Chapter 1221 Lingshan Jumo River

Along the way, Fatty Qian did not dare to look at Ye Chunyang, and Tingyu was even more afraid of him like a god.

Ye Chunyang always closed his eyes and rested, as if nothing had ever happened.

It was not until seven days later, when the flying boat stopped outside a huge city, that Ye Chunyang's closed eyes slowly opened.

"Master, this is Yunlan City."

Fatty Qian's attitude was unprecedentedly respectful.

If he was in awe of Ye Chunyang's superb alchemy skills before, now Fatty Qian is truly convinced by Ye Chunyang.

How can a person who can easily defeat four Daoji level masters be unable to fight back? How can he be such a simple Qi-refining monk?

Ye Chunyang agreed casually and got off the flying boat.

Yunlan City is one of the top three big cities in the Silver Moon Kingdom, and is larger than Lindu City. Through the induction of his spiritual sense, Ye Chunyang discovered that there were actually groups of monks in the city, from all levels.

"The Wanding Meeting will be held at the Wanding Tower in the city. It will last for several days. It has just begun. More monks will come later. What do you think, Master, if we rest in the city for a night and go back tomorrow?" Fatty Qian asked for instructions.

"That's fine."

Ye Chunyang nodded.

There were many monks coming and going around, and as soon as they entered the city, there were many eyes scanning between the three of them. Except for Fatty Qian, whose cultivation level at the Daoji level was a bit scary, the two practitioners Ye Chunyang and Tingyu Qi monks have been ignored by most people.

In such a profession, most of the elders of that force bring their juniors to experience it.

After walking forward for about half an hour, the group arrived outside a towering tower.

There is a plaque hanging in front of the tower, with three large gilded characters "Lingxian Mansion" written on it, which is majestic.

After approaching, Ye Chunyang felt that there were countless high-level magic circles in the tower, and spiritual energy was being drawn in continuously.

"Lingxian Mansion is a great treasure. The spiritual chamber inside is equipped with a spiritual gathering array for monks to rent for practice. The higher the level, the higher the level of the array."

Fatty Qian introduced.

"This Lingxian Palace has been set up in all major cities. The spiritual chambers inside are divided into nine levels, with the top level being the heaven level. However, it does not mean that you can choose a good spiritual chamber by paying enough spiritual stones. No matter where it is, you can choose a good spiritual chamber. , Spirit chambers of level five and above are only open to high-level monks, those in the Taoist realm and Qi refining stage can only choose the following."

"Oh, there is such a strange place, could it be set up by some major sect?" Ye Chunyang showed an interested look.

"I don't even know this..." Fatty Qian shook his head in embarrassment.

After a pause, he continued:

"It is said that Lingxian Mansion has existed for a long time, and no one knows its origin. However, anyone who has coveted it has disappeared for no reason in the end, and has never appeared again."

"Over time, this Spirit Immortal Mansion has become a place of awe for everyone, and the high-level spirit gathering arrays inside that are comparable to the hidden sects have also attracted monks from all over the world. Therefore, no one has investigated the origin of this place."

Hearing this, Ye Chunyang couldn't help but take a few more glances at this aura-filled tower, showing curiosity.

"But there is one thing that is very strange."

After Fatty Qian finished speaking, a trace of suspicion flashed across his face.

"What's the matter?" Ye Chunyang asked.

"Although Lingxian Mansion has been established in some big cities, it seems that no one has ever stayed in the heaven-level spiritual chamber on the top floor, and I don't know if it requires certain privileges."

Fatty Qian muttered to himself.

"Maybe so."

Ye Chunyang shrugged, not wanting to talk more about this matter.

Seeing this, Fatty Qian laughed and quickly invited him in.

The person in charge of the Lingxian Mansion is a middle-aged monk who has reached the Daoji Realm. The spiritual chamber that Fatty Qian has reserved in advance is a third-grade one, located on the third floor of the mansion.

It was late at night when we chose the burial chamber.

"Ting Yu, you stay and take care of Master Ye!"

Before Fatty Qian left, he glanced at Tingyu with some deep meaning.

Tingyu's body trembled slightly, and he lowered his head and nodded.

"Master, can I change your clothes for you?"

There were only two people left in the spiritual chamber. After a long silence, Tingyu stepped forward with a smile, and stretched out his snow-white hands to Ye Chunyang's coat.

Ye Chunyang turned his back to Tingyu and frowned slightly.

And when he took off his coat, there was a rustling sound coming from behind.

Looking back, I saw a graceful and delicate body appearing in front of my eyes. Her skin was like cream due to the rain, she was naked, and her breath was filled with alluring body fragrance.

"Master, let me sleep with you tonight..."

Tingyu lowered his head and spoke in a low voice.

"You go."

Ye Chunyang turned around, looked out the window and said calmly.

Tingyu was stunned for a moment, looking at the figure far away from him in front of him, a complex feeling suddenly welled up in his heart, which seemed to be joyful, but also a little bit disappointing.

She knew that if she stayed tonight, she might be able to get something that she would never get in her life.

I just never thought that the result would be like this.

Looking at the man in front of him who was still indifferent, Tingyu finally pursed his lips, put on his clothes, saluted, turned around, closed the door and left.

After a long time, Ye Chunyang returned to the bed and sat cross-legged, sighing softly.

…

The next day.

At dawn, Fatty Qian's respectful voice came from outside the door.

Ye Chunyang opened the door and walked out, and saw him and Tingyu standing there with smiles on their faces, looking like they were waiting respectfully.

Today, Tingyu was smiling like a flower as usual, but when she looked at Ye Chunyang, there was a different look in the depths of her eyes.

"Master, today is the second day of the Wanding Conference. I have already inquired about it. There is a venue in the Wanding Tower where a valuable treasure will appear. Why don't we go and explore it?" Fatty Qian said with a smile.

"Lead the way."

Ye Chunyang agreed casually.

He also wanted to see what level of treasures would appear in this so-called Wanding Meeting?

Fatty Qian was so happy that he walked in front of him.

After walking out of the Lingxian Mansion, Ye Chunyang found that there were many powerful auras around him. In addition to the Daoji realm, there were actually several Spirit Transformation realm monks of Cheng Ye's level.

When we entered the city yesterday, there were not so many masters there. Unexpectedly, so many people were attracted in one night.

Following Fatty Qian's twists and turns, at noon, Ye Chunyang arrived outside a high-rise building, which was divided into various venues and some restricted floors.

Ye Chunyang looked around and saw that there were many monks setting up stalls in the venue, either selling medicinal materials and techniques, or purchasing magic weapons and elixirs. It was a lively scene.

"Master, there are good things ahead. Let's go take a look."

Fatty Qian took Ye Chunyang towards an attic.

Ye Chunyang sensed it for a while and found that there were many auras of Taoist monks in the direction he was going. He nodded and followed Fatty Qian.

After arriving, there were two rows of people sitting around, old and young, most of whom were in the Taoist realm. Some juniors in the Qi refining stage stood behind them.

The group of people found a seat and sat down.

At this time, these Taoist monks were communicating with each other, discussing their cultivation experiences, or replacing spiritual materials and treasures. The three people came in and only attracted some people's attention, and then no one paid attention.

Just as the three of them were about to sit down, someone else walked in at the door.

"Hey, this is not Master Qian of Yunbao Tower. I haven't seen you for a few years. How is your practice of the Little Wuji Technique?"

A middle-aged man with gorgeous clothes and a similar level of cultivation as Fatty Qian came to the house with several graceful girls. He saw Fatty Qian smiling behind him.

"Mo He, is that you?"

Fatty Qian's face turned livid when he saw this man.

It turns out that it was this person who sold him the Little Wuji Technique a few years ago.

These years of suffering from the retrograde movement of true energy are all thanks to him. Now that we are seeing each other again, how can Fatty Qian not hate Abnormality.

"Why, looking at the way fellow Taoist Qian looks, could it be that there is something wrong with practicing the Small Wuji Technique? I have warned you a long time ago that very few people have succeeded in practicing this technique, but when you heard that this technique can greatly improve your cultivation, you are desperate. I took it from my hands. Alas, now I know I regret it!"

The middle-aged man looked distressed, but he couldn't hide the gleam of schadenfreude in his eyes.

Fatty Qian resisted the urge to punch him, gritted his teeth and said sullenly: "Mo He, it seems that you knew that the Little Wuji Technique was defective early on, right?"

"Why do you have to do this, Fellow Daoist Qian? Not to mention that the transaction was originally a matter of mutual consent between you and me. To say that I deliberately sold you a defective practice is an injustice to me."

"But if you feel that I've tricked you, I can offer you some more secret techniques as compensation, as long as you give me a corresponding price."

The middle-aged man said with an innocent look.

Fatty Qian stared at the other party coldly, anger surging in his heart.

This person deceived him once and now he still dares to show off his power. He is treating him as a fool.

"Don't be complacent. I made a mistake last time. With Master Ye's help this time, how can I be fooled by you again?" Fatty Qian said solemnly, but looking at Ye Chunyang aside, he felt determined.

"Master Ye?"

The middle-aged man looked suspicious.

Following Fatty Qian's gaze, he saw a monk in the Qi Refining Stage sitting there. Moreover, this young monk was so arrogant that he sat still from beginning to end and had no intention of getting up to say hello when he saw him.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but sneered: "Is it him that fellow Taoist Qian is talking about? What can a young monk in the Qi refining stage tell you?"

"shut up!"

Ye Chunyang was unmoved, but Fatty Qian was unconvinced and retorted: "Mo He, you'd better be careful what you say. How can you know Master Ye's abilities?"

Seeing Fatty Qian's serious face, the middle-aged man's smile stopped.

He looked at Ye Chunyang with suspicious eyes, but the other party's face remained calm.

The middle-aged man was surprised. This young man's eyes were deep, as if he had experienced all the vicissitudes of life and could see through everything in the world. This kind of calm indifference was completely unlike what a Qi Refining monk could possess.

"Is it possible that he is really a hidden master? Even if he is not, he must be a disciple of some old monsters?"

The middle-aged man suddenly started to speculate.

He still knew a little about Fatty Qian. He used to be arrogant and arrogant, but now he looked at this young man in the Qi refining stage with awe in his eyes. Could it be that this man really had a great background?

All kinds of suspicions flashed through his heart, and the middle-aged man frowned.

He took a deep look at Fatty Qian and then closed his mouth, rolled up his sleeves and sat down aside.

At this time, Fatty Qian cupped his fists and saluted Ye Chunyang, and said, "Master, this is a joke. This person is a disciple of the old man Ju Muling in Lingshan Mountain. He is running rampant in the nearby area based on the name of his master, and his words are It will inevitably offend the master."

"It doesn't matter."

Ye Chunyang waved his hands lightly and watched with interest the exchanges among the monks in front.

Seeing this scene in the eyes of the middle-aged man, he was shocked again.

Fatty Qian's respectful look towards this young man didn't look like he was faking it. Could it be that he really wasn't capable of anything?