I Try To Become An Immortal Through Mortal Science

"I am willing to exchange for twenty seventh-level dragon scales."

Before the female cultivator in red could finish speaking, Luo Hong asked the price.

In Tiannan, high-level monsters have long been extinct, and only those extremely dangerous secret realms remain. The materials for seventh-level flood dragons are temptations that no monk in Tiannan can refuse.

"Fellow Daoist, are you serious?!"

The woman in red asked in surprise, she never thought that she would be able to exchange for Jiaolin, so many cherished spiritual materials just now did not impress this person, why did this good thing happen to me?

Wait, this person is willing to pay any price for the Demon-Breaking Pill. Could it be that he is planning to conceive a baby in the near future?

After the female nun in red made this guess, she involuntarily stretched out her divine sense, trying to probe Luo Hong's cultivation, but only got a hazy feedback.

This result couldn't help but make the female cultivator in red even more sure of her guess, and she didn't dare to raise the price at all, so she just said hello.

With a mental thought, Luo Hong took out another jade box and threw it to the nun in red.

After the other party checked that it was correct, he threw out a jade bottle. Luo Hong took it and checked it, confirming that it was the Demon-Breaking Pill.

After the transaction was over, Luo Hong drank tea peacefully again, but at this time he could no longer feel those dissatisfied eyes.

The Demon-Breaking Pill can be regarded as a famous elixir, at least the monks who are closely related to it know about it.

There is only one kind of monk who is eager to obtain this pill, and that is the monk who is about to conceive a baby.

To resent a monk who might break through Nascent Soul in the near future, for a person in the alchemy stage, it is purely an unhappiness for oneself.

The world of cultivating immortals is such a clear class.

"Fellow Daoist, didn't you just want to exchange pills? I would like to exchange Guiyuan Pills for the seventh-level dragon scales in your hand!"

"Sorry, I want to take these dragon scales back to the master's school and hand them over to the great elder."

The red-clothed female cultivator refused without even thinking about it. She brought Jiaolin back to the Moon Sect and not only could she get another Demon-Breaking Pill, but she could also get other rewards, which were much more fragrant than the mere Guiyuan Pill.

After completing the main goal of this trip, Luo Hong's mood 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 fair continued, but nothing Luo Hong was interested in appeared again, until one of the three monks wearing painted masks stood up.

These three guys should be Mulan people. They took huge risks to go deep into the Nine Kingdoms Alliance. They definitely did not simply want to participate in the trade fair, and they must have huge plans.

Luo Hong looked at the painted-faced monk who walked up to the high platform calmly, and secretly became alert.

"What I brought is a semi-refined magic weapon called Qinghua Baozan. I want to exchange it for 30,000 spirit stones."

To Luo Hong's surprise, the painted-faced cultivator who came up to the stage just offered an extremely ordinary trade item, and there was nothing wrong with it except that the asking price was much higher.

At the beginning of the show, the Ziyang Sword only sold 30,000 spirit stones, and his half-finished magic hairpin was not worth so many spirit stones, so none of the alchemy monks were interested.

Just when everyone thought that the painted-faced monk would step down in disappointment, a slightly weak voice sounded:

"Fellow Daoist's magic weapon, I really like it, but 30,000 spirit stones are too much anyway."

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist, I didn't refine this treasure completely just to catch up with the trade fair.

If Taoist friends are interested, they can go back to the mansion with me, 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 this person's fists were clenched tightly at this moment, as if he was making a dilemma.

Silently keeping this matter in mind, when the trade fair was announced to be over half a day later, Luo Hong found that weird monk followed the three painted-faced monks and walked out of the huge pavilion.

After frowning and contemplating for a while, Luo Hong decided not to take this muddy water, because it would be troublesome if there was Master Mu Lan behind these Mulan people.

Just as Luo Hong was about to take Fan Mengyi to avoid this group of Mulan priests and return to the Zheyuezong, Dong Xuelong, the head of Huangfenggu, came from the side and saluted respectfully:

"Senior, Patriarch Linghu of our sect invites you."

"What is Patriarch Linghu looking for?"

This matter was also within Luo Hong's expectation, he didn't panic, but asked a little defensively.

"Senior, don't worry, the patriarch of our sect is just talking to senior, and there is no malice."

Dong Xuelong knew very well that the person in front of him was a senior who was about to conceive a baby, so he couldn't treat him like a monk in the alchemy stage and bent even lower.

"Let's lead the way."

For some matters after conceiving a baby, it is indeed time to meet with Patriarch Linghu now, Luo Hong nodded in response.

"Thank you senior, please come with this junior."

Dong Xuelong smiled with relief, and stretched out his hand to lead the way.

After a while, Luo Hong was taken to a box on the second floor, where an old man with white hair and childlike face was sitting quietly.

Luo Hong also had a relationship with Patriarch Linghu once, his appearance has not changed at this moment, and his appearance is not much different from that of back then.

However, Luo Hong back then was just a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage. Even though he was Li Huayuan's disciple, how could he catch the eyes of a cultivator at the Middle Nascent Soul Stage?

Therefore, when Patriarch Linghu saw Luo Hong, he didn't recognize him.

"Senior Linghu, he has admired his great name for a long time, and seeing him today, his reputation is indeed well-deserved."

Luo Hong greeted Dao politely.

"A person who is about to die, what can you look up to? May I ask where your friend and teacher come from, and you plan to conceive a baby in the near future?"

After Patriarch Linghu laughed at himself, he looked at Luo Hongdao while secretly investigating with his divine sense.

When he realized that he couldn't see through Luo Hong, he couldn't help but nodded in satisfaction.

"Xia Luohong is a casual cultivator, and his master has long since passed away.

As for conceiving a baby, I have just started preparing for it, and I won't try it lightly in decades. "

Luo Hong secretly thought to the old fox, if others don't know, how can he not know.

Although Patriarch Linghu's life expectancy is near, but he is good at keeping in good health, even if he lives another hundred years, it will not be difficult.

"Loose cultivator? Hehe, since this is the case, the old man won't play around with friends.

Dare to love fellow Daoist Luo, join me in Huangfeng Valley! "

Although Patriarch Linghu felt that Luo Hong's name sounded familiar, he didn't think too much about it. The matter of Huang Fenggu's Nascent Soul stage monks' succession had been on his mind for many years. Exhausted.

This is the normal state in the world of cultivating immortals, the weak eat the strong, and there is no distinction between good and evil. To avoid this, there must be a Nascent Soul stage monk sitting in the door!

So before Luo Hong could respond, Patriarch Linghu couldn't wait to say:

"As long as fellow daoists join Huangfeng Valley, all the preparations for conceiving a baby can be handled by the sect, and the old man can also personally guide you.

As long as you successfully conceive a baby, this old man can immediately make you a Supreme Elder.

And fellow daoists must also know that the old man's lifespan is running out, and when the old man dies, all the treasures that Huang Fenggu and the old man have collected in their lifetime will belong to fellow daoists! "

Patriarch 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, it is also to ensure that Luo Hong is not someone with ulterior motives, which is completely understandable.

But I'm sorry, you really don't know as well as I do about the baby.

"This junior would like to thank senior for his great love, but regarding the matter of having a baby, this junior has his own plans.

If they can form a Nascent Soul in the future, the younger generation will definitely be the first to consider settling down in Huangfeng Valley. "

Even Dong Xuelong and Fan Mengyi couldn't help being so excited when they heard Patriarch Linghu's conditions, but Luo Hong didn't think much about it, and politely declined.

Ancestor Linghu was obviously also shocked by Luo Hong's decisiveness, he was stunned for a while, and then said:

"The old man will wait for the good news."

"Farewell."

After Luo Hong cupped her hands and saluted, she took Fan Mengyi and walked out without hesitation.

"Patriarch, why don't you stop persuading me?"

Dong Xuelong saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart. As a monk in the foundation period, even though he was the head of the sect, he didn't know the real situation of Patriarch Linghu. He really thought that in a few years, Huang Fenggu would encounter a catastrophe.

"Every monk who can cultivate a fake baby is a person with a strong heart. I have said everything that needs to be said. Since he refused, it must be because he has another chance to conceive a baby outside."

Patriarch Linghu pinched the corners of his eyes wearily, and confessed again:

"Go and check the name Luohong, the old man always feels familiar."

"Oh, yes."

Dong Xuelong sighed and took the order to retreat.

Outside Dujian Peak, Luo Hong has turned into a light escape, wrapping Fan Mengyi in the direction of the Moon Sect.

Because he was kept by the ancestor Linghu for a while, there were no immortal cultivators near Dujian Peak at this time, but he had only been flying for half an hour, and his spiritual sense sensed the breath of the four alchemy cultivators.

It was the three painted-faced monks and the suspected injured monk.

Luo Hong originally didn't want to care about this matter, but one of him was on the way, and the other wanted to know the plot of the Mulan people, to ensure that these guys would not affect his childbirth, so he helped Fan Mengyi restrain his breath and leaned over.

On the unnamed mountain peak, three painted-faced monks stood on a boulder, looking at the monk who was independent on a sharp rock as if they were determined by each other.

"What did you do to her?!"

This person tore off the bamboo hat he was wearing suddenly, revealing a sharp-edged face, very angry and anxious.

"Hehe, that traitor is not dead yet, but if you don't get what we want, she will die soon!"

The leading red-faced monk shouted sharply.

"I want to see her!"

The black-clothed friar clutched his right chest, not to be outdone, obviously he didn't trust the three people in front of him.

"Hmph! You are not qualified to negotiate terms, hand over the things! Otherwise, both of you will die!"

The white-faced monk had the most anxious temper, and he let out a breath while speaking, as if he was about to strike immediately.

Seeing this, the black-clothed monk took out a small shifting talisman to guard against the opponent's sudden attack.

"Brother, don't worry, it's okay to let him see it, take it."

The black-faced monk at the side patted the white-faced monk on the shoulder, and threw the half-finished magic jade hairpin over.