Mysterious mirror hanging high

Jing Yu was also a little puzzled. He didn't know how Zhao Mingfu had gone through so many dangers and sought immortality over the past few decades. Regardless of how he had managed to do so, at least he was now a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi training.

With this level of cultivation, one would be at least a manager-level figure in a place like Wushan Market. Even in a place like Xiaoyao Xiancheng, he is not an ordinary cabbage, and is more than qualified to be a deacon.

How did he end up having to live in a shack with low-level spirit plant husbands?

It seems that my seventh brother hasn't been happy in the world of immortal cultivation these years...

Jing Yu sighed, but had no intention of rushing to help.

Zhao Mingfu and he didn't have a very good relationship when they were mortals. During the fight for the throne, his seventh brother even schemed against him, which made Jing Yu have a very bad impression of Zhao Mingfu.

But to be honest, he and Zhao Mingfu did not have any life-and-death feud, and it seemed that he would not wait for an opportunity to take revenge just because of the slight grudge during their mortal period.

Now just treat us as strangers, and from now on treat Zhao Mingfu as one of the spies you have planted in the suburbs outside the city, and spy on him from time to time.

Just when Jing Yu was about to cut off the connection, there was a sudden and urgent knock on the door of Zhao Mingfu's shed.

bang bang bang-

"Friend Zhao! Is Friend Zhao home?"

The wrinkles on Zhao Mingfu's face twitched a few times, and he seemed to be showing some excitement: "But Fellow Daoist Wang?"

"It's Wang!"

Zhao Mingfu didn't even have time to put on his shoes and socks. He hurriedly opened the door barefoot. Seeing the man outside the door, who looked wretched but had reached the eighth level of Qi training, he said anxiously:

"But has there been any progress on the matter of the cave?"

The wretched male cultivator shook his head: "No!"

Zhao Mingfu's originally excited expression gradually calmed down, and finally turned into dejection, and he said sullenly:

"Then what are you doing here?"

The male cultivator surnamed Wang said, "Fellow Daoist Zhao, that [Xuan-level] cave is not something that can be resolved in a short time..."

"What is [Xuan Level]?" Zhao Mingfu's eyes were red and he said angrily:

"Who was it that so confidently claimed that the Xiaoyao Alliance had discovered a new spiritual vein and was planning to combine it with the veins in the eastern part of the outer city to create a new spiritual stone vein. This would complement the existing main spiritual vein and its two branch veins, forming a "ruler, minister, assistant, and envoy" structure and transform Xiaoyao Immortal City into a Nascent Soul Dojo in one fell swoop?"

"They also said that the new spiritual vein will be located on the banks of Yangliu River in the East District! By then, the spiritual energy concentration in the row of caves along the bank will definitely reach the [Xuan Level] level of the inner city!"

"If not for this, why would I have mortgaged all my wealth and borrowed a large sum of spirit stones to buy a [Yellow Level] cave dwelling worth only 400 spirit stones, which hasn't even been built yet, for 700 spirit stones?"

"Now the new spiritual vein is nowhere in sight, the cave is only half built, and the Chamber of Commerce responsible for its construction has disappeared... I can't even live in it!"

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, you're so anxious. Am I any better off?" the male cultivator surnamed Wang said bitterly, "Don't forget, I entered two cave dwellings in one go! Now I've lost everything!"

"Logically, this information channel is very reliable and unlikely to be fake! Didn't the Immortal Alliance's masters truly introduce two small spiritual veins to align with the earth veins decades ago? The cultivators who got wind of those two times made a fortune! I don't know why this time... it's so bad!"

"Never mind. This matter was my own fault. We are in the same boat, so I can't blame you." Zhao Mingfu said weakly, "What else did you come here for today?"

"Let me interrupt you."

The male cultivator surnamed Wang repeatedly said, "Do you know that a few days ago, a cultivator successfully broke through and is now a master in the Foundation Establishment Realm!"

"This cultivator will hold a small foundation-building celebration the day after tomorrow. We Qi-cultivating cultivators are naturally not eligible to attend, but this person is said to be generous. He has even booked a few restaurants in the outer city area and set up a buffet. As long as any cultivator goes to wish good luck, he will be rewarded with a bite of spiritual food!"

Zhao Mingfu leaned sickly against the wall, bored, saying, "I thought it was something strange. Aren't there a few new Foundation Establishment cultivators every month in the Immortal City? It has nothing to do with cultivators like us who are burdened with debts and have lost our path to enlightenment."

"As for that spiritual food? It might be worthwhile for low-level cultivators at the first or second level of Qi training, but for cultivators in the late stage of Qi training like us, it's just a drop in the bucket. What's the point?"

"It's nothing. This lord's Daoist name is [Xuan Jing]. Do you know what his common name is?"

The monk surnamed Wang rolled his eyes, deliberately kept the question in suspense, but then sat down again, carefully observing the changes in Zhao Mingfu's expression.

"what is it call?"

"What a coincidence! He's only one character different from you! His name is..."

"Zhao Mingjing!"

call--

Zhao Mingfu suddenly stood up from the bed, looking shocked.

Monk Wang stared at him intently, then hurried forward and grabbed a corner of his tattered robe, saying urgently:

"I knew it. This person has the same surname as you and is from the same generation. How could such a coincidence happen? Do you recognize this gentleman?"

"No, it's impossible."

Zhao Mingfu gritted his teeth and said, "Maybe it's just the same name..."

"Same name or different? I'll tell the difference the moment I see you!" Monk Wang said, "That gentleman was from Wushan Market. Do you have any impression of him?"

"How would I know!" Zhao Mingfu said irritably, "I came to Xiaoyao Xiancheng from Yuehe Market back then, and I've never heard of Wushan Market at all!"

"Didn't you say you had several brothers and sisters when you were still a mortal? Maybe one of them had a destiny to become an immortal! Since you have spiritual roots, it's not necessarily true that they don't have any."

The cultivator surnamed Wang said anxiously, "If they are truly relatives, then why not just get close to them? As the relatives of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, Brother Zhao might be able to make a comeback in the future!"

"How could that be possible!" Zhao Mingfu said dejectedly, "If I had a good relationship with my brothers and sisters back then, why would I have come out alone to search for immortals?"

"This, it can't be a grudge, right?"

Seeing Zhao Mingfu's slightly unnatural expression, Monk Wang quickly loosened his clothes and took several steps back: "Do you really have a grudge?"

"You... I'll keep this a secret for you. Don't tell anyone that I recognize you."

The monk named Wang left in a hurry, leaving Zhao Mingfu alone staring at the wall in a daze.

"Sixth brother... could it really be you..."

----

After breaking the connection with fate, Jing Yu put the mysterious mirror back into his dantian and pondered for a moment.

"Seventh brother's destiny was to be [naturally intelligent], but he was too clever for his own good. He got some information from nowhere and gambled his life savings on it. It turned out to be false information. Not only did the value of his cave plummet, but it's only half built, with no sign of delivery. He ended up like this now."

Jing Yu shook his head: "This fate is really worse than nothing, it just makes him a little clever."

"Or if this fate were to happen to my third sister..."

Jing Yu thought about it and couldn't help sighing:

"It's really fate that plays tricks on me."