Hearing the green-shirted monk say such words that seemed to be boasting, the middle-aged man did not feel any exaggeration. Instead, he smiled in agreement and said, "Everyone knows that Fellow Daoist Chen has a reputation for being generous, and Mr. Di sincerely admires him."

"In this case, Pavilion Master Di must seriously consider Chen's proposal. I can give an additional 10% of the spiritual stones as a reward for anything gained."

After taking a sip of fragrant tea, the monk in green shirt said leisurely.

This person was of course Chen Ping, who had just returned to Fuyou City.

After acquiring a large amount of resources, the first thing he planned to do was to purchase spiritual objects in large quantities to enhance his cultivation.

There are still several years before the secret realm is opened. Although it is absolutely impossible to break through the Yuan Dan Dzogchen, if the realm is further advanced and reaches the point of touching the bottleneck, it will also greatly enhance his strength.

The spiritual tea package of Xiancha Pavilion was very effective and provided a lot of help in the later stage of his attack. He always remembered it, so he paid a visit to Master Di Xiuyuan of Di Pavilion first.

But the rejection in this person's words was obvious at a glance. As a last resort, he had no choice but to lure him with huge profits.

High-profile spending money will indeed arouse the envy of others, but this is different from the past.

Yin Zhenren holding the moon is his talisman for running rampant in Fuyou City.

Chen Ping had already prepared his words. If a Jindan monk came to visit him, the words "Yin Zhenren's personal disciple" would be enough to make anyone afraid.

"10% rebate?"

As expected, Di Xiuyuan showed a hint of obvious heartbeat, and his eyelids drooped slightly, as if he was pondering something.

A high-level spiritual object can range from hundreds of thousands to millions of spiritual stones. According to this person's promise, he will receive a very considerable profit.

The meeting in the two cities was about to begin, and he also wanted to fill his wallet and compete with other cultivators for financial resources.

As for the authenticity of what Chen Ping said, he had no doubt.

This guy recently photographed the corpses of several third-level monsters at the dojo. His wealth is so rich that it makes people extremely greedy.

Di Xiuyuan's hesitation was actually selfish.

The last time I saw this person, he was only in the middle stage of Yuan Dan.

In just a few years, it has already become consistent with my own cultivation level.

Maybe it’s not nonsense to talk about making breakthroughs next time we meet!

An indescribable feeling of envy and jealousy arose in Di Xiuyuan's heart.

Cultivation resources are one of the monks' confidence. None of the powerful elders of his dignified Jindan Sect dare to squander it like this.

"Then it's settled. Fellow Daoist Chen will come to this pavilion again in half a year."

Di Xiu said with a calm expression from afar.

The taste of food is the taste of food, so why not take advantage of the benefits of feeding it to your mouth?

Since ancient times, there are countless monks who have no worries about resources. Can this person compare with the descendants of the ancestor who transformed into gods?

After some self-deception and enlightenment, Di Xiuyuan immediately felt much better.

"Haha, Pavilion Master Di is a noble person of Mr. Chen."

Chen Ping seemed quite happy and thanked him with clasped fists.

He didn't know that in just a few breaths, Di Xiuyuan's thoughts would spin hundreds of times.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, I have already said that it is a pleasure to work with you Di."

After personally adding a cup of tea to Chen Ping, Di Xiuyuan changed the topic with a smile and asked: "Do you, fellow Daoist Chen, be interested in joining our Tainan Sect?"

"Haha, we have planted several fourth-level spiritual plants in our sect's residence. The elders of our sect, our guest, have always been given priority in supplying them."

According to intelligence, this person seems to be a casual cultivator and has not yet been invited by the Yuan Qing League.

By recruiting Chen Ping into the sect, he can immediately receive a massive amount of contribution points.

"this……"

Chen Ping was slightly startled, and after a long time, he said with a hint of apology: "Actually, I have some relationship with Lan Yue Sect. Thank you Pavilion Master Di for your kindness."

At this juncture when he wanted something, directly rejecting Di Xiuyuan was obviously an offending move.

With no other choice, Chen Ping had no choice but to bring out the golden signboard of Lan Yue Sect and suppress it.

Anyway, the Haichang Chen family is a force that surrenders under its command, so it is not considered malicious deception.

"It turns out that Fellow Daoist Chen is a man with big heels."

After hearing this, Di Xiuyuan's expression changed and he stopped being entangled.

The two chatted for a while, then Chen Ping stood up and left.

Di Xiuyuan sent him all the way down the hall before returning to the secret room.

The shopkeeper Di Gaoyu nodded and stood outside the door with his hands spread out and a bright smile.

Now, he didn't dare to have any bad thoughts towards the Yuan Dan major cultivator in front of him.

Nodding at him, Chen Ping showed no interest in talking to the junior and took a step forward, preparing to cross the threshold on the ground.

At this moment, a figure who had just entered the Xiancha Pavilion suddenly turned his head and glanced at Chen Ping's back.

"Chen Ye, Fellow Daoist Chen!"

The figure immediately moved its feet and ran straight towards Chen Ping. He strode after Chen Ping. Before he got close, he laughed like thunder and said, "We parted ways in the sea, but we bumped into Taoist fellow Taoist again in this pavilion. It's really fate.

."

"It turns out to be Commander Weng!"

Stopping and holding a fist from a distance, Chen Ping said with a chuckle.

The fellow Taoist who called him by his pseudonym from behind looked a little strange.

His eyes were green, his arms were abnormally dragged to his knees, and he had a friendly look on his face. He was none other than the commander of the Huang Shuihai Secret Sentries, Weng Fuhong, who had conducted a routine inspection on him when he first came to the Shuangcheng waters.

After purchasing information at the dojo, Chen Ping learned that Weng Fuhong's strange appearance was entirely caused by practicing a special technique.

And this person's magical power is also very good. Among all the mid-Yuan Dan players in the city, he is among the top few.

"Late stage of Yuan Dan!"

Weng Fuhong opened his mouth and said enviously: "Fellow Taoist seems to be young, and the hope of achieving the golden elixir is much higher than that of Weng."

"No, Jin Dan is so difficult. Chen is just a little faster than Commander Weng at this stage."

Chen Ping smiled slightly and said politely.

At the same time, he noticed the attitude of Commander Weng Da, which was completely different from the indifference of the first meeting.

No need to guess, this person has also mastered some information about him over the years.

"Invitation is worse than meeting by chance. Fellow Taoist Chen solved a big problem for Mr. Weng. Mr. Weng must do something to thank him."

Weng Fu Hong arched his hands and said in an eager tone.

"Fellow Taoist Weng invited me, so Chen certainly has no reason not to comply."

Chen Ping nodded slightly and agreed happily.

"Fellow Taoist, please wait outside for a moment. Mr. Weng will come as soon as he goes."

Seeing his immediate agreement, Weng Fuhong also cheered up and hurriedly climbed the stairs of Xiancha Pavilion.

Chen Ping raised his eyebrows and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

Back then, Fuyou City recruited experts from all walks of life and issued an edict to some of the monks in the city.

He helped Weng Fuhong complete the task of pulling people's heads. It was just a little effort, and this person was not so enthusiastic.

There is a high probability that he needs something to ask for, Chen Ping guessed as soon as he thought about it.

Weng Fuhong's status in Fuyou City is not low, and he happens to be able to make friends with one or two, who may come in handy one day.

…

After about half a cup of tea, Chen Ping, who was taking a nap while hiding under the shady eaves, opened his eyelids and glanced towards the Fairy Tea Pavilion.

"It's a waste of time. The spiritual tea in Fellow Daoist Di's hand was originally bought by you a few years ago."

Weng Fuhong appeared again, shook his head and sighed.

"Hehe, I got there first."

After being stunned, Chen Ping laughed and said: "That batch of spiritual objects Chen has been used up long ago. Otherwise, it is impossible to break the bottleneck in the later period."

"It doesn't matter, Xiancha Pavilion is not the only one selling spiritual items in the dojo."

Weng Fuhong pursed his lips and quickly lost his disappointed expression.

"Commander Weng, where are you going next?"

After looking at the sky, Chen Ping asked calmly.

"This is my first time hosting a banquet with fellow Taoist Chen, so of course I have to choose a higher-end place."

Weng Fuhong narrowed his eyes and said seriously: "The wine and food in Hongyan Palace are famous for its tranquility. Let's go there to relax. What do you think, fellow Taoist?"

"Since Commander Weng is the host, Chen is more respectful than obedient."
To be continued...