Nine Netherworlds.
Dongfang Zhuxing was somewhat confused; she always felt that a piece of her memory was missing.
Before she could react, she was dressed in a bright red wedding gown and carried away in a ghost sedan chair, drifting aimlessly into the underworld.
She trembled in the sedan chair; was she going to be married off to a dead man?
Wedding night.
Dongfang Zhuxing curled up into a ball. "You...who are you?"
"I am your husband!"
"Are you a ghost?"
"I am the Ghost King."
With tears in her eyes, Dongfang Zhuxing cried out, "Help! I don't want to marry this thousand-year-old ghost!"
Feng Jiuzhou's face instantly darkened.
He held Dongfang Zhuxing's slender wrist tightly, but after a long while, he let go as if deflated.
"You're unwilling..." At this point, a surge of anger welled up in his heart, and he couldn't bring himself to say the words "then so be it" but he desperately wanted to say "that won't do either".
Dongfang Zhuxing's teeth chattered. "I...I'm willing."
Feng Jiuzhou felt a warmth in his heart. "Why?"
Dongfang Zhuxing lowered his head and pondered, "The feeling of you touching my wrist is familiar, like an old friend."
Feng Jiuzhou's eyes reddened, and he hugged her tightly.
The swallows return, seemingly familiar; what more could one ask for?
...
The Celestial Realm.
Purple Thorn Immortal Realm.
Huang, the steward of Wangdu Immortal Sect, calculated with his fingers and estimated that the two newly ascended cultivators in the cultivation world must be at their wits' end. It was time for him to step in and save them from their predicament.
The immortal realm is full of elites, and although their cultivation levels are not particularly high, Deacon Huang will not underestimate them.
The boundary between the mortal realm and the cultivation realm is defined by rules. Very few people can cultivate and ascend to immortality, but once they do ascend, many rise from the celestial realm to the divine realm.
This is precisely because the way of Heaven is perpetual, always leaving a glimmer of hope.
Deacon Huang's attitude towards the two was that it would be best if they could join the Wangdu Immortal Sect, but if they couldn't, it would be best if they didn't join any other immortal sects and remained rogue cultivators for life.
Outside the rest building.
Linghu Lan and Su Li coincidentally met Steward Huang.
Deacon Huang cupped his hands and said, "How have you two been?"
Linghu Lan's eyes lit up, and she smiled and said, "Steward Huang, you've come at the perfect time. I was just planning to auction some things, and I would appreciate it if you could recommend a good immortal pavilion."
Deacon Huang revealed a knowing smile; sure enough, they were so poor they had to sell their things.
He nodded and said, "Henghe Xianlou is quite good. The prices are fair, and they treat everyone fairly, young and old. I'll go with you."
"Thank you for your trouble, Steward Huang, you are such a kind person!"
Deacon Huang smiled slightly, "Good people can't cultivate immortality."
My clever system: 'Randomly' handing out friend cards, have you ever thought about how the friend cards feel?
"Friend zone": Why are you *** me?
Little Monk of Cause and Effect: Who's stealing my job?
Henghe Xianlou.
The deacon assessing the price casually cast several restrictions.
Linghu Lan then took the items out.
Ask about the fruit.
Daylily.
Jade Goddess Flower.
...
Deacon Huang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Where did these two newcomers get their treasure?
Which of these herbs wouldn't cause a sensation if taken out?
The Dao Dao Fruit allows one to glimpse the secrets of heaven, and it is foolproof when attempting to break through to a higher realm.
Xuanming Grass can be used to refine the Underworld King Pill, one pill can raise one level, and even if taken directly, it can directly advance one's level.
The Jade God King Flower can expand a cultivator's divine sense and solidify their primordial spirit; it is an extraordinary treasure.
Who would be willing to put these up for sale?
Only these two ignorant fools would casually put it out to sell; it's a real waste of a precious gem.
Deacon Huang was heartbroken: As expected, all the newcomers are greenhorns.
The steward of Xianghe Immortal Pavilion suppressed the urge to exclaim "I'm rich!" and glanced at the knowledgeable Steward Huang behind him before offering a very tempting price: "Ten million high-grade spirit stones!"
Linghu Lan waved her hand, "Deal."
Linghu Lan continued taking things out.
Another group inquired about the fruit.
Daylily.
Jade Goddess Flower.
Everyone was stunned: How come there's another group? What kind of extraordinary encounter must they have had to obtain more than two divine fruits and herbs? What an amazing newcomer!
"We're old acquaintances, name your price!"
An old acquaintance
The steward of Xianghe Xianlou had a slightly cracked expression, but still opened a ten million bet.
Linghu Lan refused to accept it.
"Twenty million spirit stones!"
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