Chapter 141 Strange Rules

After helping to tidy up Doctor Mu's medicine garden for three full days, Xiaobai and Jinggan gained a more personal understanding of the strict rules of the upper world.

An invisible net covers this seemingly free fairyland.

"Brother Jinggan, we can't stay here with Doctor Mu forever. We have to find out the information ourselves." Xiaobai clenched his fists with a serious expression.

Jing Gan nodded, his dark eyes reflecting the little girl's serious face: "Well, it will be more efficient if we act separately."

Thus, the task of collecting intelligence was decided.

But Xiaobai was in trouble.

Her three-and-a-half-year-old body is delicate and delicate, and she doesn't look like someone who can work.

Applying for a job as a spiritual plant boy? People think her hands are not even as tall as a hoe.

To be an apprentice in the alchemy room? I was afraid she would eat the herbs as candy beans.

Xiaobai's big black eyes rolled around, and finally fixed his gaze on the most gorgeous "Rainbow Feathered Robe" robe shop in the center of the city.

She ran in with her short legs, raised her fair little face, and gave a sickly sweet smile to the middle-aged shopkeeper who was counting the bills.

"Uncle shopkeeper, your clothes are so beautiful, more beautiful than the clouds in the sky."

The shopkeeper raised his eyelids and ignored her.

Xiao Bai was not discouraged and continued: "Uncle, you look very kind, and you can be a very good person at first glance."

"My mother said that the things in the shop of a kind-hearted person are all full of fairy spirit."

These words finally made the stern-faced shopkeeper's mouth twitch.

He put down the jade slip and looked down at the little guy who was not even as tall as his counter: "Little girl, you are quite sweet. What do you want to buy?"

"No," Xiaobai shook his head and pointed to a pile of promotional jade slips at the door. "Uncle, I want to help you distribute this."

The shopkeeper frowned: "You? Can you do it?"

"I can do it. I can run very fast." Xiao Bai patted his chest and assured, "Besides, I'm cute. People will definitely be willing to accept the jade slips I give out."

The shopkeeper was amused and twirled his beard: "Okay, take these jade slips and distribute them. When you are done, come to me and get five low-grade crystal stones."

Five low-grade crystals.

Xiaobai's eyes instantly lit up like stars, and he nodded vigorously: "Thank you, Uncle Shopkeeper, I promise to complete the task."

Xiaobai picked up the bag full of jade slips and showed it to the shopkeeper, who was stunned. However, this was the upper realm, so it was normal for him to have infinite strength.

At this moment, Xiaobai was very happy because he finally found a job.

This was the first money she earned with her own ability since she came to the upper world, and it was of great significance.

On the other hand, Jing Gan showed a completely different style.

He found an ancient seven-stringed harp from somewhere, with a temperament as gentle as jade, and walked straight towards the most prosperous restaurant in this world, "Lan Yue Tower".

His goal was clear: to apply to be the chief musician of Lanyue Tower.

Compared with Xiaobai's "grassroots work", Jinggan chose a more direct and more capable path.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it’s already two days later.

It was just daybreak and the morning mist covered the bluestone alley like a veil.

The tiny figure of Xiaobai was squatting in the shadow in front of a bun shop, nibbling on a half-cold meat bun.

In the past two days, she has traveled across most of the market town and has learned a lot about the "Immortal Sect Selection Competition".

She was so hungry that she squatted in front of the stall and stared at it for a long time. In the end, the stall owner, who had a fat face and a ferocious look, couldn't bear to give it to her.

"Here you go, little girl." The stall owner said in a rough voice, "But this is the first time and the last time. If you dare to stand in front of my stall and drool again, I will beat you out with a broom."

With his mouth full of buns, Xiao Bai mumbled his thanks: "Thank you, Big Pot."

She knew that he looked ugly but was kind-hearted.

Xiaobai touched the small storage bag around her waist, which was her only possession.

After thinking for a while, she took out a small jade bottle, poured out a few round pills, and handed them to the stall owner carefully.

"Big brother, this is for you. It was made by my third senior brother. Although it is only a pill from the lower world, it is good for your health."

The third senior brother she mentioned was naturally Nangong Wentian from Qingling Sect. Nangong Wentian was very busy now. These so-called alchemists in front of him insisted on competing with him one after another, which was a waste of time. As he thought about it, the demonic energy in his body leaked out more violently, and he became a little impatient.

The stall owner took the pills that emitted a faint medicinal fragrance with suspicion, weighed them, and put them into his arms without taking them too seriously.

Neither he nor the little girl had expected this.

Not long after, a sudden disaster almost took the stall owner's life. It was these elixirs from the underworld that he had forgotten in the corner that worked miraculously and pulled him back from the brink of death.

After this incident, a legend spread throughout the upper world: There was once a mysterious little girl who gave away "magic medicine from the lower world" in the market place, which was much more effective than the elixirs from the upper world, attracting countless powerful people to secretly search for it.

Of course, this is all a story for later.

At this moment, Xiaobai had just swallowed the last bite of bun and licked the corner of his mouth with satisfaction.

Suddenly, her ears moved.

Not far away under a tea stall, the low voices of the conversation between two monks came clearly into her ears.

"Have you heard? The location of this 'Ascension Selection Competition' has been temporarily changed. It is no longer in our First Heaven, but directly held in the 'Questioning Immortal Platform' in the Second Heaven."

"What?" The other person's voice suddenly rose, then lowered, with disbelief and anger, "Second Heaven? Are those aristocratic families and sects crazy? And the new rules have come out. Only those with a bone age of 80 or below can participate! If you miss this opportunity, you will have to wait another sixty years."

"That's right. Doesn't this put an end to the dreams of those of us who are casual cultivators? You and I have all worked hard to ascend from the lower realms. Who would have thought that cultivating immortals would really have no end."

There was a "crack" sound, which seemed to be the sound of a tea bowl being crushed.

The second level, for people with bone age below 80 years, should do it once every 60 years thereafter.

Xiaobai's heart sank suddenly.

These harsh conditions almost exclude 99% of the lower-level monks, unless they can figure it out on their own later.

Her little head was spinning rapidly and a blurry picture flashed through her mind.

Yesterday, when she was strolling on Suzaku Street, she saw a red-eyed immortal accidentally drop his sword tassel.

She kindly helped pick it up.

When the immortal took the sword tassel, he looked at her deeply. Before leaving, he whispered something in her ear in an extremely strange tone.

"Thanks, little girl. Let me remind you that seven days from now, at 3:30 pm, do not hang around near Suzaku Street. Otherwise, even the gods cannot save you."

At that time, she just thought that this immortal was talking nonsense and didn't take it seriously.

But now the venue of the selection competition has suddenly been changed to the Second Heaven, and Suzaku Street is one of the main streets leading to the Second Heaven teleportation array.

Seven days later, at 3:15 pm, do not go to Suzaku Street.

Could it be that there is some unknown connection between the red-eyed immortal's warning, the sudden change of the selection venue, and the strict rules?

A chill quietly crept up Xiaobai's back.

She subconsciously clenched the corner of her clothes, and for the first time in her clear big eyes, she showed a strong sense of vigilance and uneasiness towards this seemingly peaceful upper world.

The water in the upper world was deeper and much more turbid than she had imagined.