People with good fortune have an innate sense of connection with each other.

Just like in Taiwei Sect, people with high luck are almost all gathered in three branches, just like Feng Shao can meet Lin Xiaoran and that little girl when walking on the street, just like at this moment, when Ye Chen saw the little girl, he couldn't help but pay attention to her.

Feng Shao's luck is not particularly high, but it is also one in a hundred. Although he feels that his template seems to be closer to a villain, this is not contradictory, because even a villain has high luck.

If you don’t have enough luck, you are not qualified to be a villain. You can only be a passerby or cannon fodder.

Although Ye Chen had an inexplicable interest in the little girl, he didn't think much about it. However, judging from the Qi training booklet she was holding, it should have been issued by Taiwei Sect. Although Ye Chen had never seen it, he had heard Han Biyun mention it. After all, apart from Taiwei Sect, he had never heard of any other sect doing such a thing.

Afterwards, Deng Ying took Ye Chen to stroll around Linglong Pavilion.

Although Deng Ying's father was not the boss of Linglong Pavilion, he was also the manager of Linglong Pavilion in Liyang City, and his status here was very high. As his daughter, Deng Ying was also proud of it. While taking Ye Chen to visit the various collections of Linglong Pavilion, she proudly said: "For many things, only our Linglong Pavilion in the entire Upper Domain has the means to get them. If other chambers of commerce want them, they have to purchase them from us!"

Ye Chen smiled and nodded without answering. This girl is good in every way, silly, innocent, and pretty, but there is only one thing that is a bit unbearable, that is, she is too nagging.

But this is someone else's territory after all, so Ye Chen couldn't say much and could only smile without saying anything.

But he also wanted to win over Deng Ying so as to get in touch with Linglong Pavilion!

Not long after, the two came to the treasure house that specially collected magic weapons. After Ye Chen followed Deng Ying for a while, his eyes stayed on one of the magic weapons and couldn't move away.

That magical weapon was Ye Chen’s “Red Dragon Sword”.

Ye Chen hid his surprise and said to Deng Ying with a smile, "Miss Deng, where did you get these magic weapons?"

Deng Ying shrugged. "I don't know about that. I heard that some were custom-made from the Divine Weapon Workshop, some were found in secret realms, some were purchased from broken weapons and recast, and many were pawned or sold directly here."

Ye Chen's eyes could not help but flash with anger, but he tried to keep his tone calm: "So, Linglong Pavilion also accepts others to sell weapons?"

"Not only weapons, as long as it can be proven to be valuable, we at Linglong Pavilion will buy it. Of course, we also sell it, and we just make a profit from the difference in price."

Ye Chen remained silent.

Obviously, the "Red Dragon Sword" displayed here was sold by Feng Shao to Linglong Pavilion. No wonder Master and Senior Sister couldn't get the sword back, it turned out that Feng Shao had taken it to sell for money.

This is outrageous!

Ye Chen could hardly suppress his anger, and his whole body began to tremble involuntarily. He glanced at Deng Ying and suddenly said, "Miss Deng, where did that knife come from? It looks a bit like something I saw in an ancient book."

"Which knife?" Deng Ying subconsciously looked in the direction Ye Chen pointed.

While Deng Ying was looking away, Ye Chen immediately put the "Red Dragon Sword" into his storage ring without making a sound, and then said, "It's the bronze knife."

Deng Ying was completely unaware of Ye Chen's little trick and explained it to him with great interest. Ye Chen seemed to be listening very seriously, but in his heart he was so excited that he almost jumped up.

It really is a piece of cake!

After accompanying Deng Ying for a while, Ye Chen found an excuse to leave. Deng Ying was not in a position to keep him, so she reluctantly sent Ye Chen out the door and asked him to come and play more often when he was free.

Ye Chen responded with a smile, then left in a hurry.

Deng Ying watched Ye Chen's back disappear at the end of the street, and then walked back to Linglong Pavilion. Although it was only the first time they met, Deng Ying inexplicably developed a strong liking for Ye Chen, and even she herself couldn't explain why.

As soon as she entered the inner hall, Deng Ying saw her father approaching her anxiously. As soon as the shopkeeper saw Deng Ying, he grabbed her and asked anxiously, "Aying, did you see anyone enter the Weapon Storage Pavilion just now?"

Deng Ying's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he quickly asked, "Dad, what happened?"

The shopkeeper paused and sighed, "Alas! The sword that the son-in-law left with us is gone!"

"Sword? What sword?" Deng Ying asked curiously.

"A red sword, three feet and three inches long and two fingers wide... How? Have you seen it?" the shopkeeper asked hurriedly.

Deng Ying thought for a moment and said, "When I went in just now, I saw the sword. How come it disappeared so quickly?"

"Where did you see it?"

"It's on the left side of the middle of the fourth row of shelves in the Weapon Storage Pavilion." Deng Ying said affirmatively.

The shopkeeper shook his head and said, "I remember putting it there, but the sword is no longer there!"

"How is this possible?" Deng Ying suddenly thought of a possibility, but she was unwilling to believe it. "Could it be that the little girl and Xiaobao took it out to play?"

"A sword weighs at least ten pounds. How can a child of that age lift it?" The shopkeeper shook his head again.

Deng Ying still didn't want to believe that the young man who had just made her feel so fond of him was actually a thief!

Seeing Deng Ying's distracted look, the shopkeeper suddenly became suspicious and couldn't help asking, "Aying, could it be that you took the sword?"

"Of course not!" Deng Ying shook her head quickly, "Why would I hold a sword? I don't use a sword!"

The shopkeeper looked at her suspiciously and said, "If you took it, then put it back immediately. No one will know about it."

"I said I didn't take it, can you please stop suspecting me?" Deng Ying was immediately angry and ran away. The shopkeeper looked at her from behind and became more and more certain that even if she didn't take the sword, she was probably involved!

Deng Ying ran all the way back to her room and buried her head in her bed, feeling extremely upset. She was furious when she thought that someone she trusted so much would steal things while she was showing him around.

She couldn't help pounding her fists on the pillow, gritting her teeth and saying, "You damned thief! You despicable villain! I thought you were a good person! Go to hell! Go to hell quickly! Don't let me see you again! Otherwise, I will make you pay!"

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Outsiders did not know about the dispute between Qingyangzi and Qin Zhao. Feng Shao was busy training his fellow apprentices and had no time to deal with it. Not to mention that he did not know, even if he knew, he would probably not bother to waste his energy on such a matter.

In his opinion, it was really low-level to consider such things. His goal was not to confront the Son of Luck, nor to steal the limelight from his master, but to turn the three holy places in the upper domain into four.

And this is only Feng Shao's first goal. As for the more ambitious goals, because they are too far away, so for the time being, there is only an idea, and it is far from the time to consider those.

After five days of training, good news came from the Alchemy Pavilion.

The ten Fire-Repelling Pills that Feng Shao needed have been successfully refined.

Looking at the red, steaming pill in his hand, Feng Shao asked Elder Zhu, "Old Zhu, what is the effect of this pill?"

Elder Zhu took a sip of wine from the wine gourd and said unhappily, "It has the standard 80% effect! There is no spiritual fire to use, it all depends on my Dan fire. You should be satisfied if you can refine it like this!"

“Eighty percent? That’s pretty good.” Feng Shao nodded and put the pill away.

"Feng boy, I'm going to ask you one last time, do you really want to go to Bifangyuan?" Elder Zhu couldn't help but ask before Feng Shao left.

Feng Shao said firmly: "We must go this time! Old Zhu, you also know how important spiritual fire is to the sect. Not only does your alchemy pavilion need it, but the foundry also needs it, and the construction of the training tower also needs it!"

Elder Zhu sighed, "Alright, alright, since you're determined, I can only wish you good luck! But before you leave, I have to remind you. It doesn't matter if you can't get the spiritual fire, but don't give your life away!"

Feng Shao smiled and said, "Don't worry, Old Zhu! If I don't complete what I promised you, I will die in humiliation!"

"Bah, bah, bah! You kid are saying such unlucky words! Get out of here!" Elder Zhu shouted angrily.

Feng Shao laughed, then turned and left.

On that day, Feng Shao told everyone to prepare at least seven days of food and to gather at the mountain gate at 3:30 am the next day. The disciples had long been accustomed to Feng Shao's style of doing things, and after responding, they went back to prepare.

At dawn the next day, everyone gathered in front of the mountain gate. Feng Shao first distributed the fire-proof pills to everyone, and then said: "This pill is called the fire-proof pill, which can protect you from being burned by the fire for a short period of time. Everyone keep it well and don't lose it. I don't have any extra ones."

"Senior Brother Shengzi, where are we going?" Cao Guang asked curiously.

Feng Shao smiled slightly and said, "Bifang Yuan!"