After these seven people left, a smile immediately appeared on Gan Lao's face.
With a wave of his big sleeves, about twenty storage bags flew out from the cuffs.
"A deposit of two thousand high-grade spiritual stones."
"Plus a bottle of blood-replenishing pill."
"After the work is completed, I will pay you three thousand spiritual stones."
"In addition, depending on the number of ghosts killed, there will be additional rewards."
As Qianlao finished speaking, the monks present suddenly became excited.
"Fuck you!"
"We will definitely go all out!"
They came here for the spirit stone.
For these casual cultivators, five thousand high-grade spiritual stones is already a high price.
Coupled with a bottle of blood-replenishing pill worth nearly a thousand spiritual stones and the extra reward for killing ghosts, it was enough for them to take the risk.
Everyone's performance made Mr. Qian quite satisfied.
He also asked Xiao Mei to lead some beautiful female cultivators to play music and dance.
After having enough food and wine, the monks were sent to the guest rooms to stay.
After two days of this, more than ten Jindan monks were recruited.
On the third day, a floating building ship appeared above Zuixian Tower.
The monks entered it, and the floating ship flew towards the Forgotten River Valley.
It was the first time for many casual cultivators to ride on a floating boat. They took a closer look and found it quite novel.
"This boat is too small."
Su Ling'er complained and found a place where there was no one to sit down.
"This is not comparable to our Taiyuan Sect."
Li Mu said via message.
Although this is a world of immortal cultivation, there are only a few people who can become immortals.
The vast majority of monks are stuck in a low-level human realm throughout their lives.
The treasures he possesses are also low-level magic weapons and spiritual weapons.
As for magic weapons, even for Nascent Soul cultivators, they are very rare treasures.
Su Ling'er has lived in Taiyuan Sect since she was a child, and the people she has dealt with are all immortals. Naturally, there is no shortage of various magic weapons and spiritual treasures.
Now I have just started to deal with ordinary monks, just like the top rich second generation from Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou in the previous life, suddenly arrived in the impoverished mountainous area of the southwest, and their thinking and concepts failed to change in time.
After chatting for a while, Su Ling'er couldn't stand the crowding and dullness in the cabin, so she went outside to get some fresh air.
Li Mu was sitting in the crowd, drinking tea and listening to the conversations of the people around him.
"Fellow Daoist Xu is an old martial artist. Please take care of me when you enter Wangchuan Valley!"
"I didn't expect that the old monster Chi Yan is here too!"
"Tsk, tsk, the Blood Demon Sect has spent a lot of money this time, five thousand high-grade spiritual stones per person!"
"If you want to get the spirit stone, you also have to see if there is a life flower. Those ghosts in the Forgotten River Valley are not easy to mess with."
"How can so many of us be afraid of some ghosts?"
"Don't you know? A few days ago, several fierce ghosts ran out of the Wangchuan Valley and killed hundreds of foundation-building monks from the Blood Demon Sect. Even the two Jindan elders suffered disaster. In the Wangchuan Valley, , I guess there are many evil ghosts out there!”
Having said this, many people's faces became a little solemn.
Li Mu unexpectedly spotted a familiar face in the crowd.
It was the sly-eyed Bao who inquired.
This guy is selling a map to a monk.
"Fellow Taoist, please give me a map. This is the map of Wangchuan Valley."
"There are ravines and crisscrosses there, and the situation is very complicated. If you don't pay attention, you will get lost."
"At critical moments, this map can save lives!"
"Fellow Taoist, your life is much more than five hundred spirit stones, right?"
The monk became impatient and pushed him, "Go, go, don't try to trick me!"
Bao was not annoyed even after asking about it, and set his sights on another monk.
Just as he was about to step forward, he was tapped on the shoulder.
"I bought your map."
Bao Wenwen turned around happily, but when he saw the person in front of him, the smile on his face suddenly froze.
"Fellow Taoist, you still owe me one hundred spiritual stones!"
Li Mu stopped teasing him and threw a storage bag over.
Bao Wenzhen injected his spiritual consciousness into it and found that there were a thousand spiritual stones inside.
An old face instantly turned into a chrysanthemum.
"Master Tao is grand!"
After collecting the storage bag, he took out another map and handed it to Li Mu.
He whispered: "You get what you pay for, this is the latest version."
"Profiteer."
Li Mu smiled and cursed, and took this guy back to his seat.
"Such spiritual stones are not given in vain."
"How many monks do you know here?"
Bao Qinwen didn't look at it and said directly: "Eight or nine out of ten, if Master Tao wants to get acquainted, I can help introduce you, but this spiritual stone has to be considered separately."
With a thought in Li Mu's mind, a long knife appeared in his hand and was placed horizontally on the table.
Bao Wenqing was startled, "If you have something to say, Master Dao, please tell me. Don't always use the knife."
Li Mu said: "I don't want to get to know these people, I just want to ask who are stronger. When the time comes to enter the Wangchuan Valley and encounter strong enemies, I can hide behind them."
Bao Wenwen looked at the bearded man in front of him quite unexpectedly.
I thought he was a reckless man, but I didn't expect him to be a bit resourceful.
"If fellow Taoist want to ask this, it's quite simple."
Bao Wenwen picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and then said slowly.
"The one on the east side by the window, wearing red clothes and with red hair, is called the old monster Chiyan. He is in the late stage of Jindan. He has refined the natal Tao Fire and should have the strongest combat effectiveness."
"Fellow Taoist, there are two grandsons at the third table in front of you on the left. What do you think, Taoist Taoist?"
Li Mu looked over and saw a white-haired old man teasing his seven or eight-year-old grandson.
Judging from the fluctuations of the true energy, the old man should be in the middle stage of Jindan, and the little grandson also looks like he is in the late stage of Qi refining.
"The old man's aura is a little sluggish, but he is at least in the middle stage of the Golden Core."
Bao inquired and asked, "What about the child?"
Li Mu thought for a while, "I am in the late stage of Qi refining, but it is definitely not as simple as it seems."
Bao Wenqing was a little surprised, "What's not simple about it?"
Li Mu said: "The Forgotten Valley is too dangerous. If I were that old man, I would definitely not take my grandson with me to take risks."
Bao inquired but said, "Fellow Taoist still didn't see it. It's not the old man taking his grandson, but the grandson taking the old man."
He hesitated for a while, until Li Mu's curiosity was aroused, and then he said leisurely: "Although that child is only eight years old, he has already made his golden elixir-level grandfather into a puppet."
"That old man is almost a living dead now."
Li Mu narrowed his eyes slightly and took a closer look. Sure enough, he found that the old man's movements were a little stiff.
