Chapter 457

After using her abilities to amuse the uninvited guests in the mansion for a few days, Yun Mian couldn't stand it anymore.

"Yunkong, I want to go out and play." The tiny cotton seeds jumped hard on the round body of the light ball.

Yunkong looked down at the cultivators of various races who had almost dug up the soil of the entire mansion dozens of times, took a breath silently, and replied: "Okay, but don't go to the City Lord's Mansion and the major forces. It would be bad if someone saw your presence."

Although many powerful forces have sent people here in the past few days, and many saints who have ascended to the immortal realm have visited secretly at night, thanks to the existence of the illusion and the silk thread, Yunmian has never been discovered.

But it’s not certain outside of here. There are countless powerful people in the world of immortal cultivation, and there will always be someone who can discover Yunmian’s strangeness.

For example, the protagonist who is still in his infancy...

"I know, I'm very smart. Don't worry, Yunkong, I will never cause trouble for my mother!" The child answered excitedly and immediately urged it to carry him out.

As for the people who are still heading to the mansion to try to find the immortal seeds, the immortal seeds are the immortal seeds. What does it have to do with a ordinary little cotton seed like her?

There are many sceneries in Yunmian’s fragmented memories.

But all those memories are completely different from the Fu Sheng City in front of me.

Even the ancient world that I have experienced has little similarity with the floating city before my eyes.

There are countless tall buildings in Fusheng City, not only tall buildings, but also floating cities. The monks passing by will not stroll slowly on the road. Most of them travel by riding the wind and swords. They are not wearing ancient costumes, but strange clothes. Almost all of their clothes have at least one or two spiritual weapons, which are used for defense or attack.

There are few worldly things sold on both sides of the commercial roads in Fusheng City. The vendors are cultivators from various races and sects, and the buyers are also passing cultivators.

Yunmian lay on the ball of light, looking curiously at the business road below where people were coming and going.

This is one of the most lively places in the entire Fusheng City.

Also, because the matter of the immortal seeds has been getting more and more realistic recently, there has been a large number of cultivators trying to come to Fu Sheng City to "try their luck". This has made the originally not-so-bustling Fu Sheng City even more bustling in recent days, with a huge flow of people.

The "goods" traded on both sides of the trade route became more diverse.

There is freshly slaughtered spirit beast meat, low-level spirit beasts and pets that are captured alive and sold, various elixirs and spirit plants of various levels, as well as many magical instruments and low-level cultivation techniques.

But what attracted Yunmian's attention the most were the many "people" who were bound by magical instruments or locked in cages.

In fact, we cannot say that they are human, because humans are the least among them, and there are more demons and monsters.

Some of them had their hands tied with spiritual ropes, some were lying in cages gasping for breath, not knowing whether they were alive or dead, and others were being roughly pulled out by stall owners and pushed in front of buyers, where they were being sold and introduced like livestock and pets.

"Mianmian, there's nothing interesting here. Why don't we go see what food they have over there?"

Yunkong wanted to persuade Mianmian to leave here. He felt that this scene might lead the children astray, and Mianmian was a kind child most of the time, so she might do something impulsive.

The cotton seed on the light ball jumped slightly and retorted in a baby voice: "Stupid Yunkong, I haven't transformed yet, so I can't eat anything. I won't indulge myself!"

Yunkong: "..."

So you didn't eat up that huge pool of spiritual spring water and a whole bag of treasures?

Persuasion was ineffective, and the willful child was still lying in the air, secretly watching the fun.

And Yunkong not only became Mianmian's temporary "mount" in the world of immortal cultivation, but also had to be careful at all times to prevent himself and Mianmian from being hit by cultivators who were riding swords, weapons, or using other means to travel.

In order to ensure safety, it had to carry Mianmian down a distance, which accidentally allowed Mianmian to clearly see and hear everything that was happening in the trading area.

Yun Mian first set his sights on a demon in an iron cage.

She was very beautiful, with chocolate-colored skin and tight, sexy muscles all over her body, but there were large patches of blood on her body, and she was seriously injured and weak, so she could only kneel against the cage and breathe as lightly as possible to make herself feel better.

"Yunkong, what is this?" Yunmian urged it to fly closer, and then looked at the strange collar on the demon's neck.

"This is a Soul Suppression Ring." Yun Kong explained dutifully: "And it was specially processed by a weapon refiner. This Soul Suppression Ring can not only seal the spiritual energy and demonic energy in the cultivator's body, but also use the formation to cut her neck in the shortest time if she tries to resist."

Yunmian understood.

She quickly looked at the "cargo" in the other cage.

It was an equally handsome man with two gently trembling white fluffy ears on his head. Yun Mian couldn't tell whether he was a fox, a wolf, or some other race. But he was locked up here, and his race and his own characteristics would only become the conditions for stall owners and buyers to weigh prices against each other.

"Yunkong, why doesn't he have the soul-suppressing ring around his neck?" Yunmian moved closer curiously, and a thin silk thread even penetrated the cage and carefully touched the tip of the furry ear.

Seeing the demon's ears trembling and its eyes raised in confusion, Yunkong led Mianmian back away, and then said: "Because this is an ordinary fox demon, just like an ordinary human being."

All three tribes have people who cannot practice cultivation, but the humans have the most and the demons have the least.

For the demon race, it depends on whether they have inherited the bloodline of their ancestors and whether their own bloodline has been awakened.

This fox transformed naturally after reaching adulthood, and this transformation still retained the characteristics of a demon. It was obvious that the transformation was not successful.

Yun Mian seemed to understand, and used the puppet string to lead the ball of light to another cage.

This time, it contained a human.

But this race is a little special.

Without waiting for Yun Mian to ask, Yun Kong had already answered: "Most of these humans and demons were picked up from the battlefield ahead, but the humans are a little more special because they may have relatives or families behind them, so these humans will wear soul-suppressing rings and be displayed here. If no one redeems them within three days, they will face another fate."

As for what fate is?

They are nothing more than being used as furnaces or cauldrons, becoming medicine men, or being sold to the demon clan or the monster clan. Just like humans like to buy members of the demon and monster clans, the two clans also like to buy human cultivators. The endings of the three are not much different.

After Yun Mian heard what she was interested in, the puppet string began to float up, and in sync with it, she said in a young voice, "Yun Kong, Yun Kong, do they sell children here?!"

Yunkong: "..."

A bad premonition gradually emerged in my heart.

It wanted to play dead, but as a soul-bound system of Mian Mian, it could only answer every question: "… for sale, and children are the most sought-after. Basically, they will be bought at a high price as soon as they appear. Many of them have special trading channels. Ordinary people can hardly buy children here."

As soon as the voice fell, it really heard the child's particularly exciting words: "Yunkong, next I will work extra hard to transform!!"

Yunkong: "..."

Tired, destroy it.

Yunkong had planned everything, but he had never expected that the motivation for Mianmian to grow and transform did not come from the protagonist, nor from Yunjin, but from the messy "Three Tribes Trafficking Market" in front of him.

Although it felt numb in its heart, it couldn't help but miss Yunjin's existence.

If the host mother was here and knew about Mianmian’s bold idea, she would definitely give her a good beating right away to let her know why the flowers are so special!

But the fact is, it could only watch Mianmian come out and stroll around like a street urchin. After seeing the customs and culture of Fusheng City, it immediately returned to the mansion excitedly and continued to be the cheating "immortal seed".

And because she was in Fu Sheng City, she could not only absorb a large amount of spiritual energy, but also tentatively transformed and absorbed some of the demonic energy that escaped from the Demon Realm. The originally smooth cotton seeds and tender green shoots were also quietly transforming day by day.

Later on, as Mianmian absorbed more and more spiritual and demonic energy, and finally "fed" the several creatures that were bound to her soul, Yunmian fell into a deep sleep more and more, and spent less time cheating and deceiving people as an immortal.

The last time she slept, she slept for a whole year.

The Fusheng City has also changed from its former bustling state with people coming and going to its former state. It is no longer deserted, but it is no longer crowded with people because of the birth of the immortal seeds.

Because they had been sleeping for too long, all the cultivators gradually came to the conclusion that the immortal seed might have been secretly taken away by someone, or that it had already left this place on its own.

Five years passed in a flash, like a white horse flying by, the world of immortal cultivation is still the same world of immortal cultivation, and the nameless mansion is still the same nameless mansion.

In the ever-changing illusions and protected by circles of invisible puppet lines, the tiny cotton seed has taken root in the soil and slowly grown into a finger-long sapling.

The tiny cotton seeds that could have flown around on the light ball now use their tiny leaves to gently support the light ball, which is also falling asleep.

Suddenly, a gust of wind carrying the smell of blood swept over the courtyard wall, blowing the grass and trees in the garden to the left and right.

A black cat jumped onto the high wall with light steps, yawned, shook its tail lazily, and lay down on the bricks and tiles. Its pair of dark golden eyes stared at the inconspicuous cotton seedling in the garden with boredom.

At the base of the courtyard wall below the black cat, an exquisite mirage beast shaped like a snake was clinging to the grass and trees with its body, swaying left and right with the wind.

Next to the cotton seedlings, a small golden tree was growing quietly. Occasionally, dewdrops sliding off the leaves would carry abundant spiritual energy and drip onto the soil where the cotton seedlings took root, and would soon be absorbed by the tree.

The wind came swiftly and fiercely, carrying with it endless frost, snow and ice. While announcing the arrival of winter in this area, it also inadvertently awakened the young lives that had been sleeping for a long time.

Looking at Mianmian who stretched out her branches and leaves the first thing after waking up, Yunkong was silent for a while. He had to believe that there must be such a thing as "destiny" in this world.

Just like Mianmian who always "wakes up" at the age of five.

"Yunkong Yunkong, can you please teach me how plants and trees can transform?"

"What if I become ugly after transformation? Will I not be able to sell it for a good price?"

"I want to sell more so I can buy lots of gifts for my mom at the Treasure House in heaven!"

"That's right! I also want to buy a very powerful sword, so that I can become a swordsman as powerful as my mother in the future!"

"Clouds..."

Mianhua Miaomiao, who just woke up, was as lively as she was five years ago. Even though she had integrated and accepted many memories during her sleep, Yunkong discovered that the one who dominated her memory and behavior was still the Mianhua Miaomiao who died in the hospital in the modern world.

Finally, it's time to transform~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution:

Lin Shuyi, Li Ze 10 bottles;

Weeds, 1 bottle of Yansisheng;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!