...'

Upon reflection, I sensed something was wrong.

"No, Master."

"Those who wish to see the master are cultivators from the Kunpeng clan!"

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Chapter Sixty-Six: The Kunpeng Clan, A Good Woman

"Kunpeng Clan!"

Lin Ye's heart skipped a beat.

The northern section of the imperial palace.

It was their territory.

It's normal to encounter cultivators from the Kunpeng clan; Lin Ye was even worried about being charged protection money.

Legend has it that the wings of the Roc are like clouds hanging from the sky.

You can tell at a glance that it is a Kunpeng clan member. How pure must its bloodline be? Does it have a pair of big golden wings?

With such a powerful bloodline, if the bloodline is so pure that it has obvious physical characteristics, a cultivator of this level could not possibly live only in Qinghong Garden!

Lin Ye rubbed his chin: "Wenren, how did you find out she's from the Kunpeng clan?"

"Because... she looks a bit like the shaman I saw at Qingyang Sect before. Didn't the master say on the flying boat that their family is very prosperous?"

Lin Ye's expression froze.

broken!

On his way out of Qingyang Sect, Lin Ye inquired with the Golden Crow Ancestor and learned that the family of the shaman of Qingyang Sect was a branch of the Kunpeng Clan, and their family motto was "Many children, many blessings".

Judging from the shaman's style of conduct, it's clear that her family absorbed many superior bloodlines from outside.

Furthermore, starting from the first ancestor, all of the dozen or so generations have been female cultivators, seemingly intentionally controlled and nurtured using secret methods.

Members must capture male cultivators with rare bloodlines and send them back to their families before reaching a certain age to fulfill their quota.

Those who fail to meet the targets will be expelled from the family and have their bloodline abolished!

It was practically a den of demons; Lin Ye was terrified just hearing about it.

A family like that is not to be trifled with!

'Right now, I only possess the bloodline aura of the Geng Metal Rat. I haven't completely concealed it to retain a trace of attraction, but unfortunately, this family has already set their sights on me!'

'They probably won't notice I'm from the Qingyang Sect, right?'

Lin Ye couldn't help but feel a chill.

With a suspicious look, he opened the video recorded by the other party on the magical artifact at the door.

The female cultivator in the picture did indeed resemble the shaman of the Qingyang Sect somewhat, except that her face was softer and her eyebrows and expression were more cheerful.

She had delicate features and didn't seem to be old enough to worry about being expelled from the family, but unfortunately, a cultivator's age is not to be trusted.

She politely greeted her new neighbor and expressed her hope that Lin Ye would have time to meet her, as it turned out that she lived in the room next door.

Lin Ye thought to himself:

'I initially thought she was going to be another bad woman, but she doesn't seem like one at all. She's more like a sporty girl from the era of spiritual energy revival.'

'But in the end, they're still from that family. What should I do? I'm a little scared...'

That night.

"Daoyou, please."

Lin Ye lit colorful lanterns and hosted a banquet at his home to entertain the Kunpeng clan cultivator.

What's there to be afraid of, damn it!

Since it's right next door, I can't keep hiding from it forever.

'Let me test her out!' Lin Ye thought to himself.

Upon hearing Lin Ye's purpose for coming, the Kunpeng clan neighbor gripped the door latch, his face showing surprise, his eyes seeming to say, "You really dare!"

He paused for a moment, then accepted Lin Ye's gift. "Fellow Daoist, wait for me!"

After putting the gifts away in the house, she picked up the wine and followed with light steps.

After listening to Lin Ye's self-introduction, she smiled gently and said, "So you are Fellow Daoist Lin. Just call me Yunmeng."

"Alright, Fellow Daoist Yunmeng."

"Yunmeng is fine!"

When Yunmeng arrived at the pavilion in the backyard of Lin Ye's house, she was delighted to see the abundant dishes.

"Fellow Daoist, thank you for the hospitality. The food looks delicious! Which restaurant did you book it from?"

Lin Ye said with a hint of pride, "I made it myself."

Yunmeng exclaimed in surprise, "Fellow Daoist is amazing! Just the appearance and smell alone are extraordinary."

"Let me introduce myself again. My name is Yunmeng, and I run a physical training martial arts school."

Body cultivation...

I know you guys are really good.

Lin Ye smiled and said, "I am a weapon refiner. If you need any spiritual weapons, you can come and find me."

Yunmeng winked playfully: "Hmm~ Sure! Fellow Daoist, you're treating me to a meal right after we meet. How could I possibly refuse if I have the chance?"

During the meal, Lin Ye quietly observed the other person.

Yunmeng has beautiful blonde hair, which flows with a honey-like luster. With her light and graceful movements, her long golden hair dances like the wings of a roc, extremely elegant.

Her skin was fair, and her silk robes were elegant and well-fitting. Her sky-blue eyes were fixed on Lin Ye, glowing faintly in the night, and her gaze was full of joyful laughter.

During the meal, she sipped the spirit wine, enjoying the gentle breeze in the courtyard. She happily swayed her wine glass from side to side, softly humming a lullaby.

They quickly became slightly tipsy.

Lin Ye was a little surprised.

This girl, I thought she was lusting after my bloodline.

So she really did come here to drink?

Damn it?

'Could it be that she really just came to say hello to the neighbor...and I was just scaring myself?'

After a few rounds of drinks, Yunmeng slumped onto the table and sighed.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, I am about to be expelled from my family..."

Lin Ye's eyes flickered slightly.

"What's wrong? Can you tell me?"

Yunmeng slowly raised her head, drunkenly sizing up Lin Ye, and remained silent for a long time.

After a long pause, she finally said, "There are some things..."

"I can't do it..."

Lin Ye was silent for a moment, then gently patted her shoulder and raised his wine glass: "It's all in the wine."

Two cups of tea's time later.

Seeing that she was indeed drunk, Lin Ye helped her back to the next room.

Yunmeng blinked her big, golden eyes: "Fellow Daoist, can I come to your house for a drink sometime? Your cooking is delicious."

"I can teach you body tempering, how about it?"

As she spoke, she pinched the muscles in Lin Ye's waist, and her eyes lit up.

"So hard... You're perfect for body cultivation! You were born to refine your body!"

"Let me think about it."

"Hehe, then take your time to think it over, and come find me anytime!"

After Lin Ye left.

She is lying on the bed.

Using her spiritual power to dispel the effects of her drunkenness, Yunmeng groggily opened her eyes and looked at her slender fingers in the moonlight.

The deadline for being expelled from the family is fast approaching.

According to the family rules, male cultivators with rare bloodlines must be brought back to the family territory in order to be recognized.

Lin Ye's appearance at this time, coupled with his low cultivation level, made him a very suitable target for capture.

However, recalling the ring on Lin Ye's finger, Yunmeng felt a little melancholy.

"I couldn't do such a thing..."

"Being a rogue cultivator isn't bad..."

"So what if I was expelled from the family? I didn't start cultivating immortality to stay in the family!"

Thinking this, she suddenly felt relaxed all over.

It's as if some kind of gravitational force that had been binding me... has disappeared.