The success of Wang Lu's performance made him the focus of the crowd. For a time, there was a lot of discussion, but none of them could come to a conclusion. However, without exception, they all showed a deep fear of him.
If Wang Lu's performance was in a normal place, he would have been scolded as a psycho. However, at the foot of the Spirit Creek Town, the accommodation ticket was particularly subtle.
"Do you guys think that Wang Lu has some connections in the Spirit Sword Mountain?"
This speculation was agreed by some people, and it quickly extended to other jaw-dropping inferences such as Wang Lu being the illegitimate child of the Heavenly Sword Hall Elder.
Behind the counter, the Lady Boss looked on with cold eyes. After a long time, she said with an almost undetectable voice, "A bunch of idiots."
A moment later, she said to herself, "I might as well double the rent, just looking at it makes me angry …"
At this time, a shout came from outside the inn.
"Young Master, Young Master!"
The main hall of the Ru Family Inn wasn't big, but there were at least a few dozen young masters sitting inside. Everyone turned their heads in unison, only to see a delicate and handsome youth of about ten years of age stumbling into the inn.
Seeing the youth, everyone's eyes lit up.
It was not that the youth was stunningly beautiful, but the robe he wore was clearly the same style as Wang Lu's, just that the quality was a bit worse. He was probably the errand boy.
Wang Lu himself looked a bit tricky, but this errand boy was much more tender. If they wanted to know more about this eye-catching competitor, this was the opportunity.
"This little brother …"
A knowledgeable servant coughed to attract the errand boy's attention.
"Have you seen my young master? He's about my age … "
"Oh, little brother, you might as well come and tell me in detail. There are so many people coming and going here, I don't know which one you're talking about."
The errand boy froze for a moment and then nodded.
However, obviously, someone didn't want to give these princelings the chance to talk. The Lady Boss knocked on the counter. "Your young master is called Wang Lu, right? He's already upstairs, second floor, third room from the left. Also, remember not to make any noise here. "
The errand boy froze for a moment, then hurriedly thanked the Lady Boss and flew upstairs, his footsteps full of joy.
"Young master, young master! I'm coming! "
The Lady Boss flew into a rage and slammed the counter. "I told you to shut up! Didn't you hear me?"
Then, everyone in the lobby saw a jar of Nu 'er Hong fly out from behind the counter and hit the stairs under the page boy's feet. The little attendant was so scared that he almost fainted. He didn't dare to make any noise and went upstairs dejectedly.
However, the Lady Boss's anger had clearly not subsided. She looked around the hall and quickly picked out the son of a certain Grand Preceptor from the crowd.
"Oh, you, it's you, the one who was kicked away by me. You just ordered a jar of Nu 'er Hong, right? Come and settle the bill, one thousand taels per jar, thank you. "
Wen Bao was shocked. "When did I ever order Nu 'er Hong!?"
"Just now when I threw it out to hit people. Why, do you want to order another jar?"
Seeing that the Lady Boss had already single-handedly picked up a large jar of wine that was more than two feet tall, Wen Bao's face was aghast. "I'll pay, I'll pay now!"
Putting away her ill-gotten gains, the Lady Boss's face did not show any signs of happiness. Her gaze swept across the lobby once more, and she sighed in a voice that many could hear.
"A bunch of trash."
— —
On the second floor, the attendant excitedly pushed open the young master's door.
"Young Master, I'm here!"
Wang Lu, who was sitting in front of the desk, raised his head in surprise. "Hey, why are you here!? Go back quickly! "
The attendant stood at the door, wanting to cry but having no tears. He pitifully looked at the young master in the room.
Wang Lu was also very helpless. "I remember I told you not to come."
The attendant had a bitter face. "Master asked me to come. He said it's not safe for you to come to this Immortal Gathering alone."
"I'll be safe if I bring you along? Your surname is not Du … Sigh, father has always been muddle-headed. I told you not to be muddle-headed like him. "
The attendant emphasized, "It was Master who asked me to come."
Wang Lu sighed. "If he asked you to come, you could have broken your legs and asked for sick leave."
The attendant, "I …"
"If you don't want to make it so tragic, you can also drink croton liquid. In short …" Wang Lu paused and looked at the innocent and bitter face of the attendant. He shook his head helplessly. "Forget it. Come in."
The attendant cheered and ran into the room with a big and small bag on his back.
Although he was stupid, he had been with the young master for many years. He knew that the young master was always tough on the outside but soft on the inside.
— —
Contrary to the imagination of the Crown Prince's followers, the attendant and the young master were not from the royal palace, nor were they cultivators.
They were just a pair of ordinary farmers from the Wang Family Village in the northern corner of the Dog Ear Mountain in the Marquis County of the Great Ming Kingdom in the Blue River Region.
The young master's surname was Wang and his name was Lu. He was the son of the richest man in the Wang Family Village. Before he was nine years old, he had the name Wang Tudi, which was full of rustic flavor. Later, after learning from others, he simplified "Tudi" to "Lu".
The attendant's surname was also Wang. He was the son of a merchant in the Wang Family Village. After an accident, his parents died. The kind-hearted Old Master Wang took him in to study with the young master Wang Lu for seven years.
Seven years later, the young master in the eyes of the attendant was always full of mysteries. He was always so incredible and incomprehensible. More than two years ago, the Old Master invited a teacher from the Hanzong Library in the Dongdao Prefecture to guide the young master at a high price. It was said that the old scholar with a goatee had taught seven or eight Jinshi. He was also a prominent figure in the Great Ming Kingdom. Soon after he entered the village, he changed the young master's name. However, after teaching the young master for only two years, he sighed that there were really people in the world who were born with knowledge. He had nothing to teach, so he didn't dare to mislead the young master, so he left.
Before leaving, the old scholar said that the young master was a talented scholar. It was not difficult for him to enter the court in the future. Old Master Wang was happy that the only son of the Wang Family had a promising future. On the other hand, he was distressed that the old scholar gave him ten years of salary in advance, but refused to return the remaining eight years.
Unfortunately, the Heavens did not follow his wishes. Although the young master was a genius, he had no interest in poetry and had no intention of becoming an official. As soon as the old scholar left, he buried the books in the courtyard, saying that he wanted to provide energy for future generations after hundreds of millions of years. He was even more arrogant.
"Meat eaters are despicable, disdaining to conspire."
Well, he didn't even put the Great Ming Kingdom in his eyes. But when the Old Master asked the young master what he wanted to do.
"Immortal cultivation."
Immortal cultivation!? Old Master Wang was so shocked that he almost couldn't take care of himself.
How could immortal cultivation be so easy! Immortals and mortals had different paths. This was an old saying passed down since ancient times. It was easier said than done for mortals to pry into the mysteries of immortal cultivation! Just the introduction to immortal cultivation, drawing qi into the body, made the vast majority of people disappointed and frustrated.
Only those who had the fortune of heaven and earth and the fortune of immortals had the qualification to immortal cultivation. This qualification was called spirit root.
In the Nine Regions, there was not even one in ten thousand people with spirit root. In the past hundred years, it was even rarer to see one. It was on the verge of extinction. Rumor had it that one needed ten lives worth of merit to exchange for a low rank spirit root. Old Master Wang had done good deeds throughout his life, and now he was the richest man in the Wang Family Village. However, he was still seven to eight lives worth of merit before he could obtain the qualification to immortal cultivation.
But since his son had opened his mouth, as a father, other than using all his strength to push him on the road to immortality, what else could he do? Old Master Wang couldn't eat for a month, couldn't sleep at night, and lost a whole ten pounds. Finally, he found a way.
Everyone knew that immortal cultivation was difficult. Fortunately, there was always a way. Legend has it that there was a miraculous elixir in the world. After taking it, even mortals could obtain a trace of immortal fate, which was to open their spirit root. This elixir could be bought with money. The second richest man in the Wang Family Village, Wang Dafu, spent a hundred thousand silver taels to send his son, Wang Xiaohu, to the Seven Stars Sect to cultivate.
Old Master Wang had been thrifty all his life. He was reluctant to spend money, but he was even more reluctant to let his son down. Thus, he spent money like water. Spirit Root Development Pill, Six Harmonies Pill, Seven Stars Breathing Method … The old man collected all the resources in front of his son.
Who knew that Wang Lu didn't care about it at all.
"Dad, you don't understand immortal cultivation, these things are useless."
Old Master Wang blew his beard and glared at his son. "I spent tens of thousands of taels, how could it be useless?"
Wang Lu was silent for a moment, and then nodded his head in gratitude. However, the next day, he sold the pile of goods to Wang Dafu and Wang Xiaohu, who were thirsting for immortal cultivation, at a fifty percent markup.
In the next few months, Wang Lu never mentioned anything about immortal cultivation. The whole family thought that this matter had come to an end, and Wang Lu's interest in immortal cultivation had faded. However, a month ago, the news of the Spirit Sword Mountain's Immortal Gathering came to the village, and it once again set off a wave.
"Dad, I want to go to the Immortal Gathering, lend me some money."
"What fresh food gathering?"
"It's not fresh food, it's the Lingjian School's recruitment event."
"You want to cultivate again!?"
"I haven't given up yet!"
Regarding his son's persistence, Old Master Wang's choice was to take a new concubine — there was no other way. It seemed like he couldn't count on Wang Lu for his family business, so he could only give birth to a new one.
Of course, for Wang Lu, Old Master Wang still gave his full support. The little errand boy rushed to the Spirit Sword Mountain one day after Wang Lu. The big and small bags on his back were worth no less than two hundred thousand taels of silver. Even with the Wang family's wealth, it was still a huge amount.
In order for Wang Lu to smoothly become an Immortal, Master Wang had gone all out. His love for Wang Lu was so deep that the little errand boy was both envious and touched.
—
In the room, Wang Lu suspiciously looked at the errand boy's bag. "What's this?"
The errand boy smiled, opened the bag, and took out a porcelain bottle. "Young master, look, it's a high-rank Spirit Root Culture!"
Wang Lu slapped the table and stood up. "Sh * t, it's that pile of junk again? Throw it out, it's annoying to look at it! "
The errand boy was shocked. "How can I throw it out? Master spent a lot of money to buy it! It's not the same as last time, it's a high-rank, high-rank! Young master, you also know that if a mortal wants to become an immortal, they have to take the Immortal Ascension Powder. After forty-five days, they will develop their spiritual roots. However, if they use the Spirit Root Culture, the process will be greatly shortened, and the quality of the spiritual roots will be more stable. Now, there's only a week before the Immortal Gathering, only the high-rank Spirit Root Culture can help young master have a spiritual root! Ah, that's right, there's also the Seven Stars Breathing Method. Master got it from the Seven Stars Sect … "
Wang Lu sighed. "That's enough. Don't take out the Pheasant Qigong and Herculean Strength Pills. Just take them away."
The errand boy was stunned for a long time. Then, with a sad face, he said, "Young master, since you want to become an immortal, why don't you take these pills? If a mortal wants to become an immortal, this is the only way … "
Wang Lu sighed. "Yes, why do you think?"
The errand boy tilted his head and blinked. He really wanted to say, "Could it be that young master needs to take the pills?" However, there was a difference between master and servant, so he didn't dare to say it out loud. He just used warm water to wash the Spirit Root Culture. Suddenly, the room was filled with the fragrance of medicine. The errand boy praised, "It's indeed a high-rank pill."
Then, he continued to look at Wang Lu with anticipation.
In the village, the little errand boy used this trick to tease the neighbor's Da Huang. It was tried and tested, but at that time, he used bones.
Sure enough, Wang Lu opened his mouth. "Wang Zhong …"
The errand boy quickly nodded. "Young master, please say it."
"There's indeed only one way for a mortal to become an immortal, but when did I say I'm a mortal?"
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