"Mom, grandpa said not to let me tell anyone else except you, otherwise he won't teach me.

Besides, I will practice secretly and give my father a surprise.

Once my father is happy, he might ask us to move into the main house."

The small courtyard they live in now is not in the main house of the Feng family.

Mrs. Ling always dreamed of returning to the main house, so that she could be closer to her boyfriend.

Although I still had many concerns, I finally gritted my teeth and nodded in agreement.

However, worried about Feng Wan's safety, Mrs. Ling lowered her face and cried and asked for two servants from the main house.

Following Feng Wan like this made her feel relieved.

With Ling's permission, Feng Wan set out early every morning and came back when the sun went down.

Of course she didn't practice with some old man with a white beard, but went to the Spiritual Medicine Mountain.

The two servants following behind looked down upon Feng Wan, who had no spiritual roots, and were indifferent to what she did, as long as nothing happened to her.

The Spiritual Medicine Mountain is very high, and there are many rare spiritual herbs on the mountain. The spiritual energy is relatively rich, but it is also full of dangers.

She is a five-year-old child without any cultivation, so she only dares to act on the periphery.

But the outside has been picked all over the place, and it is really difficult to pick out the leaks.

Fortunately, Fengwan studied medicine in his previous life, so knowing herbs and accurately describing their medicinal properties is the most basic thing.

Fengwan wandered around the market these days and bought a herbal medicine book with scraps of silver at a stall set up by mortals.

Although the content in the book may not be accurate, it gave Feng Wan a general understanding.

The spiritual plants in this world have roughly the same properties and effects as the medicinal materials in her previous life.

Feng Wan took a deep breath of air, feeling so comfortable.

Although she can't practice yet, staying in a place with strong spiritual energy makes the blood and energy in her meridians flow more smoothly.

Feng Wan continued to search carefully among the useless weeds. If he was lucky, he might be able to find a valuable one.

On the tenth day, Fengwan finally discovered a weak first-order Phoenix Grass in a large area of ​​inconspicuous weeds.

In the world of cultivation, no matter what it is, it is almost divided into levels. Like this spiritual grass, there are levels one to nine.

However, the spiritual energy in the Jiuhuang Continent is getting thinner and thinner, and even seventh-level spiritual herbs are rarely seen.

Although this phoenix grass is only at the first level, it is enough to exchange for a few spirit beads. Her luck is indeed good.

But why is there Phoenix Grass here? It is said that this kind of spiritual plant can only be found in places where Phoenix has existed.

Feng Wan shook her head, she must have thought too much.

Phoenix is ​​an ancient god and has long been extinct in the Nine Wilderness Continent.

Avoiding the sight of the two servants, Feng Wan carefully put away the spiritual grass.

Feng Wan wandered around for more than two months and found only one spiritual grass, but he also gained ten spiritual beads.

Two servants of the Feng family protected Feng Wan for more than two months, and then applied to the clan leader to return to the main house.

Feng Wan also happened to not want them to follow, which was exactly what she wanted.

When she came to the market again, she wanted to buy a book on how to draw Qi into the body.

Although this is the most basic, it is what she needs most now.

Only when you can draw Qi into your body can you truly begin to embark on the path of cultivating immortality.

This most basic technique may not even have a chance to enter the Feng family's scripture collection pavilion.

But even such a basic skill is out of reach for ordinary people.

Feng Wan wandered around the market for a while. The strange stall owner from before was still there, with the same piece of black cloth, and the number of monster eggs didn't seem to decrease.

I don’t know whether it’s because the price is too high or because he doesn’t know how to sell it, but there was no one in front of the stall.

Feng Wan's eyes were once again attracted by the monster egg that was so ugly that it made people cry.

He touched the ten spirit beads in the purse on his waist and straightened his waist a little.

When the stall owner saw business coming to his door, he was not very enthusiastic. He just glanced at Feng Wan indifferently and looked away.

Feng Wan was a little discouraged. Judging from the attitude of the stall owner, these monster eggs would not be cheap anymore.

But you have to give everything a try, and if she wants the ugliest one, it shouldn’t be too expensive.

He pointed his chubby little hand towards the pile of eggs, "Grandpa, I want it."

Feng Wan is fair and fair, with a pair of big and lively eyes, which makes people feel soft-hearted unconsciously.

If you didn't know the details, you would have thought she was a young lady from a big family.

The stall owner lazily raised his eyelids.

"Are you sure you want it?"

When I heard that someone wanted to buy monster eggs, some people came over to watch the fun.

"Ah, little doll, you look quite beautiful, but your aesthetics are not very good.

This is your first time buying monster eggs. Come on, let me teach you.

This monster egg should be smooth and beautiful. Of course, the one with aura floating on the surface is the best.

The one you chose is lifeless, maybe it’s a dead egg.”

The dead egg means that the monster inside has died long ago.

If a monk is unlucky enough to buy such a monster egg, he will really be pissed off.

The stall owner was originally in a low mood, but when he was aroused by these words, he immediately blew his beard and stared.

"Mortal boy, you dare to say that the monster eggs I sell are dead eggs. You really need a lesson."

At the same time as he spoke, the coercion surrounding the stall owner faintly emerged from his body.

The middle-aged man who just made a great statement has five spiritual roots and is similar to a mortal. He has never seen such a battle.

Although the stall owner tried his best to suppress the pressure, it was not something the middle-aged man could bear, and he was so frightened that he knelt down immediately.

He hurriedly begged for mercy, "Immortal, it's a villain who doesn't know what's good and what's good. He has eyes that don't recognize Mount Tai. If you have a lot of money, please bypass the villain this time."

"Humph, get out."

"Ah, yes, yes."

The middle-aged man was so frightened that he ran away.

Everyone else who wanted to get closer was so scared that they retreated about ten feet away.

Feng Wan was not afraid, but his big eyes brightened even more. This was the power of an immortal cultivator.

She decided that she must overcome all difficulties and embark on the path of cultivating immortality.

"Grandpa, can you sell me that monster egg?"

The stall owner put aside his pressure and looked at Feng Wan with a careful look.

Just now, the middle-aged man was so frightened that he knelt down, but this little kid gritted his teeth and held on. He is indeed a good young man in cultivation.

However, one cannot draw such a hasty conclusion.

The stall owner looked away, put his hands behind his back, and said.

"Aren't you afraid that this monster egg is really a dead egg?"

Feng Wan smiled in a flattering way, revealing a cute pear dimple on one side.

"Grandpa is so powerful and good-looking, he will definitely not give up."

The stall owner was very satisfied with Feng Wan's flattery, especially the beautiful sentence, which was very much in line with his wishes.

This kid really has a keen eye and can be taught.

The stall owner had a smile on his face.

"Then tell me, there are so many beautiful and spiritual monster eggs lying around, why do you want this one?"

People watching the excitement from a distance also have this question in their minds.

There must be something wrong with this little baby's eyesight.

Feng Wan was not affected by those whispers, but said firmly and crisply.

"Everything depends on fate. It caught my eye and I wanted to buy it."

The people watching the excitement started talking even louder. Who is this prodigal son? He only buys things based on his eyesight.

This monster egg cannot be bought with money. It requires spirit beads or spirit stones, which are quite expensive.

Although the Feng family is one of the four famous cultivation families in Zhaofeng City, there are many children in the Feng family, and they all devote themselves to cultivation within the family.

If you look at the mortals or low-level monks in the Fengcheng market, you will know the geniuses of the Feng family.

So now everyone is thinking that if this is their child, they will definitely beat her to death.

The stall owner didn't know whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied with Fengwan's answer.

He just continued to ask, "My monster egg is not cheap. Seeing that you sincerely want it, then I would like a high-grade spiritual stone."

In Jiuhuang Continent, one high-grade spiritual stone is equivalent to one hundred middle-grade spiritual stones, and one middle-grade spiritual stone is equivalent to one hundred low-grade spiritual stones.

But a low-grade spiritual stone is equivalent to a thousand spiritual beads.

The stall owner opened his mouth and revealed a high-grade spiritual stone, which shocked more and more people who gathered around to watch the excitement.
Chapter completed!