The "merit box" that Yan Shi made for her was still running smoothly. When she was cultivating in the space, the system would pop up from time to time to announce the completion of the task and add five or ten points to her account.
In addition to the 6666 points she received as a reward from the system when she advanced to the Golden Core stage, her current point balance is 8965.
The price of the double-petaled blue lotus is in points. If she asks Yan Shi to make a few more "donation boxes", she might be able to accumulate these points in another year or two.
Qi Yu sighed and closed the system panel, feeling increasingly that she didn't have enough points to spend.
Not to mention accumulating enough points to stop the original world's catastrophe, they haven't even accumulated enough points to rebuild Xu Lanyue's physical body, which was the goal they initially set out to do.
Do you really expect her to be a "spendthrift," squandering money all day long?
Don't wait until the entire continent is lifted out of poverty before she's even accumulated enough points...
Nightmare, nightmare.
Qi Yu shook her head, trying to banish the terrible thought from her mind.
"...Jade smoke?"
A voice suddenly rang out from behind.
Qi Yu turned around and saw a burly young man with bronze skin, dressed in a white robe with gold thread.
She squinted, looking at the white-clad youth's face, trying to recall who he was.
There was no way around it; although only a few months had passed in the outside world, it felt like more than three years to her.
She could barely remember even Yun Gui's face, let alone this ordinary-looking passerby who had no other distinguishing features except for his muscular build and dark skin.
Seeing that Qi Yu had been racking his brains for a long time but still couldn't remember who he was, the young man in white turned even darker, his already bronze face darkening further.
"I am Yin Hongwei."
"Ah! It's you!" Qi Yu exclaimed with a look of sudden realization, while frantically searching her mind for when this name had appeared before.
Who is this person?
I really don't remember it!
Yin Hongwei looked at her feigned ignorance with a dark expression and suddenly asked her, "Since you've remembered, then I'll test you. What was my ranking in the secret realm trial?"
Qi Yu: "..."
It turns out she was in the same batch as him when she entered the Flying Star Sect.
But the phrase "Let me test you" just sounds unpleasant no matter how you look at it.
"How about this, Fellow Daoist Yin, let me test you first. What was my ranking in the secret realm trial?"
Yin Hongwei gritted his teeth and said, "...Are you deliberately showing off?!"
Qi Yu pouted, "Since you know where I am, you should also know that you are ranked after me. Asking this question is just contradicting yourself."
Yin Hongwei's face turned from black to red, and he was so angry that his scalp was practically steaming. He shouted, "Yu Shengyan, how arrogant you are! You only got away with it because you were with that Ren Pingsheng. Otherwise, how could I be worse than you!"
Qi Yu asked curiously, "How can you be so sure I got someone else's advantage? Did Ren Pingsheng whisper it in your ear? People, when they lack ability, always try to find excuses."
"Besides," she shrugged, "as far as I know, Wu Shuyi should be second, right? Even without me, you're not first, so save your breath."
"You!" Yin Hongwei's face turned a deep shade of liver, and he snorted heavily. "The secret realm trial was just an opportunity for you to take advantage of. Once the sect competition begins, we'll see who is truly the strongest!"
After he finished speaking, he shoved Qi Yu aside with his heavy sword and walked away.
Feng Xiao transformed into human form, coldly looking at the arrogant and ugly man, and said, "Xiao Yu, do you want me to kill him?"
Qi Yu tugged at his sleeve and said indifferently, "Never mind, we're still fellow disciples."
She smiled. "Besides, I'm quite curious to see his expression when he finds out I've been registered as a Golden Core cultivator."
Between cultivators, each major realm difference represents a world of difference.
She concealed her aura, so Yin Hongwei couldn't see through her cultivation level and only assumed that she was at the same level as him.
However, in her eyes, Yin Hongwei's cultivation level was completely transparent.
She wanted to see how Yin Hongwei, a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, would "settle things" with her.
Qi Yu smiled with delight, patted Feng Xiao and said, "Let's go, I still need to go find Venerable Po Yue to repair the Spring Breeze Hairpin."
Upon hearing about the hairpin he had violently destroyed, Feng Xiao immediately calmed down and quietly nestled into Qi Yu's arms like a little white bird.
She walked briskly to Hoshizaki Peak. She didn't encounter many disciples along the way, and the few she did encounter were in a hurry and didn't notice her.
It's probably because the sect competition is approaching, and everyone is practicing behind closed doors.
Qi Yu climbed to the front of Venerable Poyue's cave and knocked on the door.
“Your Excellency, I am Yu Shengyan.”
The ingeniously designed gate opened quickly, and a clamp-like object shot out, grabbed her waist, and dragged her through a maze of twists and turns toward a courtyard.
Qi Yu, who had just experienced the hovercar, was speechless.
Weapon refiners are really something else.
ox.
When she reached Venerable Poyue, the iron-like magical artifact released her waist and disappeared silently.
Venerable Poyue was still dressed in a moon-white robe with cloud patterns, his expression indifferent.
However, for some reason, she always felt that beneath this plain and unassuming exterior lay a hint of desolation, as if she had seen through the illusions of the world.
Venerable Poyue sat in the chair with his eyes lowered, staring blankly out the door, seemingly with no intention of speaking.
Qi Yu scratched his head, unsure of the situation, and tentatively took out the Spring Breeze Hairpin from his storage ring.
She then took the spirit of the artifact, Little Green, out of the spirit beast pouch and handed the tattered Spring Breeze Hairpin and the spirit together to Venerable Broken Moon.
"Your Excellency, um, I accidentally broke this hairpin. Do you think it needs to be repaired?"
The green-feathered parrot, which had been locked in the spirit beast pouch for several months, wanted to curse at Qi Yu as soon as it was released.
However, upon discovering the phoenix flute in Qi Yu's arms, staring at it with a deathly gaze, and the man who created it sitting beside it with an empty look in his eyes...
The flexible and adaptable spirit slowly closed its mouth.
Venerable Broken Moon looked at Little Green, who resembled a quail, his eyebrows drooping listlessly.
He moved his lips slightly and whispered, "So be it. Perhaps this is the meaning of the story: we were destined to be apart..."
Qi Yu: "?"
Is there still more melodramatic twists to be added to this soap opera?
Let the dog go!
The dog is almost out of blood!
She carefully placed the tattered hairpin and the little green ornament on the table, and then sat down peacefully in the chair on the other side.
She took out a cup from her storage ring, slowly poured herself a cup of tea, and drank it all in one gulp.
"...What's wrong now that you've said it?"
Venerable Broken Moon glanced at her silently, not taking offense at her disobedience.
"It's nothing." He lowered his eyes again. "It's just that she already has a good match. I am ultimately not good enough for her."
Qi Yu hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
Do you need keys made? How many do you want?
She's seen through it all.
This Venerable Broken Moon looks handsome, aloof, and ethereal, but in reality, he's just a block of wood.
Blockhead!
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