Mysterious mirror hanging high

Jing Yu explained the pros and cons of the matter to the two of them. The siblings Zhao Chenghuan and Zhao Chengyan no longer insisted and each accepted the spirit stone.

"Old Mu, if you hadn't traveled thousands of miles to the capital of Zhao to rescue me, I wouldn't be where I am today. There's no need to say anything more between us!" Jing Yu patted his old friend on the shoulder and said slowly.

"Uncle, over the years I've watched you improve your cultivation step by step, showing your talent in puppetry and alchemy. You've also been practicing in a low-key manner in the market. Although you don't have many friends, they're all close friends."

Mu Shan sighed, "Thirty-one years have passed. Of the three people I led in the Zhao Kingdom's imperial capital, Fellow Daoist Hu Yiming is still stuck at the third level of Qi training, unable to make any progress. Sheng'er, whose aptitude is similar to yours, is only at the sixth level. I don't know when he will be able to break through the bottleneck and enter the late stage of Qi training. Only you, uncle..."

"Be brave and make progress!"

"Who knows, it really can help you continue on the path of foundation building!"

"I'm lending you my good words."

Jing Yu suddenly remembered: "I remember that as long as a cultivator condenses his immortal foundation in any place under the jurisdiction of our Xiaoyao Alliance and becomes a foundation-building cultivator, the first immortal guide will receive a reward of ten spirit stones? Haha, Old Mu, just wait to collect the spirit stones!"

Jing Yu finally shifted his gaze to Zhao Yuanchen.

Zhao Yuanchen had been hanging around in the market town for many years as a mortal. He had already seen the difference between immortals and mortals and had a deep understanding of the status of mortals. Therefore, he was mostly afraid of his uncle Jing Yu.

Now Jing Yu's gaze was pressing down on him, which made Zhao Yuanchen feel a chill in his heart and he shrank his head involuntarily.

However, when Jing Yu looked at Zhao Yuanchen, he actually felt a little regretful.

In his opinion, the reason why Zhao Yuanchen became the dandy boy he is today is actually the result of many factors including his growing environment and human factors.

If Zhao Yuanchen and Zhao Yuanxi were just ordinary people, Zhao Mingyu would definitely not devote all his efforts to Zhao Yuanxi. Even though he doted on Zhao Yuanchen, he would not miss his daily guidance.

If both people have spiritual roots, the same principle applies.

Unfortunately, the brother and sister were different in nature, so Zhao Mingyu ignored Zhao Yuanchen for twenty years after he was six years old.

Rather than saying that Zhao Yuanchen was created by an awkward nature, it would be better to say that he was just a poor victim of fate.

Looking at the young man in fancy clothes with a swollen left cheek, Jing Yu sighed deeply in his heart. Is fate really unchangeable?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, and the teasing and sarcastic words of the Nine-Life Taoist Master in the Puppet Secret Realm rang in his ears:

"Hey! Those who want to change their fate don't have the ability to do so, and those who have the ability to change their fate don't want to do so... Isn't it just fate?"

Yes!

Jing Yu's eyes lit up. Zhao Yuanchen was his nephew and grandson after all, so he couldn't just let him rot like this. This was his "will"; after he went to Xiaoyao Immortal City, he would be able to start building his foundation soon. By then, he would be a top figure in the city, and it would be easy for him to control a mortal. This was his "ability"!

Zhao Yuanchen's fate is not unchangeable as he has both the will and the ability!

Zhao Yuanchen was a little uneasy under the gaze of his uncle, a great cultivator in the late stage of Qi training. He was just about to find an excuse to slip away and fool around when he heard his uncle say to his father:

"Cheng Yan, I'm going to Xiaoyao Immortal City this time, and I need to concentrate on preparing for the foundation building. I'm in need of a trustworthy confidant to take care of the chores. Yuan Xi's own cultivation cannot be delayed. I see Yuan Chen is idling around in this market all day, and he doesn't have a proper job. Why don't you come with me..."

Zhao Yuanchen's heart skipped a beat and he was completely confused. He wasn't very familiar with this uncle who had been in seclusion for many years. They rarely talked to each other on weekdays. Why did he specifically ask him to go with him?

He couldn't help but waved his hands and said in a panic: "Uncle, I'm very stupid and can't do anything. I'm afraid I'll delay your important matter..."

Jing Yu put on a serious face and said, "If you don't know how to do it, you can learn. I'm not asking you to go through fire and water. These are just common things. You'll get used to them after a while."

Mu Pei seemed reluctant to leave his son. Just as he was about to speak, Zhao Chengyan glared back at him. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Uncle, what you said makes sense. We can't let Yuan Chen hang around in the market for the rest of his life... It would be good for him to go to Daxian City and see the world."

Mu Pei said anxiously, "The distance between Wushan Market and Xiaoyao Immortal City is very long. Even taking the latest long-distance flying boat, it takes nearly a month for a one-way trip. A ticket alone costs five spirit stones. You and I don't have many years left to live. How can we ever see each other again after this trip?"

Zhao Chengyan naturally couldn't bear to part with his son, but it was a rare opportunity to see his uncle, who had been a bit indifferent, willing to help his son. How could he miss this opportunity? He could only say, "At worst, we can use spiritual messages or sound transmission notes. At least we won't lose contact!"

Seeing his father's approval, Zhao Yuanchen felt a chill in his heart, knowing that this was a done deal. His legs gave way and he nearly fell to the ground. "It's over! I heard that mortals have an even lower status in Xiaoyao Immortal City. My good days are over!"

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After packing up for a few days and arranging all the relationships in Wushan Market, Jing Yu prepared to set off with the siblings Zhao Yuanchen and Zhao Yuanxi.

The ship from Wushan Market to Xiaoyao Immortal City only runs once a month. Even if it does not stop for a moment, it will take a month to travel. During this month, all the food, accommodation and expenses are spent on the long-distance ship. The cost for a cultivator to travel from the market to such a large immortal city is actually far more than the boat ticket that costs five spirit stones.

But unless the cultivator is a foundation-building cultivator with a long-lasting escape light, it would be a pipe dream for a Qi-condensing cultivator to cross such a long distance on his own. Not only would it take dozens of times longer, but he would also have to be on guard against various monsters and beasts that might rob him on the way. These few spirit stones cannot be saved no matter what.

"Uncle, when you go to Xiaoyao Immortal City, you can use the token I gave you to find a male cultivator named Pu Xiu. He was my colleague in the early years, and was later transferred to the Immortal Registration Office in Xiaoyao Immortal City. Although we haven't been in touch for several years, our friendship remains. Fellow Daoist Pu is a good person. You are going to the Immortal City, where you are unfamiliar with the place, so you must find a place to go."

"If Fellow Daoist Pu helps, maybe you can get the immortal registration of Xiaoyao Immortal City quickly, which will make things easier for you in the future."

Mu Shan stuffed a piece of damaged magic weapon into Jing Yu's hand and gave him instructions.

"Thank you very much. Wait for the good news about my foundation building."

Jing Yu turned his head to look at the pier of Wushanfang Market, waved to Mu Shan, Wu Buchun, Zhao Chengyan and others who came to see him off, and boarded the ship heading to Xiaoyao Xiancheng.

"Five spirit stones per person, ten in total." The guard on the ship glanced at Jing Yu and the other two and said expressionlessly, "Each person can bring two mortal servants, free of charge."

Jing Yu and Zhao Yuanxi were both cultivators, and they only had a few storage bags on their bodies, leaving them with nothing in their hands. Only Zhao Yuanchen, because the storage bags that mortals could use were too small, had no choice but to carry a lot of bags on his back. Hearing this, he couldn't help but complain inwardly:

"Damn it, mortals aren't considered human beings, right? They even saved the boat ticket..."

After all the passengers had boarded the deck, the huge ship quickly took off into the air and disappeared into the horizon before the eyes of Mu Shan and the others...