"That Buddhist cultivator has lost everything, including his body, and there is no trace of his spiritual power, except for the words on the wall." Lingyun Zidiao was a little confused.

Looking down at the Buddha bracelet in her hand, Yang Lan'er couldn't help but laugh: "It seems that the storage magic weapon of the immortal cultivator should have been picked up by the people who built Baihua City. As for this Buddha bracelet, I'm afraid it's not a simple storage magic weapon."

"Huh? You mean, everything that Buddhist cultivator knows is probably stored in the storage magic weapon?" Lingyun Zidiao understood what Yang Lan'er meant and was a little bit unbelievable.

But now this is the only explanation that makes sense.

"I'll go out and take a look, it's not safe here." Yang Lan'er put away the Buddha bracelet and patted Lingyun Sable on the head. The good thing about being able to enter and exit the formation freely is that, otherwise, even if Xiaoyan analyzed the formation, it would not be so easy to get the treasure.

Violence has its advantages: it is fast, accurate and ruthless.

Even though Yang Lan'er didn't do anything, a month has actually passed.

It took a lot of time to guide Qinglian in his cultivation.

Yang Lan'er returned to the ground and her consciousness returned to normal, and she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

It must be unpleasant to be suppressed.

“Speaking of which, the person who established the Baihua Medicine Garden is quite amazing. With such a high concentration of spiritual energy, he didn’t produce any other natural treasures. He instead used all of it to supply spiritual herbs,” Yang Lan’er has great respect for the founder of Baihua City.

The only pity is that a cave with such a high concentration of spiritual energy should generally produce spiritual milk if nothing else.

It just happened to be destroyed by the formation. Otherwise, according to the age of Buddhists and immortals, wouldn't ten thousand year old spiritual milk be a drizzle? Maybe a hundred thousand year old or a million year old spiritual milk could be produced.

Forget it, you can't think like that about this kind of thing. She has gained enough benefits and shouldn't be greedy.

After leaving the Hundred Flowers Medicine Garden, Yang Lan'er sent a message to Mo Bai and Immortal Emperor Haotian, and left without showing up.

After a great disaster, Baihua City was reborn. Thanks to a series of activities organized by Mo Bai, popularity returned and people lived in peace.

Far away from Baihua City, Yang Lan'er took out the mattress aircraft, nestled comfortably on it, and continued to fly towards the Butian Palace.

"You don't feel Beichen Huan's presence!" Yang Lan'er looked around and asked somewhat worriedly.

"No, that man must have gone after Qin Muyan. If we don't take action in a month, he will definitely be thrown off." Lingyun Zidiao was frolicking on the mattress, feeling that the touch was particularly good: "Sister, is this the modern thing you mentioned?"

"Well, we are better off being safe than sorry." Yang Lan'er raised her eyebrows: "I don't want to see Beichen Huan. Who knows what will happen? Qin Muyan said he is schizophrenic."

"You just believe what Qin Muyan said!" Lingyun Zidiao sneered: "He is a genius in the God Realm, an iceberg man, and very popular."

"Do you think I don't know that some of Qin Muyan's words are exaggerated? But he didn't lie." Yang Lan'er chuckled, thinking that Qin Muyan's words to slander Beichen Huan were actually quite cruel, but she just didn't expose it.

"Well, there's no hope." Lingyun Zidiao sighed, and he even felt a kind of hatred. What kind of magic potion did Qin Muyan, that scheming man, give to his master?

Yang Lan'er also sent a message to Qingfei on the way and soon received a reply.

"Lord Lan, all the items you auctioned have been sold. The fairy stones are all here with me. Baihua City has been repaired for ten days, and the Rare Treasures Pavilion has held a larger auction. Almost the entire city is participating, and the prices are all good." Qing Fei's tone was a little excited.

"I have something to do, so I'll leave it with you first! By the way, if you need the Water of Life, tell me. I bought it at the auction." Yang Lan'er felt Qing Fei's passion and didn't want to keep it from her any longer, since she didn't need it anyway.

At first she didn't say it was a precaution, but later she didn't know how to bring it up. Yang Lan'er felt that she couldn't keep it secret any longer, otherwise it would be even more difficult to speak up.

Being too cautious would only create hatred and estrangement, so Yang Lan'er simply mentioned it directly.

After a while, Qing Fei's voice sounded even more excited and respectful: "Thank you, Master Lan, you are so amazing."

"..." Yang Lan'er's head was dark. She seemed to hear "you"? Was it necessary to be so exaggerated? It seemed that she was overthinking. Qing Fei obviously had blind worship for her and didn't think much about it at all.

After chatting for a few more sentences, Yang Lan'er flew with peace of mind and entered a state of cultivation.

As for checking the treasure, Yang Lan'er was not in a hurry at all. They were out in the wilderness, and it would not be too late to check when she was free.

Time flies. Half a year passed and Yang Lan'er finally arrived near the Tianmai Mountains of the Butian Palace.

In the past six months, Yang Lan'er has spent most of her time on the mattress aircraft, and occasionally when she sees a first-tier city, she will go down to join in the fun.

“Although this is the plan, it is really not easy.” Yang Lan’er sighed, hugged Lingyun Zishen and ravaged it for a while, and then helped to smooth its fur: “No wonder the business of the teleportation array is always so good, the Piaomiao Realm is really too big.”

Lingyun Zisable shuddered, and his hair immediately smoothed out. "The cost of setting up a teleportation array is not low. If it doesn't make money, how come every city has one? Even a small city."

"This business can be done for a long time. When I build my own city and set up a teleportation array, I will definitely make a lot of money." Yang Lan'er pinched the magic formula to let the mattress aircraft land, and stood on the ground and jumped to get a feel for it.

"Build a city? Can you manage it? Needless to say, you'll find it annoying." Lingyun Zidun complained incisively.

"Haha, I'm glad to know. I'm just saying it." Yang Lan'er laughed, took out a voice stone and sent a message to Beibei, then sat under a big tree to enjoy the cool, hugging Lingyun Sable and chatting.

"I knew it, sister. You seem to be more obsessed with money after reincarnation." Lingyun Zidane said helplessly. So, why did it consciously collect other people's storage bags and space magic weapons when they first met in this life? This was clearly a habit cultivated by Yang Lan'er in the previous life.

"Haha, there's nothing I can do. I can't change it. I have to admit that." Yang Lan'er didn't care: "I call this thriftiness. Even the blood of a mosquito is still meat. Who knows, it might be useful someday. When we first met in our previous life, we were so poor, okay? I almost lost your life."

When they first met, the Lingyun Sable was in a very bad condition. Its blood concentration was high and its blood level was high, and its larval period was particularly difficult. Its fragile appearance made Yang Lan'er doubt several times whether she could crush the Lingyun Sable to death with just one finger.

Due to its poor growth, Lingyun Sable is extremely weak and often needs some treasures to nourish it, otherwise it will die.