The current deacon of the Haoran Sect stationed in Qianyang City is groveling with a flattering smile on his face: "Congratulations to senior for forming the elixir. Senior comes from the land of the extreme west. Naturally, he knows that our Haoran sect is the number one sect in the extreme west. If senior is willing to join, our Haoran sect will Willing to carve out a country,
Let the seniors build a family!"
Although the land in the far west is a poor place, and the country does not actually have many county magistrates, it is also very attractive for casual cultivators to be able to become kings and hegemons and create thousand-year-old families.
Aaron kept smiling and had a few polite words with Deacon Joe.
After all, he does have plans to go back to the Far West Land in the future, and it would be unwise to offend the Haoran Sect rashly.
Even if you don't join, there is no harm in establishing a good relationship first.
"By the way, I also know the deacons of Haoran Sect. What happened to fellow Taoist Su Cao and his Taoist companion, Hua Sanniang?"
Aaron asked.
Deacon Qiao was startled, and then seemed to recall it carefully before he recalled: "Fellow Daoist Su applied to return to the Far West more than a hundred years ago, and then sat there... As for Hua Sanniang? It seems that she stayed in Qian. Yangcheng, given the opponent's Yangshou, if he didn't form elixirs, I'm afraid.
"I have been in seclusion for more than a hundred years, and I have only a handful of close friends."
Aaron sighed.
"Yeah yeah"
Deacon Qiao agreed while thinking: Who would have thought that just by crossing the Er Dan and practicing hard for more than a hundred years, you can form the elixir. If this method is effective, then all the monks will practice hard, and the world of immortality will be able to reduce many battles. and disputes.
But in fact...most of the monks who dared to do this had no hope of breakthrough, failed in seclusion and passed away!
Therefore, it is the mainstream for today's foundation-building monks to fight for each other, to pursue elixir-forming spiritual objects, and to pursue gold-forming opportunities!
People like Aaron are not mainstream.
After another round of greetings, Aaron sent away the deacon named Qiao, took out a stack of greeting cards, and began to think about it secretly.
After becoming a monk of Danjie, he received countless solicitations and invitations during this period.
Most of them are small and medium-sized forces in Qianyang City, and their treatment is similar, which does not make him very excited.
What interested Aaron the most was a dark invitation sent through a special channel.
"The Black Demon Sect actually wooed me too?"
"Okay... maybe it's just the secret agent of the Black Demon Sect lurking in Qianyang City, but the conditions for being able to go to the main sect of the Black Demon Sect, choose any three magic arts and secret techniques, and pay a large sum of spiritual stones to the white collar every year are quite satisfactory. Not bad…
It is undeniable that Aaron is a little moved.
However, demonic monks are more shameless and dishonest than righteous monks, so he still has some concerns in this regard.
At this moment, outside the cave, there was a flash of light transmitting the talismans.
"Fellow Daoist Shen, I am Bai Feng of Shushan Jiange, here to visit!"
A nice sound comes from the autobiographical notes.
"Fellow Taoist, please come quickly!"
Aaron's expression perked up, knowing that only this Yuanying sect could have good things!
The ban on the cave opened and a female cultivator in white walked in.
She has a pair of sharp eyebrows and bright eyes that are shining brightly. Although she is very beautiful, she has an awe-inspiring look that makes people afraid to get close to her.
‘Sure enough, there are rumors that the female sword cultivators in Shushan Sword Pavilion are like icebergs, and they are even more ruthless and ruthless in their actions... It may not be without reason if they come from groundless sources.
Aaron sighed in his heart and stood up to greet him: "Fairy Bai Feng, please, I just happened to brew a pot of Xiaolong Tuanling tea. You might as well taste it together."
"My fellow Taoist looks so young!"
Fairy Bai Feng sat down with a little surprise, took a sip of spiritual tea, and spoke straight to the point: "I came here this time to invite fellow Taoist to join Shushan Jiange and serve as the deacon of the guest. What do you think of it?
'It's so direct, but I like it.'
Aaron's expression remained unchanged and he replied: "It's just that the skills you practice have a beauty effect... How are the deacons of Shushan Sword Pavilion treated?"
"The rules of this sect are that deacon Ke Qing can visit the third floor of the library once and choose a skill or secret technique for free. In addition,
There is also a sum of spiritual stones every year... Moreover, by completing sect tasks and accumulating contributions, you can obtain many spiritual objects, even personal guidance from Elder Yuanying. Fairy Bai Feng said frankly: "Although the treatment is not as good as the true inheritance of our sect's golden elixir, it is absolutely
Better than other forces."
After all, this is an oligarchic world, and the best resources for cultivating immortals must be in the hands of the strongest sect!
"this…"
Aaron pondered for a moment and said calmly: "Although I also have a good impression of Shushan Jiange, after all, I came from a casual cultivator and am used to being free and loose... I don't know what the sect's rules are. Does becoming a guest deacon mean that you have to hand over your original essence and blood?
Class rules?'
"No... only the true disciples of our sect will light a soul lamp when they become true disciples, which can determine the location of life and death and transmit back the scene before death.
"Fairy Bai Feng said with a hint of pride in her tone: "As for the outer guest, sir.
.You only need to leave a trace of magic power to confirm your identity, and the restrictions are not as strict as those of disciples. As long as you don't betray the sect, you can basically ignore it..."
The mana breath is different from the soul lamp. Lighting the soul lamp requires the monk's energy and spirit to be present. Some magic secrets can even use the soul lamp to cast some demon-suppressing curses!
But the magic aura is much simpler. It can only confirm the identity through the strand left in the sect, and it does not have much binding force.
'Of course, having a small binding force means that people don't treat you as one of their own... they won't think of you for the benefits, and you will be the first to do the dirty work... Afterwards, just give me something casually, and that will be considered as compensation...
Naturally, Aaron knew the difference clearly.
However, he had no intention of joining the Shushan Sword Pavilion, so he smiled and said, "Since it's hard to refuse a fairy's kindness... I would be disrespectful to refuse.
"So good."
Fairy Bai Feng calmly took out a token: "Put a ray of your magic power into it, and I will send this token to the sect later. You only need to go to the sect later and go through the formalities."
He is the guest deacon of my Shushan Jiange."
'My mana breath... I wonder if the Thousand Phantom Mask is feasible?'
Aaron thought for a while, and the White Phoenix Fairy didn't see through the mask disguise on her face anyway, so she directly injected a trace of mana disguised by Qian Huan's mask into it.
Buzz!
The originally pure white token suddenly gained a layer of hazy light.
"alright."
Fairy Bai Feng retrieved the token: "Fellow Taoist, in three days, you can go to Qianjian Mountain in Shuzhou, where my Shushan Jiange Sect is..."
"When fellow Taoist saw Fairy Bai Feng getting up to leave, Aaron couldn't help but ask: "Why do you favor me so much?"
"Because fellow Taoist is a man who devotes himself to ascetic cultivation and is quite determined in his devotion to the Tao. Nowadays, in the world of immortal cultivation, there are fewer and fewer immortal cultivators like fellow Taoist...
Fairy Bai Feng turned into a sword light and flew away, leaving only the curling voice...