Cultivation towards immortality, starting from being a fisherman Chapter 111 - 95 Tribute, An Opportunity!3

Chapter 111: Chapter 95 Tribute, An Opportunity!_3

If you’re not a direct descendant, the treatnt might be similar to that of small Immortal Cultivation families like the Yun Family or the Dongli Family.

However, the fact that they want the Ji Family girl to change her surna… It seems they’re truly keen on her bloodline and are preparing to marry her into the family to strengthen and build it up, right?

But they don’t want to get involved with poor relatives from Golden Sparrow City, so they’ve co up with this sche?

Of course, there’s another possibility, which is that the girl’s Spiritual Body is suitable for so heartless and ascetic Cultivation Techniques, and the other side is paving the way for her.

Having her change her surna to beco a registered mber of the Chunyu Family is to lay the groundwork for recouping the investnt early!

No matter the reason,

it seems to have nothing to do with his role as the Inspector?

Su Ping silently watched as Ji Hu bowed repeatedly toward the Immortal Boat.

Suddenly, a storage bag was thrown down by the aloof female cultivator, landing at Ji Hu’s feet.

“I am Chunyu Qiuyu, and for the next ten years, I should be the Inspection Envoy of this place,”

“The Chunyu Family rewards good deeds and punishes faults.”

“If the Ji Family has rit, you may contact for anything within ten years.”

The cold female cultivator made a public promise in front of everyone.

People around them, unaware of the situation, thought that the Ji Family girl was favored and thus garnered special treatnt.

So Clan Leaders couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise and envy as they bowed to Ji Hu.

Ji Hu smiled bitterly inside but once again thanked the Inspection Envoy.

The circumstances were beyond his control, whether he liked it or not!

At least the Chunyu Family’s Cultivator was not without benefits.

That single statent was equivalent to ten years of protection.

If it were before, perhaps the Ji Family could have relied on this statent to grow strong and even potentially take over as the next City Lord.

But… Ji Hu looked at his daughter worriedly as she bowed her head, not daring to et his eyes.

He always felt that the opportunity was too great, and his daughter might not be able to handle it.

And if sothing went wrong, he would be powerless to help and would have no reason to.

The Immortal Boat flew to the Ji Family’s other estate in the city, where the Ji Family girl had grown up.

Ji Hu excused himself and left to see his daughter; it might be the last ti he saw her as a mber of the Ji Family.

In the future, she would be known as a genius of the Chunyu Family…

He watched as everyone departed.

Su Ping resisted the urge to eavesdrop on the Ji Family and turned to return to Frost Moon Villa for eating fish and cultivating.

Once the Immortal Boat turned into a golden light and flew far away,

Su Ping reactivated the Pot Cave Heaven and disappeared from the Immortal Cultivation World.

In the sky, on the deck of the Immortal Boat.

The cold female cultivator said indifferently to the red-eyed Ji Family girl:

“Cry, let out all the emotions you’ve held in your heart and cry them out.”

“After that, you won’t cry anymore.”

“Your constitution is most suited for our family’s Divine Skills.”

“Once we return to the family, the Clan Leader will personally change your bones and blood, and from then on, you will beco a true mber of the Chunyu Family!”

“Yes!”

The Ji Family girl nodded silently, a hint of worry flashing in her heart, but at this point, since she had chosen to accept the Chunyu Family’s offer, there seed to be no turning back…

…

On Water Blue Star, in Nepal’s Gad City.

Inside a swiftly modular-constructed mansion.

President Huang burst out of the one-ter-deep bathtub with his round head, exclaiming joyously: “Comfortable!”

The water in the bathtub had long since cooled down, its dark green color turning light green.

And furthermore, the water in the bath had been there for over forty-eight hours.

But President Huang still couldn’t bring himself to change the water.

After all, this was the Spirit Water soaked from a Body Tempering dicine Bag he only got once a week!

He wasn’t willing to change the water until he had repeatedly heated it to extract all the dicinal properties.

And moreover!

If the Rat Taoist hadn’t sternly reminded him that it couldn’t be drunk, that it really cannot be drunk!

President Huang would have been sorely tempted, after his bath, to slowly drink all of that water as daily tea.

“True Cultivation thods are indeed different!”

“With my physique, to develop muscles so quickly is sothing else.”

“My sleep has never felt better too!”

President Huang, looking at himself in the mirror, felt he had never looked healthier or more vibrant.

This made him feel that the hefty expenses of recent tis were well worth it!

Then, looking at the ti and rembering what he had to do today,

President Huang’s expression turned serious. He put on his formal suit, thought for a mont, then took it off and changed into a custom-made Magic Robe.

After putting on a black cloak and donning a rat-patterned mask,

he went off in the night in his car filled with a sense of mystery, heading to the temple where the Magic eting was being held.

Inside the temple, the Mages who worked for free or even paid to do so waited respectfully for President Huang’s arrival.

“Your efforts have been seen by the Master, and by as well,”

After entering the inner hall of the temple, President Huang confidently began to boast to the Mages:

“I know what you’re seeking, but whether or not you can get it depends on fate,”

“I can only offer you an opportunity.”

Having said that, the Mages nodded in agreent.

Then they knelt down with perfect form, bowed deeply, and raised the golden plates in their hands high.

The plates contained blood samples they had collected from themselves and trusted friends and family mbers.

The Mages believed that President Huang could take their blood to the mysterious Master or even the Ghostly God,

thus giving them a chance to be seen and to receive a real Transcendent Inheritance!

The reason they worked so hard for nothing was exactly for this opportunity.

And President Huang wasn’t lying or deceiving these diligent Mages.

After sensing these people’s little sches, he conveniently used them as collectors of blood samples.

Perhaps this was a mutually beneficial deal in a foreign land?

At the sa ti, there were other Registered Disciples who were hustling about in various places, collecting blood samples from different groups of people hoping to help the Rat Taoist find disciples to inherit the Bone Burying Ground.

And in doing so, earn themselves great rit!

After respectfully receiving the samples from the Mages, President Huang quietly packed them away and left.

Then, deliberately moving slowly, he made a show of about to step over the threshold.

In front of all those Mages…

President Huang suddenly… disappeared into thin air!

The Mages’ eyes widened in shock, and they prostrated themselves in worship once more!