I traveled through time and space, and I exchanged my life for krypton

That night,

Xie Linghua brought Qi Ting and Bai Yining into Wei Zhong's room and brought a piece of news that did not surprise Wei Zhong much.

"Due to family ties, I hope that Master will forgive me for not being able to accompany you..."

Wei Zhong expressed his understanding. After the four of them spent a wonderful night together, Wei Zhong left a sum of spiritual stones for the two women as a thank you gift for accompanying Wei Zhong for so many years.

The spiritual stones were not many, but they were more than enough for the two of them to practice to the ninth level of Qi Refining.

One day, the caravan arrived, Wei Zhong said goodbye to three or two friends, and took Xie Linghua to the Yunji Chamber of Commerce.

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"Fellow Daoist Sikong, this is Chu Zhong, the new guest of our Chamber of Commerce..."

When Wei Zhong arrived at the Chamber of Commerce, he saw the leader of the caravan, whose name was Sikong Changming, and he was in the middle stage of Jindan. He was wearing a yellow cassock and had a scar on his head, and seemed to be a Buddhist monk.

When he heard that Wei Zhong wanted to go to his mansion with the caravan, he looked at Wei Zhong carefully:

"What you ask for is fine, but the caravan's route has already been stipulated in the association, and the city it passes through may not suit your wishes."

Wei Zhong bowed: "It's okay, I just want to leave Mangyuan Prefecture with you. When I reach a suitable city, I will leave the team and will not affect your mission."

After understanding, Wei Zhong also knew that those who escorted spiritual objects all claimed the tasks issued by the Chamber of Commerce to earn spiritual stones and contribution points.

Wei Zhong wanted to take out some gifts to build a good relationship with him, but it seemed that the only thing he could take out was spiritual wine, so he took out ten medium-grade spiritual stones and stuffed them into his hands.

The latter accepted it calmly and looked much better to Wei Zhong.

Wei Zhong looked at the people behind him and saw a familiar figure.

He asked uncertainly: "Senior Hu Yang?"

The latter took off his hood and smiled slightly: "Fellow Daoist Chu, long time no see. I didn't expect that after more than 20 years, you have become a guest of Yunji Chamber of Commerce."

Wei Zhong felt the power of the other party at the moment and was a little surprised.

'I haven't seen you for these years, but you have successfully formed a pill and entered the Yunji Chamber of Commerce. '

"Senior is the one who has made further progress in his cultivation and entered the stage of forming a pill, and is still in the Yunji Chamber of Commerce..."

"Alas, I am doing things for the lady because of her kindness," the latter waved his hand and said calmly.

Shopkeeper Ruan, who was standing by, also nodded and greeted Hu Yang: "As a native cultivator of Mangyuan Prefecture, fellow Daoist Hu Yang is familiar with the environment of this prefecture.

Next, I need to ask fellow Daoist to work together with me to jointly guard this Chamber of Commerce's residence."

Hu Yang bowed: "It is my duty, I dare not disobey."

Wei Zhong could not have thought that Hu Yang, who had been a casual cultivator for many years, could actually climb up to Shan Qin's path and successfully form a pill.

Recalling the dust-reducing pill worth more than 40,000 spirit stones that was fought over by Qingmu Sect and Yan Family, did Taoist Hu Yang sign a contract to sell himself?

Without asking too much, Wei Zhong Yanming explained his intention to Sikong Changming and then withdrew.

It will take some time for the Chamber of Commerce to set off. Wei Zhong met Ning Jiaqi and asked him to practice diligently and not to waste the good time for practice because of emotional matters. He said goodbye to Rong Ju and then left with the caravan.

Sikong Changming released a flying boat, on which the white cloud flag of the Chamber of Commerce was flying. All the cultivators in charge of escorting flew in, and Wei Zhong also flew into the boat after saying goodbye to everyone.

Considering that Wei Zhong was a guest of the Chamber of Commerce, Sikong Changming specially assigned a slightly larger room for Wei Zhong, not far from his room.

With the Dan next to him, his safety can be guaranteed.

Looking at the increasingly smaller buildings below through the window next to the flying boat, Wei Zhong sighed. After all, he left the place where he came when he was reborn.

"Is the master reluctant to leave?"

Xie Linghua leaned on Wei Zhong's shoulder and asked considerately.

"It's just some feelings of leaving home, but Ling'er, are you reluctant to leave?"

The latter shook her head gently: "Ling'er has been displaced for many years, and has been to various places, and her emotions have long been worn out. Now wherever the master is, Ling'er will be there."

Wei Zhong gently rubbed her little hand, squinted his eyes, and enjoyed this moment of warmth.

Although it was a pity to abandon the basic base of Mangyuan Mansion, it was less worried about his life, which was more beneficial than harmful to him.

Taking out the white jade guest token, Wei Zhong fumbled for the words on it.

‘Now that I have access to high-level resources with the Yunji Chamber of Commerce as a springboard, the rest of the days are to find a safe place and practice well.

In addition, with the help of the Taoism of Time, some secret realms with low risks can also be explored. It is possible to encounter inheritances like the one of Senior Bai He. ’

Thinking of the rare treasures needed in the method of casting the spirit body mentioned by Shan Qin and Miaoli Shan, Wei Zhong murmured.

‘With my cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building, which is roughly equivalent to that of a cultivator in the middle stage of Jindan, most of the dangers to foundation building are nothing in front of Wei Zhong, let alone some human disasters. ’

“Ding Ding!”

“Is Fellow Daoist Chu free? I will prepare a banquet and invite you to come and have a gathering so that I can introduce you to other fellow Daoists on the spirit boat.”

The voice of Sikong Changming came to Wei Zhong’s ears.

When Wei Zhong went to the place where he directed, he saw several cultivators there.

There were six people in total. Sikong Changming, who was in the middle stage of Jindan, was in the main seat, and there were five fellow Daoists in the early and middle stages of foundation building.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, please take a seat quickly. There is also a fellow Daoist Ling in the late stage of foundation building who is patrolling outside to assist in defense. Come back later. Let's drink and have fun first."

Wei Zhong sat down in his seat. There were spiritual wine and spiritual food listed on it. He looked at the people around him who were also arranged in the same way.

Including Sikong Changming, who was drinking a large amount of spiritual wine and holding some unknown spiritual meat in his left hand.

‘He turned out to be a fake monk. ’

Wei Zhong was a little surprised when he saw his behavior.

A person next to me explained: "Fellow Taoist Chu, have you seen too few Buddhist cultivators?"

Wei Zhong nodded: "Exactly, I don't know your last name."

The other party is a fair-faced man with a rather young face, who is in the early stage of foundation building.

"My surname is Yu, fellow Taoist, just call me Yu," he then turned his eyes to Si Kong Changming, who was in charge, and said,

"Senior Sikong is a Buddhist cultivator, but he doesn't have as many taboos as Buddhist disciples in the secular world. Buddhism is one of all kinds of monks. The most important thing is a Buddhist heart. In other respects, those of us who practice ordinary spiritual methods are also There is no difference."

Wei Zhong understands that when it comes to cultivation, the rules of the world no longer apply. Spiritual meat and spiritual wine are both treasures for improving one's cultivation, and no cultivator would refuse them.

After drinking and eating, Wei Zhong chatted and laughed with everyone, and was invisibly regarded as one of their own.

"If you Taoist friends want to find a place to practice, it is better to go to Zhoucheng. There are rich resources there. If you have enough spiritual stones, you will have no problem finding a first- or third-level spiritual place to practice..."

"No, no, Daoist friend Chu is looking for stability. In a place like Zhoucheng, interpersonal relationships are too complicated, and Nascent Soul's influence is everywhere.

If you are not careful, you can easily offend the descendants of a certain senior, so why not stay in a nearby city..."

After Wei Zhong said what he wanted, all the cultivators made suggestions for Wei Zhong. For a while, Wei Zhong had a general understanding of all the prefectures in Yunzhou.

"Fellow Daoist Chu might as well consider Luohe Mansion," Sikong Changming interjected.

"Luohe Mansion?"

After talking with everyone just now, Wei Zhong also understood that this mansion was named after the Luo River, a large river in it.

It is adjacent to the prefecture city and has richer resources than other nearby cities. There are many third-level spiritual veins in it.

What's more important is that this mansion is not a city dominated by sect forces, but is jointly controlled by casual cultivators and sects, with equally strong and weak forces.

It is especially friendly to casual cultivators, especially those with a certain skill.

Moreover, the Yunji Chamber of Commerce has been working there for a long time and is regarded as one of its more important settlement points. It will be easier for Wei Zhong to obtain precious resources through his status as guest minister.

"Luohe Mansion, this is where the statue of Fellow Daoist Ling comes from. You may wish to ask Fellow Daoist Ling more about it later."

Wei Zhong had never seen this person before, and was wondering in his heart when he suddenly saw Sikong Changming's expression change drastically. He suddenly stood up and shouted: "The thieves are attacking, follow me to meet the enemy!"

Everyone immediately put aside the food and wine in their hands and followed Sikong Changming to the deck of the spirit boat.

At this moment, the deck is full of monks, and dozens of Qi Refining monks are waiting in formation holding various spiritual weapons. Wei Zhong also met the monk named Ling whom everyone just mentioned.

What surprised Wei Zhong was that she turned out to be a female cultivator, wearing a dark red robe, with black and shiny hair tied behind her head. When she turned around, she saw very regular facial features and a fair face. There is also a black tear mole underneath, which adds a bit of charm.

"Sister of the Ling family, how is the situation?" Sikong Changming asked.

The female cultivator surnamed Ling stretched out her right hand and pointed to the sky. She was surrounded by a flock of birds that covered the sky and the sun, surrounding the spirit boat. The outside sky was blocked by it, and only a few scattered spots could be missed occasionally.

"This is probably a group of gregarious black-feathered geese, controlled by thieves behind them. I just tried a few tests and detected the aura of the strange monks, but I don't know how many people are ambushing them."

Sikong Changming nodded, waved his sleeves, and said: "The spiritual cannon on the boat, shoot a wave first."

As soon as he finished speaking, the spirit boat stretched out its gun barrels from various places and fired at the surrounding birds.

However, this kind of artillery fire is of little use if it falls into the flock of birds. Every time a piece of the flock is killed by the artillery fire, new black-feathered geese will make up for it in time.

At the same time, blood-red vines protruded from the flock of birds, wrapping and binding the spirit boat. When it came into contact with the spirit boat's defensive aura, an unknown blood-colored liquid was left behind. Under the corrosion, the defensive aura was suddenly riddled with holes.

Seeing that the bloody droplets were about to drip, the female cultivator surnamed Ling picked up the seal with her fingertips, then waved her sleeves and robe to release a circular array disk, which flew into the air.

Suddenly a golden light flashed, and new defensive auras were piled on top of it, competing and pulling against the bloody vine.

"It seems that the opponent is well prepared," Sikong Changming sighed when he saw the opponent's menacing attack, and took out a small green clock. It was rusty and even the bell body was damaged.

Sikong Changming held a black wooden hammer in his hand, moved his right foot slightly back, took a deep breath, the muscles on his body tensed, and even the small muscles on his face bulged at the same time.

Beat the little green bell vigorously,

"ha!"

The two collided, making a "clang" sound, and at the same time, an invisible ripple passed by the cultivators and spread to all sides.

The geese in the sky immediately stopped under this blow, fluttering their wings and falling like black raindrops.

‘Spiritual attack? ’

Wei Zhong looked at the small bronze clock with a strange color on its face, and did not expect it to be such a magic weapon specializing in spiritual consciousness.

It just seems that the power is relatively average, and it is mediocre against monks, but it is just right for dealing with such a large group of low-level monsters.

"snort!"

There was a muffled hum from among the birds, and a large black flag slowly unfolded, collecting all the fallen geese.

A pale arm grabbed the flagpole into his hand, and then a black-robed Taoist with a gloomy face appeared. His cultivation was in the middle stage of pill formation.

"Fellow Taoist, what do you mean by preventing me from gathering at the Chamber of Commerce Spirit Boat?"

Sikong Changming raised his right hand in front of his body and asked in a loud voice.

Wei Zhong stood aside and rubbed his ears. It was obvious that there was magic in his question.

The Taoist narrowed his eyes slightly and waved the black flag to brush away the magic power that had deceived him.

"What a bald donkey," he then looked down at his feet, "Brother He, you have to work harder."

Wei Zhong looked along his eyes and immediately discovered that there were other people below. The leader of them was a white-robed Taoist who was in the early stage of elixir formation. There were two red-eyed cranes painted on his Taoist robe, which looked a bit strange.

He held a strange meat ball in his hand, with blood dripping from it, and four vine-like tentacles extending out from it, which was the source of the binding of the spirit boat.

There were four people around, all of whom were foundation-building monks, holding four-color formation flags and pouring mana into them.

Four rays of spiritual light of various colors poured into the flesh ball, causing it to make a strange sound.

The bloody vine clinging to the outside of the spirit boat became even more crazy, dripping more and more bloody drops. The protective aura superimposed by the female cultivator surnamed Ling was a little unstable.

"It seems that we still have to take the initiative. I will deal with the black-robed Taoist. You all can find a way to break the strange formation below. Fellow Daoist Ling just maintain the protective aura and guard the spirit boat." Then he turned to look at Wei Zhong, "Fellow Daoist Chu , how about taking charge of other idle monks and protecting Fellow Daoist Ling?"

Sikong Changming arranged everyone in the blink of an eye.

Wei Zhong saw that the spiritual power of the female cultivator surnamed Ling was continuously injected into the formation disk, and she no longer had time to care about external objects, so she nodded towards Sikong Changming.

The latter grabbed the small green bell and flew towards the Taoist holding the black flag in the air. The other five monks all fell down and headed towards the strange formation presided over by the pill formation.

Wei Zhong was just trying to see how the five foundation builders could cope with the magic circle hosted by Jiedan. Suddenly, he noticed that many tribulation cultivators appeared, driving swords and attacking the spirit boat. Among them, there were two foundation builders, Qi Refining cultivators. More than a dozen.

With a sigh, he put the nine colors out of the bag and pointed at one of the foundation builders: "Go ahead and hold him."

Lazy Jiucai slowly arched his body and turned into a giant bird one foot in size, flying towards one of the foundation-building tribulation cultivators.

Sikong Changming, who was in the air, frowned for a moment when he saw two more Foundation Establishment Tribulation Cultivators emerging. However, he quickly calmed down when he saw Wei Zhong releasing his spirit bird to resist one of them and then meet the other.

Facing the black-robed Taoist, Sikong Changming shouted loudly, a layer of golden light emitted from his body, and at the same time his muscles swelled, and his body expanded in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, spiritual power was injected into the small cyan clock on his hand. The rust on it continued to fall off, and a trace of golden light shone through the cyan bell body.

‘It’s a quick fight and a quick decision. ’

"ha!"

Sikong Changming held the golden chime and smashed it straight down at the black-robed Taoist. The latter frowned, waving black flags, emitting billowing black smoke, colliding with and dissolving the golden light on the chimes.

Sikong Changming suddenly felt as if he had been hit by a layer of cotton. He raised the clock and wanted to hit it again, but the golden bell seemed to be stuck by a layer of glue, making it difficult to move.

His heart suddenly sank, and he looked down at the five people who were barely maintaining their formation, restraining the white-robed pill-forming man, but they could not stop his attack on the spirit boat.

‘What on earth is this meat ball that can corrode the protective aura of a third-order spirit boat? ’

"How dare you get distracted by fighting with me?"

The black-robed Taoist shouted, and then caused the black energy in the flag to wrap around Sikong Changming's body.

"snort!"

Sikong Changming's tongue exploded with spring thunder, and with an angry shout, he drank away the black energy that had invaded him. Immediately he concentrated on the battle with the black-robed Taoist.

Although the situation was not good, there was no panic in his eyes.

Wei Zhong on the other side was already facing a foundation builder. His opponent was an old woman with gray hair. She was holding a flower basket that seemed to be made of bamboo strips. Colorless smoke was emitting from it and she was approaching Wei Zhong.

Wei Zhong felt dizzy after taking a sip of it. He immediately held his breath, took out the detoxifying pill and drank it, while flicking his sleeves to disperse the poisonous smoke in front of his eyes.

But the poisonous smoke was close to the opponent's spiritual power, and Wei Zhong's blow had no effect at all.

He had no choice but to use the Black Water Spirit Clothes to isolate the poisonous gas from the outside world. Wei Zhong calmed down and moved his fingertips slightly, driving the green bamboo sword to attack him.

At the same time, the magic weapon fragments have been picked up in the palm of the hand, and the flying throwing technique is ready to go.

Seeing Wei Zhong's green bamboo sword flying towards him, the old woman shook the flower basket, and immediately stretched out a bamboo stick from it and drew it towards the green bamboo sword flying into the air.

The bamboo strips were extremely fast and extremely tough. One blow dispersed the aura of the Green Bamboo Sword, then entangled it and rolled it into the flower basket.

Feeling the green bamboo sword that had almost lost contact, Wei Zhong sighed. After all, this sword was just an ordinary magic sword among the second-level magic weapons, and it could not keep up with Wei Zhong's cultivation at this time.

Without hesitation, the flying throwing technique was activated, turning into streams of light and attacking the enemy. At the same time, he stepped lightly and used the three master-level techniques of soaring clouds, invisibility, and breath gathering.

A broad green leaf grew out of the old woman's flower basket, catching all the fragments of the incoming magic weapon. When she regained consciousness, Wei Zhong was nowhere to be seen.

He shook the flower basket momentarily and activated the defensive talisman at the same time. The figure of Wei Zhong just emerged behind him, holding a black giant sword and slashing down, hitting the defensive aura on his body, causing the enemy's body to tremble and take a few steps back.

After missing the first attack, Wei Zhong sighed and disappeared again.

‘As expected, they are all old Jie Xiu who are good at fighting. As soon as they see me disappear, they know to cast a spell to defend. ’

Glancing at Jiucai who was fighting with the enemy beside him, after all, he had just advanced, and with his lack of experience in fighting, he was struggling under the attack of Jie Xiu, and could only rely on the speed of escape to barely delay.

The opponent used all the magic weapons to defend against the wind blades, and only the occasional lightning could make the opponent wary.

When Wei Zhong disappeared, the old woman immediately became alert, secretly pinching the talisman in her hand to defend the surroundings, beware of Wei Zhong suddenly appearing and giving her another sword.

Suddenly, she saw Wei Zhong appearing around his companions and shouted: "Be careful!"

It turned out that Wei Zhong came to Jiucai's battlefield, holding a giant sword, and the black sword body was flowing with golden sword light, which was the blessing of Geng swordsmanship.

The enemy heard the reminder and was slightly aware of it. Just as he was about to cast a spell to defend himself, Jiucai had already bullied him, and the claws on the soles of his feet connected with him. At the same time, the sound of wind and thunder sounded from his wings.

A shield faced Jiucai, and when he looked back, a spiritual talisman emerged, which turned into a golden eggshell and wrapped it inside.

Wei Zhong split his golden defense with a sword, and held the black ball in his hand close to him.

He also wanted to take out the close-fitting dagger to stab Wei Zhong's neck, but it only stabbed on the defense of the black water spirit clothes, making a sound of metal colliding.

Wei Zhong raised his hand to his chest, and the latter barely dodged. But Jiucai behind him had already broken through his shield defense, and a ray of lightning was released from his wings, paralyzing his body, and his dodging momentum was interrupted.

Wei Zhong released the close-fitting flying throwing technique, and it exploded his chest with one blow. He also wanted to take the sword to chop off his head, but he noticed the sound of breaking air behind him, grabbed Jiucai and dodged.

It was the old woman who arrived at this moment, and several bamboo sticks in the bamboo basket were stimulated by it and stabbed Wei Zhong's back.

Wei Zhong dodged and saw the old woman holding the man's body and screaming: "Luo'er!"

She took out a white jade pill and wanted to give it to the other party, but his internal organs were blown up by Wei Zhong's blow, so how could this pill work?

She immediately looked at Wei Zhong with hatred: "I want you to die..."

Before the voice fell, Wei Zhong's figure disappeared again. He immediately stopped talking and retreated with his half-dead body.

Wei Zhong just returned to the spirit boat and killed the Qi Refining Tribulation Cultivator who had just broken into the defensive spiritual light loophole with a casual blow.

After looking at the Ling surnamed female cultivator who was struggling to persist and the other crew members who were fighting with the Qi Refining Tribulation Cultivator, Wei Zhong ordered Jiucai to stay, and rushed towards the old woman again with a flash of his body.

Sikong Changming saw that this fellow Daoist "Chu Zhong" killed a robber cultivator between the rising and falling clouds, and his face suddenly showed joy.

The black-robed cultivator who was fighting with him had a very ugly face. He groaned and waved the black flag, on which a black bird appeared. Its brown eyes glowed red, and thick black smoke rose from the black flag in an instant.

The black smoke drifted and spread to the rest of the battlefield, instantly wrapping up the spirit boat and covering the sky.

Wei Zhong frowned at the black smoke around him, cut off the attacking slender bamboo stick with a sword, and then dodged and retreated.

'This black smoke has detected my position? '

Obviously, the other party is also a smart person, knowing what kind of deterrent power Wei Zhong, a foundation-building cultivator who appears and disappears mysteriously, has on the field.

Seeing this, Sikong Changming slapped the golden bell in his hand hard, and golden light spread out, but it had little effect on the black smoke.

The lips moved slightly, and the sound was transmitted to the spirit boat.

The face of the female cultivator surnamed Ling moved slightly, and she used her mind to activate a certain arrangement on the boat.

A green spiritual light burst out instantly, piercing through the layers of black smoke, and also destroyed all the blood-colored vines clinging to the spirit boat.

Under the influence of his mind, the white-robed Jie Xiuhe Taoist below spit out a mouthful of blood.

Taking this opportunity, a figure hid himself and stepped onto the spirit boat. The rest of the people did not notice it, only Wei Zhong turned his head to look at the spirit boat, but at the same time he noticed another breath and ignored it.

The man walked through the passage in the cabin and came to the core of the spirit boat. He stared at the core that was emitting strong spiritual light with a smile, took out a magic sword and wanted to destroy it.

Suddenly, an old voice sounded in my ear:

"Daoyou, I'm afraid it's not polite to sneak into my Yunji Chamber of Commerce like this."