Chapter 454
Yun Jin held his sword horizontally to stop the two men from bending slightly, and then in the silence in the hall, he frowned slightly and took out his Qiankun bag on the spot.
Just when everyone was using their spiritual sense and eyes to communicate implicitly whether she was about to prepare a gift for Cang Shu's young son to become his apprentice, Yun Jin actually picked up the Qiankun bag and shook it down.
Looking at her actions, a question mark slowly appeared over the heads of the monks.
The next second, a series of tinkling and clanging sounds were heard, and then a bunch of strange and tattered things were shaken out of the Qiankun bag.
And the rare treasures of heaven and earth that they imagined were glittering and fragrant...
All the monks fixed their eyes on the only intact thing among the pair of rubble.
A stack of books.
A cultivator with outstanding spiritual awareness took a quick look and slowly read out the words on the cover of the top book: "Sword Cultivator's Tree Planting Secret Book - Volume 1?"
Yun Jin looked coldly at the fellow Taoist who didn't know how to restrain his voice.
The other party came back to his senses instantly and hid in the crowd awkwardly.
But he and many others had the same thought at the same time: You in the Sword Sect...are you always so idle on weekdays?
There are also some people who secretly gave up the idea of sending their younger generations to the Sword Sect to become disciples.
What if in the future what you learn is not sword-fighting, but planting trees?
Well, that’s not right. We need to think about this matter more carefully!
All is quiet.
Perhaps the Sword Sect has never been so quiet.
It was so quiet that all the monks held their breath consciously, not daring to provoke Saint Yunjin, who had obviously encountered some mishap.
Among all the monks who came to attend the banquet, there was only one person who twitched his mouth when he looked at the pile of scrap copper and iron on the ground, and then turned his eyes away unnoticeably, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Yun Jin was not so kind as to let her go.
She waved her sleeves and smashed all the "treasures" that were intact three days ago onto the long table in front of the Sword Sect's leader.
A pile of scrap copper and iron soon piled up like a mountain in front of the other party. If the sect master had not dodged quickly, the "remains" of those abandoned treasures would have crushed him to death.
"Ahem...Saint Yunjin, what are you doing?" He wanted to struggle a little more, and pretended to be ignorant and looked at Yunjin.
Yun Jin threw the culprit that she had just held in her hand towards him.
The sect leader was not in a panic. Instead, he waved his sleeves in an extremely sage manner and caught the tiny, seemingly unremarkable cotton seed.
He covered the cotton seeds with his spiritual energy, but before he had time to sense it, he saw that the spiritual energy covering the cotton seeds was devoured.
metropolitan:"……"
Yun Jin was holding the sword to kill evil. Seeing this scene, he just raised his eyes without emotion, and looked at the sect leader who finally felt guilty with eyes that seemed to have seen through everything.
"Since it was found by you and Master together, how can I replace the cottonseed with another one? It is better for you two to offer this cotton seed."
After saying this, she coldly glanced at the baby who was also watching the excitement with his eyes open in the cradle, and said to Cang Shu and his wife who didn't know how to react: "I never accept disciples, but this child has excellent talent, so I will make the decision on behalf of my master and accept him as my last disciple. From now on, he will be my junior brother."
After saying that, Yun Jin paused for a moment, casually pulled off the tassel from the hilt, and handed it to Cang Shu along with the only intact stack of books: "I was in a hurry this time, and I was unable to prepare any gifts for you, Junior Brother. This tassel is like an IOU, and Master will make it up to you next time."
Atractylodes: "..."
Many monks who had been listening for a long time said: "..."
Everyone glanced inconspicuously at the pile of tattered wreckage in front of the Sword Sect's leader, and then looked at Yun Jin who remained calm and unmoved, and silently sighed in their hearts that she was indeed a person who was born lacking in emotions.
Well, how can someone who can talk nonsense and only give a pile of books as a gift under such circumstances not be considered heartless?
After Yunjin finished explaining, she turned around and was about to leave.
Seeing that she really abandoned Mianmian and was not going to care about her anymore, Yunkong, who had been pretending to be dead, finally couldn't help but jump out and muttered to her unhappily: "Why are you like this? Mianmian finally came to you, but in the end you don't want her anymore! When Mianmian wakes up and finds out, she will definitely be sad and cry again..."
Yunjin's footsteps suddenly stopped.
The Sword Sect's leader, who had been chasing after her, watched her turn around and walk towards him, then took the strange cotton seed back.
metropolitan:"……??"
What are you doing? Didn’t you say you don’t want it anymore?
Yun Jin glanced at him calmly and reminded him: "Master, remember to tell Master not to forget to give my gift to Junior Brother."
After saying this, she glanced meaningfully at the pile of "wreckage" behind her that was gradually causing everyone to exclaim.
metropolitan:"……"
The old fox nodded in a sage-like manner, with a gentle smile, as if he had never felt guilty at all.
Yun Jin just left behind the remains of the treasures that had been identified and left the Sword Sect with only a cotton seed in his hand.
The abundant spiritual energy in the Floating World Continent is three times richer than that in the Tianyan Continent, but the most precious thing about the Floating World Continent is not the spiritual energy, but the fact that it is independent of the Tianyan Continent.
In other words, the immortal monks who enter the Floating World Continent can ignore the natural tribulations they need to face in order to improve their cultivation.
Of course, the heavenly tribulation will not disappear. They are still cultivators of the Tianyan Continent and need to embark on the road to immortality from the Tianyan Continent, so the heavenly tribulation will only be temporarily avoided.
Even so, there are countless saints who have long lost their ambitions and are hiding in the Floating World Continent, just waiting quietly for the natural end of their lifespan.
People in the world don’t know that there are actually many saints in the Floating World Continent.
The lifespan possessed by the saints can even be called immortality to ordinary people.
Therefore, as the population increased, some infrastructure necessary for human life came into being in the Floating World Continent.
For example, restaurants, diners, and even saints setting up stalls and shouting, it seems that there is no difference from the mortal world.
However, these scenes in the Floating World Continent are called "returning to nature" by the monks.
Yun Jin was currently sitting in a tavern opened by a Saint.
The wine is the top-notch Lei Yan wine in the world of cultivation. It is extremely hot when you first drink it, but warm and mellow when it goes down your throat. Once it enters your stomach, it will quickly transform into purer spiritual energy and merge into your dantian.
The wine has a thick aroma, and the clear water contains a trace of the power of heavenly tribulation. Drinking this wine in the Floating World Continent may give one some understanding of the path they have cultivated and the tribulation they have to overcome.
Such top-notch wine is naturally very expensive. A small cup requires at least a thousand-year-old spiritual plant, or a spiritual-level magic weapon, a ground-level formation diagram, or a purple-level spiritual beast...
But at this time, Yun Jin asked for a glass of wine, but not for himself.
Instead, he turned around and threw the cotton seed, which had always been quiet and well-behaved, into the wine glass.
The tiny cotton seeds splashed a few drops of the clear and bright wine, which soon sank to the bottom of the cup under Yun Jin's gaze.
Yunkong muttered nervously:
"How can you give alcohol to an embryo? Especially such a strong alcohol. What if Mianmian turns into a drunkard? That's not how you teach your baby before they're born. Are you reliable, sir?
And didn’t Mianmian just…didn’t she just eat some of your goodies? She didn’t do it willingly. It’s all because of those contracted creatures. They’re all reincarnated gluttons…”
Yun Jin listened to the elusive muttering in the void, and her eyes moved slightly.
A little good stuff?
Although that Qiankun bag did not contain all her wealth over the past hundred years, her frequently used items and all the treasures she had obtained in the past ten years were all placed in it.
In just three days...
Yun Jin lowered her eyes, not surprised that the glass of wine that had just been filled was reduced to a thin layer of wine stains at the bottom in the blink of an eye.
There is also a strong aroma of wine in the air that has not yet had time to evaporate.
In the blink of an eye, the last drop of wine at the bottom of the glass disappeared without a trace.
Only a small round cotton seed fell obediently to the bottom of the cup, as if nothing had happened.
Yun Jin did not take it out immediately. Instead, she stared at it for a long time. Then she slowly turned the wine glass upside down, placing the cotton seed between the table and the wine glass.
As expected, she heard that slightly worried voice again.
"…Why did you tie Mianmian up? Mianmian is very afraid of the dark. Although she doesn't know anything yet, what if it has a negative impact on her future growth? Hey, big boss, why don't you take the wine glass away…"
So Yun Jin knew that the strange "big boss" that being was talking about was referring to himself.
And Cotton...
Yun Jin gently stroked the cold wall of the glass with her fingers, slowly moved the glass away, and looked at the cotton seeds on the table that had been well-behaved and motionless.
This cotton seed is cotton.
Yun Jin didn't know why he could suddenly hear other people's thoughts, nor did he know what those two things that could communicate but did not exist were.
She guessed that it might be the ghost of a powerful being, or it might be a new method used by the demons, or even some kind of natural treasure that had become a spirit with supernatural powers...
But the sound that came from next to the cotton seed basically negated her previous guess.
It is impossible for Master and Sect Leader to use a tiny cotton seed to harm me secretly. It is not because they love me so much, but because it is impossible for these two old foxes to use such a stupid and obvious method.
What's more, the youngest son of the Third Elder Cang Shu, who was only three days old, could communicate with other beings like an adult.
Yun Jin pondered, frowned slightly, and kept his thoughts on the bizarre yet very likely guess of "reincarnation with the memory of the previous life".
At the very least, baby Canglan must have a special memory of an adult.
As for the cotton seed in front of him, Yun Jinyi guessed that it might really be as the voice said, a baby in the making?
Yun Jin's expression was subtle for a moment, and this time she finally picked up the cotton seeds that fell alone on the table.
According to what the voice said before, the life in this cotton seed...actually came specifically for me?
Will I feel sad, afraid of the dark, cry, have a fetal baby, be a drunkard... and a contract object?
Yun Jin's slightly wrinkled brows gradually relaxed.
Yunkong, who had been muttering to himself nearby, stopped talking when he saw that she had finally picked up Mianmian. He didn't know that the boss had already discovered his presence. He yawned listlessly, muttered, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
It's so tiring. Taking care of a baby is really not a human job. Even if this so-called baby is just a cotton seed, Yunkong feels that he can't bear it anymore.
God knows how desperate and numb Yunkong’s mechanical heart was when he watched Mianmian waste and consume all the treasures in the Qiankun bag bit by bit.
The only pile of books that survived in the Qiankun bag, although written on the finest spiritual paper, was disliked by Mianmian from the beginning because of the unpleasant smell mixed with the ink.
It’s definitely not because Mianmian doesn’t like reading.
Not long after, the reputation of the sword practitioners was damaged. In the past, they would draw their swords at the slightest disagreement in a fight, but now, if they lost a fight, they would go to the opponent’s sect’s hilltop to plant trees.
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution:
ellen 44 bottles;
Shuchen 10 bottles;
3 bottles of pineapple;
Weeds, Yansi Sheng, Canyuezi 1 bottle;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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