Start building the foundation: What is the Southern Xinjiang Corpse Puppet?

"Tsk, a poor cultivator can't afford the Qingxin Pill." A male cultivator from the Wanjian Sect sneered with an arrogant attitude.

"Junior Brother Wang!" Another male cultivator with thick eyebrows and big eyes who was in the late foundation building stage frowned with a serious expression.

The male cultivator called Junior Brother Wang curled his lips, but when he saw his senior brother's unhappy expression, he shut up.

"Two Qingxin Pills please."

Luo Shan took out six hundred spirit stones from the storage bag without changing her expression. Her spiritual sense was stronger than Ling Wanran's, but the spatial pulling force in the teleportation array was too overbearing, so she had to endure it and not show any strange expression.

"Fellow Daoist, this is your Heart Purifying Pill." The male cultivator who spoke earlier took out a bottle of pills from his storage bag and handed it over.

Luo Shan took it, scanned it with his spiritual sense, then took out a pill and swallowed it. As soon as he swallowed the pill, the force pulling his soul disappeared instantly, his spiritual sense became much clearer, and his originally swollen and painful head felt much better.

Exhaling, Luo Shan handed the pill bottle to Ling Wanran. After receiving Ling Wanran's grateful gaze, he paused and said in a voice transmission:

"Three hundred spirit stones, Brother Ling Daoist, you owe me the money first."

Ling Wanran, who originally had a grateful look on her face, twitched her lips. After thanking Luo through voice transmission, she took the pill and swallowed it directly.

After taking the pill, the uncomfortable feeling disappeared completely.

After staying in the teleportation array for about a day, they finally reached their destination. When they walked out of the teleportation array, the first thing they saw was an old man taking a nap sitting next to the teleportation array.

Luo Shan couldn't tell the other party's cultivation level, so he guessed that he should be a Jindan cultivator. "Fellow Daoist Luo, let's find a place to stay first." Ling Wanran suggested after coming out of the teleportation hall.

She had been to Wuwang City in her previous life, but when she came that time, Wuwang City was already in ruins. The city defense formation had long been destroyed. The city was filled with a pungent smell of blood, and the heavy atmosphere in the air made her feel depressed and breathless.

"Has Fellow Daoist Ling ever been to Wuwang City?" Luo Shan asked.

"Before coming here, I asked my friends about the situation in Wuwang City and bought a detailed map of Wuwang City." Ling Wanran made an excuse and said embarrassedly.

Luo Shan nodded: "Since Fellow Daoist Ling has made a plan, let's find a place to stay first as you said."

"I know a pretty good B&B, it's very secluded, I wonder if it's full, let's go there first."

Ling Wanran remembered that in her previous life, a guest house in Wuwang City had a special formation left behind by their ancestors. When the sea monster attacked Wuwang City, the formation was activated, and the monks in the guest house escaped the disaster.

"Okay." Luo Shan had no objection and followed Ling Wanran. The two of them walked from the bustling city center to the messy and complicated West City Street, and finally stopped at the door of a not-so-exquisite courtyard.

In the yard, a lush banyan tree leaned out of the wall, with dead leaves falling all over the ground.

"This is it. I'll go ask if there's any extra accommodation available."

Ling Wanran walked forward, grabbed the door knocker and knocked a few times. Hearing footsteps getting closer in the yard, Ling Wanran took a step back.

"Squeak-"

The wooden door was opened from the inside, and an old man in patched clothes looked outside vigilantly. Seeing two female cultivators he didn't recognize, his frown relaxed and he asked softly:

"Daoyou, is there something wrong?"

Ling Wanran repeated her purpose: "We heard that there is a relatively quiet yard for rent here, so we came to ask if the yard is still available."

"Do you want to rent a yard?" When the old man heard that he was here to rent a yard, he smiled a little:

"Fellow Daoist, the yard is still available. Don't worry, it's very secluded here. It only costs five spirit stones to rent it for ten days."

"Here are fifty spirit stones." Ling Wanran took out the spirit stones from the storage bag and handed them to the old man.

The two of them looked delighted and hurriedly took Ling Wanran and Luo San into the yard.

This is a small courtyard with three entrances. The old man took Luo San and went to the house at the back. The house was very simple, but it was very clean.

Ling Wanran looked at Luo Shan and was relieved to see that he did not show any dissatisfaction.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, although the spiritual energy here is a little thin, it is very secluded. Living here is quite special."

There is a well in front of the room, and a few grape vines planted next to it. It is not the season for grapes to ripen, so only the green grape leaves can be seen.

"Fellow Daoist, this is where I live. If you need anything, you can tell me."

With this money, my granddaughter's health can be saved.

The old man carefully put away the spirit stone and looked outside the door with worry in his eyes.

In the evening, the gate of the remote courtyard was opened from the outside, and a boy who looked about twelve years old and was wearing plain cloth walked in with a little girl with a bun on her hair.

As he walked, he said, "Grandpa, Grandpa, I brought Er Er back."

"I brought three guests today and earned nine spirit stones, grandpa." The young man happily took out nine low-grade spirit stones from his arms and handed them to the old man who walked out of the house with a happy look on his face.

"Xiao Tong, two fairies came today and rented our courtyard house. Please keep an eye on them and don't disturb them."

The two put the spirit stones into the storage bag and said with a smile: "The fairy gave us fifty spirit stones. If we earn eighteen, we can buy elixirs to save Er Er."

As the old man spoke, he reached out his hand kindly and touched the girl's bun. Seeing his granddaughter's unfocused and silly eyes, he sighed.

"Grandpa, everything will be fine. I will go out early tomorrow morning to take on some work and try to earn some spirit stones to buy some medicine to save my sister."

Upon hearing that someone had spent fifty spirit stones, the young man named Xiao Tong also showed a look of joy.

"Okay." The old man's eyes were a little moist, and his heart softened as he looked at the thin young man in front of him.

"I have prepared the meal. Eat first and then have a good rest after eating."

Although he was a cultivator, he was only practicing Qi training and had not yet practiced fasting.

"Yes." The boy nodded heavily and walked into the house with the girl.

Luo Shan was meditating when she smelled the aroma of food. She opened her eyes, thought for a moment, and then walked out.

Luo Shan's spiritual sense discovered that three people in the house in the front yard were eating with gusto. The food was not rich, just simple vegetables and white porridge. It can be seen that although the old man is a cultivator, his life is not much better than that of poor mortals.

Xiao Tong seemed to sense something and turned around, seeing a beautiful female cultivator. She looked at her grandfather with some surprise.

"Master, is there anything you want to tell me?"

The old man thought Luo San was upset, so he put down his chopsticks, stood up, walked to Luo San, and asked carefully.

"Nothing, I just noticed someone was around, so I came out to take a look." Luo Shan shook his head and said lightly.

"It's my fault for not explaining it clearly to the Immortal. This is my grandson Xiaotong and granddaughter Erer. Their parents died while hunting sea monsters at sea. Since then, they have been dependent on me."