After the treasure hunter finished speaking one by one.

The woman nodded slightly, her eyes moved, and when she was about to wave her hand...

The treasure hunter immediately knelt on the ground and asked carefully:

"I don't know what your name is, senior. I am Zhang San, and I am willing to follow you in the future, serving you at your service and sacrificing my life for you."

The woman glanced at him and smiled slightly.

This treasure hunter is very smart.

He knew that after answering the questions, the most likely thing would be to be silenced.

So he hurriedly wanted to join her.

The woman saw that he was quite smart and just needed some chess pieces.

So she said: "My name is Lingdeng."

"You can respect me as Lingdeng Xianjun in the future."

Hearing this, the treasure hunter was overjoyed.

In fact, the sentence just now was his test.

If the other party wanted to kill him, they would not tell him their own name.

Now that the other party has told him his name, they will not kill him easily in the future.

But he never expected that working under this woman would be more painful than death. It would be better to die early and reincarnate early.

He knew it immediately.

The fairy of the spirit lamp waved a little light and went straight into Zhang San's heart.

This shrewd treasure hunter suddenly felt a pain in his chest.

"This nameless fire is given to you."

"If you want to betray in the future, it will immediately attack and burn your soul to ashes." The spirit lamp said coldly, "so that you can never reincarnate again."

"Yes, I dare not betray or have second thoughts." Zhang San was not surprised, but kowtowed repeatedly like a dog.

"Okay, now you help me do something."

"Please tell me, Immortal Lord, no matter what, I will do my best."

"Very good, spread the news, and say that I am going to hold a martial arts competition to find a husband."

"Find a husband?" Zhang Sanda was shocked.

He never expected that the first thing the other party asked him to do would be this!

He was simply dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.

He suspected that he had heard it wrong.

Isn't that a trick played by ordinary people?

It was basically a trap, because when he was a mortal, he used this trick to trick a young cultivator who was practicing Qi.

How could the daughter of a good family show up in public to play a martial arts competition to find a husband?

Aren't you afraid of attracting bandits, liars, and evil spirits whose background is unknown?

"That's right, this immortal is going to hold a martial arts competition to recruit a bride, and as for the dowry, it is a ninth-level spiritual vein."

What?

Ninth-level spiritual vein?

Zhang San felt his brain was not working again.

What kind of dowry can be so high-end?

Ninth-level spiritual vein, that is only available to the masters of the Nine Tribulations Realm.

This immortal is so generous?

The dowry is actually a ninth-level spiritual vein?(To read the exciting novels, go to Flylu Novel Network!)

Zhang San couldn't help but recall his humble past.

Since the spiritual energy between heaven and earth has declined, the only spiritual energy is released by the spiritual veins.

Ordinary people absorb spiritual energy very slowly outside the spiritual veins.

It is no longer like the ancient times, as long as you find a cave and retreat, you can practice.

After retreating, you can become an immortal.

That kind of good thing, don't even think about it now.

Sects, families, and chambers of commerce have occupied spiritual veins of all sizes.

Even if there are wild spiritual veins, as long as there are scattered cultivators gathering, they will be quickly occupied by families and sects.

They drove away the scattered people and built various spirit gathering arrays on them to prevent the spiritual energy from being emitted to the outside.

They also used arrays to collect all the excess spiritual energy into the spiritual veins for their own use.

They even stipulated that if a cultivator dies of old age or is seriously injured and dying, he must insist on returning to his own spiritual vein before dying...

In short, the spiritual energy emitted is decreasing day by day.

A hundred years of cultivation by a casual cultivator is not as good as three months of cultivation in a spiritual vein.

The gap is so big.

You don’t want to become an immortal if you don’t join the sect and don’t become a dog?

Don’t even think about it now.

The sect will do its best to recycle any excess spiritual energy.

Zhang San was shocked and hurriedly said to Ling Deng Xianjun: "~Xianjun, this ninth-level spiritual vein is too precious..."

"Hmph, you don’t need to worry about this. You can’t catch a wolf without sacrificing a child."

"I must use such bait to catch the wolf I want to catch." Ling Deng said lightly. []

The person she wanted to catch was naturally Ling Tian.

And she didn’t know that Ling Tian didn’t care about the so-called spiritual energy and spiritual veins before.

Because Ling Tian was the ancestor of the sect (who got the money) at the beginning, he had no shortage of spiritual energy.

Later, with the large amount of benefits issued by the system, there was no problem.

But for others, for Zhang San and other low-level practitioners, the amount of spiritual energy is a very important factor in cultivation.

With less spiritual energy, the time of cultivation will be extended.

But life span is limited, and many disciples with good talents end up wasting their lives because they don’t have good spiritual veins.

On the contrary, some disciples with poor qualifications ended up surpassing them.

When Zhang San heard this, he really didn’t expect that Lingdeng Xianjun would actually take out the 9th-level spiritual vein to trap a wolf.

What kind of person is that "wolf" to be worth such a big deal? .

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