Before long, the two arrived at a mountain on the edge of the village.
The mountain is only a few hundred meters high, with an open space on top. Judging from the trampling marks, it is clear that people come here often.
The girl ignored him, found a rock to sit on, and quietly looked into the distance.
Chu Mo followed her gaze and could see the entire village clearly.
"I can give you the top-grade fairy herb that I win in tomorrow's competition."
The girl didn't turn around to look at him.
If I weren't here, I would have thought she was talking to herself.
"So confident you can win? And why give it to me?"
Chu Mo was surprised that this was what she wanted to talk to him about; she really was a confident girl.
But why would she give the prize to herself?
He certainly didn't think it was because he was handsome that the girl was interested in him.
The girl finally turned around, stared straight at him, and said seriously:
"I started participating in the assessment competition when I was eight years old, but I was too young to beat them."
"But after I turned ten, I never lost again; they couldn't beat me."
"Your words... I heard from Grandpa Qin that you have only been cultivating for a little over three months."
The implication was that Chu Mo, who had only been cultivating for three months, could not possibly be her match.
Chu Mo didn't dwell on the issue of winning or losing, but instead asked with a curious expression:
"Then why did you give me the Immortal Spirit Grass? I heard that it can help Foundation Establishment cultivators quickly break through to the next realm."
"It's not for you, it's an exchange. I can still break through even without the Immortal Spirit Grass."
The girl looked at him seriously and quickly corrected his statement.
"What do you want to exchange?" Chu Mo asked, even more curious.
"Just get a new one... one of those phones that lets you watch people perform."
The girl looked at him calmly with her delicate, beautiful eyes, and then added softly:
"I know that thing must be very valuable, I can add something else to compensate you."
"So what good stuff do you have?"
Chu Mo wanted to laugh to himself. It's just a cell phone, how much could it cost?
He never expected that the other party had contacted him to ask for a phone replacement.
It seems that no matter how aloof she appears, she's still a girl at heart.
They are also curious about new things.
When Chu Mo asked her what good things she had, Nangong Xiu immediately felt discouraged.
The other party is from another world, and is very knowledgeable. What could he possibly have in this poor, remote place like me?
But she still spoke:
"I only have some spiritual herbs for cultivation, which should be useful to you. I'm afraid you wouldn't want the others."
"Do you know about the thousand-year-old blood ginseng? Are there any similar medicinal herbs?"
Chu Mo asked casually.
"I have one, which Aunt Tang gave me before. If you want it, I can give it to you as well."
Nangong Xiu nodded without hesitation.
"Really? But as a cultivation genius, shouldn't you treasure these spiritual herbs that are useful for cultivation?"
Chu Mo was shocked and couldn't help but look at her in surprise, really not understanding her way of thinking.
Is it because there are too many treasures that these things are not taken seriously?
Or did she underestimate the value of these medicinal herbs?
This made him feel like he was deceiving a child with a lollipop.
My conscience is bothering me.
Nangong Xiu glanced at him indifferently, offering no further explanation, and coldly pressed for an answer:
Is that enough?
How could Chu Mo dare to say it wasn't enough? He quickly nodded.
"That's enough."
After saying that, he took out his phone, copied the phone number onto the SIM card, and handed the SIM card to her.
Nangong Xiu glanced at it curiously, but didn't take it, shaking her head and saying:
"I'll trade with you for the Immortal Herb tomorrow, and I'll give you the Blood Ginseng along with it."
"It's okay, you can take it for now, but I didn't bring a power bank, so it might run out of power after a couple of days."
The girl seemed to understand, but still stubbornly shook her head and said:
"No, wait until tomorrow!"
After saying that, he simply turned around.
Chu Mo was left standing there in a daze. Was the other person really just trying to get a new phone?
Why does it feel like... a gift?
Chu Mo didn't think much of it and returned to the village along the same route.
...
That night.
Shi Tou and the others invited him over for a meal and drinks, and they became increasingly familiar and compatible.
Chu Mo even promised on the spot that he would definitely bring them dozens of kinds of good wine next time.
This startled everyone, but then they were pleasantly surprised and cheered excitedly.
In the mountains, good wine and meat are the ultimate enjoyment for the villagers.
Dozens of fine wines?
This was something they never dared to imagine, and they couldn't help but start to look forward to it.
The next morning.
The entire village was bustling with activity, as if it were Chinese New Year, with at least two or three thousand people sitting around the open space outside the village.
Some toddlers, straddling their fathers' shoulders, were equally delighted.
He also saw many elderly people sitting cross-legged in the air, including three of his senior uncles.
Chu Mo couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement, followed by a wave of envy.
Only by entering the Golden Core stage, when the primordial energy undergoes a qualitative change, can one achieve the ability to fly through the air and sit cross-legged in the void.
Foundation Establishment cultivators can only fly a few hundred meters in the air at most before they can't continue.
Only those who possess a flying sword that has gained a sliver of sentience can achieve the ability to fly on a sword.
In other words, those twenty or so people sitting cross-legged in the sky were all cultivators at the Golden Core stage or above.
Among them must be Nascent Soul cultivators, and even Nascent Soul stage experts.
At the very least, his three senior uncles could live for thousands of years and were at least at the Nascent Soul stage; otherwise, they would have died of old age long ago.
at this time.
Many children around ten years old were queuing up to enter, looking nervous and expectant.
First, there were eight-year-old children, more than twenty of whom were divided into three groups and drawn lots to compete.
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