Beauty helps me achieve immortality

"Zhao Qing, Qi Refining Level 3, mixed spiritual roots, failed the assessment!"

The sect deacon's voice spread through the spiritual formation and echoed throughout the Danxia Sect.

At the assessment meeting for outer disciples, the crowd was surging, and thousands of menial disciples gathered in the huge square, feeling uneasy.

No one cared who Zhao Qing was. After all, there were very few people who could pass the outer sect assessment. They were extremely rare. They only fantasized about how they would dominate the Danxia Sect if they passed the assessment.

Half a month later...

Zhao Qing finished a day's work and returned to the stove carrying bundles of firewood.

"Brother, this is today's firewood, sixty kilograms."

People were coming and going in the Fire Kitchen, and the outer sect senior brother who was in charge of the miscellaneous disciples had a cold expression on his face.

Zhao Qing paused, then spoke carefully, "Brother, I'm the handyman in Room 2 of Yard 16, Bingzi..."

The stern young man before him suddenly realized something, his eyes narrowing into a smile. "I know, Zhao Qing, right? Junior Brother Kong already told me. What's going on? Are you having a falling out with the junior brothers in the academy?"

Zhao Qing's face lit up as he looked around and whispered, "Brother, you're joking. I've been at Huo Zao Fang for over ten years now, and I'm almost forty, but I'm only at the third level of Qi Refining... I'm afraid I won't be able to meet the standards for the outer sect exam in this lifetime."

"So I plan to get married and have children, so that I can leave behind descendants... I can't live with my fellow apprentices." He added.

The stern young man was an outer sect disciple stationed at the Fire Stove Shop, responsible for all the management of miscellaneous duties in the Fire Stove Shop. His name was Wang Teng.

Wang Teng smiled understandingly. "Right, you should have let it go a long time ago. There are so many menial workers in the Fire Stove Shop, and how many of them will eventually make it to the Outer Sect? I reached the seventh level of Qi Refining eight years ago. You can imagine the difference in talent. It can't be made up for by so-called hard work."

"It's just that... there's no more vacant yards in this stove shop, so it's a bit difficult."

The menial disciples all lived in one room with four people, and each courtyard had four rooms. However, there were also many disciples who had wives and children and had single rooms. These were privileges given to them by their former outer sect brothers.

Zhao Qing spent a lot of money to ask a friend to find Senior Brother Wang Teng. That friend used to be a handyman in the stove workshop, but he was more talented and passed the outer sect assessment early.

He was silent at this moment, bent over and smiled, waiting for what was to come.

Difficult? Difficult means it can be done, otherwise the other party will not give in, and Huozaofang does not lack vacant houses.

Sure enough, Wang Teng quickly continued, "But there is a solution. Senior Brother supports menial disciples getting married from the bottom of his heart."

"The Fire Stove Shop will give out three Qi Gathering Pills every month..."

Zhao Qing understood immediately and replied, "My talent isn't that great, and I've still saved up fifteen Qi Gathering Pills. With your talent, I think the effect of taking them should be much better than mine."

Qi Gathering Pills are hard currency and are in demand during the Qi Refining Stage. The sect will distribute a fixed amount every month. If you want more, you can only buy them with spirit stones, and you also need contributions from the sect.

Zhao Qing had already made plans. It was only right for him to give Wang Teng some benefits. After all, it was like asking someone for help, and it had been like this in his past and present lives.

Wang Teng smiled and shook his head: "Qi Gathering Pill is the foundation of Junior Brother's family, how can you steal my love? Don't you need a betrothal gift to marry a wife?"

Zhao Qing's heart sank as he listened to the other party continue speaking.

"So, Senior Brother, be a good person to the end. If you have a crush on any Junior Sister, Senior Brother will help you mediate and guarantee immediate success."

"As for the house, you don't have to worry too much. Brother will think of a way, and it shouldn't be a big problem."

"But after you get married, you must keep your heart at home. The path of cultivation is difficult and arduous. By then..." Wang Teng smiled but said nothing.

Zhao Qing lowered his head and smiled, and he already understood in his heart that it was because of his bigger appetite.

"Two Qi Gathering Pills every month, I will deliver them to you on time."

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't!" Wang Teng said, "This Fire Kitchen is not peaceful. If there is a conflict between the disciples, losing the pills is a small matter, but it would be bad if my junior brother was hurt."

"Well, I'll get the pills for you from now on. When you're free, come get them from me. Don't worry about it in Huo Zao Fang. As long as I, Wang Teng, am here, I'll ensure that you and your wife are safe. How do you think?"

Zhao Qing gritted his teeth and nodded heavily.

He has taken a lot of Qi Gathering Pills, but they don't have much effect. It would be nice to be able to exchange them for some protection.

As a disciple with five kinds of mixed spiritual roots, building a foundation is harder than climbing to the sky. He has long given up hope.

Seeing Zhao Qing nod in agreement, Wang Teng took out a wooden sign from his sleeve and handed it to him.

"There are four rooms in Courtyard No. 60, Dingzi, and they are all yours!"

"If I have time, I can buy some spiritual plant seeds and plant them. Wouldn't that make life more comfortable?"

Zhao Qing thanked him repeatedly, took the wooden sign with both hands, and prepared to say goodbye and leave.

Number 60, Dingzi, was the last courtyard. He knew it was far from the sect, at the edge of Huozaofang, at the foot of Shouyun Mountain. He would pass by there every day when he went to chop wood.

"Wait, what if other brothers ask?"

Zhao Qing bowed his head and said, "Disciple Zhao Qing asks Senior Brother Wang to take the Qi Gathering Pill on his behalf. What's wrong with that?"

After bidding farewell to Wang Teng.

Zhao Qing didn't even have dinner and went straight back to the 16th courtyard of Bingzi.

Now everyone was still working or eating, and there was no one in the yard. He returned to his room, packed up some things, and left alone without notifying anyone.

After living a new life, he knew better than anyone that when he was weak, all relationships could only be maintained by interests.

Not to mention that they are all menial disciples, there is no need to notify them.

In fact, Zhao Qing had already reached the second level of Qi Refining when he was in his twenties, but cultivation is like climbing a mountain with every step, especially his own spiritual roots which were a huge obstacle. He had also secretly encouraged himself by saying a few words: Don't look down on the young and poor.

But now, he is 39 years old and an orphan with no ties in this world. In a few decades, he will be nothing but a handful of earth.

When you travel to another world, you must leave something behind.

In the end, he decided to get married, have children, and live out his days in peace.

In his previous life, he had an accident before graduating from university, and in this life he has been single ever since. As for getting married... this is his first time too.

The Danxia Sect has thousands of menial disciples, including many female cultivators, but Zhao Qing does not intend to choose a cultivator as his wife, and he probably doesn't want her to marry him either.

Having been in Huo Zao Fang for more than ten years, he has become accustomed to all kinds of melodramatic plots. Not only do some female cultivators sell their bodies for profit, but there are even cases of them turning against their fellow Taoists.

At this moment, Zhao Qing took advantage of the fact that it was still light, placed his belongings in the Dingzimohao Courtyard, and then went down the mountain to the town closest to Danxia Sect.

Danxia City was the sect's private territory, and while most of its inhabitants were independent cultivators, there were also quite a few mortals seeking a living. Inner sect disciples took turns on duty, and there was no curfew.

Generally speaking, the independent cultivators who come to live in Danxia City are mostly suffering from rare diseases or poisoning. They plan to look for opportunities here to buy or exchange the elixirs they need from the sect disciples, so large-scale conflicts rarely break out.

After providing his identity card, Zhao Qing entered the city easily.

Most of the people walking on the streets are monks, and mortals rarely go out at this time.

He first walked back and forth through two streets in the city, then turned into a deserted alchemy shop and traded ten Qi Condensation Pills for ten Spiritual Stones. Normally, the alchemy shop would have sold them for twenty Spiritual Stones, but… at the slave price, and with the low price being paid, there was no other way.

With these ten spirit stones, plus some left over, it is enough to cover expenses for the next period of time.

After leaving the alchemy workshop, Zhao Qing went straight to Huanyu Pavilion. He had greeted the matchmaker there a long time in advance.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard a pleasant cry.

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Zhao, I've been waiting for you to come. How are your thoughts going? That Qi Refining Level 2 sister we met was quite good. Not only was she beautiful, but she also had a slim figure. Most importantly, she's only in her early thirties."

Zhao Qing smiled and nodded. He noticed that there were a few wandering cultivators in the lobby, so he didn't say anything.

The matchmaker's surname is Xu. She is very good at observing people's words and expressions. She has a plump figure and a slender waist that can be held in one hand. She is very eye-catching when she walks.

She smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, please follow me." Then she stood up and opened the door of the compartment. She turned around and winked at Zhao Qing. The hairpin on her head trembled slightly, attracting the attention of a group of wandering cultivators.

Zhao Qing didn't think twice and followed him into the compartment before speaking, "I remember Fellow Daoist Xu mentioned last time that Huanyu Pavilion has many mortal women?"

Matchmaker Xu showed a look of surprise, her red lips opening and closing. "Your Excellency is marrying the principal wife. How can a mortal woman be worthy of you? After you establish your foundation, your life span will increase... It's not suitable, it's not suitable."

"Moreover, the betrothal gift for a female cultivator in the early stage of Qi Refining is only about fifty spirit stones. You can save it up for a few years." She added.

Foundation building?

Am I worthy?

Zhao Qing smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "Zhao is just a menial disciple with poor talent. I have no intention of becoming an immortal. I would be happy to find someone who understands me. I will pay ten spirit stones for this."

This was the price he had inquired about a long time ago.

When matchmaker Xu heard this, she immediately smiled and said in a very professional manner: "Well, I will take you to see the jade slips of the women first."

In fact, there was another reason why Zhao Qing didn't want to marry a monk: he was afraid of trouble.

Monks need to practice, which requires resources. Not only is the cost high, but many things also require competition... In short, it is not very stable.

Moreover, given my age and cultivation level, normal female cultivators would look down on me, so why should I make myself miserable?

Without the big hurdle of becoming a cultivator, Zhao Qing soon met the woman of his dreams.

Wang Shuyue.

He was not tall, his father was missing, his mother was no longer alive, his face was a little cold, but it could not hide his delicate features. After chatting for a while, Zhao Qing quickly made a decision.

Sometimes the first impression is really important, although Wang Shuyue is not the most beautiful, nor is she a monk, and she doesn't have parents.

But these are not problems. A gentle and quiet personality is enough. Even if she doesn't dress up, the feeling she gives Zhao Qing is just two words: exquisite.

With the help of the first impression, even her inappropriate age of eighteen was ignored by Zhao Qing. Although the age gap was a bit big...it could be tolerated.

Two days later, at the foot of Shouyun Mountain in the east of Huozaofang, twenty or thirty menial disciples gathered to attend the wedding banquet.

We all work at Huo Zao Fang, so there is no shortage of ingredients and cooks, so it’s okay to make do with what we have.

It is worth mentioning that Senior Brother Wang Teng, who was on duty this month, came over specifically to have a drink, which made many of the menial disciples speculate.

That night, the candlelight danced wildly on the window paper.

Wang Shuyue, with a red veil on her head, was tense. Her future life would depend on the middle-aged man in front of her, which made her even more nervous.

After all, she was marrying the immortal master of the Danxia Sect, who was moody, and she felt very uneasy.

Zhao Qing closed the courtyard door and the room door, took a deep breath, and slowly lifted the bride's veil. Wang Shuyue was in her prime, her eyebrows and eyes were very lively, and her long eyelashes fluttered, but her eyes were a little evasive, and her little face was red.

"Hu... husband."

Zhao Qing sat down beside her and blew out the candle.

"Wait!" Wang Shuyue said suddenly.

"Ok?"

The girl stood up and opened the small bag she was carrying, took out five spirit stones from it, and slowly placed them on the table, arranging them very neatly.

"From now on, Shuyue is my husband's. She depends on me for life and death. The money they give me is of little use. It's better to supplement the family expenses. I will plant the seeds you bought tomorrow... I will clean up the west room and use it as a kitchen. Just tell me what you want to eat in the future."

Zhao Qing was a little surprised when he saw the familiar spirit stone on the table, but more of a sigh: "Okay, my lady, do you have anything else to say?"

Wang Shuyue, dressed in her wedding gown, walked slowly to the bedside, blushing as she said, "Please have mercy on me, my husband."

This night.

The two discussed calligraphy and painting, and the old wolf's brush was so powerful that it penetrated the new rice paper, and he painted a bright picture of peach blossoms in full bloom.

The next morning, Zhao Qing woke up slowly and saw his little wife sleeping beside him. He couldn't help feeling melancholy. This was his first time as a husband in his two lives, and the burden on him would be heavier in the future.

Suddenly, a light curtain appeared in front of his eyes, illusory and ethereal.

[Gain Alchemy Experience: 35]

[Alchemist: Lower Grade (35/200)]

[Single Experience: 5]

……

"???"

Plugins? Scripts? Hacks? Cheats? What did I do?

Was it last night... ?

Zhao Qing was in a trance, a bit dazed for a moment. After traveling through time for decades, he had finally waited for this day.

He stood up without changing his expression, drank a sip of water, and packed up the tools he needed to go out to work. He carefully checked the panel again, and after confirming that it was not an illusion, he revealed an uncontrollable joy.

This really was like a dream, so magical, so magical that he couldn't believe it.

There is no way. I have been suffering for the past few decades.