Dan-forming magic weapon
“I don’t know!”
As soon as Wang Nanxing reached a safe place, he let down his guard, wishing his whole body would turn into mud. His eyes were lifeless. "I don't know why I'm wanted. I just feel like my life has been incredibly unlucky."
"A year ago, I accidentally entered the back mountain and then the teleportation array, and was teleported to District 9. You don't know how scary District 9 is. I was teleported to a mine, and it was a living hell."
"Women are used as men, and men are used as animals."
"As a man, I mixed in there just to make a living. Every day I had to dig up a whole basket of low-grade spirit stones and submit them to the district chief and the garrison. Then I tried my best to escape. Fortunately, I ran away one day. Maybe because I'm not a local, they didn't recognize me and didn't guard against me too much."
"I think that was the luckiest day of my life, because I accidentally entered the back mountain and then the teleportation array, which teleported me to Area 8. Then I went through a lot of hardships to find my parents."
"But I was also injured because of it. My ankle was sprained and my leg was broken. I stayed in bed for a year. When I finally recovered, I could eat whatever I wanted and stand up and jump around. But then I found out that I was wanted!"
Qianluo: "Why are you wanted?"
Wang Nanxing hesitated: "I don't know either..."
He covered his face, thinking of his parents, his eyes reddened. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more he spoke, the sadder he became. Finally, he hugged the super fat cat next to him and cried loudly: "I don't know what I did wrong to be wanted! I'm just a 16-year-old boy. What can I do? Why do you treat me like this?"
"My parents are still suffering over there. I don't know how they are doing. I also want to meet them, but they helped me escape and they definitely don't want me to come back."
"So I didn't know where to go, so I came to my cousin's house and found the spirit wine on her cabinet. I wanted to drink it myself, but when I heard you open the door, I hid. I didn't expect you to come into this haunted house..."
Qian Luo understood that Wang Nanxing was also an unlucky boy, but there must be other reasons why he was wanted by District Chief Wang Tongtian for no reason.
Or is he hiding something?
Qian Luo looked at the guilty Wang Nanxing, but he avoided her gaze.
"Sister..." He gritted his teeth.
Wang Nanxing suddenly knelt down with a plop, her eyes red. "I know I shouldn't embarrass you, but I don't know who else I can ask for help besides you. Sister, since you saved me, I beg you to save my parents. They are in Wang Tongtian's hands, and I don't know what suffering they have suffered."
"I don't ask for anything else. I just hope you can come with me to find out about my parents. Don't look down on my young age. I'm actually already at the first level of Qi training, and I have three spiritual roots. I'm sure my cultivation will get higher and higher in the future."
Wang Nanxing had no other options. Where could a young man like him, only at the first level of Qi training, hide? The opponent was at the middle stage of foundation building, and he was just a teenager with low cultivation. The sister in front of him seemed to know his aunt and uncle's family, so if he asked for help, it might help him.
Qian Luo looked at the young man in front of her and suddenly felt that this scene was particularly similar to Liu Xiaoqing, who knelt down and begged her at that time. They were both desperate because their relatives were kidnapped, but they had no ability to rescue their relatives, so they could only expect her, who seemed to have a high level of cultivation, to save them.
She didn't know what she was thinking. She only knew that she helped Liu Xiaoqing before because Liu Xiaoqing looked like she was going crazy, as if she was her last straw and would die if she didn't agree.
Besides, Liu Xiaoqing had already given her a meal.
She originally didn't want to get involved too much, just wanting to grab her old things and go to District 7 to rescue Sun Rushuang. But the boy in front of her happened to be a relative of Aunt Wang Wenxiu.
Could it be that her main storyline now is to save the world?
District 8 Mayor Wang Tongtian… She had lived there before, and he was often elusive. Aside from rent hikes, he didn't seem to have any other outrageous actions. Compared to District 9 Mayor Yan Bufan, this District 8 Mayor seemed much more "kind."
But in reality, the arrogance of the rent collectors and the rent increase are oppressing the common people at the bottom, especially those ordinary people who have to pay the rent in addition to supporting their own children, work to earn money, sell their livers and kidneys, and finally are kicked out of the house. Their final fate is either to live on the streets or to be left dead in the wilderness.
One of the biggest differences between District 9 and District 8 is the difference in houses. The houses in District 9 are like small wooden houses and concrete houses in poor mountain villages, but these houses belong to mortals themselves and do not require spirit beads to pay rent.
But in Area 8, the situation is different. You need to pay for every breath of spiritual energy you take.
The reason for this is that monsters and wild beasts often appear in the mountains of District 8, so on ordinary nights, no one usually goes up the mountain to pick spiritual herbs and look for opportunities.
Therefore, the houses in Area 8 are a guarantee of life, and monsters and wild beasts rarely come down the mountain to attack humans. In addition, there is a spirit gathering formation above the houses in Area 8, which can gather spiritual energy and help mortals absorb spiritual energy and nourish their bodies.
This is why everyone is working so hard to earn money and is unwilling to leave their house in District 8.
If Yan Bufan, the mayor of District 9, exploited the labor of men and the fertility of women, just like the chaotic and ignorant feudal era, then Wang Tongtian, the mayor of District 8, was exploiting the labor of everyone, draining their pockets, and sucking their blood like a modern capitalist.
Qian Luo was also shocked by such an idea. She didn't expect that even after cultivating immortality, she would still see not only the preference for boys over girls and forcing women of good families into prostitution, but also people working like beasts of burden and being cheap laborers.
Sometimes she was a little confused. Was she coming to a world of immortal cultivation or a parallel universe?
Why are capitalists everywhere?
As for herself, in order to draw Qi into her body, she once washed dishes in the kitchen, worked as a blacksmith in a blacksmith shop, worked as a waitress in a restaurant, and worked as a salesperson in a spiritual weapon shop... These were purely part-time jobs, with no five social insurances and one housing fund, and the hourly wage was 10 spirit beads, and she worked twelve hours a day.
It was still dark when I went there in the morning, and it was already late when I got home at night. I worked day and night under the stars. After a month, I found that my performance pay had been deducted, and the last month was 2,500 spirit beads.
The 2,500 spirit beads were not only used to pay for rent, but also for food and drink. If she got sick, it was even more serious. There was no hospital here, so she relied on barefoot doctors or had to go up the mountain to pick a few herbs for treatment. It was also because of her years of martial arts training and absorbing spiritual energy that she was in good health and had not been killed by any medical treatment in 18 years.
She really saved money by the skin of her teeth, so she didn't have any extra spirit beads to recharge the immortal cultivation simulator at that time. Along the way, she didn't rely on herself but on others, killing people and stealing treasures to make a fortune.
Thanks to District 9, from the dragon dance team captain to Yan Bufan along the way, she was able to pick up so many things. It was really a blessing from heaven. Thank you for the gift from nature.
She looked up at the spirit gathering formation that covered the entire house in District 8, and suddenly had an idea. Maybe Wang Tongtian was also a master of formations. It just so happened that she had no other skills besides alchemy, so why not go and meet him?
Besides, she has been exploited for more than ten years in District 8 because Wang Tongtian raised the rent every month and every year, causing the nearby bosses to offer lower and lower wages, but the rent was getting higher and higher, and they were unable to make ends meet.
Seeing that the girl was still thinking, he gritted his teeth and said, "Sister, I'll tell you the truth. Actually, Wang Tongtian is from our Wang family. My family of three, as well as Aunt Wang Wenxiu's family of three, all come from a large family, the Wang family. Because this family once produced a cultivator in the late foundation building stage, who is our ancestor!"
"Actually, I just lied. Wang Tongtian wanted to force us to reveal the whereabouts of the foundation-building ancestor Wang Daocheng's Jindan magic weapon."
Qian Luo was shocked. She thought that while she was hesitating for a moment, this guy actually revealed some information. No wonder Aunt Wang Wenxiu had been muttering about the ancestor every day. It turned out that their clan really had a cultivator in the late foundation building stage.
Seeing the girl's interest, he continued, "Many years ago, my Wang family was considered a prominent family of immortal cultivators here. Our ancestor, Wang Daocheng, was born with golden spiritual roots and cultivated at an extremely fast speed. In just twenty years, he had already reached the initial stage of foundation building. He traveled abroad and brought back numerous spiritual tools, formations, elixirs, spiritual stones, and talismans..."
"This old ancestor had reached a critical period and was in seclusion preparing to break through to the Core Formation stage. At that time, a thunderstorm descended from the sky. It was vast and majestic, with astonishing momentum. One of the thunderstorms struck the old ancestor's high-level spiritual weapon. The high-level spiritual weapon was unable to withstand the thunderstorm and was instantly reduced to ashes."
"I heard that the ancestor prepared many high-level spiritual tools to resist the thunder in order to form a pill. Among them was a magic tool for forming a pill that he had gone through untold hardships to find from a master."
"Unfortunately, he still failed to successfully form a pill. His cultivation level plummeted and he never recovered. Our Wang family also became insignificant sand in the long river of time."
Qianluo touched his head and asked, "Does a Jindan magic weapon really exist?"
Wang Nanxing said bitterly, "Sister, I won't hide it from you. That's what the book says. But in reality, after so many years, how could there still be a magic weapon? Now that the Tianyan Continent is divided into nine regions, the Wang family has long been unworthy of its name and is declining."
He paused, fearing that she would be unwilling to help, and hurriedly explained: "But our family is a direct descendant of the Wang family. I know where there are high-level spiritual weapons. As long as you help me and look for my parents with me, I will tell you the whereabouts of the high-level spiritual weapons!"
Qian Luo didn't want to figure out whether this was true or not. She wanted revenge anyway, so why not kill District Chief Wang Tongtian?
Besides, hadn't Xiaoqing and the others always wanted to do business with District 8? Then she could be a pioneer, conquer District 8 and establish a vast territory. So that the people of District 8 wouldn't be torn apart and displaced by rent.
Qianluo: "Okay, I promise you, we will take a rest here now."
"Okay, sister!" Wang Nanxing, this boy, was sweet-mouthed. He immediately cleaned out a clean place for her to sit down. He busied himself like a little bee, picking a bunch of wild fruits and holding a bamboo tube of water, his eyes sparkling.
"Sister, are you thirsty? Are you hungry? Here are the wild fruits I picked, and the water is clean too."
He reassured again and again: "Don't worry, sister. Ever since I was unlucky and was teleported to Area 9, I have experience in the mountains. I can tell which fruits are poisonous and which are not at a glance!"
Qian Luo felt very happy about Wang Nanxing's kindness. Although she had already established her foundation and practiced fasting and didn't need to eat anymore, she still nodded and took a sip of water.
Wang Nanxing saw this, her eyebrows curved, and she said cautiously, "Sister, I know that the two of us are definitely not strong enough to defeat that evil district chief, but I just want to get some news about my parents."
Qian Luo tapped his forehead: "I understand. You should have a good rest." She took out a bottle of Spirit Gathering Pill from her storage bag and handed it to him, "Practice well and strive for a breakthrough."
"Okay!" Wang Nanxing's eyes lit up. It was a second-grade elixir! This second-grade elixir was scarce in District 8!
When Wang Nanxing saw the exquisite storage bag on her waist, he knew that she must not be an ordinary cultivator. Ordinary cultivators would not have storage bags. Moreover, she dared to go against Wang Tongtian and stand on his side. In addition to the promise of a high-level spiritual weapon, there must be other reasons.
He touched the damaged storage bag around his waist. It was a legacy from his ancestors, passed down through the years, and his parents gave it to him because they were reluctant to use it themselves.
After stuffing the extra fruits and bamboo tube water into the storage bag, the boy rubbed his face, which was blown stiff, and wiped off the dust on his face, revealing a clean face.
Looking up at the silent night sky, dotted with stars and shining silver light, and the thin snowflakes falling in winter, it seemed a bit cold. He wrapped himself in his down jacket, exhaled a breath of hot air, and huddled beside the stone obediently, conserving his energy, practicing hard, and looking forward to tomorrow.
Qian Luo glanced at Wang Nanxing who was shivering with cold, and waved her hand. A bloody fire burned beside her, the temperature was scorching, and it made people feel warm. The wrinkles between the boy's brows were finally smoothed out, and his breathing became long. His skin was fair, and his eyebrows and eyes were delicate. He looked a bit like Wang Siyu.
Still a child after all...
Chi Zhao finally escaped from Wang Nanxing's arms and quickly jumped into Qianluo's spirit beast bag: "It's too dangerous, I want to go home."
And then never dared to come out again.
Qianluo: “…”
Since Wang Tongtian wanted to obtain the Jindan magic weapon, why did he want to capture Wang Nanxing again?
Could it be that this magical weapon for forming a elixir is on Wang Nanxing?
What is going on?
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