Along the way, Wang Zijia was in a good mood.

Returning to Bai Taofeng, he first gave Gou Hongyuan an order to start collecting the Confusion Pill medicinal materials again.

Then he informed Bai Qian and began to continue refining the Confusion Divine Pill.

During this time, after Wang Zijia's money was exhausted, Bai Qian did not stop alchemy, but made money by refining the second-grade cultivation pill Lingyue Dan.

This Danfang was obtained by Bai Qian himself.

With today's Bai Qian's cultivation and Dacheng-level Confusion Divine Pill refining progress, it is already possible to refine two furnaces a day, and the finished product is one hundred and ninety-eight, nine grains.

In other words, if the refining system is released, it can provide Wang Zijia with more than 200,000 value degrees every day, and consume nearly 60,000 magic money.

The material of more than four million magic money takes several months to digest and clean.

Wang Zijia deals with things in the veins during the day every day, looks at the information, makes jade talismans in his free time, starts classes every two days, occasionally receives a few local tyrant disciples, and opens a small stove.

At night, they wander around in various circles, looking for spiritual objects that will help the baby god condense, whether good or bad, strong or weak, no one refuses.

Every few days, a wave of pills refined by Bai Qian was emptied, and the value increased steadily, and the life was extremely fulfilling.

Time flickered, and it was another decade.

"Value +2.15 million!"

Daoxing: 500 years (25.98 million/40 million)

Tai Chi: 2.95 million

Legal money: 3.88 million

Dao Gong: 270,000

On this day, Xiang Wu, there was a list again, it was still a three-grade one, which made Wang Zijia very surprised, it seems that the last time he sent a few jade runes was worth it.

You must know that real people live for hundreds of years, and the number of deaths in the next year is very limited.

And except for accidental deaths, violent deaths, treasure grabbing, etc., less than 30% of them really died.

Among these people, there is no one who is willing to die with a wave of extreme torture, and even their souls are broken because of this, just for the benefit of future generations.

In such a rare situation, every monk who wants to condense the inheritance has a very cautious attitude towards this.

I am willing to give more money and find a strong inheritor to insure a little, and I don't want to be greedy for a little cheap, and finally fail to draw, not only tortured in vain, but also empty of bamboo baskets.

For many reasons, the head siphon effect of the inheritor industry is extremely obvious.

That is, the well-known inheritors will eat most of the market share, and they don't need him to solicit customers, but others ask for the door and take the initiative to make profits.

The remaining small part of the market is to be grabbed by everyone, and it is extremely easy to involution.

Therefore, the middle and lower classes will only get worse and worse.

So in terms of normal frequency, in addition to the most well-known ones, ordinary third-grade inheritors, they will only receive one or two orders a year!

You can't make a fortune, but it's much better than waiting for idle Baiyi, the standard is not high, and the low is not!

He is a newcomer, and he actually came with two orders a month, how can he not be surprised.

[Inheritance Hall Notice: Hello Prince Daozi, there is a copy of your inheritance order generated, please check it as soon as possible and decide whether to accept it. If you do not reply within one day, our temple will automatically reject it. 】

As a reminder, there is also a simple piece of information.

Client: Pulse Historian

Target: Shi Xintian

Category: Arithmetic Repair

Cultivation: The pinnacle of real people

Status: Shouyuan is exhausted, the evil calculation is backburning, the Dao is injured, the Dao heart is dusty, and the luck is overdrawn.

Introduction: The inner door infant god is a historian of the family of arithmetic and cultivators, and is one of the few families in Wanyu who is proficient in arithmetic.

Shi Xintian is the last generation of Tianjiao, and he was expected to achieve the infant god, however, in order to compete with the grandson of the previous generation of infant god Shi Xinyu for the core god species in the clan, it was too rampant, and he did not measure his own strength.

became a marginal figure of the historian and was lonely all his life, but after only three hundred years, he came to the end of his life.

Wang Zijia: "······"

Looking at the other party's long list of negative states, Wang Zijia was silent for five minutes.

"Grass!"

Half a ring, Wang Zijia held back such a sentence of national quintessence!

This Nima can become the pinnacle of real people, and he can live for three hundred years, which is really difficult for him.

It's a repair!

Especially when I saw its introduction, although it probably didn't care about the face of the baby god family, and didn't write anything bad, but Wang Zijia saw a bloody storm in just a few words.

It's still a crazy duel between cultivators!

It seems that inside the inner door, there are a lot of such fights, and not all families are harmonious and beautiful!

This introduction, in particular, is written······ It's a bit meaningful, he not only has the problem of success rate data when he wants to take orders, but also has to consider the historian!

This new heaven is enough to create evil!

In his thoughts, Wang Zijia didn't hesitate much, and still simply answered.

With his current identity and status, the historian may have to weigh it to see if he will be offended.

But the possible unpleasantness of a second generation of historians?

Come on!

His prince is not a weak crown Daozi, okay, this little contradiction has to be considered, he is really a fool these days!

[The task has been picked up successfully, please wait for contact.] 】

After receiving the order, Wang Zijia opened some of the information of the Huanxi Demon Sect that An Xingsheng received today, and looked at it with relish.

In the sect, among the materials about the three major demon gates, the one that rejoices in the demon gate is the most, the most widely spread, and the most interesting.

In particular, the personal biographies of some of the Joy Devils are very rich, and the descriptions are very careful and quite flavorful.

In addition to the official collection of the sect, the ones that were circulated privately are even more out-of-print treasures.

Some book makers do not hesitate to ask for painting and array repair, and use books as instruments and magic as substitutes to write special stories.

After letting the reader open it, he will 'substitute' into it, just like a member of the story, really immersed in it, like a dream, to have a drunken and dreamy journey of the pink skull.

This thing is still the last time Wang Zijia went to the Inheritance Hall to register, and saw that Zhou Zhiyong was nervous about collecting books after he found him in, and when he came back, he asked An Xingsheng.

Under An Xingsheng's weird expression, the treasures he got on the second day.

Hmm······ He's learning about the methods of the demon girls!

Know yourself and know your opponent!

······

"Dumb!"

Two quarters of an hour later, the door to the study was opened.

Wang Zijia was expressionless, and put away the rare books with an indifferent face.

An Xingsheng didn't seem to see it, and after bowing his head to salute, he reported: "Uncle Shi, Uncle Neimen: Shi Wanquan is really visiting!" ”

Wang Zijia got up expressionlessly, indifferently walked towards the courtyard with his hands behind his back, and An Xingsheng quietly followed.

The two came to the courtyard one after the other, and Xu Xian also happened to lead people into the door.

"I've seen Senior Brother Wanquan!" Wang Zijia saluted him.

"Senior Brother Zijia is polite!" Shi Wanquan bowed in return.

Wang Zijia glanced at the other party in surprise, this was the first time that a senior brother who met for the first time called him his real name after the name of his weak crown appeared.

"Shall we have a pot of tea and leave, or shall we leave immediately?" Wang Zijia, who had an experience, asked after greeting him for a few words.

"For some reasons, we are in a hurry, is my junior brother free now?" Shi Wanquan replied.

'Well, another dead ghost who gritted his teeth and refused to go into the ground right away? ’

The thought in Wang Zijia's mind flashed, and he said with a smile on his face: "There is no choice!" ”

gave An Xingsheng a few words, and then walked out of the courtyard with Shi Wanquan.

Shi Wanquan waved his hand, and a white cloud appeared in front of the two.

To Wang Zijia's surprise, the clouds were originally floating at a position of about three meters, but there were small steps like marshmallows, extending down.

It looks very exquisite!

"Please!" Shi Wanquan saluted Wang Zijia and motioned for Wang Zijia to ascend to the clouds.

Wang Zijia bowed slightly, and then stepped on the stairs formed by the clouds.

It feels nice to the touch, very soft, but it doesn't sag, as if you are stepping on some high-end carpet.

The two of them successively got on the white clouds, and under the drive of Shi Wanquan, the clouds turned into streamers and flew towards the seven peaks of the inner gate.

"Is this climbing clouds? Spiritual artifact-level ones are rare! Sky, Wang Zijia looked at the clouds for a moment, and asked.

"This is Tengyun!" Shi Wanquan replied indifferently.

Wang Zijiayi raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "Isn't Tengyun a magic weapon given to the Divine Monarch by the sect?" ”

Wanyu Sect's standard aircraft is mainly cloud-based.

When you are promoted to the foundation building, you can receive one of the benefits you can receive, including a flying magic weapon to climb the clouds.

Further up, it takes the baby god to have a soaring cloud to give it, and it is also one of the few standard magic weapons in the sect.

"There are also failures in the refining of magic weapons, it's just that most of the failed Tengyun will not flow out." Shi Wanquan replied.

Wang Zijia was stunned for a while, and instantly understood that this was probably similar to some kind of wool picking.

Not part of the public information, but conventional?

······

The two of them didn't continue to speak, and flew towards the seven peaks on the clouds.

Tengyun, who failed to refine as a magic weapon and was forced to become a top-grade magic weapon, was obviously much faster than Wang Zijia's blood demon Jade Suo, after all, Yu Suo was only a primary spiritual weapon now.

Therefore, in less than half an hour, the two of them passed through the protective array and went straight to the foot of the main peak, Wanyu Peak.

The seven peaks are not lined up, but show the trend of stars and moons.

The three peaks of Wanyu Peak, Inheritance Peak, and Demon Suppression Peak are located inside, lined up.

The remaining four mountain peaks are guarded around it, forming the seven peaks of Wanyu.

And Wanyu Peak, as the main peak, is the highest peak of the Seven Peaks, and it is also at the core of the Seven Peaks.

There is the only seven-grade spiritual vein in this spiritual vein group on it, which not only has a very strong spiritual power, but I heard that there is also the possibility of giving birth to immortal qi inside!

As a family of infant gods, there are two big families of infant gods in today's clan, and the ancestral land is at the foot of the main peak.

Shi Wanquan led Wang Zijia to the Shi family building complex and walked towards a remote place.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Wang Zijia always feels ······ Shi Wanquan was a little cautious, as if trying not to attract attention.

They are going to send them to the end, not to be thieves, they shouldn't be at all!

Although there were some doubts, as the party receiving the order, Wang Zijia listened honestly to the other party's arrangement and did not ask much.

(End of chapter)