Chapter 2 It’s your turn to play the golden finger

Southwest of Fang City.

This is a large low-cost rental area. It is obvious that as soon as you step into this street, there are more casual cultivators from all walks of life on the road.

Many people spoke with various accents, and many of them were monks from somewhere.

The management of this area is chaotic, and law enforcement teams rarely come.

So every time there was theft, robbery or murder.

The law enforcement team arrived late, pretending to go through the process, and there was no follow-up.

But if you are a tenant in a wealthy area, even if you lose a needle, you can still find it the next day.

The huge gap between rich and poor is depressing.

Chen Yun held his breath as he walked through the alley where sewage flowed. Next to the trash can lying on the ground, a few mice were scurrying around nonchalantly in the crowded alley.

Chen Yun was too lazy to pay attention to them, and quickly came to a two-story building he rented. He put the token in his hand into the rectangular groove at the door. With a click, the door slowly opened.

Because there were so many robberies and repairs in the nearby area, many landlords had to hire people to build formations.

Because of the formation, the rent has been indirectly increased, and the wool comes from the sheep.

Fortunately, Chen Yun is from the Chen family.

Renting here can be 30% cheaper.

Not just the Chen family.

Under the Jinding Sect, the children of the five major aristocratic families have such discounts.

The five major immortal clans all followed the leadership of the Jinding Sect and went to Yunmengze to open up wasteland. The children of their clans were naturally different from ordinary casual cultivators and had a slightly higher status.

The Chen family is also a large immortal clan.

Taishang Ancestor was twenty-three years old when he dug out the foundation and gathered Jin Qiuyue Que's sword intent, becoming the youngest swordsman in the Jinding Sect's history.

The ancestor of the Queen Mother condensed the golden elixir, raised the Chen family to the height of the golden elixir immortal clan, and sat on the same table as other aristocratic families.

He was an expert in swordsmanship throughout his life. He died at the age of 432. After becoming an immortal, the Chen family no longer had a golden elixir.

But even so, relying on his old man's remaining power, the Chen family could barely stand firm.

But in recent years, the family's new spiritual root children are less than half of other families, which has led to the decrease of foundation-building monks.

The height of a family depends on whether it has an unparalleled genius, but the length of a family depends on whether spiritual disciples can continue to emerge.

The shortcomings of the Chen family's lack of financial resources have become a headache for the whole family. They have repeatedly issued orders to reward childbirth, especially for the birth of spiritual-rooted children, with large spiritual stone rewards, but with little effect.

If a few more years pass, the Chen family may be reduced to a second-rate family.

Because of this, the Chen family worked particularly hard in opening up wasteland. Among the five major families, they sent the most people and suffered the most casualties.

After all, if the Chen family does not please the Jinding Sect, they may have no place to stand in the future.

As soon as I walked into the yard, I saw five young casual cultivators who had just arrived, talking and laughing in the yard.

Most of them are in their early twenties, which is when they are young and full of hope and fighting spirit for the future.

Although Chen Yun is only thirty years old, he has been tortured by life and is already sluggish.

"This must be a senior. I've met senior."

The leader, a young monk who looked extremely shrewd, stepped forward to say hello.

Chen Yun bowed his hands and said with a smile: "I can't be called a senior. Chen only lived a few more years."

"Chen? Is the senior a member of the Chen family?"

When the young monk mentioned the Chen family, he immediately attracted the attention of several other people.

The Chen family is one of the five great immortal clans, and its descendants are also proud of it. Whenever they mention the name of the Chen family wherever they go, their backs will straighten. Ordinary casual cultivators will naturally be extremely envious and admire them.

When Chen Yun talked about the Chen family, his eyes indeed became a little brighter and his waist became a little stiffer.

"Yes, Chen is a ninth-generation descendant of the Chen family, so don't mention it."

Chen Yun waved his hand and smiled awkwardly.

His father is a branch of the Chen family, and his mother is just an ordinary country woman.

"My descendants, no wonder they live in a place like this." The young man shook his head with some emotion and introduced himself: "My name is Xu Leiyin. I heard that the ancestor of the Chen family is the youngest swordsman of the Jinding Sect. It's a pity that we are still alive. It's too late and I haven't seen his beautiful face."

Chen Yun smiled and nodded slightly.

As a descendant of the Chen family, even though the Supreme Patriarch has been dead for more than four hundred years, his demeanor as an old man still fascinates future generations of monks.

"Since the senior is a member of the Chen family, he should be at the seventh or eighth level of Qi refining by now. The senior can look forward to building a foundation."

However, what responded to him was Chen Yun's embarrassed expression and ashamed smile.

"There are no seven or eight floors? Then there should be five or six floors. Sooner or later, the foundation will be built."

"This..." Chen Yun pinched his chin and scratched his head.

"Ah?" Xu Leiyin opened his mouth unconsciously.

"Senior only has the third or fourth level of Qi refining?"

"Alas..." Chen Yun sighed deeply.

This sigh exhausted the embarrassment and sadness of so many low-level losers.

What Chen Yun fears most is others talking about his cultivation.

The second most fearful thing is talking about age.

Avoided every time.

After all, a thirty-year-old like him who has not yet refined his Qi to the first level can be regarded as the best among the rubbish, not even one among billions.

It is no exaggeration to describe it as rare as a feather or a rare star.

Seeing Chen Yun sigh.

The others have roughly understood, and their eyes are a little more shocked and teasing, and their respect for the identity of the Chen family has weakened a little.

"Oh, senior, don't be discouraged. Cultivation is inherently contrary to nature. If you fail to build a foundation, living a long life will not be a waste of your next life."

Live a long life? I'm afraid this is also difficult.

Chen Yun's heart sank, and he looked at him unhappily, thinking that you are still good at comforting people.

"Chen will go back to the room to rest, you guys can do as you please."

Chen Yun didn't want to talk any more, because it hurt his self-esteem.

"Senior, there are countless opportunities in Yunmengze, maybe you will get lucky one day and soar to the sky."

Chen Yun went up the ladder, and stopped immediately after hearing this, and said seriously: "There are no opportunities in Yunmengze, but there are endless tasks, endless sweet potatoes, and endless miasma. Don't waste your time in such a place, it's better to go somewhere else to choose a future."

"Besides, what you said is absurd, there is the "Xuanhuang Jingmai Curse" to dissolve miasma, what's there to be afraid of miasma, but you are afraid of this and that at your age, no wonder... Hehe, please don't blame me."

Xu Leiyin hugged his arms and said sarcastically.

Chen Yun's face did not change, and there were only some ripples in his heart, no more.

After all, as a 30-year-old man at the first level of Qi Refining, being ridiculed is commonplace.

He has been able to keep his face calm and calm.

"Everyone, please do as you please."

Chen Yun waved his hand and went upstairs.

Sure enough, give up the plot of helping others and respect the fate of others.

Time will teach them everything.

After going upstairs and opening the copper lock, Chen Yun did not rush to enter, but squatted on the ground to check the sheepskin mat at the door. He sprinkled a layer of incense ash before going out, so that if someone entered, he could see footprints.

There were no footprints, so Chen Yun felt relieved to enter, closed the door, and first took out a clay pot from under the bed, took out a red cloth from it, and untied the knot with his fingers skillfully, revealing a bag of white jade-like crystals.

The crystals were big and small, long and short, but all revealed a faint blue luster.

"A total of thirty-seven spiritual stones."

"I have saved thirty-seven spiritual stones in five years, and now I am covered in poisonous miasma. I am going to die soon. What should I do?"

"Looking at the current situation, I, Chen Yun, will probably not live past the age of forty-five. In the last fifteen years, I should do something meaningful so that I can live for more than forty years."

"Why not marry a wife? Start a family and live a stable life for a few years. Unfortunately, I have never made any progress in making talismans, and I have wasted a lot of spiritual stones."

"If I can make some progress in making talismans, I will save money to cure the poisonous miasma and make a living by selling talismans. I never want to go out to perform missions in the wild again."

Chen Yun's eyes fell on the three-legged table in front of the window. There were many talisman papers and spiritual ink and pens on it. Even the trash can was full of scrapped talisman papers.

His success rate was less than 30%. Without a 50% success rate, making talismans would be a losing business.

"Failure."

"Generally speaking, a failure like me should have some golden fingers. Any golden fingers will do. I'm not picky. After 30 years, it's time for a golden finger."