Chapter 297: Property That You Can’t Even Grit Your Teeth to Get
Jin Yuanbaomo: He seems to have made a confused decision...
At this moment, understand Kim Aichai, become Kim Aichai, and surpass Kim Aichai.
After hearing Jin Aicai's assurance, Lu Manman nodded with satisfaction and continued to turn to the next page.
"If a thief breaks into your library and someone finds out that you, a seemingly crazy cultivator, actually have a room full of novels, wouldn't you lose face?"
Jin Aicai still didn't give up and hoped to persuade his wife to read less novels and pay more attention to him.
"The thief didn't go to the sect's library, but came to my private library. Is he stupid? He can't even read this."
I don't believe there are people in the world who throw away sesame seeds to pick up watermelons.
But the world is full of wonders, and everyone has different ideas. Lu Manman believes that there are no precious secret books in his library, and it is just his personal hobby to collect books. However, some people believe that the sect’s treasures are hidden in the hands of the sect’s wives.
"Which sect's leader would not put treasures into his own pocket? The Jinza Sect also built a library, which must have other purposes, hiding treasures."
The thief was delighted with his own intelligence: "I am a genius."
As a result, he used every possible means and used all the hidden clues to sneak into the private library. When he opened the book, he was dumbfounded: "This, this, this, something is wrong. It must be a trick. Let me take a look at this one."
Flipping through the pages, he saw his slender fingers gently touching her cheek, as if he was touching a precious work of art. Her skin was as smooth as silk, warm and delicate to the touch, making him want to explore more deeply...
Close your eyes quickly, and the next step is to turn off the lights.
This book is really hot. When the thief realized he was in the wrong place and was caught, his face turned red and he looked at Lu Manman with such a sad look: "I didn't expect you to be such a person."
The disciples watching were full of questions. "Don't leave!" He stopped talking halfway. "I hope you won't be able to use your spiritual energy when your enemies come to seek revenge on you!"
Lu Manman was so nervous that she tickled her fingers, and even her intact nails were chipped: Oh my God, my husband was right. There really is a fool who sneaked into my study. What should I do? What should I do?
Staring at the thief's mouth, as if he would shut up forever as soon as he opened his mouth.
But in the end, he said nothing. The thief was unwilling to tell the story of the room full of stories. He could die, but he couldn't die because of the room full of stories. His reputation as a treasure hunter couldn't be ruined.
So the secret was never revealed.
"You rocked the horse."
The gentle voice woke Lu Manman up from his reverie. He turned around and couldn't help but admire her: her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes were like autumn water. Her bright pupils were as bright as stars. Her long eyelashes were trembling slightly, like feathers fluttering in the breeze, fluttering and jumping, making people happy at first sight.
Seeing Lu Manman's dazed look, Lin Xinhuan thought she didn't understand what she meant, but she didn't expect that she was mesmerized by him. She patiently explained, "Power generates spiritual energy. When you shake the wooden horse, it drives the spiritual energy, making the spiritual energy of Lingshan Sect come alive, and it becomes more and more as it turns."
Lin Xinhuan watched for a few seconds and discovered the key point.
Can this be attributed to the law of conservation of energy? I paid for kinetic energy and gained spiritual energy, can this be explained? Lin Xinhuan was unsure, fearing that the physics master would be so angry that he would not be able to hold down the coffin lid.
Lin Xinhuan is probably the only one who can force a scientific explanation for metaphysics.
"It really can generate aura! It comes from the Trojan horse." Lu Manman came back to her senses. She only loved beautiful women, regardless of gender. She liked all beautiful things. You could tell from her attitude towards Jin Aicai. She was not so gentle towards other people.
Jin Yuanbao knew it again. He had never enjoyed the long journey and soft hands since he was a child.
After losing weight, Lu Manman's attitude changed 180 degrees and her tolerance for him increased a lot. He then discovered the secret and cried out: "Dad! You hurt me!"
He thought that Jin Aicai fed him so much and made him fat because she didn't want him to share Lu Manman's love.
She followed Lin Xinhuan's instructions to conduct the experiment, and the spiritual energy she was looking for continued to emanate from the swinging wooden horse.
"What? Let us play too." Jin Aicai and the others stopped studying the flowers and plants and surrounded the wooden horse. Their tall bodies blocked the wooden horse tightly.
In their perception, aura exists with the Nadir, no one knows where it comes from and it cannot be generated by itself.
Aura can be absorbed from the circulation between heaven and earth, or it can be obtained from natural treasures that contain aura.
As the simplest spiritual energy storage medium in Poyun Continent, spiritual stones are the most common source of spiritual energy replenishment for cultivators, and are also the most popular way to replenish spiritual energy.
When you go to a place with thin spiritual energy, even if you have a hundred pumps, you can't pump water up without it. Having spiritual stones is like having your own water source.
But what if we can produce our own spiritual energy? Wouldn't we no longer have to worry about spiritual energy shortages, and could we also avoid the occurrence of vicious incidents involving turf wars?
The resources for cultivating immortality are right there. You occupy the place with rich spiritual energy, while I can only get thin spiritual energy.
In the Poyun Continent, areas with rich spiritual energy are naturally occupied by large sects and powerful families that stick together. Even within large sects, the territories are divided into different levels. The areas with the richest spiritual energy are naturally provided to the core disciples of the sect. Competition is always inevitable.
"There are even training grounds built specifically for this purpose, rented out to cultivators for training. The denser the spiritual energy, the more expensive the rent. My husband and I rented one last time. Each of us had a small room, and it cost ten mid-level spirit stones per hour. The spiritual energy there isn't even as dense as that of Lingshan Sect, and you still say it's the most suitable place for training."
A look of heartache and disdain.
This really confused Lin Xinhuan: "Are ten intermediate spirit stones too much?"
Then what level does her ticket fee of 10,000 low-level spirit stones, or 5,000 mid-level spirit stones, or 1,000 high-level spirit stones, or 10 top-grade spirit stones count as? Suddenly, I felt a little guilty.
Where did this rich lady come from? She is so well-off. I wish she could be brought to my house. "One ordinary low-level spirit stone can provide two or three people with a delicious meal in a restaurant. Ten mid-level spirit stones can support ordinary people for several years."
The more I look at Lin Xinhuan, the more I like her.
"......" Isn't that me, Xiao Chou? I don't even understand the conversion between spirit stones in Poyun Continent.
1 low-level spirit stone = modern 100
1 intermediate spiritual stone = 1w modern spiritual stones = 100 low-level spiritual stones
1 high-level spirit stone = 100,000 modern spirit stones = 1,000 low-level spirit stones
Needless to say, the top-grade spirit stones are hard to come by.
No wonder most of the ticket fees are collected in the form of low-level spirit stones. Why do you have to pay more if you use higher-level spirit stones? We are cultivators, not fools. We have to grit our teeth and pay the entry fee of 10,000 low-level spirit stones. As for 5,000 mid-level spirit stones or even higher, we can't afford it even if we bite our teeth off.
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