"She has the ability to foresee the past and the future, her senses are very sensitive, and she knows the importance of this place. Amnesia cannot erase everything."
Looking up at Gong Ye walking towards her, Ruan Xianxian smiled and said, "No need to explain, I know everything."
Then he asked, "What about the other two?"
Miyano: "The amnesia pills and dream-creating potions you brought from other worlds are enough to handle it. Both of them are doing it voluntarily."
It was because the witch hesitated for a moment that Miyano decided to kill her, as she was the deepest thorn in the side of the Holy Alliance.
Ruan Xianxian was no exception; the mall was filled with good things she had collected from various small worlds.
Dealing with a few sorcerers who are not much stronger than ordinary people is easy for them in the Dharma-ending Age.
"We should head out now," Miyano said with a smile.
"Before we came, my dad told me that he would come to your house to propose to your grandma before the New Year. We should go out and make some preparations."
"Okay, I'll go seal my memories now."
To be honest, Ruan Xianxian was really looking forward to this wedding. She had traveled through nine small worlds in total, and there were occasional weddings, but she always approached them with a purpose.
This is the first and only time that a lifelong promise has been made without any ulterior motives.
The spoils of this trip were piled up into two small mountains: one half were lost Taoist classics and cultivation methods, and the other half were weapons and magical artifacts.
Ruan Xianxian hooked her arm around Mu Xia, pointed at the pile of magical artifacts, and raised her chin: "See? This is the empire that I built for you."
"Classic texts can be handed over, but if the Xuanmen sect wants magical artifacts, they must buy them."
Mu Xia raised an eyebrow, "Will the higher-ups agree?"
Ruan Xianxian's expression was cunning and her eyes were deep. The curve of her lips was about 70% similar to that of someone when they went crazy.
"Don't worry, before we came, the old man vaguely revealed that the Xuanmen sect, with its thousands of years of heritage, is so poor that all it has left is gold and silver."
"We'll just take some common goods, and with that person backing us up, the Xuanmen won't dare refuse to bleed."
The sisters looked at each other and laughed!
Entering the real estate market requires money, lots and lots of money, and here it is!
The exit of the dojo was opened by Miyano and Muxia, two researchers, while Ruan Xianxian returned to the original copper house and began sealing her memories.
She used a little trick, sealing away the memories of the nine small worlds, leaving only the experiences within the dojo.
Even if she can't remember why she became so powerful that she could kill Maurice, she can still deduce something from her intelligence.
Guessing it doesn't violate the laws of the world!
Memories fade in the mind like old photographs, little by little, until they disappear completely.
Her memory was so vast that the process took a full month.
When I opened my eyes, there was a lot of noise around me.
She shook her head uncomfortably, blinking her almond-shaped eyes. Her memories of this period were hazy and incomprehensible, and she instantly became angry:
[You damn system, get out here!]
She recalled everything since entering the dojo as if watching a movie, without any mental activity, as if she had been possessed by a ghost during this time.
This feeling is very unpleasant.
The system popped up, its voice smug and cheeky: "Guess!"
Just then, the bronze door opened, and Miyano's tall figure stood outside. "You're awake? I could hear you smashing things from outside."
Song Nanli approached Gong Ye step by step from behind, reaching out to take his pulse with an impatient expression.
"It's alright, I'm stronger than a calf, I can eat five bowls of beef noodles in one go."
Ruan Xianxian: ...
She remained outwardly calm, already recalling her last soliloquy in the copper house. She had deliberately sealed her memories, not been possessed by anything strange.
That's alright then...
She got up and stretched her limbs, then asked, "What's going on here?"
"Stop with the 'uh-huh'." A familiar voice, tinged with impatience, broke through, and Zhao Li's old face appeared behind Gong Ye.
"Get those beasts out of there right now."
Ruan Xianxian: ? ? ?
Following the two out of the bronze house, Miyano saw that she looked confused and quickly took her hand. The once quiet dojo was now crowded with people.
Some familiar faces, some unfamiliar, held the bamboo slips with rapt attention, while the temple was brightly lit by candlelight.
Ruan Xianxian's brows furrowed even more deeply as she asked Gong Ye, "What's wrong?"
Miyano explained to her.
"It's not a decision to hand over the fate of the secret techniques to the Xuanmen."
After you went into seclusion, I opened the passage. Bureau 749's disaster relief efforts ended, and I received news that Kunlun Mountain had been invaded by the Holy Alliance. I rushed to provide support, but was trapped outside the mountain by the formation.
We will only meet here after it is opened.
After about two weeks of discussion, they decided to activate these cultivation methods. Even setting aside the distant future, they would have sufficient power to deal with unforeseen circumstances once the hundred-year agreement is reached.
After Miyano finished telling her about what had happened over the past month, Ruan Xianxian raised her voice.
"What? You're saying you gave all these books I found to the Xuanmen for free? Are you crazy?!"
Her voice was quite loud, and those in Bureau 749 who were engrossed in reading ancient books all turned to look at her.
Some people are perfectly justified.
Some people felt secretly ashamed.
Some even secretly hid the parchment in their clothes, looking completely unaffected.
Ruan Xianxian laughed in anger!
Miyano met her gaze, conveying the same message: You requested that the ancient books be handed over.
Ruan Xianxian remembered too, and became even angrier. What was wrong with her? Did she think that just because she had eaten something good for a couple of days, she wouldn't need steamed buns as her staple food?
This was the first time Miyano had ever seen someone get so angry at themselves.
Concealing the smile in her eyes, she offered a suggestion, "How about we make them return it, pay the fee, and then let them watch it?"
The guy nodded seriously and said solemnly, "Isn't that what should be done?"
“That’s a misconception.” A man with a goatee stood up, his gaze toward Ruan Xianxian still relatively kind.
"This place was left to us by our ancestors. Is it unreasonable for you to charge money, fellow Daoist?"
"So, you're a bandit?" the young man behind the goatee said disdainfully. "Even Grandet isn't as greedy as you."
Before Ruan Xianxian could say anything, Gong Ye's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly kicked the young man away.
Seeing this person cough up blood and collapse in a sorry state, the crowd, who were still holding onto the books with somewhat resentful expressions, silently let go.
That's more like it! He starts fighting at the drop of a hat, and for the past two weeks he's had a silly grin on his face. This kind of amiable lunatic is nothing like Miyano!
"You..." The man with the goatee dared not speak his anger, for the reason that he could not beat this madman.
Having already stepped outside, Zhao Li, realizing the brat hadn't followed, turned back. Noticing the strange atmosphere inside, he asked, puzzled:
"What's wrong?"
Ruan Xianxian spoke frankly, "They don't pay me a fee to read the books. The books aren't mine; I always carried them out one by one, right?"
"Pay up, everyone pay up! It's the reading fee for a book and a small yellow croaker. If we don't pay, we'll all be ruined!"
All eyes turned to Zhao Li with hope, and he readily nodded, "Of course, the price isn't high!"
Why are you all looking at him? He won't help his own apprentice's wife, but you expect him to help you grandchildren?
Finally, regarding the classic text, whether it's a secret technique or a cultivation method, Ruan Xianxian bought it for a small yellow croaker. The old master said that the Xuanmen are so poor that all they have left is money!
Those who were wearing gold and silver paid on the spot, and those who weren't wrote an IOU.
Looking at that person grinning from ear to ear, going back on their word and contradicting themselves, she knew, very well, this is so Ruan Xianxian…
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