Chapter 126: Meeting Old Friends Again

"Junior sister, I may not be able to accompany you back to the sect. The demon world has been in turmoil recently. I, the nominal Demon Lord, have to go back to clean up the mess." Nangong Wentian still looked like a scholar in white clothes, and there was guilt in his eyes when he looked at Xiaobai.

He also wanted to go back with Xiaobai, but he had to start planning some things.

"Okay, Third Brother, you should be careful."

“Don’t worry, senior brother has prepared a lot of pills in your storage bag. The poison pills are in another black storage bag. Don’t take the wrong one.” Nangong Wentian touched Xiaobai’s head.

"Junior Master, I have already dealt with everything. Let's set off and go back. Someone in the sect is waiting for you." Liu Fufeng had something urgent to deal with, and just as the matter in Medicine King Valley was finished, he came back to pick up Xiaobai.

Xiaobai took out the exquisite little dagger. If the Heavenly Book hadn't told him, he wouldn't have known that it was actually a sword, and not from this world.

Their spiritual intelligence had been awakened, so three of them, two flying swords and one flying a knife, flew towards the sect.

Fan Wuzhi was speechless when he looked at the two great statues at the entrance of the mountain.

What is going on? Everyone is looking for their own junior sister. I also want to find one.

When Xiaobai arrived at the sect, he saw a group of people gathered at the entrance.

Soon, only three streaks of light were seen streaking across the sky and landing steadily in front of the mountain gate of Qingling Sect.

As Fan Wuzhi had said in the message, a large group of people gathered at the mountain gate.

It was dark and eye-catching.

Xiaobai immediately caught a glimpse of the burly figure in the crowd who was particularly conspicuous and almost a head taller than everyone else.

"Almu?" She called in a baby voice, her little brows slightly furrowed, as if confirming.

When the figure heard the call, he immediately grinned naively, revealing two rows of white teeth, and waved his hand vigorously.

An elder who was wearing the uniform of the Giant Spirit Sect and had a calm aura came up to him with a big smile on his face, bowed to Xiaobai, and was extremely respectful.

"Meet Junior Uncle-Master!"

This title made Xiaobai a little confused, but the Heavenly Book explained in her sea of ​​consciousness in due time, because she was the ancestor's last disciple and had a very high seniority.

The elder continued, “It’s that kid Almu.

Our sect leader heard that Junior Uncle-Master is a genius, so he specially ordered me to send him here, hoping that he can practice with you, absorb your immortal energy, and broaden his horizons. "

Xiaobai blinked his big eyes and looked at his head senior brother Fan Wuzhi next to him.

She has no say in this matter.

Fan Wuzhi had a helpless yet slightly indulgent smile on his face, and it was obvious that he already knew about it.

Upon seeing this, the elder of the Juling Sect immediately turned to Fan Wuzhi and handed him a bulging storage bag without any hesitation.

"Master Fan, this is just a small token of my appreciation. It is the food expenses for Almu's future stay in your sect. I hope you will accept it."

Fan Wuzhi waved his hand gently and tried to push the storage bag back.

"You are too polite, elder. Since Almu is here to practice with Junior Sister, he is a guest of Qingling Sect. We can still afford to support one more person."

He thought to himself, it’s just a matter of two more pairs of chopsticks.

"Hey! Master Fan, what you said is wrong."

However, the elder of the Giant Spirit Sect was firm in his attitude. He stuffed the storage bag back into the bag without allowing anyone to refuse, with a mysterious expression on his face that said "you don't understand".

"You don't know, the disciples of our Juling Sect have such a big appetite..."

He exaggeratedly made a huge circle with his hands, and then pointed to Almu, which looked like a small hill next to him.

"That's quite amazing. Ordinary families really can't afford to support him. You must accept this little gift, otherwise our sect leader and I will have trouble sleeping and eating."

Fan Wuzhi was a little amused by this scene. He felt that the storage bag in his hand was heavy, and not just in weight.

He had no choice but to send a wisp of his spiritual consciousness to probe into the storage bag.

The next moment, the gentle smile on his face froze instantly, and a trace of unbelievable astonishment flashed deep in his eyes.

In the storage bag, neatly stacked high-quality spirit stones were gleaming with a warm light. A quick glance revealed that there were at least tens of thousands of them.

Tens of thousands of high-quality spirit stones as food expenses?

Fan Wuzhi's hand holding the storage bag was trembling slightly, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

I’m afraid what you’re eating is dragon liver and phoenix marrow.

The elder of the Juling Sect had been observing Fan Wuzhi's expression, and when he saw that he had been silent for a long time with a strange expression, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Oh no! Is it too little?

Yes, now that Qingling Sect has a figure like Junior Uncle-Master, his vision is naturally extraordinary.

An even more eager and slightly panicked expression immediately appeared on his face, and he slapped his thigh hard.

"Oh, Master Fan, I was inconsiderate. Is this not enough?"

He turned around and shouted to the several Juling Sect disciples behind him who were also very sturdy, "What are you guys still doing? Go to the town at the foot of the mountain and find work, moving mountains, mining, anything.

Be sure to gather some more spirit stones for Sect Leader Fan before dark."

Upon hearing this, the disciples responded with a roar, rolled up their sleeves, turned around and rushed down the mountain.

"Wait, wait, wait."

Fan Wuzhi was horrified when he saw this. He quickly stepped forward, grabbed the elder, and said urgently: "Elder, you have misunderstood. It's not missing! It's not missing!"

He took a deep breath and said in a complicated tone: "Yes... it's too much! It's really too much. Even if Almu took a panacea every meal, he wouldn't be able to use so much."

Tens of thousands of high-quality spirit stones are enough resources for ordinary disciples of Qingling Sect to practice for several years.

The elder of the Juling Sect was stunned when he heard this, then he suddenly realized and laughed heartily.

"Oh, look at my brain, Master Fan, please don't blame me, don't blame me."

He patted Fan Wuzhi's arm, looking like he was saying, "You're worrying too much."

"Master Fan, you don't know the situation of our Juling Sect."

"We individual cultivators don't have anything else but great strength and the ability to work."

"Think about it, if the sects or families outside want to build a cave, open a mine, or move some heavy spiritual materials, it would be too expensive to ask a formation master to set up a formation and move it, and it would also cost a lot to ask a talisman master to draw a powerful talisman."

"Please ask our disciples from the Juling Sect to go. One person can do the work of several people, and the price is fair."

"So, we take on all kinds of jobs, big or small, and we're never picky."

"Sometimes people don't have spiritual stones, but they give us some rare spiritual wood, ancient herbs, or unique minerals, and we accept them all."

The elder had a proud look on his face and continued, "Over the years, although our Juling Sect looks rough, this warehouse has rarely been empty. Other sects may worry about resources, but as long as we are willing to work hard, we don't have to worry about food and clothing."

He straightened his chest and concluded in a loud voice:

"There is a saying among us in the Juling Sect: 'As long as you work hard, you will be able to have enough to eat.'"

Fan Wuzhi listened to these honest and tough words, looked at the simple yet shrewd smile on the elder's face, then looked at the astonishing amount of "meal money" in his hand, and finally his gaze fell on Xiaobai who was blinking his big eyes and looking curious.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and finally he sighed helplessly and put away the storage bag.

"Okay, Elder, if that's the case, then I'll accept it for Almu for now."

But I was thinking in my heart that I need to re-evaluate Almu's appetite.

Seeing this, Xiaobai pulled Fan Wuzhi's sleeve and said with his face raised, "Master, Almu is my friend. Can he stay?"

Fan Wuzhi felt warm at the sight of his delicate and pretty junior sister, and his previous helplessness and confusion instantly disappeared.

"Of course, Junior Sister's friends are our Qingling Sect's friends."

He touched Xiaobai's head and a gentle smile returned to his face.

Xiaobai just felt relieved, but when he turned his head, he noticed that there was a large group of people standing nearby.