Chapter 1 Accepting Fate and Marrying a Wife

"Ping'er, you have average physique and bone structure. I'm afraid you won't be able to build a foundation in this lifetime. The clan has limited resources and cannot supply every member. The clan elders have decided to send you to Yunshan Swamp to open up wasteland with the Jinyang Sect. Perhaps there, you will meet your destiny as an immortal."

Inside the dark and damp wooden house.

The light is as small as a bean.

Shen Ping lay on the table, looking at the half-ruined talisman, and sighed deeply.

The Jinyang Sect needed a large number of cultivators to open up new land. He had four kinds of spiritual roots and ordinary aptitude, so his family used him to exchange for resources. This was perfectly normal in a family of cultivators.

However, twenty years passed.

Not only did he not encounter the so-called immortal fate, but because of the venom of monsters that he was exposed to while reclaiming land, he developed a chronic illness in his body. He had to use his spiritual power to suppress the toxicity every day, and his cultivation, which was already growing slowly, completely stagnated.

Now in his forties, he is still practicing Qigong at the third level.

It's so miserable.

As a serious time traveler, he is a typical negative example.

But there's nothing I can do.

Without the golden finger, he had been walking on thin ice for more than 20 years of practice, and he deeply realized the difficulties of cultivating immortals at the grassroots level.

Boom, crack, crack~ Along with the flashes of lightning, rumbling thunder shook the sky.

Shen Ping stood up and walked to the wooden window. He opened it and heard the sound of rain. Looking at the purple lightning in the sky, he said self-deprecatingly, "I don't know which great master is overcoming the tribulation. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I won't have this opportunity in my lifetime."

"Forget it. After wasting twenty years, it's time to accept my fate!"

As a traverser.

He has always believed that my destiny is in my own hands.

Even though he had four kinds of mixed spiritual roots, he never gave up the idea of ​​practicing hard. After all, there were countless examples of predecessors with worse talents who successfully practiced.

Although he didn't have a golden finger, since he was lucky enough to travel to the extraordinary world, his luck should be good. However, things went against his wishes and the cruel reality taught him an unforgettable lesson.

Try harder.

Work harder.

Without qualifications and opportunities, all efforts will be in vain and there will be no hope.

Close the wooden windows.

This night.

Shen Ping did not work hard to draw talismans anymore, but took a nap to relax his body and mind.

The next day.

The rain stopped.

The road outside the house was muddy, and rainwater gathered into small streams that flowed along the gullies formed by the impact. He stepped on the accumulated water and passed through seven or eight winding alleys and came to the main road paved with bluestone slabs. There were many monks here, and there were rows of stalls on both sides of the road, which looked very lively.

Following the main road, he quickly walked into a door shop.

"Hey, isn't this Fellow Daoist Shen? What a rare guest, what a rare guest!"

The seductively dressed female cultivator in the shop had loose skin and accumulated makeup on her face. Gusts of fragrance flowed into Shen Ping's nostrils.

"Friend Zeng, I would like to ask you a favor..."

He had just started talking and hadn't finished yet.

The female cultivator interrupted with a smile, "Don't worry, I will definitely find you a beautiful, fair-skinned girl. Aren't all the people who come to me here to get married? Fellow Daoist Shen, I have long advised you that since there is no hope of building a foundation, you should focus on cultivating the next generation. If you had thought it through earlier, maybe your children would have built a foundation by now!"

Shen Ping sighed, "Fellow Daoist Zeng is right!"

As he said this, he handed Matchmaker Zeng a cloth bag, which was heavy with things.

Matchmaker Zeng opened it and scanned it, her smile brighter, "Fellow Daoist Shen is indeed a talisman master, he is generous when he gives."

Ten spirit stones is definitely a high price for marriage proposal.

It was not easy for Shen Ping to accumulate his wealth. Now that he had accepted his fate, he wanted to find a wife who satisfied him, preferably one with spiritual roots, so that his offspring would have a high chance of having spiritual roots.

He stated his conditions.

Matchmaker Zeng hesitated and said, "Fellow Daoist Shen, spiritual roots are probably hard to come by. Even the lowest pseudo-spiritual roots are in short supply. The Taoist partners they choose are all in the middle stage of Qi training. Those who are a little bit pretty have to be in the late stage of Qi training at least."

Shen Ping also knew that it was difficult to find a Taoist partner with spiritual roots. His own strength was too low. Although he could make talismans, his methods were rather crude. So far, he was only a low-level talisman master and his conditions were too poor.

"Friend Zeng, please try your best. If you really can't find one, you can only find a mortal woman as a second choice."

Matchmaker Zeng smiled and said, "We don't have much else in Yunshanfang, but there are countless mortal women who are descendants of cultivators and do not have spiritual roots but are slender and beautiful. You can choose as much as you want. Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Shen, I will definitely find you a woman who is more likely to give birth to spiritual roots!"

Shen Ping cupped his hands and said, "Then I'll leave it to you, Brother Zeng!"

Leave the door shop.

He returned home without staying.

Yunshanfang is a market town established by the Jinyang Sect. After twenty years, its safety has been guaranteed. However, the area where he lives is on the outskirts of the market town, and murders and robberies often happen. Since he is relatively poor and has no good magic weapons, and he is usually cautious, he has been relatively safe over the years.

Dozens of days passed.

There's news from matchmaker Zeng.

He came again.

When I arrived at the second-floor room of the shop, I saw a delicate little girl who was fidgeting and pinching the hem of her skirt. She was about 28 years old, with fair and tender skin. Although her appearance could not be called stunning, she was pretty and delicate.

Matchmaker Zeng smiled and said, "How is she? She has a nice figure, right? Her name is Wang Yun. Her father was a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi training. He was targeted while he was out some time ago and died, leaving her with no one to take care of her. Although she has no spiritual roots, her body can sense spiritual energy. If she practices mortal martial arts, she can easily break through to the innate level... The most important thing is that she is very well-behaved."

Hear the last sentence.

Shen Ping immediately made a decision, "She's the one!"

Matchmaker Zeng smiled happily, "Okay, five spirit stones, she's yours, Fellow Daoist Shen. When you hold the wedding banquet tomorrow, you have to let me have a few drinks!"

Shen Ping took out five low-grade spirit stones and left the shop with the little girl.

The wedding banquet was held two days later.

Neighbors sent out invitations.

Most of the people living around him were of low to middle level Qi training. Considering that he was a talisman master, they gave him face and came to the buffet on the wedding day.

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night.

A few more candles were lit in the room, making it much brighter than usual.

Although there are special crystal lamps for sale in the market, they are relatively expensive. Shen Ping has been saving money as much as possible in recent years and does not dare to buy crystal lamps.

Wang Yun sat on the edge of the bed, her body tense under the red gauze veil. Her father was dead, and she had no spiritual roots to cultivate. She had no freedom in Yunshanfang. Now she only hoped that this cultivator would treat her well.

I heard approaching footsteps.

She became even more nervous.

When the red veil was lifted, she lowered her head in shame, not daring to look up at her husband.

Shen Ping couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Although he had watched countless movies in his previous life, they were all limited to theory and he had never really practiced it. Fortunately, as a cultivator in this life, even if his strength was low, he would have no problem getting married.

"Yun'er, we should take a break."

He stretched out his hand and placed it on Wang Yun's shoulder.

"Husband, please have mercy..."

call.

Gusts of wind blew by.

The candle went out.

soon.

Shen Ping finally shed his immaturity and became a real man.

The next day.

It's just dawn.

Shen Ping woke up from a deep sleep. Feeling his wife curled up like a kitten in his arms, a look of melancholy appeared on his face.

From today on, he will completely abandon his unrealistic expectations and honestly accumulate resources for his descendants. If his descendants do not have spiritual roots, then they will just live an ordinary life.

[Gain talisman making experience +10]

[Bonus: 0]

[Talisman Master: First-class lower grade (1005/1000) can be broken through]

Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly noticed a virtual panel that suddenly appeared under the corner of his eye, with four lines of golden fonts on it.

Shen Ping couldn't help rubbing his eyes. Seeing that the virtual panel was still there, he was sure that it was not an illusion caused by overwork.

"Could this be a golden finger?"

He was gradually becoming excited, but he did not show it. Instead, he asked his wife beside him.

"Yun'er, is there anything in front of you?"

"No!"

Wang Yun replied, and then said shyly, "My dear, I am sleepy. I will get up and cook for you right away."

However, Shen Ping turned the tables.

"It's still early, let's sleep a little longer."

He has no time to be considerate of his wife.

He wanted to confirm whether this was a golden finger.

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