Mysterious mirror hanging high

"This..." When the old monk heard Zhao Yuanxi say this, he didn't know how to refute it and was stunned for a moment.

"Old Senior, my master is about to complete his foundation building and Xiaoqing is approaching. There are many things to do in the mansion, and there are only two of us. Oh! We will be busy."

Zhao Yuanxi smiled and said, "Today and tomorrow, we need to close the house to deal with the whole matter. We apologize for neglecting you, Senior. The two of us will go in."

After saying this, he didn't care about the old monk's hesitation and slammed the door shut.

"Hey... why are you pulling me? I fought desperately just now. It was the father-in-law who insisted on giving me money. Please don't misunderstand." Zhao Yuanchen was pulled into the door by Zhao Yuanxi. His arm hurt a little, but he was afraid that his sister would not be able to tell right from wrong, so he endured the pain and explained.

"Why are you arguing with that old man? You're the doorman at a Foundation Establishment cultivator's residence, and you still need to look at the face of a Qi Cultivation cultivator?"

Zhao Yuanxi's face was covered with a layer of frost. He frowned and scolded, "I didn't let you take the money, but I also didn't stop you from showing off the majesty of the Foundation Establishment Cultivator's Mansion. Where has your usual dandy spirit gone?"

Zhao Yuanchen rubbed his numb wrist and muttered, "I think the old man is quite pitiful. My uncle is a foundation-building cultivator now, after all, and he really needs a maid of his own. Why not submit it to my uncle and let him consider it himself?"

"What kind of brain do you have! Do you know where that old man came from? You believe everything he says."

"Even if my uncle wanted to marry or take in concubines, even if he didn't come from a wealthy family, he would at least have a clear and transparent background. How could he be so careless?"

Zhao Yuanxi said angrily, "Don't think that being a doorman is insignificant. This job requires a pair of sharp eyes. This old man is full of energy and doesn't look like he's about to die. I think he has at least ten years left to live!"

"If you're really looking for someone to entrust your heir to, why would you bother asking a Foundation Establishment cultivator whose background you don't know? After all these years in the Immortal City, there aren't many close friends in the Qi Condensation Stage you can entrust your legacy to? How bad must your relationships be?"

"Even if he's a loner by nature, a twelve-year-old Qigong cultivator isn't considered young. Xiaoyao Immortal City isn't like a remote place like Wushan Market. We still have to follow the rules. It's not that easy for someone to take advantage of us!"

"Instead, I entered the residence of a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Being tortured and abused was secondary. Signing a spiritual contract meant I was practically selling myself. Even if I was beaten to death, I wouldn't be able to seek justice!"

"Looking at it this way, he's probably just some lucky guy trying to get in by using his granddaughter to gain some connection with the adults."

"It's hard to say whether the one sent here is my granddaughter or not!"

"Even if there's a one in ten thousand chance it's true, once this is revealed, who knows how many monks will try to get involved."

"By then, everyone will think we are good people and can be bullied. If we don't handle this properly, those poor people who come after us will become resentful!"

Zhao Yuanchen was stunned. He was usually uneducated and only cared about hanging out with his friends. How could he understand so many twists and turns? Hearing this, he just said blankly:

"Are you thinking too badly of people?"

Resisting the urge to slap his brother again, Zhao Yuanxi said coldly, "Did you just reveal that you are your uncle's nephew?"

"Ah, yes!" Zhao Yuanchen nodded. "What's going on?"

"From now on, when you're out and about, address your uncle as 'sir' and don't try to pretend we're relatives!"

Zhao Yuanxi sighed, "The world of immortal cultivation isn't a peaceful place. Not to mention the devilish ways, even the famous and upright sects have their fair share of strange and secret techniques. It's inevitable that there will be some vicious techniques that seek out descendants and curse people."

"You are a mortal, and if your uncle makes any enemies outside, be careful to catch you and cast a spell on you!"

Zhao Yuanchen shrank his head and cursed inwardly: "Damn it, you just know how to scare me all day long."

But when he thought about the possibility of a real spell to capture people, he shuddered involuntarily and returned to his room in shame.

----

Jing Yu, who was in seclusion in the quiet room, focused his mind and paid no attention to the outside world. Zhao Yuanxi had been carefully trained by Zhao Mingyu for twenty years, and he was well-versed in strategy and tactics. Even his cultivation, which Zhao Mingyu lacked the most, was steadily improving. It was a waste of his talent to handle the trivial matters in the mansion, and it was not worth Jing Yu's worry at all.

Now, there is a water-colored mirror hanging above his head, which continuously releases rays of [Mysterious Spiritual Light] to illuminate himself.

After a long time, Jing Yu's magic power was exhausted. He had no choice but to recall the mysterious mirror above his head to his dantian and sighed.

"This [Spiritual Root Mirror Image] magical power is truly difficult to cultivate. I thought it would only take a few days to refine a drop of [One Yuan Heavy Water], but I didn't expect it to get stuck at the first step."

Jing Yu frowned and thought, "This magical power requires activating the [Xuanjing] to release the [Xuanlingguang] to observe oneself and find the location of the spiritual root. But the spirit is an illusory concept, how can it have a specific location?"

"According to the clumsy method within the technique, exploring inch by inch would take at least several months of painstaking effort. Once the spiritual root is found, one must practice a secret technique to reflect the image, condense it into a mirror image, and then transform the virtual into reality, refining a physical form of the spiritual root mirror image..."

"After all this, it will take years to perfect this magical power."

Only then did Jing Yu understand why those foundation-building cultivators and Golden Core True Immortals would go into seclusion for more than ten or twenty years. It was because practicing magical skills was too time-consuming. For example, if one wanted to practice a powerful magical skill from an ordinary immortal sect, it would take at least ten years to master it.

Jing Yu's magical power of [Spirit Root Mirror Image] will be considered a small success as long as he can refine the mirror image entity. The next step is to store it in the dantian for nourishment. It only takes one year to become an extremely powerful quick-accomplished magical power. Such a good thing is something that others can't find even with a lantern.

Seeing that it would not be a quick thing, Jing Yu stopped studying this magical power. Instead, he summoned the mysterious mirror, held it in his hand, and began to study the mystery of the connection between fate.

Over the years, the Xuan Jing has been continuously absorbing immortal energy from the void outside the sky, and it is almost overflowing. Now that Jing Yu has built an immortal foundation, the speed of absorbing immortal energy has increased a lot, and it has been completely full in the past few days.

"Now I can spy on a few more people..."

Jing Yu pondered, "If the person being spied on has a cultivation level much higher than mine, the time spent peeping at him will usually be very short, and I won't be able to see anything. Moreover, if I peeped at a cultivator who is at least one major realm higher than me, he would still be aware of it..."

"It would be better to first look at fellow Taoists of the same realm or even lower realms."

Thinking about it this way, there are only three choices: Zhao Yuanxi, Zhao Mingfu, and Han Ping.

"Yuan Xi is right beside me, so there's no need to spy on him. Let's first take a look at where Fellow Daoist Han is and what he's doing..."

Jing Yu was lost in thought. In the mirror, the white light that symbolized Han Ping began to flicker...