Mysterious mirror hanging high

Jiu Ming Daojun's face was unhappy: "It's fine if you don't care about anything, but why are you ordering me around?"

"Although the Immortal Selection Hall is nominally only for the purpose of discovering seeds for cultivation, once released into the lower realms, their life or death is entirely up to them."

"But who is Jing Yu? He's probably the only one of this era with a longevity. Regardless of whether he can achieve Daojun status, at least achieving the Immortal Golden Immortal is a foregone conclusion."

"Our immortality is not like the unique nature of [I Am the Only One]. Immortals should help each other. If it weren't for your help back then, I'm afraid I would have died in the mortal world."

Jiu Ming Daojun sighed and said, "Now that I have reached the shore, thanks to your relationship, I have hitched a ride with Dao Zun and have safely passed through three epochs. How can I just sit back and not help the younger generation?"

"Back then, Zhao Li...wasn't it because I followed the rules that he got into an accident and died?"

Wanshou Daojun patted Jiuming Daojun on the shoulder and said in a deep voice:

"Jing Yu holds a great secret. His fate is so bizarre and unpredictable that it's beyond our control... If we interfere further, it might attract those wicked bastards among the Dao Lords, but the worst thing we're afraid of is disrupting his destiny before his ascension!"

Jiu Ming Daojun's eyes fixed, a hint of fear showing on his face:

"This is the plan of several adults..."

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"Young man, could you please be flexible and allow me to see you, my Lord?"

A hunchbacked, white-haired old man in a tattered robe stood outside a large courtyard with a tall gate, tugging at the sleeve of a young gatekeeper and begging in a pitiful voice.

The place where these two people were standing was right in front of the gate of the compound. The plaque on the door frame seemed to have been newly installed, with three large characters "Xuan Jing Ju" written on it.

What's interesting is that judging from the spiritual pressure of this old man, he should be at the sixth level of Qi training, and he is a genuine Qi training cultivator. However, he seemed to be a little humble and submissive towards the young doorman who was just an ordinary person!

"Father-in-law, it's not that I'm unaccommodating, but my uncle is in seclusion right now and won't see anyone!"

The young doorman was Zhao Yuanchen. In the past few days, the news that a Taoist named Xuan Jing had been promoted to the foundation-building stage had spread throughout the entire fairy city. There was an endless stream of low-level cultivators who came to pay him a visit under various pretexts. However, Jing Yu hung up a sign that he was in seclusion and said that he would not see anyone, which made most of the cultivators who wanted to join him disperse.

Now there are still a few stubborn ones left, who refuse to leave in front of the door. They sound good and gentle, so it is not easy to drive them away rudely. Jing Yu just lets his nephew and grandson Zhao Yuanchen act as the doorman here to deal with these monks.

Seeing that Zhao Yuanchen refused to let him go, the old monk grabbed his sleeve, took out a handful of spiritual money from his storage bag, and secretly stuffed it into Zhao Yuanchen's palm.

"Hey hey hey, what are you doing!" Zhao Yuanchen was startled and quickly tried to shake it off.

A few days ago, Zhao Yuanchen was guarding here, and a cultivator secretly gave him money. At that time, he was greedy and accepted it privately. Unexpectedly, he was discovered by his sister, who slapped him twice and stunned him.

Although his sister Zhao Yuanxi was not as respectful to her brother as the sisters of respectable families, she was usually nice to him. If he was short of money, she would give him a few spiritual coins for emergency. Although the two siblings had different paths as immortals and mortals, they had never had any other thoughts about being immortals and mortals.

Only that time, after Zhao Yuanxi slapped Zhao Yuanchen twice, he still grabbed Zhao Yuanchen's collar, his face gloomy, and almost threateningly scolded him:

"Zhao Yuanchen, recognize clearly what you rely on to earn the flattery of those great cultivators in the late Qi training stage and those managers in Wushan Market! If you blindly accept benefits again and tarnish your uncle's reputation, I'll chop off your disobedient paws!"

Zhao Yuanchen still remembered the chilling coldness in Zhao Yuanxi's eyes that day. He felt a little aggrieved and a little frightened. Even now, the places on his face where he was slapped twice still hurt.

But the person in front of him was a Qi cultivator after all, and Zhao Yuanchen was a mortal without even the physical training level. How could he possibly match the old man's strength? For a moment, he couldn't break free.

At this moment, the half-open door of [Xuan Jing Ju] slowly opened, and a beautiful female cultivator in an ice-blue Taoist robe, with crystal clear skin and a chilling aura walked out.

Zhao Yuanchen turned around to look at the female cultivator, then remembered that he was holding those spiritual coins in his hand. He was so frightened that his soul was about to die, and he stammered:

"I...I didn't want to take this money!"

The female cultivator did not even look at Zhao Yuanchen, but only bowed to the old cultivator. Her tone was gentle, but it contained an unquestionable tone:

"Old Senior, please keep this spiritual money."

The old monk was so frightened by Zhao Yuanxi's icy aura that he actually withdrew his hand and asked timidly:

"I wonder who the fairy is?"

Zhao Yuanxi said softly, "I am Zhao Yuanxi, the steward of your courtyard. If you have anything to say, I can convey it to you."

The old cultivator said in a sad voice, "Fairy Zhao, I wonder if your Immortal Mansion is still short of people? I am not here for myself, but I have a granddaughter at home. She is only twelve years old and awakened a low-grade spiritual root six years ago. She is at the perfect age to teach her."

"My first wife died early, and my son and daughter-in-law are both mortals. Now that my time is up, my granddaughter has found her spiritual roots. When I die, there will be no adult cultivators to protect me at home. I don't know whether this spiritual root will be a blessing or a curse!"

"I know that Master Xuan Jing has just established his foundation and is in need of someone. After making inquiries from various sources, I've heard that Master has an excellent reputation in the local market and is a man of noble character. He is exactly the kind and gentle elder I can trust."

The old monk bowed and said, "I only hope that my granddaughter's name can be registered under yours, so that she can become a boy who makes elixirs and fans fires, or at the very least, do some odd jobs like sweeping and cleaning. If she grows up and can win your favor, she can also be taken into your room..."

The old man spoke so pitifully that a cultivator at the sixth level of Qi training actually shed tears. This made Zhao Yuanchen, who was standing by, sigh and his eyes turned red as well. He almost asked Jing Yu to plead for mercy on the old man's behalf.

But Zhao Yuanxi's expression remained unchanged, he just lowered his eyebrows and said:

"Old Senior, my master likes quietness and doesn't like to see too many people in his house. Which master in the Foundation Establishment Realm doesn't have a large group of servants and attendants? He has been building his foundation for a few days, and there are only the two of us in his house. This shows his character."

"Old Senior, why don't you try looking for places like the [Weapon Refining Workshop] or [Alchemy Pavilion] within our Immortal Alliance? There are always places that accept apprentices. You might as well try your luck there."

The old monk said hesitantly, "The Xiaoyao Alliance is not clear-headed either. I'm afraid I've entrusted my trust to the wrong person..."

Zhao Yuanxi smiled faintly and said, "Old Senior, this is true. No matter how terrible the Immortal Alliance is, isn't it much more reliable than the Foundation Establishment cultivators from the market town? The day after tomorrow will be my master's Foundation Establishment celebration. In addition to the private banquet for the Foundation Establishment master in the courtyard, we will also book several restaurants in the outer city area for a buffet. If you want to find a way out for your descendants, you might as well try your luck then."