Chapter 721 - 501: Bai Mosheng the Immortal Seed, Mid-grade Spirit Root_2

He bowed deeply to Zheng Yi and said, "Immortal Master Zheng, you previously did me a great favor by guiding me onto the path of cultivation and instructing me in the ways of Qi Refining.

Now that we are fellow cultivators in the realm of cultivation, I, Bai Mosheng, will always remember your kindness."

Zheng Yi helped him up and turned to leave.

In Zheng Yi’s eyes.

This was nothing more than a transaction, and he didn’t want to involve too many other factors to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Although the other party had a Mid-grade Spirit Root, Zheng Yi wasn’t particularly concerned. Others might admire a Mid-grade Spirit Root, but to him, it was just as it is.

Seeing Zheng Yi’s demeanor, Bai Mosheng dared not take it lightly, but he didn’t think much more and turned back to his room, eagerly beginning to practice the "Celestial Cloud Technique."

As the saying goes, once you step into the realm of immortal cultivation, you sever all ties with the mundane world.

The night deepened, and Zheng Yi returned home.

His wife greeted him warmly upon his return.

That night!

Zheng Yi arrived at Tingxiang Garden, where he and his wife, Zhang Qingmiao, absorbed Pure Yin Qi through the Dual Cultivation Method.

That night, their gains were significant.

"Absorbing Pure Yin Qi, lifespan increased by fifty."

"Absorbing Pure Yin Qi, Celestial Cloud Technique’s Spiritual Qi increased by one hundred."

"Absorbing Pure Yin Qi, Gold Spirit Root increased by seventy."

"Absorbing Pure Yin Qi, Water Spirit Root increased by thirty-five."

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After a night of pleasure, they awoke the next morning.

Zheng Yi looked at the delicate figure in his arms and gently said, "Close to another breakthrough."

"Mm-hmm."

Zhang Qingmiao lay contentedly in Zheng Yi’s arms, nodding happily.

They thought their days would continue in peaceful tranquility.

However, one morning.

As Zheng Yi was about to head for the Skill Transmission Hall, he hadn’t even got out the door when he saw Bai Mosheng, who had just entered the first layer of Qi Refining, rushing over from a distance.

Not until he saw Zheng Yi did Bai Mosheng relax with a sigh of relief.

In these few days, Bai Mosheng, as a person of the Martial World, had learned a lot about Piaomiao Mountain’s Wang Family and the cultivation realm’s common knowledge.

"I have seen Immortal Master Zheng Yi."

Bai Mosheng still respectfully greeted.

Zheng Yi glanced at him and smiled, saying, "Just call me fellow Daoist."

Bai Mosheng hurriedly agreed.

The two walked together towards the Skill Transmission Hall. Bai Mosheng smiled softly and said, "To be honest, Fellow Daoist Zheng Yi, I came today to ask a favor.

At the Nameless Manor, I have a younger sister. Although she cannot be considered a rare beauty, she is a lovely girl with outstanding appearance.

She is now sixteen years old, at the age when she is ready to marry.

Since I’ve been with the Wang Family these few days, I’ve heard that Fellow Daoist Zheng Yi was considering marrying again. I came today hoping to make a match."

By this time, the two had arrived at the Skill Transmission Hall.

In fact, by procedure, such matters should involve a matchmaker or intermediary, but Bai Mosheng had such confidence in Zheng Yi, and besides, they already knew each other.

Why let an intermediary earn that fee and unnecessarily take the blame?

Zheng Yi was preparing to refuse.

After all, he already had a wife at home, and casually marrying another, though no harm, was of no benefit either.

At this point, it seemed Bai Mosheng sensed Zheng Yi’s intention to refuse.

He suddenly leaned closer and lowered his voice, saying, "Fellow Daoist Zheng Yi, wait a moment. To be honest, my sister should also have a Spirit Root.

I’ve been back to the manor these past few days and tested her."

After listening, Zheng Yi merely smiled faintly and said, "If she indeed has a Spirit Root, that would be excellent.

Just inform the steward, and you’ll receive ten or so Spirit Stones, which is a decent resource for cultivation, and she can join the Wang Family without necessarily marrying me."

Zheng Yi patiently explained to Bai Mosheng.

Bai Mosheng bit his lip.

He understood Zheng Yi was sincerely considering his situation and gently said, "Fellow Daoist Zheng Yi, my sister is highly ambitious, truly high-spirited.

If she learns that she possesses a Spirit Root.

I’m afraid her expectations may rise even further."

Zheng Yi now completely understood the meaning behind Bai Mosheng’s words, realizing that his sister’s Spirit Root was not lower grade but similar to Bai Mosheng’s, a Mid-grade Spirit Root.

"This matter relies on fate and cannot be forced."

Zheng Yi paused momentarily, then looked at Bai Mosheng once more, feeling a renewed admiration for him.

After all, "a gentleman judges by actions, not intentions," and Bai Mosheng had done his best. If it were himself, he might not have handled things so comprehensively.

If this marriage were to happen.

The expectations for personal development in a Mid-grade Spirit Root person differ from those of a Low-grade Spirit Root person.

And if Bai Mosheng inquires further, he would know Zheng Yi’s current Spirit Root situation, and if discontent arose between the two, it would not be a good thing.

Zheng Yi patted Bai Mosheng’s shoulder.

Then he went straight to the Alchemy Pavilion.

Bai Mosheng, having no choice, left for the time being.

Bai Mosheng left Piaomiao Mountain’s Wang Family and went to a nearby secular force — Qingniu Town.

He entered an inn in the town and soon met a woman who bore a striking resemblance to him.

The woman, dressed in pale yellow clothing, was seated in front of a bronze mirror, her lips curved upward in a radiant smile, truly a beauty.

Upon hearing the door open.

She saw the figure behind her through the mirror, instantly standing up with joy, "Brother, you’re here!"

"Mm."

Bai Mosheng responded, although his expression was somewhat forlorn.

He remembered what Zheng Yi had said earlier, and his heart chilled. He then told his sister his entire plan, "Ling’er, I want you to marry Fellow Daoist Zheng Yi. What do you think?"

"Brother, how can you do that?"

Bai Ling’er immediately became unhappy, her face full of discontent.

She pouted, looking pitifully at Bai Mosheng, "Brother, you now have a Mid-grade Spirit Root and will surely break through to the late stage of Qi Refining in the future.

I should also have a Mid-grade Spirit Root. In ten years, both of us siblings will probably reach the late stage of Qi Refining, but would I marry someone who only has a middle-stage Qi Refining level? How can that be?

Brother, how could you consider such a thing?"

Bai Mosheng opened his mouth but couldn’t speak for a long time.

He wanted to tell his sister that without Zheng Yi.

The siblings might have long been living a life worse than death.

He might have died somewhere in a ruined temple, and his sister would surely have become a tool for family alliances. With her prideful nature, she’d be bullied by her husband’s family; with luck, she might protect herself, but less fortunate, she might even be belittled by the household servants.

Now that the manor had a turning point, and the siblings had such an opportunity, how could they be ungrateful?

"Oh well, oh well."

Countless thoughts surged through his mind, and Bai Mosheng finally sighed deeply, "Anyway, Immortal Master Zheng isn’t willing either."

At that moment, Bai Mosheng’s concession.

Seemed entirely due to Zheng Yi’s unwillingness, rather than his sister’s attitude.

His words, however, immediately provoked Bai Ling’er.

She continued to complain, "In the future, if I marry, I must marry someone capable, at least not inferior to me.

If he doesn’t have a Top-grade Spirit Root, then at least a Mid-grade Spirit Root. What’s the point of marrying a man who can’t keep pace with me? I would never consider it!"

These words reached Bai Mosheng’s ears.

As a brother, he also had his temper and wasn’t one to spoil his sister without principle.

He sternly said, "If this won’t do and that won’t do, I hope you don’t regret it in the future!"

Yet, after a few days.

Bai Ling’er found an opportunity to apologize to her brother, and only then did the siblings’ relationship return to normal.

Ultimately, blood ties run deep, connecting them through thick and thin.

Though Bai Mosheng spoke harshly before, how could he truly ignore his sister?

Not long after.

Through his recommendation, his sister Bai Ling’er also joined Piaomiao Mountain’s Wang Family.

Being female and possessing a Mid-grade Spirit Root, the Wang Family wasn’t in a rush to make her decide anything but instead gave her ample time to consider.

After all, the treatment for Mid-grade Spirit Roots naturally differs from those of Lower Grade.

One day, as the sun set in the west.

Zheng Yi walked out of the Alchemy Pavilion.

Currently, his strength had reached the fifth layer of Qi Refining. Once he further breaks through to the sixth layer, he should be able to refine the Yellow Dragon Pill.

Today he attempted it, and with the assistance of a Golden Core Realm expert’s Divine Sense, the refining steps for the Yellow Dragon Pill progressed smoothly, only stalling at the final step due to a lack of Spiritual Power.