Chapter 26 Chapter 26 [Including 50,000 nutrient solution extra chapters as a thank you]]
Before the Talent Conference arrived, Yan Luoyue successfully completed an order for one thousand storage bags.
She copied Jiang Tingbai's handwritten words "Canglang Sect, Aoao~" and her own hand-painted Q-version wolf head, and then matched them with the special ink that she prepared and refined, and used the special refining technique of "biting the green mountain" to firmly print the words on a special storage bag.
As the saying goes, you get what you pay for, and the extra spirit stone for printing is certainly not in vain.
Yan Luoyue can guarantee with his character that even if these storage bags are worn out and damaged, the writing on them will remain as good as new and will not fade or fall off at all.
On the day of the Talent Conference, the college actually gave all students a day off.
Yan Gan had a beautiful thought: "Could it be that the academy understands our desire to join in the fun?"
Sang Ji was more thoughtful: "Maybe they are intentionally encouraging everyone to participate so that we can understand the situation of each sect and make preparations in advance in the future."
As for Yan Luoyue, as the most well-behaved and worry-free one among the three, she had already informed Sister Yu about this matter, and went out happily with her two brothers.
The Talent Conference is held once every ten years. It is not only a grand event for surrounding sects to recruit disciples, but also a good opportunity for monks to trade freely.
Around the enrollment site, the monks spontaneously organized several trading fairs, with people coming and going, flags flying, and guests from all over the country gathered here. It was even more lively than the Lantern Festival temple fair.
Yan Luoyue was greatly enlightened by this trip.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have known that Yunning Daze was such a large area, and that there were hundreds of sects of all sizes formed around it.
The monks from different sects have different attire and temperament. After a tour, I really broadened my horizons.
Yan Luoyue stretched out her little hand and pointed to a wall with red eaves and inlaid jade pieces in various colors.
"Brother Ji, what is that wall?"
Sang Ji looked up and answered naturally, "Oh, that's the bulletin board. Everyone will post any news on it. Do you want to see it, sister?"
As he spoke, he and Yan Gan hunched their shoulders, squeezed through the crowd, and carried Yan Luoyue to the bulletin board.
The wall was inlaid with jade slips of different colors. Yan Luoyue gathered spiritual energy in his fingers, touched a few of them tentatively, and then he understood the mystery.
The red jade slips have the least number and they are important notices.
Not only does it have a version recorded in the jade slips, there is also a paper version posted below, probably so that mortals without any cultivation can also read it.
Yan Luoyue looked through them one by one and found that the most recent red jade slip was also dated two years ago.
The notice said that the seal of the demon world had moved, and it had been confirmed that a great demon had escaped. Anyone who could provide clues would be rewarded with one thousand low-grade spirit stones. The monks and mortals passing by were advised to be more careful and protect themselves first.
The other red jade slips would add a sentence at the end after the matter was concluded, but this jade slip was silent after the reward was announced, indicating that the demon has not been successfully hunted down yet.
As for the larger number of blue jade slips, they were sect announcements.
Some announcements are about the sect's recruitment of new members, while others are about a certain sect sincerely seeking a certain rare material.
Yan Gan flipped through a few of them, then secretly touched Sang Ji's arm and pointed at one of them.
After the two brothers finished reading the information, they looked at each other and laughed secretly.
When Yan Luoyue saw it, she was curious and released her spiritual energy to touch it.
A minute later, Yan Luoyue was silent.
It was a notice from Shuilian Temple, and the content was roughly that Shen Jingxuan, a disciple in the temple, had committed a serious mistake, and he would be expelled from the sect from that day forward, and the two would have nothing to do with each other from then on.
As for what mistake this young master made...
The report explained in a very tactful tone that Junior Master Jingxuan had gone down the mountain to gain experience and had captured three vicious flower thieves.
Her master ordered her to convert these three people with Buddhist teachings, so Master Jingxuan decisively and once and for all helped them get rid of the root of their troubles.
Judging from some of the obscure wording, this young master Jingxuan didn't even use a knife to cut it, but instead tore it off alive.
Yan Luoyue: “…” Well, this one is done beautifully.
Now she finally understood why the smiles on Sang Ji and Yan Gan's faces were so subtle.
As if he suddenly noticed where Yan Luoyue was looking, Sang Ji quickly covered her eyes: "Hey, sister, little turtle can't look at this kind of thing."
Yan Luoyue shook her head, pulled apart Sang Ji's claws, and pretended to point at the white jade slips with the largest number: "I'm looking at this one."
The white jade slip contains the news released by the cultivator himself.
The contents are varied, ranging from bold declarations of love to requests for information and even insights into cultivation.
Sang Ji and his friends had only been standing here for a while when more people gathered behind them.
Sang Ji asked Yan Luoyue in a low voice, then took her away from the bulletin wall.
They had just squeezed out of the crowd when someone shouted excitedly, and the news just happened to reach the ears of the three people.
"Hey, have you heard that everyone who signs up to join the Canglang Sect's preliminary exam will be given a storage bag!"
"Only for the first 1,000 people, first come first served, hurry up brothers!"
As soon as the news spread, it immediately received an enthusiastic response.
"What? There is such a good thing?"
"Where is the place where the Canglang Sect recruits disciples?"
"Hurry, hurry, I'll go with you!"
Yan Luoyue and the other two looked at each other and smiled knowingly.
Looking at the crowd of people in front of him, Sang Ji lifted Yan Luoyue up on his arm and walked in the direction of the main force.
"Come on, sister, let's go take a look too."
From a distance, the three of them identified the location where the Canglang Sect was recruiting new members.
There was no other reason. Although the surrounding sects all had reception points, only the reception point of the Canglang Sect was crowded with people. There was a long queue stretching more than ten meters away. It was extremely lively.
When the nearby small sects saw this scene, they all cast envious glances towards the Canglang Sect.
My goodness, the Canglang Sect is truly magnanimous to the point of being able to take out a thousand storage bags to recruit disciples.
Damn it! It’s just a gift for signing up. How come they didn’t think of such a simple plan?
The more honest disciples were still staring at the Canglang Sect's troops, while the smarter monks had already sent people to pass the message to the sect.
——Can we also come up with a registration gift? It doesn’t have to be as good as a storage bag, but at least the number should not be less?
Alas, even if the sect urgently contacts a familiar weapon refiner now, it is too late.
The only way is to transfer gifts from the warehouse and see if we can attract talents.
There was also the smartest cultivator who saw through the cunningness of the Canglang Sect's move at a glance.
Since they have put out this formation openly, they are naturally not afraid of others copying their ideas.
You know, even if other sects offered gifts, those hastily prepared things would not be as representative as a storage bag - not only needed by monks, but also known to all mortals.
Even if a sect really decided to spend a huge amount of money and gritted their teeth to buy thousands of storage bags as gifts, but the name of their sect was not printed on the storage bags, it would still be a point short.
It is conceivable that after being inspired by the Canglang Sect, at the next gathering of elites, all the sects will surely show off their unique abilities.
But in this conference, many small and medium-sized sects could only watch as the Canglang Sect took the lead.
The Canglang Sect even specially dispatched a disciple to maintain order in the team. That disciple happened to be an acquaintance, Wu Pingyuan, whom they all knew.
He answered everyone's questions loudly.
"Yes, the first one thousand people who sign up will receive a beautiful storage bag!"
"It doesn't matter if you can't get the storage bag. As long as you sign up for our sect's entrance exam, you may be selected as a lucky person and receive a free gift pack for cultivating immortals!"
"Those monks who want to register, please don't worry, just line up here..."
This particularly modern version of the dialogue was written by Yan Luoyue, and the manuscript was included in the storage bag when it was delivered.
It can be said that while it effectively maintains the order of the queues, it also makes the immortal selection, which sounds like something out of the ordinary, have a bit of an earthy flavor, like old people waiting at the lecture door to get free eggs.
The instigator, Yan Luoyue, touched the tip of his nose and looked up at the sky pretending to be innocent.
However, to the surprise of many people, quite a few of those queuing up in the Canglang Sect's registration team were female cultivators.
There was a monk who was quite gossipy, so he went up to ask and got an answer that he did not expect.
"There are two reasons. First, healthy beauty is popular in the cultivation world these days."
"What about the second one?"
"The second reason... is of course because the storage bag given by the Canglang Sect is so cute!"
This answer is indeed correct.
Look at the disciples who have registered at the registration point.
I saw a female cultivator on the left rolling up her sleeves, revealing her slender, jade-white arms.
The monk in the queue in front of her tactfully advised: "This fairy, the Canglang Sect is a well-known physical training sect."
"Of course, I'm looking for a physical training sect!"
The next second, the female cultivator suddenly let out a cry of "Ah hey!", she pulled open the huge cloth bundle behind her, and lifted up two wolf-tooth hammers as tall as a person!
The female cultivator shook the weapon in her hand, and immediately it became more powerful.
"Why, because I'm a female cultivator, you can't let me queue here?"
The cold light of the wolf's fang on the hammer was reflected on the monk's face, startling him and causing him to take a step back:
"I dare not, I dare not... Uh, please stand in front of me. To be honest, my neck is cold when you stand behind me."
Then look at the female cultivator on the right, her bare hands gently brushing the strings of the pipa, plucking out a series of clear and melodious sounds.
The disciple in charge of registration smiled and pointed the way: "Junior sister, the Yin Xiu sect is over there, don't line up in the wrong place."
The Pipa girl tilted her head and hummed softly, then she took the long neck of the Pipa, raised it up in a circle, and dug a large hole a meter wide on the ground.
"Brother, don't look down on me. This is the Iron Pipa. I have been practicing both physical and musical skills since the beginning."
The registered disciple scratched the back of his head and said, "Oh, I am ignorant. Don't be offended, Junior Sister, I will let you register now!"
Of course, there are also some ideas that are more elusive.
For example, a certain female cultivator rubbed her hands together, performed some secret techniques, and released a huge fireball on the spot.
The registered disciples were stunned: "Junior sister, are you also practicing both physical and magical skills?"
"No." The female cultivator tried her best to remain calm. "Don't you see? This is friction generating heat, drilling hands to make fire. Rounding it off, I am also an individual cultivator."
The disciple heard this and replied with a strange look on his face: "... Junior sister, stop joking. You see, my family has been poor since I was young, and I have never called myself a sword practitioner to others!"
Seeing this, the female cultivator grabbed the corner of the table and said sincerely:
"Just let me sign up. It doesn't matter if I'm selected or not. Or you can let me buy it. The main thing is the free storage bag. It's really cute!"
disciple:"……"
A single instance can reveal the whole picture. This female cultivator who wanted a cute storage bag was just a small microcosm of the people queuing at the registration office of the Canglang Sect.
At this Talent Gathering, everyone watched helplessly as many talented mortals were accepted into the Canglang Sect.
Some people couldn't help but say a few sour words in private: "When has a physical training sect ever been so glorious? It's just a reputation that was smashed by the stench of copper."
The mortals who happened to be in the queue heard this without even blinking an eye.
They didn't know what physical training was or wasn't, they only knew that this sect generously distributed a thousand storage bags in order to recruit talents.
Even if it is really the copper that leads the way, what's wrong with that?
The fact that they were willing to spend money to retain them at least showed how much the sect valued them.
Holding a real storage bag in your hand, isn’t it more delicious than the big pie drawn in the air by other sects?
At this moment, the leader of the Canglang Sect was sitting in his cave, receiving message after message.
Most of the messages came from the leaders and elders of other sects, some congratulating, some expressing envy. Some also wanted to ask which store the Canglang Sect Leader had ordered the storage bags from, and whether there would be preferential treatment for large quantities.
The messages were so overwhelming that the leader of the Canglang clan couldn't stop smiling.
Suddenly, a silver light flashed on the communication stone. The Canglang Sect Master's smile faded slightly and he sat up straighter. "Hey, it's actually the Yijian Sect that sent the message. That's strange."
You have to know that the Yijian Sect is a sect founded by sword practitioners and is a large sect near Yunningze. On weekdays, apart from collecting protection fees, it doesn't even have any dealings with small and medium-sized sects like them.
Wait, that can’t be…
Thinking of a possibility, Sect Leader Canglang's expression became subtle.
It can't be that the momentum of their recruitment of disciples this time is too great, and the Yijian Sect wants to pick a few good ones from their new disciples and collect them as "protection fees", right?
This concerns the sect's future in ten or even a hundred years. He must grit his teeth and not agree to it.
Sect Leader Ren Canglang had a thousand thoughts in his mind, but after reading the content of the message, he couldn't help but be stunned.
Yijianmen did not mention the protection fee at all.
They first used cold and respectful words to congratulate the Canglang Sect on its successful recruitment of outstanding disciples at this Talent Conference, and then politely stated that if they had time in the future, the two sects could exchange and learn from each other.
Of course, this will only be politeness in the future. If the leader of the Canglang Sect takes it seriously, who knows how far he will be punished.
It was not until the end that Yijianmen calmly made the most important request.
——I know that this batch of storage bags of your Canglang Sect must not have been ordered from any merchant, but were the personal work of a certain weapon refiner.
So, may I ask what is the name of this master? How much is the furnace-lubricating gift if I want to invite the master to come out? Where is the master's message stone?
We at Yijian Sect are interested in ordering a batch of storage bags from the Master, and hope that the Sect Master can help us make some connections.
Canglang Sect Leader: "..."
Ah, this...
To be honest, this unconventional request was completely unexpected by Sect Leader Canglang.
You know, sword cultivators are poor because they do not produce anything.
But generally speaking, the poor ones are only individual sword practitioners, or a branch of the sword practice sect. It is rare that an entire sword practice sect becomes poor.
Let me say it again - because sword-cultivating sects can collect protection fees without doing anything.
Other sects have assets under their names and can at least be self-sufficient.
When one has enough food and clothing, one knows the etiquette. It is not very glorious to collect protection fees. At least they cannot do it openly.
As for the pure sword cultivation sect...
It's so funny. They are able to control the hundreds or thousands of lethal humanoid weapons in the sect, which is the greatest face they give to all of you.
As far as Sect Master Canglang knows, whenever the Yijian Sect wants to order magical instruments, it always cooperates with the Lu's Building.
What happened today that the arrogant sword-cultivating sect actually asked him about the mysterious weapon refiner who had been unknown to him before?
The leader of the Canglang Sect hesitated for a moment and was a little slow in replying to the message.
As a result, he just didn't reply for a while, and the usually reserved and arrogant Yijianmen actually added another message!
This time, they said that if the master was unwilling to hand over the message stone easily, that was fine. However, the gift storage bag from your Canglang Sect was very good, and we hope you can send someone to deliver one to us.
The leader of the Canglang Sect originally wanted to contact the young master directly.
He had already pressed the communication stone, but when he saw the second message from Yijianmen, he thought about it and put his hand down.
The leader sent his disciples to deliver a storage bag to Yijianmen as soon as possible, along with two small gifts. At the same time, he organized his words and asked carefully -
What is so magical about this storage bag that it deserves the special attention of Yijianmen? I hope Yijianmen can give me some advice.
On the other side of the communication stone, Yi Jianmen's tone was obviously a little annoyed, but he still answered.
It’s not that the storage bag is special, but the five words “Canglang Sect, Aowao~” printed on it are very special.
Especially the two words "aoao", in which the sword energy can be said to be completed in one stroke, and the wildness is overflowing. It has both the wind under the forest like white cranes flying into the clouds, and the vastness of the universe like pitying the plants and trees.
Previously, a disciple in the sect accidentally obtained one and reported it to the elders immediately.
Three or four elders got together to study it for a long time, and they actually saw a very light, yet unique sword meaning in those two words.
The Wolf Sect Leader: “!”
Hiss——sword intention.
As soon as he saw these two words, Sect Leader Canglang understood everything.
For every sword practitioner, being able to personally visualize the sword's intent is a lifelong dream opportunity; and if one can comprehend the sword's intent, it is a pursuit that one is willing to die for.
Only one sword cultivator can emerge among a hundred cultivators.
Among ten thousand sword practitioners, not even one can comprehend the meaning of sword.
For a remote place like Yunning Daze, even for a large sect like the Yijian Sect, it is said that only the sect leader keeps half of the sword intent hidden in the bottom of the box.
No wonder even the arrogant swordsman spoke with respect when mentioning the mysterious weapon refiner.
He can actually easily take out the sword meaning and imprint it on the most ordinary storage bag. Oh my God, who is this master?
——————————
No one could have imagined that the mysterious master was now sitting in his brother's arms, strolling leisurely in the market.
At the Talent Conference, the second fastest-moving thing was spirit stones, and the fastest-moving thing was news.
Yan Luoyue and his friends had just finished watching the excitement at the Canglang Sect, and before they could even squeeze out of the crowd, the news about the cute storage bags had already spread from the beginning to the end of the Talent Association's gathering.
As they walked along, they heard a lot of topics about the Canglang Sect, storage bags, etc.
In view of the fact that there are too many sects named with the word "wolf" near Yunning Lake, in addition to the Canglang Sect, there are also the Yuelang Sect, the Tianlang Sect, the Yaolang Sect, the Yinlang Sect, the Heilang Sect...
This caused the Canglang Sect to be lost among the other sects, and as the news spread, it became easy to get confused.
But that doesn't matter, because the Canglang Sect has three unique anti-counterfeit magic weapons.
Firstly, all the people in their sect are physical cultivators.
Therefore, in the past, when people couldn’t tell these werewolves apart, they would often use “that physical cultivation sect” to refer to the Canglang Sect.
Second, the Canglang Sect recently obtained a magical ointment.
The plaster had an immediate effect, and everyone who had watched the fight in the ring praised it.
Since the black ointment has a funny nickname, recently when people can’t remember the Canglang Sect’s name, they will call them “the guys who use the little turtle ointment.”
Third, the Canglang Sect gave out one thousand storage bags to its students!
The monks have all seen storage bags.
But no one’s storage bag is like the Canglang Sect’s, with a wolf head printed on the bag, and they also shamelessly put advertisements for their own sect!
The key point is, that sentence "Canglang Sect, ah ah ~" is really too magical!
After repeatedly saying the sect's name incorrectly several times, the gossiping crowd understood and changed the name of the Canglang Sect.
"You know, the Aoao Zong—"
"Oh oh oh! I know, it's from the Aoao Sect, it's spread everywhere today!"
As parties involved, Sang Ji and Yan Gan mixed into the crowd and clearly recorded with their ears the transformation of the Canglang Sect from "the guys who used the little turtle paste" to the "Aoao Sect".
Not sure what he was thinking of, but when Yan Gan looked down at the little girl in his arms again, his eyes were a little complicated.
He asked with great emotion, "Sister, was this scene also in your calculations?"
Yan Luoyue: “…”
Yan Luoyue covered her face: "Too much drama, my brother!"