Cultivator Master Reborn To High School

Zhang Haorann found Jin Baofann.    

At this moment, Jin Baofann was making cultivation arrangements for the newly joined Half Immortals.    

Upon seeing Zhang Haorann, Jin Baofann signaled Zhang Haorann to wait.    

After a while, Jin Baofann finished what he was doing.    

"Messenger Jin, I want to participate in the Small Competition." Wu Tie said.    

"What?" Jin Baofann thought he misheard, "You've only been in for six or seven days, have you been cultivating in Tianzhao Pond every day?"    

"He's cultivating." Zhang Haorann lied.    

"Oh." Jin Baofann nodded his head, "You are Third Grade Half-immortal, there is no problem to participate in the Guardian Competition. There is still over twenty days left, fill in this form and I will report it to you."    

"Alright."    

Zhang Haorann filled in the form, name, strength, and other information.    

Jin Baofann nodded with satisfaction. He had a good impression of Zhang Haorann. He was modest and confident.    

Suddenly, a ruckus was heard from the messenger's division.    

"Emissary Zheng, is this all you arranged for me? Are you looking down on me, or are you intentionally targeting me? " The one who spoke was a red-robed youth. As he spoke, his voice rose and his face flushed with excitement, "Let me tell you, my uncle is the number one disciple of the Fire Cloud Courtyard. Envoy Zheng, you are fawning on me like this."    

Beside the red-robed youth, there was a woman. The two of them seemed to have a pretty good relationship. When the red-robed youth was showing off, he intentionally glanced at the woman, as if saying, "Do you see my mighty appearance?"    

Jin Baofann's fat body rushed over in an instant. When he arrived in front of the red-robed youth, he raised his hand and slapped him.    

"What are you yelling about? "Is it worth it for Old Zheng to yell here just because he's so old?" Jin Baofann glared at the red-robed youth. He raised his other hand as if he was going to attack the red-robed youth if the red-robed youth said another word.    

Zhang Haorann was astonished. This Jin Baofann was actually quite brave and fearless.    

The red-robed youth flew into a rage, "Damn fatty, where did you come from?"    

"I am the messenger of the messenger." Jin Baofann snatched the Talisman Seal from Old Zheng, looked at Yuan Qi's personal information, and taunted: "A mere Second Grade Half-immortal, yet you're screaming here. Who cares, scram!"    

Old Zheng shook his head slightly, meaning that Jin Baofann didn't need to help him.    

Jin Baofann said sincerely: "Old Zheng, as the head disciple's messenger, it is our duty to accept cultured disciples for Tianzhao Courtyard. This Yuan Qi is a Second Grade Half-immortal, I have read the cultivation plan that you have given him, it would not be wrong to say that it was tailored for him."    

After Jin Baofann said this, he tore off the Talisman Seal in his hands, causing Yuan Qi's personal information to fall like a pile of paper.    

The surrounding Half Immortals were flabbergasted; this fatty was so strong!    

"Fatty, just you wait!" Yuan Qi stomped his feet in anger and left with the woman beside him.    

Jin Baofann returned to Zhang Haorann's side.    

"Zhang Fann, I'm sorry for what happened just now. There was an accident." Jin Baofann returned to his smiling face, "You should focus on your training for the next few days. I still have good impression of you in the Small Competition."    

"Thank you, Messenger Jin, for your kind intentions." Wu Tie said.    

Jin Baofann seemed to have thought of something, he lowered his voice and said, "Let me ask you, have you gotten a private house recently?"    

"Yeah, Messenger Jin, how did you know?"    

"It really is you!" Jin Baofann sized up Zhang Haorann and muttered to himself, "I really didn't know that you could live in that kind of place. Do you know that the private house you live in is not ordinary? Many Tianzhao Courtyard private residences were already overcrowded, and no one dared to live in the remaining one. "    

"What is it? There's something special about the house I live in? " Zhang Haorann was puzzled, he indeed felt that the layout of his private house was a little strange.    

"The last owner of the house you lived in was a woman." Jin Baofann sighed when he mentioned this.    

Woman?    

Zhang Haorann suddenly understood.    

That's true.    

No matter what he said, the layout of the private house was very strange. It was not a Feng Shui layout, and it even looked a bit awkward. So the previous owner of the private house was a woman, then it made sense.    

"Do you know who that person is?" Zhang Haorann asked casually.    

"Of course I know." Jin Baofann said in a low voice, "Her name is Wen Suanxin, she is the mother of our Tianzhao Courtyard Protector Wen. Unfortunately, Wen Suanxin, for some reason, is depressed, so she placed Magical Formation in her private house, turned into mud, and became the nourishment for the trees in the private house. This method of returning to the dust is unexpected for many people, and not many people know about this, but most people only think that Wen Suxin left the Tianzhao Courtyard and went elsewhere."    

"For so many years, that private house was always empty, no one dared to live in it, afraid of angering Protector Wen, so now that you have lived in that private house, this matter has spread like wildfire throughout the Tianzhao Courtyard. Honestly speaking, I admire you, if Protector Wen wants you to live in it, then you will have to live in it."    

Zhang Haorann was speechless. He had the Three Moons Cauldron and had to own an independent private house, otherwise, it would be bad if someone saw him repairing the Three Moons Cauldron.    

Jin Baofann lowered his voice and said meaningfully, "Zhang Fann, don't you have a good relationship with Protector Wen?"    

"I've never seen Protector Wen before, not even once."    

"Really?"    

"I really haven't seen it before."    

Jin Baofann repeatedly sized up Zhang Haorann. This brat didn't sound like he was lying, but when he thought about it, it didn't make any sense that Protector Wen was willing to provide Zhang Haorann with private residences.    

Jin Baofann could faintly feel that he seemed to have seen an indistinct clue, but he couldn't grasp it.    

Zhang Haorann also felt the same way. However, he had no interest in exploring anything else. Becoming a peak Dao Body as soon as possible and regaining his true Immortal cultivation base was what he cared about the most. Anything else wasn't important.    

Not long after he returned to his residence, Su Chen and Mo Jia found him.    

"Zhang Fann, come with us to the market to play." Mo Jia suggested.    

"Market?"    

"Yeah, every year, one month before the competition begins, every Qingyu Sect guard would hold a bazaar. In the bazaar, there would be half-deity setting up stalls to sell treasures during the day, some selling medicinal herbs, some selling magic tools, some selling Medicine Pill s and cauldrons, and some even selling cultivation techniques."    

Mo Jia smiled and said, "Of course. If you want to buy it, you must buy a treasure of equivalent value."    

Zhang Haorann nodded. The market can also be bought with silver. However, the Half Immortals don't particularly care about money, so most of them only trade for some treasures.    

Su Chen held an octagonal treasure box in her hands. There was a clanging sound from inside, there must be some treasure inside.    

On the other hand, Mo Jia held a row of pearls in her hand. It was sparkling and translucent, and engraved on it were inscriptions and diagrams. From a glance, one could tell that it was an extraordinary object.    

"Zhang Fann, come with us. Let's see how we'll trade for treasures!" Mo Jia said.    

"Alright, I'll accompany you to the market place to take a look." Zhang Haorann agreed that Mo Jia and Protector Wen were relatives and that there were usually not many people who would be willing to get close to him for fear of rumours. Therefore, only Zhang Haorann could care less about such things.    

On the way to the market.    

"Zhang Fann, you're not prepared for anything?" Su Chen was surprised.    

"Prepare what?"    

"Prepare treasures, trade with the stalls and half-deities in the market. Otherwise, if you go empty-handed, you wouldn't just simply be accompanying us, right?" Su Chen felt that she was getting more and more confused about Zhang Haorann. This person's way of thinking and methods were not on the same level as hers.    

"Hehe, I don't need to exchange for treasures." Zhang Haorann said lightly. His tone revealed a trace of extremely strong confidence.    

The vast memories of his past life, what treasure was more precious than these memories?    

Just by using the Celestial Method Void Space to condense a sword technique, even if he took out the most powerful technique, he still could not compare to it.    

Su Chen was right, Zhang Haorann really did accompany him to take a look.    

The Tianzhao Courtyard Market was at the foot of the mountain. Looking around, there were over a thousand Half Immortals that were shouting out loud, and all sorts of treasures were placed before them.    

Low level Universe Spiritual Treasure, medicinal herbs, Yellow Level Beast Core, ordinary tools, cauldrons, cultivation techniques, etc.    

The number of Half Immortals who came was endless.    

"There are many people who have signed up to participate in this year's Courtyard Small Competition so that they can exchange for treasures that suit them. It will be very lively here in the next month." Su Chen said excitedly.    

"The two of you also signed up to participate in the Small Competition?" Zhang Haorann was curious.    

"Of course." Mo Jia nodded, "To participate in the Courtyard Small Competition, one would be able to obtain a rich reward, and it is even more precious than the treasures laid out in the market! Su Chen and I are from the Third Grade Half-immortal, so we have a very good chance to place in the top five of this year's Guardian Competition's' Third Grade Half-immortal 'group. "    

"Last year, Mo Jia and I won the top five in the Courtyard Competition. This time, we must work even harder and obtain a better ranking."    

Mo Jia was a relative of Protector Wen. With such a close relationship, the benefits she received usually were not small. She had put in less effort than ordinary people, yet she had more treasures than ordinary people.    

Su Chen and Mo Jia walked in the market and stopped from time to time. Zhang Haorann was right behind them.    

"Hmm?" Zhang Haorann looked back and vaguely saw a familiar figure: tiger head?    

At this moment, Mo Jia stopped in her tracks. She was standing beside a stall, and the stall owner was a beauty, her beauty was slightly weaker than Mo Jia's.    

"So beautiful." Mo Jia's eyes were shining as she stared at the pearl.    

Zhang Haorann was speechless. He seemed to understand Mo Jia's intention in coming to the market.    

When Mo Jia looked at the pearl, she saw that it wasn't a magical equipment, but an ornament. It was just that it was pretty.    

"I've decided. I want to exchange for this." Mo Jia was happy.    

"Oh, so it's Mo Jia. My Ghastly Pearl suits your temperament." The booth owner said with a smile.    

"Mm, I'll trade this with you." Mo Jia took out a bunch of bracelet with a sparkling and translucent radiance on it.    

The booth owner was pleasantly surprised. "Mo Jia, this is a magical equipment you're holding. If you're not mistaken, it's one of the top five Third Grade Half-immortal rewards from last year's Small Competition."    

Mo Jia nodded.    

Su Chen gave Zhang Haorann an awkward smile, as if saying that she was used to it was enough.    

Mo Jia passed the bracelet to the beauty at the stall. Suddenly, an immense force came from somewhere and in an instant, the stall of the beauty started to crack. With a 'hualala', all of it shattered.    

The ornaments fell to the floor.    

The surrounding Half Immortals all looked over.    

"It's the tiger's head!"    

"The tiger has smashed other people's stalls!"    

"Eh, isn't that Zhang Fann?"    

"In the pill room, Zhang Fann had a conflict with the old tiger in order to get his position."    

Everyone started talking at once.    

The Half Immortals gathered around him.    

The beautiful face of the stall owner instantly turned green. Someone had smashed her booth!