“Ga ga ga ga ga!!!”
Old Huang was so frightened by the laughter that he almost lost his mind.
He floated shakily to Fen Jue's side, his soul blurred like a mosaic.
"Senior, is Jiang girl alright?"
Fen Jue pinched his brow bone, looking exasperated. "It's alright, she'll be fine after she finishes laughing."
"Really?"
For the first time, Huang Lao doubted what Fen Jue had said, after all, Jiang Bingbing in the corner had been laughing for a full half hour.
She sat with her back to Huang Lao and Fen Jue, holding a token in her hand, which projected a blue curtain.
The screen of light and shadow continuously scrolls with the latest news from the cultivation world.
The most awesome thing is...
You can also post anonymously.
[Hates straight male sword cultivators: Do you guys know why the Demon Lord wears a mask? (Screams, lewd laugh)]
[Senior brother, you haven't fasted: Fellow Daoist, tell us quickly, don't keep the exciting news to yourself and whet our appetites!]
Gingerbread moved its finger and wrote a sentence on the token.
After a while.
The screen displayed her words.
[Grinning and gossiping: I'm curious, why does the Demon Lord wear a mask?]
Encouraged by the enthusiastic encouragement of the crowd.
[Hate straight male sword cultivators: Hahahaha, I'm saying, the Demon Lord has a huge turtle painted on his face, and there's even a little flower painted on the turtle's head.]
[Senior Brother, you didn't fast? Really? In today's cultivation world, there are still talents like this, able to paint on the Demon Lord's face without making a sound. We're producing amazing people!]
[Pure erotic fiction writer: Regardless, this unknown big shot did manage to vent some of his anger for the immortal sects. Nearly a thousand sects were targeted by the Blood-Dissolving Array, and the evil array caused countless deaths. Drawing a turtle was too lenient on him; he should have had his little ding-ding chopped off!]
[Hate straight male sword cultivators: Killing the Demon Lord isn't that easy. Leaving aside the Demon Lord's high level of cultivation, if he dies, won't those demon cultivators in the Demon Realm go crazy? The immortal sects aren't afraid of demon cultivators, but those innocent civilians will suffer terribly.]
[Senior Brother, you haven't abstained from grains: Fellow Daoist is absolutely right. Immortals and demons coexist now; let's maintain harmony for the time being.]
[Pure erotic fiction writer: My master has told me to cultivate. See you all, fellow cultivators~]
[I hate straight male sword cultivators: I'm outta here!]
Everyone scattered like birds and beasts.
Gingerbread turned off the token, still wanting more.
This is a nice thing she bought from Wanbaolou yesterday.
Bagua Token!
To put it simply, it's a gossip chat group for the cultivation world.
Although the tokens almost wiped out all her savings.
All I can say is...
Spending a million spirit stones was incredibly worthwhile!
With it, you can get the latest and hottest gossip in the cultivation world right away, and life suddenly becomes more interesting.
Gingerbread was in a very good mood.
She hummed a song as she prepared to draw a few scroll talismans to hang at Wanbaolou and earn some extra money.
Old Huang drifted over and said quietly, "Little girl, are you mentally stable now?"
"Go ahead," Gingerbread said, bowing her head to wipe her talisman brush.
"The most important spiritual herb for refining the Bone-Growing Pill grows in my cave," Old Huang said apologetically. "Girl, I didn't mean to rush you. The Bone-Growing Herb blooms once every ten years. I've calculated that it will bloom in ten days this year."
“Okay, I’ll rest for a few days and then set off!” Gingerbread agreed readily.
"Thank you so much, girl! Waaah, I'm so lucky!" Old Huang sniffed and wiped away his tears.
It's snowing outside.
The room was warm and cozy.
Old Huang earned so much money for her, so Jiang Bingbing naturally had no intention of taking advantage of him for free.
It was only a matter of time before I helped him with this.
Fen Jue walked over calmly, his eyes lowered, and said, "Only you can refine the Bone Regeneration Pill yourself. I don't trust anyone else to do it."
Before she could ask.
Elder Huang explained, "Many old fellows in the cultivation world have had their physical bodies destroyed, but their souls are still alive. If others find out, there will inevitably be trouble."
Okay.
She went from being a clueless nobody to now being someone who, while not an expert in talismans and formations, at least has a basic understanding of them.
Now we also need to learn alchemy.
Indeed, human potential is limitless.
The three people were discussing their trip to Qianlai Mountain.
“Knock knock knock—”
There was a knock on the door.
After Fenjue and Huang Lao returned to their respective positions, Jiang Bingbing glanced at the door and said, "Come in!"
It was Wen Yuzhao who opened the door.
Unlike usual, he wore a low-key and exquisite pure white cloak over his smoky blue robe.
Wen Yuzhao shook the snow off his cloak. "Junior Sister, Master wants you to make a trip to Tianji Peak."
"Where are you going?" she asked.
Wen Yuzhao stepped forward, sat down beside him, poured himself a cup of tea, and said leisurely, "There's a rumor that Senior Uncle Taixuan went to see the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect again on New Year's Eve. Master was too embarrassed to inquire about it personally, and it would be too conspicuous for us to go, so—"
Got it!
So let her gossip!
Gingerbread chuckled dryly, "Master has been even more idle since advancing to the Nascent Soul stage."
Wen Yuzhao shrugged, revealing an ambiguous expression.
He always pretended to be kind and harmless in public, only revealing his true colors when he was with Gingerbread.
"Then I'll go now!"
She stood up, stretched, and smiled as she moved closer to Wen Yuzhao, "Second Senior Brother wants to eat hot pot tonight!"
"..."
Wen Yuzhao had doubts once again.
The junior sister's true purpose in bringing him back.
Could it be just for eating?
After saying that, Gingerbread ran off.
Only a wooden door remained, swaying wildly in the cold wind.
After riding Zhuge Tienan's white tiger mount that time, I found that riding a fluffy mount in winter is really nice.
Zhuge Tienan gave her a white tiger spirit beast egg.
Unfortunately, they haven't hatched yet.
She dressed the scallion in a little red jacket.
It won't hurt your butt when you sit on it.
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