"I give you the opportunity to become an immortal. Whether you can become an immortal or not is up to you."

Become an immortal?

Pindao is not sure now whether he can become an immortal.

How dare you promise others to become immortals?

It’s okay to talk big, but there must be a bottom line.

You can exaggerate as much as you want about what can be done, because it can be done in the end.

If you can't do something, don't talk too much about it, leave a chance for others, and leave a little room for maneuver for yourself.

For Zhao Shangzhi, this is enough.

This is not a dream. Zhang Qingyun directly controls Zhao Shangzhi's soul and enters Zhao Shangzhi's thinking world. Therefore, Zhao Shangzhi is very sober and has an idea. Zhao Shangzhi understands that there is no free lunch in the world. If you have something to gain, you must have something.

What's lost...

It is impossible for a god to tell him the chance of immortality for no reason.

Zhao Shangzhi knelt on the ground with a pop: "Immortal, please accept my worship... If the immortal doesn't think that my old bones are not worthy of cultivation..."

"Stay here."

Zhang Qingyun stopped him: "I don't accept disciples."

Zhao Shangzhi was a little disappointed. Zhang Qingyun continued: "The poor Taoist will teach you how to practice and give you two options. One is to buy it with money, and the other is to repay it with karma."

"I choose money!"

Zhao Shangzhi didn't even think about it and directly chose money.

"I will teach you the most basic cultivation method, and the price is not low..."

Zhao Shangzhi became a little nervous. He had money and could spend 18 billion... If this god wanted 80 billion, he would have to sell off his assets...

"One hundred million..."

Zhang Qingyun particularly emphasized the word billion.

Zhao Shangzhi breathed a sigh of relief, one hundred million... not much.

"Want less?"

Zhang Qingyun was speechless. He found that his ideas still needed to change.

He thought the technique was already extremely valuable, but others were relieved... Is this the pattern?

"There is still room for improvement..."

Poor people think badly.

Zhang Qingyun muttered slightly: "I don't need money. You can use this 100 million to buy high-quality jade..."

Zhang Qingyun casually pointed, and a purple light penetrated into Zhao Shangzhi's soul and eyebrows. Zhao Shangzhi was startled and froze on the spot.

When he woke up, Zhang Qingyun had disappeared.

"Immortal..."

Zhao Shangzhi sighed: "The Immortal is just a white wolf with empty gloves... He used a book of exercises that I can't understand at all to get a jade worth 100 million yuan..."

"When do you want this jade and how do I deliver it?"

At this time, Zhang Qingyun's light voice came: "Put the jade in your room. I will pick it up when the time comes. The day after tomorrow..."

Zhao Shangzhi's face changed wildly. This was because words should not be said behind the back, as good intentions can turn into disaster.

...

"Pindao has passed on the technique to you. Whether you can practice it and understand it is your own business. Pindao has made it very clear before."

Pass on your thirty-year skills?

Directly help you achieve great success?

"However, what this old man said is very correct, nothing comes in vain."

From the beginning, Zhang Qingyun had no intention of asking for money or spending money, so he exchanged a basic martial arts book for jade: "One hundred million can buy nearly a ton of high-quality jade, which is quite a waste."

"Tsk tsk..."

In the Taoist temple, Zhang Qingyun opened his eyes: "Sure enough, men will become bad when they have money. Before I got the jade, I was thinking about squandering... Is this human nature?"

"No...Pindao sold his skills, how can he be a wolf with nothing?"

...

In the blink of an eye, the appointed day arrived. At night, Zhang Qingyun controlled the fishhook, and there was a storage talisman hanging on the fishhook.

Today, Zhao Shangzhi was at home, and he arranged for all his family members to go out.

From morning to morning, from morning to afternoon...

Now, I wait from afternoon to evening again.

It's already midnight... Zhao Shangzhi is old after all. He can't bear it anymore and is drowsy: "Two and a half tons of jade!"

His family has been running a jewelry business for nearly two hundred years, and has accumulated countless wealth as well as many connections.

For jade of the same quality, he only spent 100 million to buy jade worth nearly 200 million.

They are all unprocessed jade stones, weighing a little over two and a half tons.

They were piled inside the house and formed a hill.

"How can the immortal move away so much jade?"

On this point, Zhao Shangzhi played a trick.

He could have packed the boxes and sealed them all, just to see how magical the immortal's methods were.

Can gods control everything?

Is it a volley shot? It's unpredictable?

Is it possible to turn the world upside down?a

Two days ago, Zhao Shangzhi woke up from his dream. The technique was in his mind and he remembered every word clearly. In addition to wanting to witness the magic of the gods, Zhao Shangzhi also wanted to verify...

Was that dream true or false?

Zhao Shangzhi, who was in a trance, half asleep and half awake, trying to keep his spirits up, his eyes were a little sore.

He closed his eyes and let them feel comfortable. The moment he opened his eyes, Zhao Shangzhi suddenly sat up from the sofa.

The jade that was originally piled into the mountain...disappeared out of thin air!

"Two seconds, two seconds at most!"

Zhao Shangzhi was a little frustrated. He shouldn't have closed his eyes. He didn't see the magic trick!

...

In the Taoist temple, Zhang Qingyun casually took out a fist-sized piece of jade from the storage talisman: "Tsk tsk... This jade is of really high quality."

A jade of the same size, bought from the jade vendor introduced by Zhao Kun, contains at most only a quarter of the spiritual energy contained in the jade in Zhang Qingyun's hand.

"There is no aura on Mars, and the quality of the jade is low. Even if the teleportation array is built, it won't be able to be used for long."

Zhang Qingyun weighed the jade in his hand: "Who knows one day, when I come back, the spiritual energy of the teleportation eye will be exhausted, and I will be trapped on Mars."

Therefore, to build the teleportation array, not only high-quality jade materials with richer aura are needed, but also larger jade materials, so that they can maintain operation for a long time.

Moreover, the array jade needs to be replaced regularly.

"The teleportation array is the same on Earth as it is on Mars. There are ninety-nine, eight hundred and one talisman and seal formation eyes, and three thousand six hundred changes... These are quite busy."

After getting the jade, Zhang Qingyun began to burn the formation talismans and seals.

The next day, Zhang Qingyun suddenly had a thought and looked up to the southeast: "The head of the Liuhe Sect invited by the Wang family, the ancient martial arts master, has arrived..."

Picking up the fishing rod beside him, Zhang Qingyun threw the hook into the basin: "Gu Wu... Gu Wu, I'm really curious."

...

The courtyard of the Wang family villa.

Wang Zi was hitting the sandbags. He was an old man with a fairy-like manner. He was not tall, only a little over 1.6 meters tall.

He has a long beard and his hair is neatly trimmed.

Although his hair is already gray, it is combed neatly. Next to him, there is a man in his twenties or thirties, tall and powerful, with a streamlined body full of explosive power and muscles.

This strong man is at least 1.9 meters tall and has a slightly sinister face.

"My master is very busy and has no time to teach you. I am here today to touch your bones to see if you are suitable for our Liuhe Sect ancient martial arts, and then I will go back..."

The young strong man looked down at Wang Zi: "If you are lucky enough to be favored by my master, I will be your senior brother. I will teach you the ancient martial arts of Liuhe Sect on behalf of the master."

"There is a rule in the Liuhe Sect, that is, the junior brother must obey the senior brother!"

Wang Zi seemed not to hear, punching the sandbag one after another.
To be continued...