Mysterious mirror hanging high

"Alas, Fellow Daoist Wang, you also know that going to the mortal world to test spiritual roots has become an industry now. In the future, we will have to go to the mortal world to plow a few times every twenty or thirty years. There will definitely be more and more cultivators in the market."

Jing Yu pondered, "The situation of mortals in the market will only become more difficult. The younger generations in my family all hope that one of their future offspring will have spiritual roots. Otherwise, how can we ever make a name for ourselves?"

Wang Po's face was bitter. "Fellow Daoist Zhao, you speak from the heart. Everyone knows this truth. It's just that mortal body cultivators want to have a child with spiritual roots in their family. So don't cultivators want it too? You must know that even if cultivators marry, the chances of their offspring having spiritual roots naturally born are not 100%."

"I am now fifty-eight years old. My husband and I are both cultivators. Over the years, we have given birth to four children, but none of them have spiritual roots. I see that the lineage of cultivators in our family will be extinct in the next generation. Who can I turn to for justice?"

"Even the marriage of two cultivators to inherit an heir isn't a sure thing, let alone a cultivator and a mortal. Even a female cultivator whose path has been cut short would be thinking about raising a child to succeed. It's even more unlikely that she would marry a mortal..."

Zhao Mingyu seemed to have aged suddenly, and her tone was almost pleading: "Fellow Daoist Wang, is there no other female cultivator who would be interested in this betrothal gift?"

Wang Po curled her lips imperceptibly. "Sister Zhao, let me say something. Eighty spirit stones may seem like a lot, but an average cultivator in the middle stage of Qi training probably wouldn't be able to come up with that much cash right away... But if you convert it to the current market price of six hundred spirit stones for a Foundation Establishment Pill, you'd only be buying less than one-seventh of that!"

"I have a compromise plan. Is Sister Zhao willing to help?"

Zhao Mingyu's spirits perked up, and he quickly said, "I'd like to hear the details!"

"I have several mortal women here, all of them are beautiful, well-educated and well-mannered... and they are not ordinary mortal women, but the descendants of cultivators!" Wang Po said with a smile: "Although such women do not have spiritual roots, they are the bloodline of cultivators after all. The chance of giving birth to spiritual root children is greater than that of ordinary mortal women."

Zhao Mingyu's expression gradually darkened, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away. "But he's still just a mortal..."

"It's always better than ordinary mortals!" Wang Po advised, "Mortals who are descendants of cultivators are more likely to give birth to spiritual roots than ordinary mortals. This is a rule summed up by our ancestors and it cannot be wrong!"

"Third sister, what do you think?" Jing Yu asked with a questioning look. He actually felt that this was a compromise.

Zhao Mingyu whispered, "Then I'll trouble you to find a list. I'll have to examine it before I can make a final decision."

"It's an easy task. Leave it to me." Wang Po patted her chest and agreed to the deal.

After Wang Po left, Jing Yu quickly supported Zhao Mingyu, who was nearly exhausted, and said, "Let's take a break first."

Zhao Mingyu's eyes darkened as he said, "Sixth brother, am I being too impatient?"

"Descendants will have their own destiny. You don't have to put all your heavy thoughts on this generation." Jing Yu said slowly.

"When I first arrived at the market, I felt that Mu Shan was a man worth getting along with. I also lamented your sharp eyes in choosing a husband for Cheng Huan... From this, I thought you could also manage Cheng Yan's marriage smoothly. I didn't expect such a scene to happen."

"Third sister, I used to think you treated the two children the same way."

Jing Yu sneered: "Now it seems that you have different views on Cheng Huan and Cheng Yan after all."

"When Cheng Huan married Mu Shan, I guess you didn't care about his cultivation level, status, age, or family background. What you valued was his kind and gentle personality, and the fact that he and Cheng Huan were in harmony... I'm afraid it didn't even matter whether Mu Shan was a cultivator or not."

"Now that Cheng Yan is getting married, you're asking for this and that. In the end, you don't even bother asking what Cheng Yan thinks or what the woman you're looking for feels like..."

"I don't ask for anything, but I ask for a good son-in-law who will do everything for me."

"I asked for everything, but in the end I got nothing."

Zhao Mingyu said quietly, "Sixth brother, you really are talking without any pain..."

"I call this a bystander's view!"

Jing Yu argued confidently, "Forget it. I won't say any more. A descendant of a cultivator doesn't need such a large betrothal gift to seek marriage. Since there are so many choices, you might as well pay attention and pick someone that both of you like. A peaceful home in the future is much better than a life of chaos!"

"I have to go to the Spiritual Plant Garden today, so I won't argue with you any more."

After that, he turned around and left.

"Wait a minute."

Zhao Mingyu grabbed Jing Yu's sleeve, took out three low-grade spirit stones from the leather bag on his waist, and stuffed them into Jing Yu's hands.

Jing Yu was stunned and asked, "What does this mean?"

Zhao Mingyu whispered, "When Cheng Yan's marriage is finalized, you will have to sit in the head of the family during the wedding. Mu Shan and Cheng Yan are of the same generation, after all, so we still need a cultivator to help out."

"I'm Cheng Yan's uncle, isn't this my duty? Why do I need this?"

Jing Yu subconsciously wanted to stuff the spirit stone back to Zhao Mingyu.

"Take it if you're told to!" Zhao Mingyu's face turned serious. "You were late in drawing Qi into your body, but fortunately, your spiritual roots are still good. If you practice diligently, you might have a chance to build your foundation... Since there's no need to collect the betrothal gift, use these spirit stones to buy a few bottles of Qi-boosting pills..."

Jing Yu knew that this was Zhao Mingyu giving her some spiritual nourishment, and her heart warmed: "Then I'll accept it."

Zhao Mingyu nodded and said meaningfully, "You were right before. The weight of my concern shouldn't be placed on just one generation... If Cheng Yan's future children don't have spiritual roots, that doesn't necessarily mean that future generations won't have them. If our descendants continue, there will always be promising descendants... But where will the revenge for my brother's murder rest?"

"After thinking about it, I think it's better to put my hopes on you, Sixth Brother!"

Jing Yu felt like a thorn in his side after hearing this. He forced a laugh and said, "Third sister, that's a joke. I'm just a 48-year-old low-level cultivator at the second level of Qi training. Who can I possibly be expected to live up to?"

"Just consider it as a wish of mine." Zhao Mingyu waved his hand tiredly.

Jing Yu said goodbye to Zhao Mingyu and walked straight out of the market. He had just planted the spiritual rice seedlings yesterday, and he had to go and check on the situation today. If there were any problems, he could use the [Green Seedling Technique] to maintain the plants in time.

After leaving the market, there is a wide and flat avenue. This avenue was paved by Wushan Market specifically to connect to the spiritual plant garden outside the market. Law enforcement monks often patrol the avenue to protect the safety of the spiritual plant farmers and allow these low-level monks to farm with peace of mind without being disturbed by the robbery cultivators.

Jing Yu has been walking this route for more than three years. It is indeed safe and he has never encountered any danger.

But for some reason today, the avenue was empty, and there was not a single patrolling law enforcement monk on the road. I wondered if they were all crowded in the back half for patrol.

Jing Yu just felt something was wrong, and took a step forward by inertia. Suddenly, he felt dizzy and disappeared on the road abruptly.