Mysterious mirror hanging high

Jing Yu only took one look at Hu Yiming and knew that this person had not yet drawn the Qi into his body and circulated the Qi around him. He was still an ordinary person. He could not help but comfort him:

"Fellow Daoist Hu, there's no need to worry. It's only been half a month. Drawing Qi into the body is not a one-time effort. I see the divine light in Fellow Daoist Hu's eyes, it must have been in these few days!"

Instead, Li Sheng just glanced at Hu Yiming lightly, curled his lips slightly, and did not say anything.

Hu Yiming's face was gloomy at this time: "Hu's spiritual roots are far inferior to those of the two fellow Taoists. If I slow down one step, I will slow down every step. I am afraid the road ahead will be difficult."

"Oh! That's outrageous!" Jing Yu laughed. "I'm forty-five this year, half dead. What good is it to have good spiritual roots? As long as I can see the magnificent world of immortal cultivation before I die, my life will be worthwhile!"

"Although Fellow Daoist Hu's spiritual roots are slightly inferior, he is still more than twenty years younger than Zhao. Can't this gap in talent be made up in more than twenty years?"

Jing Yu jokingly said, "Who knows, when Zhao's life is over, he might even invite Fellow Daoist Hu to have a drink."

Hu Yiming laughed out loud at this, but then he felt something was wrong and quickly straightened his face. He felt that the King Ping in front of him was really an open-minded and humorous man, not as cruel as the rumors in the capital of Zhao State said.

"What are you fellow Taoists talking about?" A voice came, and the three of them looked in the direction of the voice, and sure enough, it was another familiar face.

Mu Shan walked over with his hands behind his back, but Li Sheng was the first to shout, "Master!"

Jing Yu glanced at Mu Shan in surprise, then glanced at Li Sheng's brand new scarlet robe. He understood and said quickly, "Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Mu, on having such a great disciple!"

"It's so rare to see a person with a fire-attributed spiritual root with good spiritual roots. I really don't want to miss it." Mu Shan smiled and twirled his beard. "I also want to congratulate my uncle on drawing Qi into his body and becoming a Qi-cultivating cultivator!"

Then he said to Hu Yiming, "Fellow Daoist Hu, don't worry. The spiritual boat has already arrived at Wushan Market. Once we've completed the formalities, please come to my humble house for a gathering. That house is in the inner quarters of Wushan, and the spiritual energy there is richer than in the outer quarters, which will help you to draw the energy into your body..."

Mu Shan brought the three of them to the deck of the spirit boat and found that the deck was already full of people. Jing Yu roughly counted them and found that there were as many as seventy or eighty people. Excluding more than twenty cultivators in the middle and late stages of Qi training like Mu Shan, most of the remaining fifty or so people were still mortals, and there were only about ten cultivators who had reached the first level of Qi training.

Taoist Cangsong, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, stood at the end of the deck. Seeing that everyone had arrived, he announced loudly, "Fellow Daoists, this is the Wushan Market. After disembarking from the spiritual boat, please follow your respective immortal guides and drop off your immortal records here first!"

At this moment, the spirit boat was quietly suspended in mid-air. Jing Yu stood on the deck of the spirit boat, looking down at the scene below from a high vantage point. His gaze passed through the layers of clouds and mist, and finally landed on a bustling and prosperous place.

Looking from a high place, the Wushan Market looks like a small town in the mortal world.

In the center of the market town, there stand several magnificent corner towers, towering into the clouds and majestic and spectacular. These corner towers are surrounded by dozens of independent courtyards, each of which looks particularly exquisite and elegant, revealing a noble atmosphere.

Looking further out, there are rows of neatly arranged small buildings with white walls and black tiles. They are distributed in an orderly manner, giving people a feeling of tranquility and harmony.

The outermost layer is dotted with some simply built wooden houses. These wooden houses seem to be built with special spiritual wood and look extremely strong and durable. However, compared with the corner towers and small courtyards in the center of the town, they appear shabby.

Occasionally, there would be cultivators passing through the market using magical instruments. Most of them had already reached the late stage of Qi training. Some low-level cultivators in the early stage of Qi training raised their heads and looked in the direction of the spirit boat, but they only raised their eyes briefly before lowering their heads to do their own things. It was obvious that they were not unfamiliar with this scene.

"So this is what the market in the world of immortal cultivation looks like!" Hu Yiming stared at the cultivators flying in the air with envy.

At this time, a crimson stream of light flew towards the spirit boat. The color of this light was almost the same as Mu Shan's, but it was obviously brighter and more intense. When the light approached, Jing Yu clearly felt a strong spiritual pressure. This was because the person who used the light tried his best to restrain it.

The crimson light fell on the deck, and a middle-aged female cultivator with red hair and red eyebrows emerged from it.

"Cangsong, where is the spiritual root? I am here to pick him up on the orders of the Immortal." The Red Eyebrowed Female Cultivator said.

"That's the one." Taoist Cangsong seemed to have a good relationship with the Red Eyebrow female cultivator, and their conversation was quite familiar. He pointed to a little girl around ten years old beside him and said, "This girl's name is Wan Lingjun."

Mu Shan whispered to the three people beside him, "This female cultivator with red hair and red eyebrows is another deputy master of our Wushan Market. Her Taoist name is Chi Lian. She is the same as Master Cangsong. Both are high-level cultivators in the early stage of foundation building."

"That girl named Wan Lingjun is said to be the youngest daughter of the ruler of the Yu Kingdom. Like Fellow Daoist Hu, she has wood spiritual roots, but her spiritual root manifestation is a laurel tree! This can be considered an extremely high-level manifestation, and even among mid-level manifestations, it is at the top level, barely touching the edge of the upper grade."

"From the State of Yu?" Jing Yu took another look at the little girl. The State of Yu did not border the State of Zhao where he originally lived, and the two countries did not have much communication, so he did not know whether the king of the State of Yu had such a little daughter.

Hu Yiming looked at Wan Lingjun with envy: "Senior Mu, where will this little girl surnamed Wan be sent?"

"He must have been sent to [Xiaoyao Immortal City]!"

Mu Shan sighed, "Most likely he caught the eye of some Jindan Master, who wants to take him in as a disciple!"

"Master, we haven't met anyone along the way. How could a Jindan Zhenren far away in the sky know that there is such a person with excellent spiritual roots?" Li Sheng widened his eyes and said in disbelief.

"There are so many ways to communicate in the world of immortal cultivation." Mu Shan said with a smile, "Sheng'er, you'll have a lot to learn in the future."

The Taoist Chi Lian took Wan Lingjun away, and the Taoist Cang Song gave a few instructions to the cultivators in the late Qi training stage on the deck, and left in a hurry. After the two Taoists of foundation building left, the atmosphere on the deck was obviously much more relaxed.

"Come on, I'll take you to the immortal register first."

Mu Shan took out his tattered flying boat again, and the three of them stepped on it, and slowly landed on the ground of the market town from the huge spiritual boat that looked like a building ship.

Mu Shan first led the three people through the outermost group of wooden houses and came to the small building with white walls and black tiles. They walked through seven or eight alleys before turning into a two-story building. They walked into the yard of the small building and saw several solid wooden tables placed in the front hall facing the courtyard gate. Behind the tables were several young and beautiful women who were meditating with their eyes closed.