Entering Lingyunfang is like entering another world.
Only here can one feel a little bit of the flavor of cultivating immortals.
There are all kinds of stalls on both sides of the road, selling elixirs, talismans, spiritual materials...
But Cheng Qian, a little farmer, couldn't afford these things.
The main customers of these vendors are not the spiritual farmers who make a living from working in the fields.
Their clients are the family members in the market town, the disciples stationed in Lingyun Sect, the families of the disciples of Lingyun Sect, and the indigenous people in the market town.
They are the monks who can enter and exit Lingyun Market freely.
And these independent spiritual farmers live in another isolated world.
Cheng Qian arrived at the Lingyunmen headquarters.
The venue for the Ascension Conference in a few days has already been prepared here.
A huge spirit-measuring stone stands in the center of the courtyard.
Cheng Qian looked at the scene, clenched his fists, and walked towards the garrison hall.
"Brother Feng, how are you these days?"
Cheng Qian clenched his fist and said to a disciple of Lingyun Sect.
Feng Sen is an outer disciple of Lingyun Sect, and has reached the fifth level of Qi Chain.
I was assigned to this place three years ago as part of a garrison mission.
Cheng Qian knew him because when he was buying and selling spiritual rice before, this Senior Brother Feng had just arrived here and was not familiar with the fancy operations in the market.
I helped out when I passed by.
Since then, Cheng Qian has been trying to curry favor with Brother Feng whenever he has the chance. Unfortunately, in the past two years, this Brother Feng may have matured or been assimilated.
People gradually distanced themselves from people like Cheng Qian who only relied on words to curry favor with others.
"Oh? Why are you here, Brother Cheng? I've been very busy these past two days and haven't had time to catch up with you."
After saying this, he turned around and prepared to leave without any concealment.
This fellow Daoist Cheng is really ungrateful. He is very stingy with his money and has no interest in chatting with him.
"Brother Feng, I have something to ask of you. I have something to ask of you."
"Hey, why didn't you say so earlier?"
Feng Sen looked at the monks coming and going around him.
"Well, come with me outside and I'll explain in detail. I'll definitely help you if I can because of our friendship."
The two of them came outside the hall.
"Tell me what's the matter. Don't shake me." Feng Sen's tone became a little stiff.
"My aunt is going to bring her child to our neighborhood to seek refuge with me. I hope you can help her get two identities."
"Aunt? To seek refuge with you?"
"Well, my uncle has suffered a great loss, leaving my aunt and I alone without anyone to rely on..."
Cheng Qian's expression showed a hint of embarrassment and expectation, deliberately misleading Feng Sen into thinking wrongly.
People are curious, and the more exciting something is, the more they will focus on it.
We don’t really care about the things that happen incidentally, and sometimes it’s easy to achieve our real goal.
If you defile yourself and give him something to fantasize about, he won't ask about the unreasonable things, but will focus on the explosive gossip.
"You kid, you kid are really...good." Feng Sen was indeed more interested in Cheng Qian's story.
"We should stick together to keep each other warm and make do with each other. We can't let outsiders take advantage of us."
"Hahaha, awesome, awesome. I'll have a drink with you when something good happens."
"Hehehe."
Cheng Qian touched his head embarrassedly, then took out the eighty spirit stones that had been divided in his arms.
"Thank you for your patience."
Feng Sen opened the package and took a quick look. There were eighty spirit stones!
This is a bit too much. A normal identity card costs only twenty spirit stones.
"It's over, it's over. With our relationship, you're still doing this."
While he said that, he slapped the storage bag at his waist with one hand, and the spirit stone and the rag bag disappeared.
Seeing that he had taken the spirit stone away, Cheng Qian could now talk about another matter with peace of mind, which was also the most important one.
"That's not true, Senior Brother Feng. I have to thank you very much. By the way, my uncle's child has reached the age to have his spirits tested. I hope you can help him when the time comes."
Feng Sen's face looked a little unnatural. As expected, every spirit stone has its price.
It’s already in the storage bag. It would be better to kill him than to take it out again.
"Fellow Daoist Cheng, there will be inner sect disciples present at the time. Newly arrived cultivators do not conform to the sect's regulations. I..."
The sect was afraid that the evil sects would arrange people to come in and lurk, so they specially set up a rule that newly joined cultivators were not allowed to participate in the Ascension Meeting.
It can only be done after the Ascension Meeting, and after living for a long time, that future generations will have a chance.
"Brother, isn't this hanging here with me? I am like a brother and a father to you. As for when to come, isn't it you who has the final say?"
"It also allows me to save face in front of them." Cheng Qian said sincerely, and at the same time took out a small cloth bag from his arms.
"Hey, you're doing this for the sake of face...Okay, considering our long-term relationship, I'll do you a favor."
Feng Sen held the cloth bag in his hand and spoke to Cheng Qian.
"I have no choice. For the sake of my future position in the family, I have to give it all up. Giving up all my wealth in exchange for a better position in the family will be good for the future, don't you think?"
"Haha, you are such a jerk after getting an advantage."
Cheng Qian and the other man chatted for a while, then went to the main hall and took the identity cards of the two spiritual farmers.
The enthusiastic Feng Sen sent Cheng Qian to the door.
Just a few words and a few moves, and you can earn a hundred spirit stones. This good thing is rare.
However, this stingy spiritual farmer should have been penniless, but he unexpectedly cheated out of habit and actually got some money.
Cheng Qian got his ID card and went to the Internal Affairs Hall in the market town to rent a small courtyard for two spirit stones a day.
This time, he went all in.
In order to prevent any accidents, he will stay in the market for the next few days until the Ascension Meeting.
Adjust your condition tonight and create the clone tomorrow.
He was thinking, what should he do if his clone could enter the sect.
Sheep-pulling? Is it possible that after entering the sect, they are just higher-level cattle and horses?
Can we get his real body out of Lingyunfang?
He had never been to the sect and didn't know what the environment was like inside.
With these outer disciples doing whatever they want in the market town and making a fortune, I guess the environment in the sect isn't going to be much better.
So how do you earn spirit stones?
Draw talismans? Make elixirs? Make weapons? Set up battle formations?
I think it is unlikely in the short term, and if it takes too long, I am afraid the main body cannot wait.
Besides, if I have that spirit stone, I might as well just give it all to my clone.
Cheng Qian was a little scratching his head.
"It was too hasty. I should have found the person first and then went to find Feng Sen. If he turned out to be a piece of trash like me, I could have saved some money."
Cheng Qian has four low-grade spiritual roots and lacks water in the five elements. The scale of each spiritual root is thirty, which is average like garbage.
Just then he suddenly thought of a question.
Why do you have to create a man in your own image?
This moment of thought directly opened the door to a new world for him.
Kun Xiu is great. If you can join the sect, you can be a tea artist.
He doesn’t understand the tea ceremony but he has a lot of experience.
The more I think about it, the more I feel that this bold idea is a way forward.
Even if we take a step back, even if the clone cannot enter the sect, Kun Xiu with spiritual roots will still be very popular in the market.
It’s not impossible to be a Jinlian or something.
As for whether you can accept it in your heart?
As long as I can get the spirit stones and get him out, I would accept being treated as a dog.
What I cannot accept is my own poverty and mediocrity.
Cheng Qian thought this idea had great potential.
He himself is not a good person. If his clone is a Kun cultivator, he can use his identity to do many tricks.
At this moment, Daji and Baosi flashed through his mind...
Oh, I got a sudden shock and couldn’t think about it anymore.
Wait until tomorrow to create a clone and then plan carefully.
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