This junior sister is named Tong Qiaoxia. She was an abandoned baby who was adopted by her master when she was young. Tong is also her master's surname.
That evening, after returning home, he took out the Rhombus Fruit and put it together with a letter, asking his fellow disciples to take it back to the island and deliver it to their master.
His master's name was Tong Zixing, a peak Mahayana cultivator on Lianhuan Island. He had been troubled by inner demons and dared not attempt to undergo tribulation. He was still suppressing his cultivation and staying on the island to refine his spiritual power.
Tong Qiaoxia actually had some doubts about whether the Lingguang Fruit was real, so she could only ask her senior brother to take it back to their master for identification.
The senior sister, named Yan Yun, was speechless when she saw her junior sister carefully entrusting someone to take this fruit, whose authenticity was unknown, back to her master: "You're really taking that Lingguang Fruit back to Master?"
Tong Qiaoxia said, "Let Master try it and see if it works. If the Lingguang Fruit is real, I will buy some more. If it is fake, then forget it."
Yan Yun had no choice but to shake her head and let her be. In fact, Tong Zixing had eaten countless Lingguang Fruits. Her master was, after all, a cultivator at the peak of the Mahayana stage. Would it be difficult for him to obtain some Lingguang Fruits? She genuinely felt that Tong Qiaoxia was making a fuss over nothing.
Qi Zhiheng and Yang Yitian's stall attracted the attention of some cultivators. There were quite a few cultivators waiting to pick up people, but no one would have thought of setting up a stall here. As a result, Qi Zhiheng and Yang Yitian's behavior drew the attention of others.
Yang Yitian and Qi Zhiheng's stall had a variety of spiritual fruits. Some of the fruits were indeed rare varieties, but there were also some common spiritual fruits that could replenish spiritual energy and restore one's own spiritual power.
Immediately, some people bought some from their stall.
The business of selling spirit fruits is quite good. The spirit fruits grown in Qi Zhiheng's space are superior in both taste and spiritual energy, perhaps because they are irrigated by a spiritual spring. This has attracted many repeat customers.
Some people also noticed the pills on Qi Zhiheng's table and went up to ask about them. To everyone's surprise, these were actually top-grade pills!
Top-grade pills are extremely rare, and as soon as Qi Zhiheng's top-grade pills were discovered, they were immediately snapped up by a few people.
Qi Zhiheng had refined a lot of pills before, all of which were made before his cultivation level had improved. He and Yang Yitian couldn't finish them all, so after selling some to the cultivators who followed them, they still had a lot left. Now was the perfect time to sell some of the pills to prevent them from piling up.
With the pills leading the way, these cultivators subconsciously felt that the quality of the items on the stall must be good, so a lot of the items on the stall were quickly bought as well.
Yang Yitian's talismans were quite good, but since he hadn't personally tested them, he didn't know their true power. However, judging from the shimmering spiritual light on the runes, their quality was excellent. Many people also chose to purchase combat and defensive talismans.
However, some meticulous cultivators felt that the items Qi Zhiheng and his group were selling were far too expensive.
Yang Yitian didn't expect his talismans to be so popular. You see, he could cultivate just by drawing talismans, so whenever he wanted to increase his cultivation level, he would draw talismans, and he had accumulated quite a few over time.
Qi Zhiheng was always earning spirit stones, while Yang Yitian rarely needed to use them. Therefore, his talismans were rarely traded as commodities. Besides, the power of a talisman could only be known after use. Generally, the quality of a talisman could be seen from its runes, but its true power could not. Yang Yitian felt that his talismans were much more powerful than others, but others certainly couldn't tell. To let them know its power, they would have to try it first. Yang Yitian was too lazy to deal with people, after all, the power of a talisman could vary greatly. Perhaps one talisman was very powerful, but the next one might be mediocre. He was unwilling to sell his things cheaply, so he simply let it go.
It's quite a pleasant thing to be able to sell off the old inventory this time.
Once everything on the stall was sold out, Qi Zhiheng and Yang Yitian returned to their house, where a defensive array was placed outside the door to prevent disturbance from others.
While meditating that day, Yang Yitian had a dream. In his dream, a celestial palace appeared, the very palace where he had successfully formed a contract. The palace's gates were open, and its grandeur could be seen from the outside.
He stepped inside. The scene inside was very familiar, somewhat similar to the current celestial palace, yet not quite. It seemed to be an earlier celestial palace, with the flowers and plants inside not being very old, clearly plants that had been planted less than a hundred years ago.
Yang Yitian walked in, originally thinking that this place would be as peaceful as the immortal palace he had obtained. However, after entering, he saw a group of busy women. Most of them were dressed in similar clothes, so they were probably disciples of the same sect or servants of some mansion.
Yang Yitian hesitated. With so many people around, he wasn't sure whether to go in or not. After a moment's hesitation, he continued walking inside.
Yang Yitian guessed that these women were probably servants of this celestial palace. After walking a distance inside, he noticed that they were in a hurry, carrying dishes, wine vessels, and other items, all heading in the same direction.
Yang Yitian then followed the maids and was pulled over. He had already realized that the maids seemed unable to see him.
His current thinking ability is almost zero. He only subconsciously thinks that he may have taken a concealment pill and an invisibility talisman, otherwise why would these women ignore him?
He followed the maid's route to a courtyard.
There is a pond here, with wisps of spiritual energy forming mist on its surface. A pavilion is built on the water, and four people are sitting in the pavilion.
An old man with white hair and beard, wearing a gray Taoist robe.
A man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, dressed in a blue robe and with his hair tied up in a jade crown, exuded an air of nobility.
A handsome man with a cool and aloof demeanor, dressed in white with a white fox fur cloak, exuded an aura of coldness that kept strangers at bay.
Yang Yitian was momentarily stunned. Apart from the old man with the white beard and white hair, the other two men were extremely handsome, so he wanted to get closer to take a look.
He walked across the wooden bridge and found the three of them drinking and chatting happily. However, the content of their conversation was not light, and Yang Yitian tried to listen carefully, but he only vaguely heard words such as Hanqing Immortal Lord, the Path to the Divine Realm, and the joy of moving to a new house.
In the end, Yang Yitian could only piece together some details: the host was hosting a housewarming banquet, and the old man and the man in the blue robe were the invited guests.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Yitian felt his eyelids grow heavy, and he drifted off to sleep leaning against the bridge railing...
Yang Yitian suddenly opened his eyes!
Before him was a familiar house, and beside him sat his Daoist partner, Qi Zhiheng, meditating. Only then did he suddenly remember what had just happened, and realized that he must have just had a dream.
No wonder the content just now was always so blurry; isn't that what dreams are all like?
He patted his head, only remembering that the two handsome men from earlier were very dashing, but he had long forgotten how to describe their appearance in detail.
Qi Zhiheng opened his eyes and saw Yang Yitian patting his head. He asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Yang Yitian opened his mouth, his eyes darted around a few times, and then said, "It's nothing, I've been meditating for too long, my head is a little numb."
He had originally intended to tell Qi Zhiheng about his dream, but in the end he didn't. He figured it wasn't anything important, but what if Qi Zhiheng knew that he had dreamt of other handsome men? That would be terrible! It could easily lead to family discord!
So he decided to keep quiet.
Qi Zhiheng: "..." Even a beginner would only experience leg numbness, right? What's so special about a numb head?
Yang Yitian and Qi Zhiheng set up a stall to sell things yesterday, and their performance was quite good. When they went out again today, they found that many other forces had already set up stalls on their own territories and were also selling some items.
Yang Yitian had anticipated that others would follow suit, but he hadn't expected there to be so many. He sighed and said, "I didn't expect so many people to be trying to steal my business this morning."
Qi Zhiheng also set up their stall nearby.
Today's items are similar to yesterday's, still the same things. The cultivators who took the pills and ate the fruits yesterday and found them to be effective came over to buy things again today when they saw Qi Zhiheng come out.
The prices are the same as yesterday, and a bit more expensive than other stalls. However, their products are of good quality, so they have no shortage of buyers.
Qi Zhiheng's business had been open for a few days when, early that morning, just as Qi Zhiheng and Yang Yitian set up their stall, a large wave of customers arrived.
Just then, a voice came from afar: "Master, over there, that's where I bought the diamond fruit last time."
"Excuse me, my master has something to say!" the voice continued.
At this time, buying things is a matter of grabbing; who would be stupid enough to give way? The sound of getting the item was quickly drowned out by the crowd.
"Hey! Could you please make way for my master?" the woman's voice rang out again.
No one showed any intention of giving way. Just then, an aura belonging to a Mahayana cultivator emanated from the crowd, and the cultivators who had been fighting fiercely stopped and scattered in all directions!
This was actually a cultivator in the Mahayana stage, and everyone present dared not act rashly anymore.
Tong Qiaoxia was a little angry. These people treated everything she said as if it were nothing. Sure enough, only strength mattered! This group of bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong.
The three of them approached the stall.
Qi Zhiheng and Yang Yitian had no choice but to stand up from their chairs, bow with their hands clasped in greeting, and remain silent as they did not know who the other person was.
The newcomers were Tong Qiaoxia and her senior sister/master.
Tong Qiaoxia said excitedly, "Boss! Do you still have any more of those diamond-shaped fruits? We'll take them all!"
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