Mysterious mirror hanging high

"Zhao Mingfu, you've almost had enough!"

Jing Yu rolled his eyes: "Do you really think [Genuine Foundation Establishment Pill] is some kind of cabbage on the street?"

"Now that the war has begun, countless Qi-cultivating cultivators are requesting a Foundation Establishment Pill to strengthen their Immortal Foundation, hoping to survive the war. Right now, a genuine Foundation Establishment Pill with two Dao patterns has been sold for a whopping price of nearly seven hundred spirit stones on the market!"

"Don't even mention that when we were in Zhao State, you relied on your mother being a noble concubine to exclude me. Even if we have no old grudges and are just royal brothers, it's still questionable whether this meager favor is worth 700 spirit stones..."

Jing Yu put his arms around her and just kept sneering:

"Or did you really think I was just caring about our brotherhood when I saved you in Langhuo Fudi that day?"

Seeing Jing Yu scolding him like this, Zhao Mingfu knew that today's matter would be difficult. His heart sank, and he quickly bowed in admiration, shedding tears.

"Sir! I have been cultivating the Dao for decades, going through countless hardships to achieve this humble level of cultivation. If I don't fight to build my foundation, I will be unwilling to give up..."

"OK……"

Jing Yu stood up and extended a hand towards Zhao Mingfu:

"Bring it!"

Zhao Mingfu was stunned and asked in bewilderment, "What..."

"Of course it's the spirit stone!"

Jing Yu snorted coldly, "The market price of the [Genuine Foundation Establishment Pill] has now reached 700 Spirit Stones. I won't ask for more. I'll only take the usual market price of 600 Spirit Stones to offset the increase in price caused by the war. This is to show our blood connection and to give an explanation to my late father."

"You are at the ninth level of Qi training, after all. You have accumulated so much experience, it shouldn't be impossible for you to not even be able to gather 600 spirit stones."

This really touched Zhao Mingfu's sore spot. He lowered his head and said, "Sir, I was deceived and believed some false information. I bought a cave on the bank of Yangliu River in the eastern part of Xiancheng. Now the cave has not been built, and all my spirit stones are stuck here..."

After saying this, he tremblingly took out a spiritual contract made of silk from his bosom and handed it over respectfully:

"This is the spiritual contract of the Yangliu Riverbank Cave. I am willing to use this spiritual contract as collateral in exchange for a [Genuine Foundation Establishment Pill]."

Jing Yu shook his head. "Do you think I'm stupid? Not only is there no word on when this spiritual vein in the Yangliu River in the East District will be able to connect to the earth veins and cultivate spiritual energy, but the company responsible for building the cave abode has disappeared with the advance payment. The cave abode is obviously rotting there. What use is there for me in a half-finished cave abode? Is it worth a Foundation Establishment Pill?"

Zhao Mingfu gritted his teeth and said, "This cave is the only thing I have left to mortgage!"

"Then get out!"

Jing Yu didn't even give Zhao Mingfu a chance to continue bargaining. He used a magical power to hit him and pushed him out of the courtyard in an instant.

"Ouch—"

Zhao Mingfu sat down in front of Xuan Jingju, and the door in front of him slammed shut. Seeing that his plan had failed, he looked a little embarrassed, but he had no choice but to stand up and limp away.

Zhao Yuanxi came out from the inner hall at this time, bowed and said, "Uncle."

Jing Yu put his hands behind his back and sighed: "Yuan Xi, do you know who this person is?"

"When he came up, he introduced himself as his seventh uncle..." Zhao Yuanxi said softly, "It scared Yuanxi at first."

"My seventh uncle was still young when he left the State of Zhao. Even the [Secret Files of the State of Zhao] that he brought to the market didn't describe him in detail. It only said that he was as cunning as a fox, a clever man, the most active among the heirs, but lacking in wisdom."

"That's right...it's true that he only has some clever tricks that are not worthy of being shown on the public. It's a pity that one..." Jing Yu said the key point, closed his mouth, turned around and left, and entered the retreat room.

Sitting cross-legged in the retreat room, Jing Yu probed his spiritual consciousness into the Dantian Xuan Mirror and connected with the white light representing Zhao Mingfu...

boom!

The perspective changed, and Zhao Mingfu was walking on the street with a confused look on his face.

This time, he risked his reputation just to ask for a [Genuine Foundation Establishment Pill]. He had prepared enough bargaining chips and was just waiting for mediation, but he didn't know that his reputation was worthless. He couldn't even maintain the most basic patience of his Sixth Brother and was driven out.

Zhao Mingfu tightened the storage bag around his waist, took a flying boat ride for a quarter of an hour, walked to the door of a house in the outer city area, and gently knocked on the doorknob.

An old man with a goatee opened the door and stuck his head out, looking alert. "Who is it?"

"Fellow Daoist Tan, it's me, Zhao Mingfu!"

The Qigong cultivator surnamed Tan relaxed when he saw Zhao Mingfu, and said politely, "So it's Fellow Daoist Zhao!"

But he was not invited in.

Zhao Mingfu's heart sank again. This cultivator named Tan was his old friend for many years and was originally like a confidant. Later, he spent all his money and bet all the spirit stones on the cave on the bank of Yangliu River. The cultivator named Tan also advised him to think twice before acting.

Later, the construction of the cave was nowhere in sight, and all his life savings were wasted. After falling into poverty, Zhao Mingfu moved to a shack in the suburbs outside the city, and the two gradually lost contact.

At this time, this old friend didn't even let him in, obviously he had guessed some of his intentions!

"Friend Zhao, I didn't know you were visiting today..."

Zhao Mingfu said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist Tan, I won't beat around the bush. I'm now at the ninth level of Qi training and have some aspirations to build my foundation, but I'm short of some spirit stones. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Tan would be generous enough to lend me some? I'm willing to use the cave spirit contract as collateral..."

Cultivator Tan was silent for a long time before he slowly said, "Fellow Daoist Zhao, forgive my frankness, but you have just entered the ninth level of Qi training, and your foundation is weak. Even if you have the Foundation Establishment Pill, the probability of establishing your foundation is very slim. Why are you so obsessed with this?"

“I’m always unwilling to give up!”

"Tan can't help you with this matter..."

boom!

The old friend closed the door without hesitation, shattering Zhao Mingfu's original hope.

The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and he became ruthless and headed towards the nearby underground black market.

This time he found a sinister middle-aged monk in a dark alley and said harshly:

"Borrow usury!"

"Do you understand the rules?" The middle-aged monk narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"Nine out, thirteen back? What's there to not understand?"

The middle-aged monk looked Zhao Mingfu up and down, especially lingering on his gray hair for a long time, and suddenly asked:

"How old are you this year?"

Zhao Mingfu's expression froze for a moment, and his words were evasive: "Sixty-five."

The middle-aged monk took out an iron Bagua and shone it on Zhao Mingfu. The iron Bagua spun wildly and soon a hexagram appeared.

The cultivator looked at the hexagram, raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Bone age is seventy-eight years old...Is he borrowing money to buy the foundation-building pill?"

"Get out of this alley before I send someone to beat you to a pulp!"

"We don't lend money to monks over seventy-five years old at high interest rates here!"