Chapter 208 Selling Tianxian's Ten Thousand Years of Heritage as Junk
"By the way, Qingbao, how is the matter of the Cycle of Reincarnation?" Elder Gua asked about this first.
Qingbao choked up, "I'm sorry, it's my fault..."
Tang Chen walked in, her tone slightly cold, and angrily interrupted Qing Bao.
“Yi Xuan is too cunning. He cast a spell on the Path of Reincarnation, causing it to break free from the Book of Life and Death, and then he summoned it back.”
The divination elder gritted his teeth in anger, "Damn Tianxian, that damned old bastard, how could he be so cunning!"
"So don't pin your hopes on the cycle of reincarnation. Yi Xuan will never help Fu Tu reincarnate," Tang Chen said.
"Does your divination sect not have any techniques to track the souls of its disciples?"
The divination elder looked at them, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.
“I am not as good as Fu Tu. He learned all the techniques of the sect when he was young. Although I am his master, I am not as talented as him and have not been able to finish learning them.”
"Now we can't even figure out how his soul is incomplete, because the divination method is a divine method, and we are vengeful ghosts, so we can't use it."
Even Fu Tu himself doesn't remember how his soul became fragmented, so who can help him?
Elder Gua knew this, which is why he placed his hopes on the cycle of reincarnation.
"How about we go and negotiate with Yi Xuan..." he said weakly.
He couldn't bear to watch Fu Tu die.
"It's no use." A gentle female voice slowly interrupted Elder Gua's words.
Everyone looked over and saw Si He slowly stand up.
Qingbao walked up to her and called out in a clear voice, "Mother..."
The mother was grieving, while Xia Jingheng remained silent beside her.
"Ah Ling, what makes you say that?" Elder Gua asked, puzzled.
Si He's gaze focused on him. "Master, I seem to have remembered something... The cycle of reincarnation in the cultivation world can only transfer a cultivator's soul once, right?"
"It seems so." Elder Gua frowned, then continued, "Yi Xuan once spread the word that one could undergo the cycle of reincarnation many times, but every cultivator who enters the cycle of reincarnation only has one chance..."
The first group of cultivators to enter the cycle of reincarnation are said to have already achieved ascension.
But in reality, no one has ever seen it.
“Perhaps my senior brother has already undergone a transformation,” Si He said slowly. “Otherwise, how could we not even find his remnant soul?”
"How did you know?" Elder Gua asked excitedly as he stepped forward.
Could it be that Ah Ling has a clue?
Si He shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I remembered a little bit, but I can't remember anything else."
Fate also loves to play tricks on her and torment her.
The divination elder was dejected.
The little chicks that had popped up on Qingbao's head drooped down.
"We have no choice but to look for it."
Elder Gua's gaze was heavy. "In this vast world, with trillions of lives, how can we find them in three days?"
“You said it yourself, the Guamen sect has a technique for finding souls. Go back right now, find this technique, and start looking for people.”
Qingbao put her hands on her hips and gave the order.
The divination elder stared blankly at her. "But we don't have any books recording this technique."
They're all in the River of Oblivion, what ghost still has books about the cultivation world?
The next moment.
Qingbao pulled out a purple-gold gourd from somewhere and said with a childish face,
"Remember this, old Deng?"
The divination elder was shocked: "My things! How did they end up in your hands!"
"Fine, it really was you who burned me!" Qingbao huffed angrily. The little black lump of coal still hadn't been washed clean.
The old man scratched his head. "Sorry, a thousand years ago I used this to extinguish the great fire in Ming County. The fire was inside the gourd. I guess you were the one who opened it, which is why you were accidentally burned..."
Tang Chen frowned, then her eyes gradually brightened.
"What did you say?"
“A thousand years ago, a great fire broke out in Ming County. Countless people offered prayers for rain. Fu Tu and I went to Ming County to bring rain and discovered that the fire that burned down the entire county was the Nine Yang Explosive Fire of the Tianxian Sect. So I used this magic weapon to contain all the fire... Sigh, what are you doing!”
Tang Chen held the gifts in both hands and knelt down with a thud before Elder Gua.
Her voice choked with emotion, "Thank you so much for saving so many people."
The kinship she sensed outside the door, without leaving the umbrella, had already formed a connection in her mind.
A thousand years ago, the divination elder saved the people of Ming County. Among those people, there may have been her relatives and friends, who have multiplied over the past thousand years.
It's only the generation of Si He or the Su family that's unclear who it is.
Anyway, several generations have passed, and the blood ties have faded.
However, the thought that she still had a subtle kinship in this world made Tang Chen feel gratified.
She did not seek revenge in the wrong way!
All the suffering she endured was worth it.
Elder Gua quickly helped her up, saying, "Back when I was still a cultivator, I foresaw the cause and effect of the great fire. I never imagined that a thousand years later, you would join forces with us."
Fate is truly a wonderful thing.
Tang Chen nodded with satisfaction.
After this matter is over, she will return to Ming County to find the cause and effect from a thousand years ago and personally protect the people of Ming County.
"Hey!" the dark-faced guy interrupted their emotional outburst. "Old Deng, you haven't apologized to me yet."
Qingbao was also a victim of the great fire a thousand years ago.
"Qingbao, where did you get that gourd from?" Elder Gua skillfully avoided the topic.
Qingbao looked quite solemn. She beckoned them all out of the courtyard.
The next moment.
Countless books emerged from the gourd.
swish swish swish —
The wind rustled the pages, like butterflies spreading their wings.
soon.
Ten thousand books were added to the courtyard of the princess's mansion.
The messy pile of books resembled the burning of books and burying of scholars alive in ancient times.
The divination elder was so excited he was incoherent, "These are all books from my divination school?"
He plunged into the sea of books, swimming in the ocean of knowledge.
Qingbao said with a serious expression, "Take them all back and find that spell carefully. You must find Fu Tu's soul within three days, understand?"
The divination elder looked at the Heavenly Manifestation cover on the book cover and immediately understood what was going on.
He nodded. "I understand!"
That very night, countless disciples of the Divination Sect, now vengeful ghosts, were summoned to move the collection of books back to the River of Oblivion.
Qingbao turned to Sihe and said, "Mother, tomorrow you should send someone to gather all the junk collectors in the capital here. I have junk to sell."
Si He was somewhat incredulous.
"What junk? It couldn't be Tianxian's..."
The next second, her pupils dilated in shock.
Because so many more books appeared before them, they almost filled the entire princess's mansion.
"Don't worry, I've already returned the books from the Guamen sect. These are all from the Tianxian sect's collection."
The Tianxian Sect's collection of books, accumulated over millennia, should just be sold as junk.
The money earned from selling scrap metal is enough to live a life of luxury.
Si He nodded blankly.
The next day.
The scrap collectors all arrived at the princess's mansion, pulling oxcarts.
Seeing these books, my eyes almost popped out of my head.
Whose discarded books are these? There are tens of thousands of them!
Tang Chen smiled slightly, "These books are all waste. After you take them back, melt them down as soon as possible to make paper. You can make high-quality Xuan paper."
"really?"
"Of course, you won't lose out either way, so why not give it a try?"
The scrap collectors swarmed in.
Move this pile of books, weigh them, and pay.
Tang Chen lightly tore off a piece of paper and folded it into a paper crane.
The paper crane flapped its wings and flew into the sky.
Tang Chen looked into the distance, a smile playing on her lips.
"Go, go to Tianxian Sect."
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