Okay.

Seeing his determination, the eldest brother let him go.

"Let's start distributing the things."

The rules set by the eldest brother were fairly fair, but also quite troublesome.

The sword option, in particular, is the most competitive.

Who is more suited to this sword, who is more suited to that sword, and who can bring out the greatest potential from this sword...

The process is extremely complex.

Sometimes people even have to go up and dance for a bit.

The raccoon squatted nearby, watching them yawn several times over the issue of distributing the longswords, its mind wandering off in a daze.

I wonder how Xiao Shang distributed so many weapons in the original story.

Wouldn't they give one to each of his friends?

The raccoon pouted.

To be honest, although she had only met his friends once or twice, Pu Yun and the like gave her the impression of being just fair-weather friends.

Jia Xitong was now taking turns watching the original story with Xiao Shang and Ting Bao, and the meager amount of original plot information she had in her mind had long since become blurred.

Would the original author, Xiao Shang, be that stupid?

A new day,

In the original story, Shang Yanting took a nap after using the incantation talisman.

When he woke up, it was already dark outside.

The wound on my chest still hurts, but a thick scab has formed.

In the pitch-black room, he slowly sat up.

The lack of light did not impair his vision at all; he got out of bed and slowly walked out.

There is a well near the schoolhouse.

Having not drunk water for a long time, he laboriously scooped up half a bucket and then submerged his entire face in it. The icy water quenched his thirst, but it also caused his stomach, which had been deprived of food for so long, to spasm.

Another wave of pain.

He couldn't help but gag.

He vomited up most of the water he had just drunk, and the cool night breeze clung to him, making him feel lonely and desolate.

After a long while, he slowly stood up and walked towards the dense forest outside the academy.

The spirit had given him two of those talismans that could hold a lot of things. He remembered the patterns on them; they were exactly the same.

But he threw it away.

It was thrown away when we were passing through this dense forest.

This all happened a few days ago, and he wasn't sure if the thing was still there, if it had been damaged, or if it had been wetted by the jungle dew.

Guided by his memory, he arrived at the place where he had thrown things away.

This is the place.

Shang Yanting bent down and searched through the dense weeds.

At night, there are many mosquitoes, snakes, and rats.

He searched with difficulty, panting, and after a long time, he finally found half a piece of red paper. It was damp and tattered, and the talismans on it were smudged beyond recognition.

In the original story, Shang Yanting picked up the destroyed talisman and examined it for a long time before crumpling the damp, tattered talisman into a ball.

He should have known this would happen.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard two birds chirping.

His movements seemed to have startled the birds above, and Shang Yanting frowned as he looked up. A small section of red was visible at the edge of the nest.

That is...

He endured the pain, channeled his spiritual power, and leaped onto the tree trunk. Inside the bird's nest lay a red talisman.

It's one of those spatial talismans that can store items!

Because it was used by birds to build nests, it was neither damaged nor damp, only slightly wrinkled.

In the original story, Shang Yanting chased away the birds in the tree and took out the talisman. He tried to put the newly found Sumeru Talisman into a tree branch. The moment the talisman touched the branch, the branch disappeared from his hand.

It's intact!

He looked at the intact talisman, and a slight smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

Something that I had given up hope of suddenly appeared, as if I had found it by chance.

In that instant, he had a feeling that he was also lucky.

But is it really just good luck?

Shang Yanting looked at the pitch-black school buildings and the mountain range that stretched out like a monster, and his smile vanished instantly.

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On the other side

After a long period of redistribution of the magical artifacts, the senior brothers finally obtained artifacts that were generally satisfactory to each other in a way that best suited their individual needs.

The most competitive Earth-rank sword was awarded to Huo Rui.

Because he is indeed the most suitable person.

Huo Rui, having received the sword, bowed deeply to them.

He had previously addressed them as "Master Uncle" because of Yan Qing, but now he finally understood why Yan Qing, a cold-blooded and ruthless person who prioritized self-interest, was willing to keep these senior brothers, whose strength was generally weak.

"Don't feel pressured, you deserve this."

The eldest brother spoke on behalf of the others.

The second Earth-rank magic treasure is the Sun and Moon Golden Wheel.

Unexpectedly... such a treasure actually fell into the hands of the eleventh prince!

Since none of them used the Golden Wheel as a weapon, the Eleventh Brother performed the best in the final competition, and he was the one who got the lucky break.

The key issue is that all Lao Shiyi (Old Eleven) cares about is money.

The eldest brother had to warn him, "Eleventh brother, if you dare to sell this Earth-rank magic weapon, I will break your legs on behalf of our master!"

"Senior brother, you've forgotten that I'm a body cultivator."

Indestructible.

Old Eleven touched the treasure, his smile particularly sly.

"Um."

The eldest brother nodded, "Then let Iron Egg Flower burn you to death, which can be considered cleaning up the sect."

After the eldest brother finished speaking, the nineteenth brother immediately picked up the iron egg flower, his eyes showing excitement.

Eleventh Senior Brother's interpersonal relationships... are visibly poor.

Although the remaining weapons weren't of the Earth rank, everyone basically managed to choose the weapons they wanted. Except for the second senior brother, who always wanted to be the best, and who not only didn't get anything good, but was also given a magic-grade spear that was somewhat related to a staff.

"Senior Brother!"

He hugged his senior brother and cried, regretfully, "They don't want this."

The eldest disciple coldly replied, "Get lost!"

The second senior brother continued shamelessly, "There are still so many magical artifacts left. Can't you give them one more, considering that their artifact is the worst?"

Senior Brother: "Get lost!"

All right.

The second senior brother never expected that his shameful act would lead to such a terrible fate.

He glanced at the magical artifacts of his fellow disciples, lingered on the dusty brick in his tenth junior brother's hand for a couple more seconds, and then muttered to himself, "Actually, it's not so bad. With my tenth junior brother around, I'm not the worst."

He spoke quite loudly, and his tenth senior brother heard him.

The tenth junior brother, carrying the raccoon on his back, rolled his eyes at the second senior brother and said, "Second senior brother, I think yours is the worst."

Watching them argue back and forth, the straightforward Niu Niu felt that the twenty senior uncles were not as harmonious as Huo Rui had described.

look,

They're about to fight.

"Or perhaps we should consider how to get out of here; there's still a black dragon outside that we haven't dealt with yet."

Niu Niu thought he was very clever for changing the subject—

Who would have thought that there would come a day when Niu Chuanchuan would be navigating between his senior masters, smoothing out their delicate relationships!

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