Mortal Cultivation: Who Can Be More Yin Than Me, the Extreme Yin!

Walking into the small town, people were coming and going on the streets, most of them were mortals with no cultivation.

Just like a mundane market, bustling crowds shuttled through the streets, with various sounds of hawking, talking, and bargaining intertwined.

In the streets and alleys, vendors' fires are blazing, and the aroma of all kinds of mundane food permeates the air.

Some are dressed luxuriously, some are in rags, some are traveling in sedans with their feet unable to touch the ground, and some are covered in mud while carrying farm tools.

If you hadn't known it in advance, it would have been hard to imagine that this was the residence of a Jindan cultivating family.

Most of these mortals are not living a good life and are still busy trying to get three meals a day. Of course, they are still much better off than ordinary ordinary people. At least there will be no wars here, and there will be no exorbitant taxes and taxes as fierce as tigers.

Song Wen walked around the town and found that there were not only mundane items for sale, but also many shops selling spiritual items.

Suddenly, Song Wen saw a familiar figure, it was the guard Su Shan whom he had seen at the Su family mountain gate that day.

Song Wen walked up to behind Su Shan in twos and twos and said.

"Brother Su Shan, I never thought we could meet again."

When Su Shan heard the sound, he turned his head and saw it was Song Wen, with a smile on his face.

"Old sir, it's you, have you successfully joined the alchemy room?"

Song Wen nodded and said, "Thank you so much for leading the way that day."

While speaking, Song Wen turned his palm and a jade bottle appeared in his hand.

"Here are ten Qi Gathering Pills, as a thank you gift from my little brother for guiding me."

Su Shan waved his hand and refused, "I don't dare accept the old gentleman's things. It is my duty to lead the way. The old gentleman can join the alchemy room only because of your own alchemy skills."

After several refusals, the jade bottle was finally put into Su Shan's hands by Song Wen.

The grasper has a short hand, and the eater has a short mouth.

After taking the Qi Gathering Pill, Su Shan became enthusiastic.

Before, he was quite polite to Song Wen, but that was a habit of dealing with others, not really close to Song Wen.

Ten Qi Gathering Pills are worth thirty spiritual stones, which is equivalent to Su Shan's monthly salary.

Su Shan said, "By the way, I don't know what to call the old gentleman."

"Old man, my name is Yuan Cheng."

"I've met Master Yuan."

"Brother Su Shan lives in this town?"

"Yes, I grew up here."

"Can you take me on a tour?"

"Master Yuan, please come with me."

Under Su Shan's guidance and explanation, Song Wen quickly gained a general understanding of the entire town.

Mortals and monks live together in the town, and everyone is from the Su family, so they are more or less related, so they get along in harmony.

The two of them walked and came to a small courtyard.

"Master Yuan Dan, this is a humble abode, why don't you go in and sit down?"

"Brother Su Shan invites you kindly, so it's better to be respectful than to obey."

Pushing open the courtyard door and walking in, I happened to see a woman with a bulging belly cleaning the courtyard.

Seeing Su Shan and Song Wen come in, the woman with Liujia in her arms beamed with joy.

"Husband, you are back, who is this?"

"Madam, let me introduce to you, this is the new alchemy master Yuan."

"Master Yuan, this is Zhuo Jing, Chen Hong."

Chen Hong is just a mortal and has no cultivation level.

"I've met Master Yuan." Chen Hong said politely.

"I've met Mrs. Su!" Song Wen replied.

Xu didn't want to show up in front of outsiders, so Chen Hong returned to the room after saying hello.

Su Shan made tea and sat down with Song Wen in the courtyard.

"At first glance, my wife is a virtuous person who manages the house. She keeps the courtyard neat and tidy. My brother is a blessed person." Song Wendao.

Su Shan sighed and shook his head, saying, "Zhuo Jing is a pretty good person, but it's a pity that he is just a mortal."

"What's wrong with mortals? Although you and I are monks, the lifespan of a Qi-training monk is only over a hundred years old, which is almost the same as a mortal." Song Wen asked doubtfully.

Su Shan explained patiently.

"Master Yuan Dan doesn't know something. In our Su family, if you want to stand out, you must either have good spiritual root qualifications yourself, or your descendants must have excellent spiritual root qualifications."

"I am only a third-grade spiritual root, and I will only be able to reach the late stage of Qi training in this life. There is no hope of building a foundation."

"Naturally, we can only place our hopes on future generations. Unfortunately, my wife is still a mortal, and the probability of giving birth to a child with medium-grade spiritual roots is extremely low."

The Su family does not judge status based on blood ties, but based on spiritual roots and qualifications. This is a common thing among immortal cultivating families. This can ensure the continuation and prosperity of the family to a certain extent.

The quality of the spiritual root qualifications of future generations is, to a certain extent, related to the spiritual root qualifications of the parents, and may even be related to several generations of ancestors.

Simply put, the better the spiritual roots of both spouses, the greater the possibility of producing high-quality spiritual root offspring.

For a mortal couple who have never had a monk in their ancestors, it is almost impossible to produce offspring with spiritual roots, let alone offspring with excellent qualifications.

This also leads to the fact that in a town like the Su family, where ordinary people live together, young men and women with spiritual roots are more popular when looking for a partner.

This is also the reason why Su Shan can only find a mortal woman to get married. His spiritual qualifications are too poor and his strength is too weak to find a suitable female cultivator as a partner.

"By the way, why didn't you see your father-in-law's hall? Where do they live?" Song Wen changed the subject.

Su Shan smiled bitterly, "My father is Su Anping, the head of the Su family. How can he live with me?"

"Your father is the head of the Su family! How is this possible?" Song Wen looked in disbelief.

Su Shan was very calm and was not surprised at all by Song Wen's surprise.

"Su Anping had more than a hundred wives and concubines and hundreds of children. My mother was just a beautiful mortal. He only favored my mother once after he took her as his concubine."

"After that, my mother never saw him again until her death. After I was born, except when he passed by the mountain gate in the air, and I saw him a few times from a distance, I never had close contact. I'm afraid he didn't even know, You have a son like me.”

"In the Su family, without strong strength cultivation, outstanding spiritual root qualifications, and special talents such as refining elixirs and drawing talismans, how can it be possible to meet the peak foundation-building period powerhouse who is the head of the family."

When he said these words, Su Shan's face showed endless disappointment and unwillingness. It was obvious that he was extremely dissatisfied with his current strength and cultivation.

The atmosphere became a little depressing for a moment, and there was silence for a moment, Song Wendao.

"I don't have much spiritual talent. It's really not easy to improve my strength. I'm an old man who is over fifty years old and has only reached the fifth level of Qi cultivation."

After sighing with emotion, Song Wen suddenly lowered his voice and changed the topic.

"When I was young, I heard in Donghuafang City that some monks, in order to improve their cultivation as quickly as possible, took desperate risks, fell into the devil's path, and practiced the secrets of the devil's path. Their strength increased by leaps and bounds in a short period of time."

"The Dao is one foot high, and the devil is ten feet high. Rumor has it that the magic skills are so weird and unpredictable that there are even demonic monks who can fight across the ranks and defeat the righteous monks whose cultivation is far superior to theirs."

Su Shan raised his eyebrows, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.

"Is magic really so powerful?"

Song Wen shook his head, "I haven't seen it with my own eyes, I just heard it from hearsay. However, if the devil can refine corpses and control ghosts, if he can control a few powerful corpse ghosts, his strength should be able to increase quickly."

"But practicing magic skills is not allowed by the righteous way."

"This is because you are short-sighted. Not far from Donghuafang City of the Beast Control Sect, there is a mountain ghost market, where various magic techniques and magic treasures are sold in a grand manner. If the Beast Control Sect and Lei Family were not like this, With the permission of the great righteous forces, the little ghost city has been eradicated long ago."

"Donghuafang City is thousands of miles away from here, and it's a little too far away." Su Shan whispered to himself.

Immediately, he approached Song Wen and asked in a low voice.

"Master Yuan Dan is well-informed. Does he know where the magic arts can be sold nearby?"

Song Wen shook his head repeatedly, "I don't know about this. I'm almost in my sixtieth year. I wonder what that thing is for."

The two of them chatted until almost noon, when Song Wen got up, said goodbye and left.

After Song Wen left, Su Shan sat alone in the yard for a long time. Even his wife called him to have lunch, but he didn't hear him.