Chapter 298: The conditions for obtaining Dan and the ancestor of Linghu
"In exchange for twenty seventh-level dragon scales."
Before the female cultivator in red had finished speaking, Luo Hong made an offer.
In Tiannan, high-level monsters have long since disappeared, and only those extremely dangerous secret realms remain. The materials for seventh-level dragons are a temptation that no Tiannan monk can resist.
"Fellow Taoist, is this true?!"
The woman in red asked in surprise. She had never thought that she could exchange for dragon scales. So many precious spiritual materials just now didn't impress this person. How did this good thing happen to me?
Wait, is this person willing to pay any price for the Demon-Breaking Pill? Is he planning to have a baby in the near future?
After the female nun in red made this conjecture, she couldn't help but stretch out her spiritual consciousness to explore Luo Hong's cultivation level, but she only received a hazy response.
This result made the female cultivator in red clothes more sure of her conjecture. She did not dare to think of raising the price at all, so she just said hello.
With a thought, Luo Hong took out another jade box and threw it to the female cultivator in red.
After the other party checked it was correct, he threw out a jade bottle. Luo Hong took it and took a look and confirmed that it was the magic-breaking pill.
After the transaction, Luo Hong drank tea peacefully again, but at this time he could no longer feel the dissatisfied eyes.
The Demon-Breaking Pill is also a famous pill, at least all the monks in the pill-forming stage who are closely related to it know about it.
There is only one kind of monk who is eager to obtain this elixir, and that is the monk who is about to have a baby.
Resenting a monk who may soon break through to the Nascent Soul is simply a source of dissatisfaction for a person in the elixir formation stage.
The world of cultivating immortals is so hierarchical.
"Fellow Taoist, didn't you just want to exchange for the elixir? I'm willing to exchange the Guiyuan Pill for the seventh-level dragon scale in your hand!"
"I'm sorry, I want to take these dragon scales back to my sect and hand them over to the great elder for disposal."
The female cultivator in red clothes refused without even thinking. By bringing Jiao Ling back to the Hidden Moon Sect, she would not only get another Demon Breaking Pill, but also other rewards, which was much more fragrant than the Guiyuan Pill.
After completing the main goal of this trip, Luo Hong immediately relaxed. According to the current progress, he will be able to complete the plan and try to conceive a baby in two years.
The transaction continued, but nothing of Luo Hong's interest appeared again until one of the three monks wearing colorful masks stood up.
These three guys should be from Mulan. They took huge risks to penetrate into the Nine-Nation Alliance. They definitely did not simply participate in the trade fair. They must have a huge conspiracy.
Luo Hong looked at the painted-faced monk who walked onto the high platform calmly, and secretly became wary.
"What I have brought here is a half-refined magic weapon called Qinghua Hairpin. I want to exchange it for 30,000 spiritual stones."
To Luo Hong's expectation, the colorful-faced monk who came to the stage just took out an extremely ordinary trading item. There was nothing wrong with it except that the asking price was much higher.
The Ziyang Sword at the beginning only sold 30,000 spirit stones. His half-finished magic weapon hairpin was not worth so many spirit stones, so none of the monks in the alchemy stage were interested.
Just when everyone thought that the colorful-faced monk would step down in disappointment, a slightly weak voice sounded:
"I really like this magic weapon from my fellow Taoist, but thirty thousand spiritual stones is too much anyway."
"Don't worry, fellow Taoist, I didn't completely refine this treasure just to catch up with the trade fair.
If my fellow Taoist is interested, you can follow me back to your home and stay here to refine this treasure and then trade it."
The painted-faced monk suggested happily.
"Let me think about it."
The man just said this and stopped talking.
But Luo Hong, who sensed something was wrong from the beginning, found that the man's fists were clenched tightly at the moment, as if he was making a difficult decision.
Silently keeping this in mind, Luo Hong found that the weird monk followed the three painted-faced monks out of the giant pavilion when the trade fair was announced to be over half the day later.
After frowning and thinking for a while, Luo Hong decided not to take a trip into this muddy water, as it would be troublesome if there was Master Mulan behind these Mulan people.
Just as Luo Hong was about to take Fan Mengyi to avoid the group of Mu Lan monks and return to the Hidden Moon Sect, Dong Xuelong, the head of Huang Maple Valley, came from the side and saluted respectfully:
This incident was unexpected by Luo Hong. He did not panic, but asked slightly warily.
"Senior, don't worry. The founder of our sect is just chatting with senior, and there is no malicious intent."
Dong Xuelong knew very well that the person in front of him was a senior who was about to give birth to a baby, and he could not treat him like an ordinary monk in the Dan Formation stage and bend his waist even lower.
"Just lead the way."
For some matters after the birth of the baby, it is indeed time to meet the Linghu Ancestor, Luo Hong nodded in agreement.
"Thank you senior, please come with junior."
Dong Xuelong smiled with relief, stretched out his hand and led the way.
After a while, Luo Hong was taken to a private room on the second floor, where an old man with white hair and a childlike face was sitting quietly.
Luo Hong also had a relationship with Ancestor Linghu. His appearance has not changed at this moment, and his appearance is not much different from that of the past.
However, Luo Hong was just a foundation-building monk back then. Even though he was a disciple of Li Huayuan, how could he catch the eyes of a mid-stage Nascent Soul monk like him?
Therefore, when Patriarch Linghu saw Luo Hong, he did not recognize him.
"Senior Linghu, I have admired his reputation for a long time, and when I saw him today, he was indeed worthy of his reputation."
Luo Hong greeted him politely.
"What can you look up to when you are about to die? May I ask where your friend is from? Are you planning to have a baby in the near future?"
Ancestor Linghu laughed at himself and looked at Luo Hongdao while secretly using his spiritual sense to explore.
When he realized that he couldn't see through Luo Hong, he couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.
"I am Luo Hong, a casual cultivator, and my master has passed away long ago.
As for having a baby, I have just started to prepare for it, and I won’t try it easily in a few decades.”
Luo Hong secretly said to Old Fox, if others don't know, how can he not know?
Although Patriarch Linghu is apparently approaching his end of life, he is good at maintaining his health, so it is not difficult for him to live another hundred years.
"Loose cultivator? Haha, in that case I won't make any detours with fellow Taoists.
Dare to love Fellow Daoist Luo and join me in Yellow Maple Valley!"
Although Patriarch Linghu felt that Luo Hong's name sounded familiar, he didn't think much about it. The issue of the chronology of the Nascent Soul Stage monks in the Yellow Maple Valley had been weighing on his mind for many years. If he didn't resolve it, when he went west in the future, the Yellow Maple Valley would inevitably be divided up.
Almost exhausted.
This is the norm in the world of immortality. The weak eat the strong, regardless of good or evil. To avoid this, there must be a Nascent Soul Stage monk in the sect!
So before Luo Hong could respond, Ancestor Linghu said impatiently:
"As long as fellow Taoist joins Yellow Maple Valley, all preparations for the birth of a baby will be handled by the sect, and I can personally guide you.
As long as you successfully conceive a baby, I can immediately make you a Supreme Elder.
And fellow Taoists must also know that my life is running out, and when I pass away, Huang Maple Valley and the treasures I have collected in this life will all belong to fellow Taoists!"
Ancestor Linghu's conditions are not unreasonable. He simply wants to give the entire Yellow Maple Valley and himself to Luo Hong!
Although the actual longevity is concealed, this is also to ensure that Luo Hong does not have ulterior motives, which is completely understandable.
But I'm sorry, you really don't know as much as I do about having a baby.
"This junior would like to thank my senior for his love, but he has his own plans regarding the birth of a baby.
If we can form a Nascent Soul in the future, I will definitely be the first to consider settling down in Yellow Maple Valley."
Even Dong Xuelong and Fan Mengyi couldn't help but be excited after hearing Ancestor Linghu's conditions, but Luo Hong didn't think much about it and declined politely.
Ancestor Linghu was obviously shocked by Luo Hong's decisiveness. He was stunned for a while and then said:
"Then I'll just wait for the good news."
"Farewell."
After Luo Hong bowed his hands and bowed, he led Fan Mengyi and walked out without any hesitation.
"Grandmaster, why don't you give me any more advice?"
Dong Xuelong saw this in his eyes and was anxious in his heart. As a foundation-building monk, even though he was the leader, he did not know the true situation of Ancestor Linghu. He really thought that within a few years, Huang Maple Valley would encounter a catastrophe.
"Every monk who can cultivate a fake baby is a determined person. I have said everything that needs to be said. Since he refused, there must be another opportunity to conceive a baby outside."
Ancestor Linghu pinched the corners of his eyes tiredly, and then explained:
"Go and look up the name Luo Hong. I always think it sounds familiar to me."
"Hey, yes."
Dong Xuelong sighed and took the order to retreat.
Outside Dujian Peak, Luo Hong had turned into a escaping light, wrapping Fan Mengyi and heading towards the direction of the Hidden Moon Sect.
Because he was detained by Ancestor Linghu for a moment, the immortal cultivators could no longer be seen near Dujian Peak. However, he had only been fleeing for half an hour when his consciousness sensed the auras of four cultivators in the Danjing stage.
It was the three painted-faced monks and the suspected injured monk.
Luo Hong didn't want to care about this at first, but one of him was just along the way, and the other wanted to know the Mulan people's plans to ensure that these guys would not affect his pregnancy, so he helped Fan Mengyi calm down and lean over.
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On an unnamed mountain peak, three monks with painted faces stood on a boulder, looking at the monk standing on a sharp rock as if they were sure of each other.
"What did you do to her?!"
This person suddenly pulled off the bamboo hat he was wearing, revealing an angular face, very angry and anxious.
"Haha, that traitor is not dead yet, but if you can't get us what we want, she will die soon!"
The red-faced monk at the head shouted sharply.
"I want to see her!"
The monk in black covered his right chest and said unwillingly. It was obvious that he did not trust the three people opposite him.
"Hmph! You are not qualified to negotiate terms and hand over the things! Otherwise, both of you will die!"
The white-faced monk had the most impatient temper. He let out a breath when he spoke, and looked like he was about to take action.
Upon seeing this, the monk in black took out a small moving talisman to guard against the opponent's sudden attack.
"Brother, don't worry, it doesn't hurt to let him see it, take it."
The black-faced monk on the side patted the white-faced monk on the shoulder and threw the half-made magic weapon jade hairpin over.