Chapter 123: The Great Geniuses Come Out of Retreat and the Storm Gathers

Night has already fallen, and when you look around, you can see countless stars embedded in the dark night sky, which is extremely gorgeous.

The entire Yuxu City was brightly lit and even busier than during the day. The spirit of the monks was completely different from that of mortals.

On the way back to Qinxian Mountain.

Chen Xun was tinkering with the seasonings in the storage bag while bragging and telling stories to the big black cow.

When they saw a store they liked, they went in to take a look. Everyone was very reasonable, and no one kicked them out, saying that it was a taboo to just watch and shop.

However, sometimes Qi Refining Stage monks would come to bother them on the road, saying that there was an underground auction held by the Foundation Establishment monks, and there were many things that could not be seen on the market.

Chen Xun was very decisive. He didn't say anything about the spiritual stone, and the mountain ax on his waist accidentally leaked. The magic weapons were all Huang Jie's gradeless ones, so he put them up for auction.

This monk in the Qi Refining Stage had countless words stuck in his throat. Damn it... I had no choice but to leave in despair and find someone else.

There were so many monks in this city that all kinds of monsters, ghosts, gods, and snakes came out. He didn't need to tell them the outcome. In the end, they would either invite them to explore the secret realm together, and then kill people and seize treasures.

Either some big brother appeared behind the scenes, and countless monks were shocked. It was too outdated to play this kind of trick with Chen Xun.

On the street, Chen Xun and Da Hei Niu walked out of a weapon refining shop with comfortable expressions on their faces, without buying anything.

"Old Niu, go home and cook."

Chen Xun seemed to have seen enough, holding the head of the big black cow in one hand, "I already know the red lightning wolf's one hundred and eight cooking methods."

"Moo?!" The big black cow rubbed Chen Xun, and his eyes widened a lot.

"Haha, Ximen Heiniu, don't underestimate me..."

Chen Xun showed a low and mysterious smile, "This Crane Spirit Tree can actually be used as a seasoning. Its characteristics are not possessed by ordinary spirit trees."

"Moo!"

"Let's go."

They actually started trotting all the way. If anyone knew that the golden elixir monk was acting like this, they would probably be shocked.

There are no great Jindan monks in this city who go to elegant and noble places. It can be said that "there are great scholars who talk and laugh, but there are no white men who come and go".

Qinxian Mountain, a remote cave with yellow steps.

Chen Xun rolled up his sleeves, holding a mountain ax in his hand, and placed pots and pans out.

From time to time, they cultivated and polished these old partners, and also added some weapon refining materials, and there was no sign of deterioration at all.

On a smooth and flat boulder, the red lightning wolf was placed on it, and Chen Xun and Dahei Niu had already done the rituals before the banquet.

Chen Xun went into the cave to get some things, and then placed the meat everywhere. The big black cow followed closely, wherever Chen Xun was, it was there.

"Lao Niu, start the fire, start the fire!"

"Moo!"

Chen Xun's wild laughter sounded outside the cave, his ax skills were fragrant, all kinds of seasonings were ready, and a piece of Heling branch was ground into powder.

The big black cow was a little frivolous and blew a lot of condiments to the ground when its body shook. Chen Xun slapped the cow on the head and gave it a good chat.

Not everyone can achieve success and fame. Immortals like Chen Xun and Da Hei Niu are destined to find the meaning of life in the daily life of cultivating immortals.

They no longer went to major auctions and small auctions. They stayed behind closed doors every day and spent most of their time practicing.

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The past is like smoke, shaken away by dust, and inadvertently, another year has passed.

The centenary event of the Qian Kingdom will officially begin in January. The entire Yuxu City is crowded with people. There are flying boats passing by outside the city. Giant boats are crossing the sky, and various flying spiritual beasts are coming through the sky.

Countless sect disciples were also heading towards the city under the leadership of their elders. It was overcrowded, and many geniuses in the central city had already started fighting.

Xianyuelou also released big news this year. Fairy Ren Wei officially came out of seclusion, and she is the number one person in Xianyuelou’s generation, a person with Tianling roots!

In less than two hundred years, he has reached the Golden Core stage, and his future is limitless. If he does not die prematurely, a few hundred years from now in the Yue Tower, there will be a great monk who will be promoted to the Nascent Soul stage.

Rumor has it that this woman's beauty and temperament are so unparalleled that countless monks' hearts have escaped from the mortal world and come back...

One stone stirred up a thousand waves. In addition to the Ziyun Sect, the geniuses of the major immortal sects in the Qian Kingdom were responsible for their respective masters. If they capture this girl, they will save hundreds of years of struggle!

Naturally, the Ziyun Sect was not to be outdone. Fairy Mu Qing announced her release from seclusion. She was also the first person in the Ziyun Sect today and the owner of the Tianling Root.

At the flower fair, there must be a lot of competition for beauty, and countless monks even pay more attention to it than the battle of geniuses!

But the other contemporary leaders of the nine great immortal sects didn't even bother, and were directly preparing to compete in the central city. Their figures were elegant and their eyes were full of powerful momentum.

Kong Yongyuan, the contemporary number one member of the Qingyang Sect, even made harsh words: I hope the geniuses from all over the world can interest me...

Countless female monks have fallen for him. Such a stalwart man may be the best choice for a Taoist monk.

But compared to the chaos outside, there were two figures walking towards each other with countless monks entering the city.

The setting sun brings a refreshing chill, which seems to give someone the last touch of sadness for an ending that cannot be rewritten.

They were pushing a wooden coffin and walking towards the outside of the city with calm eyes. Countless monks had surprised eyes and glanced at this person and the spirit beast twice.

Li Miao left, but he couldn't hold on until the eve of the grand event and fell on the bed in the shabby little house.

When Chen Xun and Da Hei Niu passed by Beicheng, they were about to visit Li Temple, but he had been dead for three days and everything on his body had been robbed. Only the yellowish white clothes were still on him.

How did he die? The surrounding Qi-refining cultivators had different opinions. Some said he died of old age, and some said he was cheated of a lot of spirit stones and died of anger.

Li Miao had few friends. He lived humbly every day, just wanting to wait for the Centennial Event to bid for a foundation-building pill and then buy a cave.

But obviously, he knew that he didn't have much time left, or maybe he didn't have enough spirit stones to bid for the foundation-building pill, so he went to Xiuxin Pavilion to beg for mercy again and again.

Chen Xun also knew his physical condition. Meeting was fate, so he prepared a bottle of recuperation pill for him, at least so that he could hold on until the end of the event and not leave so many regrets.

But things are unpredictable, even a Jindan great cultivator can't predict the fate of others, and they are still a step late.

The dry branches outside the gate of Li Temple have been broken by many people and blown away by the cold wind. It seems that many people have come...

Outside the city, it is still noisy, the sunset is still setting in the west, and countless cultivators are walking together, laughing constantly.

Chen Xun and Da Hei Niu buried the coffin in the Tianduan Plain, outside the Gan Kingdom. The surroundings were desolate and difficult to walk. Perhaps no one would be able to disturb his eternal sleep.

Chen Xun did not erect a monument or perform rituals, but played the suona, while Da Hei Niu rang the bell beside him. The desolate land seemed to be the final destination of those who worked hard but were unwilling to be ordinary.

Chen Xun seemed to be burying Li Miao, and also seemed to be burying himself. They were ordinary after all.

There was no pity or regret in their eyes, as if all emotions had disappeared. They just sat cross-legged in front of the lonely grave together, silent.

"Daoyou, have a good journey, I won't see you off."

"Moo~"

The yellow sand covered their figures, and in the vast gray-brown vastness, their bodies turned into light spots and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

They also continued to add the longevity points of this year to defense.