Chapter 15
It's Liu Ruotong again. Why does she seem so stubborn? I keep running into her everywhere. Last time, after the Discipline Hall investigated the truth of the matter, they punished her by confining her to her quarters for seven days.
When Senior Brother He relayed the message to her, she was too lazy to care and just gave a perfunctory reply. How come she's back so soon?
"Junior Sister Ruotong, what did you just call her?" asked the male cultivator who was traveling with them.
"Song Wenwen, what's wrong, Senior Brother Wang?" Liu Ruotong blinked her big, bright eyes and looked at Senior Brother Wang with a puzzled expression.
"Song Wenwen? Aren't you called Wen Wan?" the person addressed as Senior Brother Wang asked.
Wen Wan looked at him; he seemed somewhat familiar.
Oh wow, isn't this the senior who registered me? How did he end up with that little green tea, Liu Ruotong?
Liu Ruotong is something else. One minute she's calling someone "Senior Sister Zhang," the next "Chen Jing," and now she has "Senior Brother Wang." She keeps changing her lackeys one after another.
"Wen Wan?" Liu Ruotong's expression changed when she heard this name.
“Yes, didn’t I tell you? There’s a female cultivator with no cultivation who has signed up for the competition in the middle of next month. If you’re lucky enough to be her opponent, you’re guaranteed to win a round.” Senior Brother Wang pointed to Wen Wan: “Look, that’s her.”
"Are you Wen Wan?" Liu Ruotong ignored Senior Brother Wang and forgot her own identity as a "green tea b*tch," asking her with a displeased expression.
"Yes." Wen Wan didn't shy away from admitting it directly. What could she do even if she knew? He was just as annoying as a child, and he's still just as annoying as an adult.
He hadn't even avenged his kidnapping yet, and she kept jumping around in front of him. He figured he might as well settle all his old and new grudges at once.
Liu Ruotong's eyes seemed to be blazing with fire as she stepped forward and raised her hand to slap her.
When she was little, Wen Wan slapped her and then disappeared without a trace. She searched for her for a long time. Girls change a lot as they grow up. Before, she didn't recognize her enemy in front of her, but now that she recognizes her, she has to hit her back.
Then, the next second, Wen Wan grabbed her arm and pushed her hard, causing her to stagger back a few steps and almost fall.
"What does Senior Sister Liu mean by this? She usually acts all gentle and weak, so why is she trying to hit someone right away?"
Wen Wan struck first, and Liu Ruotong then remembered her "pure and innocent" persona. With red eyes, she asked righteously, "Don't you know why I hit you?"
"If you hadn't slapped me for no reason fifteen years ago, causing me to break the sect rules and lose my qualification as the sect leader's personal disciple, I wouldn't still be an inner disciple now. Isn't it only right that I return the slap?"
Being slapped for no reason and losing her qualification as a direct disciple, everyone who heard about it felt that Wen Wan had gone too far, and that Ruotong's slap in return was too lenient.
Senior Brother Wang immediately drew his spirit sword and held it to Wen Wan's neck, shouting to Liu Ruotong, "Junior Sister Ruotong, I'll help you control her. Hit her as much as you want. She caused you to lose your status as a personal disciple, so one slap is too lenient."
Wen Wan: She was utterly speechless at these stupid people... But Aunt Yue was so wise not to accept Liu Ruotong as her personal disciple.
For those fifteen years, she spent her days either running around on the back mountain or burying herself in her studies. Aunt Yue wasn't around often, so she didn't have time to gossip about these things with her.
I wonder how Liu Qingqing is doing. She was probably the first friend she made here.
A hint of smugness flashed in Liu Ruotong's eyes, and she was about to step forward and hit someone.
"Help! Inner disciples are beating me up!" Wen Wan shouted at the top of her lungs. "They're ganging up on me, an outer disciple, and bullying a mere cultivator with no spiritual power. Is there no justice in this world? Are there no rules in this sect? Help!"
Upon hearing this, Senior Brother Wang subconsciously looked around and saw that many people were attracted by Wen Wan's shouting. His face instantly turned liver-colored, and he pointed his sword at her, threatening, "Shut up! I told you to shut up! Don't you understand?"
Wen Wan blinked her innocent eyes at him and asked in a loud voice, "Why, Senior Brother Wang? So many of you are bullying me, and you won't even let me scream for help?"
"You..." Seeing that she was so unyielding, Senior Brother Wang wanted to stay as far away from her as possible. This time, she had really lost face.
"Senior Sister Ruotong, weren't you going to team up with Senior Brother Wang to beat me up? Then hurry up and do it. Anyway, I can't beat you in front of so many people. I'll be threatened by you if I ask for help." Wen Wan closed her eyes, looking like she was ready to die.
"Which peak are these two disciples from? This is too much! Bullying an outer disciple!" Wen Wan's loud voice attracted the attention of those who witnessed the scene, and they whispered among themselves to the cultivators around them.
"Yes, the key is that this outer disciple doesn't even have spiritual power, yet they still try to bully him with numbers. I wonder which elder these two are disciples of." Another cultivator whispered in reply.
"Isn't that Elder Meng's disciple from Green Mountain Peak? He was the one who helped me register when I signed up for the sect competition a couple of days ago. Isn't that him?" The person speaking nudged the person next to him with his elbow to confirm.
Another person looked closely and said, "Yes, yes, it's him. That female disciple seems to be an inner disciple under the sect leader, right? Liu Ruotong, who almost became a personal disciple before?"
Seeing that someone around her seemed to recognize her, Liu Ruotong tugged at Senior Brother Wang's sleeve: "Senior Brother Wang, let's go. I won't argue with her, so as not to make things worse."
Seeing that things weren't going well, Senior Brother Wang nodded and said, "Consider yourself lucky."
Watching the two figures leave, Wen Wan scoffed: "They really have it both ways."
"Thank you both for speaking up for me," Wen Wan said, bowing to the two men who had just spoken to express her gratitude. "If you two senior brothers need anything in the future, please feel free to ask me for help."
The two smiled politely and didn't take it seriously, after all, Wen Wan didn't even have any cultivation.
Wen Wan didn't mind. She carefully looked at the rewards in the mission hall. The most difficult missions were at the top, and there were three of them at the moment.
The first task is to find the Azure Phoenix, a spirit beast of a certain sect leader that has been missing for more than three months and has not yet returned. A reward of 500 high-grade spirit stones is offered for its discovery.
It seems like a simple and safe task, but with a hefty reward offered and no news for three months, it's probably quite difficult.
The second one: An ancient demon beast in the desolate northern region has had its seal broken and is now causing chaos. A reward of 1000 high-grade spirit stones is offered.
An ancient monster, looks very dangerous, next.
Task 3: A succubus is causing trouble in the Qingyun Continent. She is extremely cunning and has harmed countless people. She is good at hiding, including the disciples on this mission. More than a hundred people have already fallen into trouble. We are tasked with finding the hidden succubus and acting on behalf of Heaven. A reward of 1200 high-grade spirit stones is offered.
These 1200 high-grade spirit stones don't seem so easy to earn; it's like risking your life to get them.
Wen Wan thought for a moment, then left without accepting any tasks and went straight to Wanbaozhai.
The owner of Wanbaozhai is a fat man surnamed Xu.
"Mr. Xu, what good spirit swords do you have here?" Wen Wan asked directly.
Mr. Xu stopped fiddling with the abacus, glanced at her, and seeing that she had little cultivation and didn't seem to be wealthy, he casually said without looking up, "The spirit sword is on the second floor, go straight to the end on the right. Go and see for yourself, and then put it back where it was."
Wen Wan nodded and headed straight for her destination.
She had expected to be greeted by a dazzling array of spirit swords to choose from, but instead, all she saw was one… two… three…
That's all...
They are 1000 high-grade spirit stones, 2500 high-grade spirit stones, and 3000 high-grade spirit stones respectively.
Okay, okay, these are all things she can't afford.
The sword that cost 1000 high-grade spirit stones looked like scrap metal. Wenwan complained, "What kind of broken copper and scrap iron is being sold for such a high price? What a profiteer."
It costs 2500 high-grade spirit stones and is pure white; it should be a mid-grade weapon.
Wen Wan casually tried out the sword with 3,000 high-grade spirit stones. The sword energy directly cut a deep mark on the test wall: the power was good, but the sword was too light and lacked a good feel.
Then I tried the remaining two swords. The pure white sword felt good in my hand, but its power was a bit lacking.
As for that piece of scrap metal... emmm... hard to say.
It's true that you get what you pay for, but even scrap metal isn't worth this price. Could it be that spiritual swords in the cultivation world are all very expensive?
Then Wenwan noticed that after the two fine swords were used to strike the trial wall, the trial wall would slowly recover, while the place where the scrap iron sword struck the trial wall would not recover for a long time.
To confirm that she hadn't misread it, Wen Wan tried it again and found that the sword marks made by the scrap metal were indeed the shallowest, but also the slowest to heal.
She then picked up the scrap metal and examined it carefully, but after pondering it for a long time, she still couldn't figure it out.
Nothing happens by chance, especially not in the cultivation world. Her intuition told her that this "scrap metal" was not simple.
Wen Wan took out a high-grade cleansing talisman, but after using it, there was no change. Could it be that she guessed wrong?
Even the most basic high-level talisman costs at least 100 high-level spirit stones, so this is a huge loss of 100 high-level spirit stones.
It is said that the poorest people in the cultivation world are sword cultivators, while the richest are talisman cultivators and alchemy cultivators. Therefore, she studied and memorized the knowledge of talisman cultivation and alchemy cultivation, but because she could not use her spiritual power, she was still penniless.
Wen Wan took the "scrap metal" downstairs.
"Mr. Xu, I'll take this sword. How about I trade it for ten high-level talismans?"
Although she had no money, she had talismans; she could always barter for other things.
Mr. Xu looked up at her in surprise: "You're not that old, but you're quite arrogant. You can just casually mention ten high-level talismans?"
"Fellow Daoist, please don't joke with me." Boss Xu said with a smile. Drawing talismans consumes a lot of spiritual energy. A high-level talisman might not be finished in a day and would need to rest for three more days before drawing it again.
He knew the value of the items in his shop. This piece of junk wasn't even worth 1,000 high-grade spirit stones, let alone so many high-grade talismans. Besides, high-grade talismans were rare and expensive; if they were put up at an auction, the price might double.
"Hey, what's with this guy bragging about not being able to afford anything?"
Wen Wan turned around and saw that it was none other than her number two lackey, Shen Jing.
"Boss, I'll take these three high-grade immortal herbs and this mid-grade Qi Gathering Pill. It's all here, along with 2,500 high-grade spirit stones." Calm and composed, he tossed his money pouch to the boss, which was completely filled with 2,500 high-grade spirit stones.
After throwing it away, he glanced at Wen Wan with disdain, his face full of contempt: "I'm not like some people who can't produce spirit stones and still spout nonsense."
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