Xianwu Continent.
Eastern Region, Yan Kingdom, Tianhuo Sect.
In the residence of the outer disciples, Zhong Yan, who was sitting cross-legged on the stone bed, opened his eyes, with a look of disappointment on his handsome face.
After all thirty Qi Condensing Pills were refined, the energy within the body increased very little, and the realm was still stagnant at the peak of the third level of Qi refining, unable to make any progress.
"It's hard to become an immortal and it's hard to live forever. It seems that I have no chance of surviving..."
Zhong Yan looked down at the empty jade porcelain bottle, feeling a little shaken in his heart and wanting to give up his long-standing beliefs and goals.
He traveled from Mount Tai on Earth and thought he was the son of destiny. He was destined to become the protagonist in this life. At the age of thirteen, he joined the Sky Fire Sect with full confidence and pride.
Even if he detects the mediocre aptitude of the mixed spiritual roots with the four attributes of metal, wood, fire and earth, he doesn't take it seriously at all.
However, as time passed, the golden finger he had been thinking about day and night and longing for did not appear. He panicked and finally had to rely on himself to work hard.
Unfortunately, due to poor qualifications, no luck, and no opportunity, no matter how hard I try, it will be in vain.
Up to now, I have been practicing hard day and night for more than twenty years. I am already in my thirties, and I am still a novice monk in the early stage of Qi refining.
"There is little chance of building a foundation, and there is no hope of immortality!"
With a long sigh, Zhong Yan stood up and left the room. It happened that the disciple next door also opened the door and walked out, pretending to be going out.
"Senior Brother Liu, are you going down the mountain?"
"Yes, there is really no hope!"
Liu Zhengchun smiled bitterly, "I have left the sect and am going to find a mortal town to enjoy a few years of happiness. Junior Brother Zhong, we will see you soon!"
Zhong Yan was startled, watching the middle-aged man with white temples walking away, his back sunken by the setting sun showing his loneliness.
After a long time, he looked away and his eyes became firm again.
"Just for immortality!"
"It's only the third level of Qi refining, how is it different from ordinary people?"
Three years passed in a hurry.
Zhong Yan was frequently involved in dangers, so he saved some money and spent thirty-two spiritual stones to buy a Guiyuan Pill and take it, hoping to achieve a breakthrough.
The result ended in failure again.
"It's obviously reached the critical point!"
He looked decadent and unwilling, "Where did I not do enough?"
From the moment he knew that Golden Finger was hopeless, he did not waste any time or opportunity.
In order to progress, he tried his best to intercept and kill fellow disciples who were weaker than himself, fought to death opponents who were higher than himself, and even plotted against inner disciples who were in the late stage of Qi refining.
Put your head in your belt and take risks you shouldn't take, just to fight for a future.
Never thought...
“Does qualification really mean everything?”
How difficult it is for monks at the bottom.
Zhong Yan was lying on his back, the nails of his clenched fists were embedded in his flesh and blood, he was clenching them again and again, and then he was clenching them again.
These days, the scene when Liu Zhengchun left came to his mind from time to time.
"A few years from now, I will be like him."
"Is it still necessary to persist?"
"Should I accept my fate?"
"It seems not bad to be a rich man in the mortal world."
"If we can give birth to children with spiritual roots, we might be able to establish a family of immortal cultivators... Damn it!"
"Then it's early!"
Zhong Yan stood up suddenly, made a decision in his heart, thought about it, and went out directly to find the steward and deacon to write an application for leaving the clan.
With low qualifications and no contribution for many years, it would be a waste of resources to stay in the sect. The deacons and elders did not even show politeness to persuade him to stay. They had long wanted him to leave quickly, but he usually did not violate the sect's rules and it was inconvenient to expel him.
A few days later, when everything was in order, Zhong Yan came down the mountain and galloped his horse.
"I have been practicing immortality for more than 20 years, and I have to ride a horse on the road. If my classmates and friends in my previous life knew about it, they would probably laugh out loud!"
After Zhong Yan laughed at himself, he felt inexplicably relaxed, crossed his legs and raised his whip.
"drive!"
"Drive!"
"Drive, drive, drive!"
Climb over mountains and ridges, cross rivers and cross cities.
Zhong Yan was cautious and changed the direction of the route many times. It was unexpectedly smooth and he did not encounter any accidents such as bandits. It took him two and a half months to reach his destination.
Qingyang City is surrounded by mountains and rivers. It is a medium-sized city with a population of hundreds of thousands. There are many market towns and villages around it. It is a relatively stable and prosperous place in the northwest of Yan Kingdom.
Zhong Yan had been here several times before and had a good impression of it. He even had the idea of retiring here in his mind.
Now it can be regarded as a prophecy.
The sun is blazing in August, and there are so many people walking at the city gate.
Zhong Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked over. After showing his identity as a monk at the guard, he successfully applied for the long-term residency.
Low-level monks like him are very popular in mortal cities. They are not very destructive and have a certain fighting power to resist bandits and protect the environment and the people.
If a family is established, even a Qi Refining family, it can benefit one party and drive economic prosperity.
Under normal circumstances, low-level casual cultivators who settled in a mortal city would register as guest ministers in the city lord's mansion.
For example, the big man in brocade robes walked out of the gate of 'Li Mansion' ahead.
"Haha~ Friend Zhong Dao is here to welcome you, and you are welcome from afar!"
Zhong Yan returned the gift with his hand raised, "Congratulations to Brother Tao for your improved cultivation and even better style than before!"
The boy helped lead the horse, while Li Henian stepped forward and stretched out his hand to hold Zhong Yan's wrist, very enthusiastically.
"Please come inside quickly!"
"I received a message from my dear brother a few days ago. I thought you would arrive a few days late. Today, we two got drunk and rested..."
Li Henian was a casual cultivator. He got to know Zhong Yan when he was young. They went on many adventures together and had a life-long friendship. They often exchanged letters even when they didn't meet.
Although they are not sworn brothers, they treat each other as brothers and have a close relationship.
Originally, the two of them had average cultivation, but now Li Henian has reached the sixth level of Qi refining, which can be regarded as a complete distance between them.
We drank and talked happily all night, lamenting the past years.
The next day, Zhong Yan came to the house that Li Henian had asked to help buy in advance.
Looking at the two gilded characters "Zhongfu" on the plaque, Zhong Yan's heart suddenly settled down - this will be his home from now on, and he will spend the rest of his life here as expected.
After walking around for a while, I entered the courtyard for the third time. There were more than a dozen rooms with an elegant environment and all the daily necessities.
This is a house specially designed for monks to live in. It has a stone cultivation room containing formations. The rental fee for low-grade spiritual stones is five yuan per year. It is obvious that Li Henian left the relationship and used the favor.
"What do you think? If you don't like the layout, you can find someone to repair it, or you can find somewhere else."
Li Henian asked with a smile, and then continued: "Most of the monks in Qingyang City gather in the southern area, so it is convenient for everyone to communicate and take care of each other."
"Very satisfied, thank you for your trouble, brother." Zhong Yan smiled and handed him a cloth bag.
"Still polite to me!"
Li Henian did not refuse. To a low-level monk, five spiritual stones may sound like a small amount, but it is not a small amount of money.
After a pause, he blinked and said: "Since my dear brother has decided to settle down, he must marry a few wives and concubines as soon as possible and have children. If he is lucky enough to have spiritual roots and qualifications, and cultivates them, he may be able to build a foundation. The father is as valuable as the son! Do you have any clues?"
Zhong Yan sighed, "Brother is right! I haven't had time to look for you yet, does your brother have a suitable candidate?"
Li Henian smiled and said, "If my daughter hadn't been so young, my brother would have betrothed her to you, and you and I would kiss her!"
Zhong Yan was amused, "Brother is trying to take advantage of me!"
Li Henian was two years older than him. Although he was tall and thick, with a fleshy face, he had married four wives and concubines, all of whom were beauties. The two sons and one daughter he gave birth to also inherited the woman's appearance. The boy was handsome and the girl was beautiful. Water spirit.
Li Henian laughed loudly, patted Zhong Yan on the shoulder, and said jokingly: "In a few years, if my dear brother likes my daughter, he will get married. We will treat each other as brothers."
After chatting for a while, Li Henian agreed to help find a woman and said goodbye.
"Then, dear brother, please settle down first and get familiar with me. I will take you to meet some fellow Taoists someday."
"Okay, brother, walk slowly!"
On the same day, Zhong Yan went to the 'Marriage Pavilion' in the city to inform him of the conditions for choosing a spouse and put the matter of starting a family on the agenda.
In the next two months, Zhong Yan learned about all aspects of Qingyang City in detail, and followed Li Henian to visit the city lord's palace and many fellow monks.
The city lord Qin Ben is a Xiantian realm warrior, and his close combat prowess is no lower than that of a seventh-level Qi refining monk.
The number of resident monks in Qingyang City has just exceeded 100, and their highest cultivation level is the eighth level of Qi Refining.
This day.
Li Henian left with the two girls, and the matchmaker from the 'Marriage Pavilion' who specialized in keeping fit for the monks came in again, followed by a little girl.
"Zhong Daoyou, how about this?"
The little girl lowered her head and pinched the hem of her skirt nervously with both hands. She had a pretty face, fair skin, and a graceful figure.
Especially a pair of big watery eyes, very spiritual.
Zhong Yan glanced at her body for a moment. She was not a beautiful woman, but she was still pretty and pretty, and she was quite pleasing to the eye.
Although he no longer had hope, he still asked: "Fellow Daoist Lin, can't you find anyone with spiritual roots?"
The matchmaker looked helpless, "Friend Daoist Zhong, it's hard to find girls with spiritual roots. They also have requirements when choosing a Taoist companion. Nowadays around Qingyang City, even the worst fake spiritual roots are in short supply."
Zhong Yan frowned and remained silent. He also knew that it would be difficult to find a partner with spiritual roots based on his own conditions.
But his own qualifications are poor, and if he combines with a mortal woman, the hope of giving birth to an heir with spiritual roots is too slim.
Seeing this, the matchmaker knew there was something going on this time and pulled the little girl forward.
"Friend Zhong Dao, look at it, you have to look good, and you have to have a good figure! Your family background is also innocent, you have no relatives, and although you have no spiritual roots, you are smart, sensible, and obedient!"
Zhong Yan pursed his lips, turned around and asked, "What's your name?"
The girl raised her head slightly and then lowered her head, bowed and gave a salute, and said crisply: "Hui Immortal Master, my little girl Jiang Ping is seventeen years old. I am literate, can wash and cook, and can endure hardships."
Zhong Yan nodded and looked at the matchmaker, "Just her."
"Okay!"
Matchmaker Lin smiled happily, said congratulations, collected the fee for a spiritual stone, and left happily.
Simple preparations, the wedding banquet will be held in five days.
Zhong Yan sent invitations to the city lord's palace and the newly acquainted fellow Taoists. With Li Henian's presence, most of them came to congratulate them, making it a lively event.
Late at night, candlelight flickers.
Zhong Yan used his magic power to get rid of the alcohol, walked to the bed and lifted off the red hijab.
Under the candlelight, her pretty face was so delicate that it seemed to be dyed with a layer of red clouds.
Jiang Ping lowered her head, clutching the red dress with both hands, her body tense.
"Ping'er, don't be afraid."
Zhong Yan, who was sixty years old in two lifetimes, was still the first brother. He was a little nervous himself, so he comforted himself, put his hands on his wife's shoulders, and gently pushed towards the soft bed.
"Also, please have mercy on me husband... um~"
The sound is like a gnat, a squeak.
The moonlight spreads like water into the courtyard, and the candlelight in the house flickers cheerfully.
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The morning light is faint.
Zhong Yan opened his eyes and felt the warm and soft jade body in his arms. He felt a little dazed for a moment and sighed in his heart.
"That's it!"
"We're counting on the next generation."
"If you can't count on the next generation, then just lie down and enjoy yourself."
However, when he rubbed Xiang's shoulder with his big hand, he was stunned - a 'ding' sounded in his mind, and a line of red-lit fonts appeared in front of his eyes.
[You and your wife have practiced hard together once, and gained +2 skill insights, +5 Talisman experience, and +20 cultivation experience]
"???"
Zhong Yan closed his eyes hard and opened them again, then blinked continuously, but the writing did not disappear.
Not an illusion!
Goldfinger is finally here!
Zhong Yan was so excited that he almost jumped out of bed.
So, I slept with her and got all these benefits?
So, is my way of opening the world of Xianxia wrong?
So, I wasted twenty-six years of good time in vain?
Okay, thirteen is a bit young, fifteen should be about the same.
However, couldn’t you give some hints to the system earlier? ah? !
At this time, the body in his arms was shaking. Zhong Yan lowered his head and saw that the eyelashes on the blushing face were trembling. The beautiful wife had woken up.
"Ping'er, you are awesome!"
A rollover.
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