Lingyun Market was bustling with people, as lively as a pot of boiling porridge. Chu Yang excitedly squeezed in front of a stall and pointed at an exquisite flying sword keychain, his eyes shining as if he had seen a peerless treasure.
"Xiao Fan, look!" Chu Yang shouted, his tone full of pride, "This is a rare flying sword keychain! Hanging it on the mecha, it will be so cool that it will be unmatched!"
Xiang Fan stood behind him, silently rolling his eyes, his tone revealing helplessness, "Brother...this thing looks like a child's toy, right?"
Chu Yang's eyes widened, a look of "How can you be so ignorant?" on his face as he said solemnly, "What do you know? This is called sentiment! This is a work of art that uses psychic lines to outline the shape of a flying sword. Hanging it on a mecha is really cool!"
Xiang Fan couldn't help but complain in his heart: This thing is only worth a low-grade spirit stone at most, let alone sentiment.
"Yes, yes, brother, you are right." He nodded perfunctorily, thinking about leaving this stall as soon as possible, otherwise Chu Yang might pull him aside to lecture on "Psychic Technology".
Just as Chu Yang was talking, a sneer came from the side, "Chu Yang, I heard that you recently bought a broken mecha, and you pretended to be very serious."
Before he finished speaking, a group of people lazily walked over, led by Shen Tianshu, waving a spiritual fan in his hand with a disdainful smile on his face.
Chu Yang was stunned for a moment, then his anger exploded, "Hey, isn't this Senior Brother Shen! What's wrong? Are you jealous?"
"Envy?" Shen Tianshu snorted, his eyes full of mockery. "You? Being able to operate a mecha at the seventh level of Qi training is a miracle, and you're still dreaming of controlling the Guerrilla Immortal Armor. You're bragging without even thinking."
Xiang Fan stood behind Chu Yang, trying to make himself look like a background. He secretly complained: What's the point of a guy like this being so good at talking? If he really got into a fight, his senior brother would be so good at scolding him that he'd be covered in blood.
Chu Yang patted Xiang Fan's shoulder and said firmly, "Ignore him, Xiao Fan! Wait until I can use the Guerrilla Immortal Armor, and then I'll beat up trash like him!"
Shen Tianshu snorted coldly, his eyes swept over Xiang Fan, and a scornful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "This guy next to you is not that good either. He is still learning swordsmanship at the fifth level of Qi training. Lingxiao Sect actually accepted a waste like you. I am really ashamed for the sect."
Xiang Fan lowered his head and said nothing, feeling sick as if he had swallowed a fly: "Who did I offend? If you want to mock me, don't drag me into this!"
"You can't even find a decent excuse to bully me!" Chu Yang took a step forward and stood in front of Xiang Fan. His tone was so tough that it seemed like he was ready to fight him to the death. "Come at me if you dare. Don't touch my little brother!"
Shen Tianshu looked disdainful and swung his spirit fan, "I don't want to bother with a clown like you." He turned and led his men away. After a few steps, he didn't forget to say, "If you have the ability, don't just rely on bragging."
Chu Yang stared at Shen Tianshu's receding back, gritting his teeth, "Tsk, one day, I'll make him kneel down and beg me!"
"Brother, stop causing trouble, let's go." Xiang Fan reminded him in a low voice, fearing that he would cause trouble again.
Chu Yang patted Xiang Fan's shoulder proudly, "Why are you leaving? I'm in a good mood today, so I'll take you shopping for something nice to calm you down!"
Xiang Fan sighed helplessly and could only follow Chu Yang to continue shopping in the market. The lively shouting and haggling filled his ears again, as if the unpleasantness just now had never happened.
Xiang Fan stood outside Lu Qingli's courtyard, hesitant and unable to take a single step. Lu Qingli, who had already noticed him from inside, looked up with a faint smile, "Xiao Fan, what are you hiding? Come on in! Haven't you always wanted to see Senior Sister's 'Flowing Light Immortal Armor'? It's not as impressive as it used to be."
Xiang Fan, having been exposed, scratched his head and walked back inside like a caught thief. His gaze fell on the battered Flowing Light Immortal Armor in the center of the courtyard. Large sections of its hull were scorched, its psychic wiring exposed, making it look particularly awful. He swallowed, his voice stammering, "Master, Senior Sister, are you...are you seriously injured?"
Lu Qingli stood beside the mecha, patted the tattered armor with his hand, and smiled easily: "Can I still die? I'm very lucky. But this time, this mecha is really useless. It was beaten to pieces by that Ye Tiandi. Tsk, it's hard to repair it."
Xiang Fan stared down at the severed psychic line of the mecha, feeling indignant for his senior sister. He lowered his voice and said, "Senior sister, he...he's gone too far."
Lu Qingli sighed, raised her head and looked at Liuguang Xianjia, her eyes showing a hint of complexity and unwillingness: "It's excessive. But you also saw that he is very strong. I lost, and I can only blame myself for not working hard enough. In the world of immortal cultivation, the strong are respected. There is nothing to complain about. But-" Her tone changed, and her eyes became bright again, "Don't think I'm giving up just like that. Ye Tiandi? He won't let me give up."
Xiang Fan raised his head and saw the determination in Lu Qingli's eyes. He couldn't help but clench his fists and said excitedly: "Senior Sister, when I become stronger in the future, I will definitely seek justice for you!"
When Lu Qingli heard this, she was stunned for a moment, then she couldn't help laughing: "You? Xiaofan, you haven't even learned all the sword moves yet, how can you have the confidence to ask for justice? But I believe in you, you will become very strong."
Xiang Fan's face flushed instantly, he lowered his head, and muttered in a frustrated tone, "Senior Sister, I...I really can't do this."
Looking at him like this, Lu Qingli felt both amused and distressed. She raised her hand and patted his shoulder, saying gently, "Don't be so unconfident. The road to becoming an immortal is long, and everyone can find their own path. You're still young, so there's no need to rush."
Xiang Fan raised his head, looked at Lu Qingli's smile, hesitated for a moment, and spoke cautiously: "Senior Sister, then...then your injury...do you need my help with anything?"
Lu Qingli shook her head, her tone relaxed: "This little injury won't bother me. If you really want to help me, practice your sword skills more and don't be lazy."
Xiang Fan nodded solemnly, his tone suddenly becoming firm: "Senior Sister, I will definitely work hard!"
Lu Qingli looked at his serious expression, a gentle smile on her lips, and watched Xiang Fan leave. After he was far away, she whispered to herself, "This junior brother is really naive. Unfortunately, on the road to immortality, simplicity is sometimes the most luxurious thing."
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