Chapter 47 A Little Money
Lin Du felt something was wrong.
Why did she, a formation mage, receive so many challenges?
The monks in Zhongzhou are too warlike.
After rejecting three challenges, Lin Du sighed, turned around and glanced at Xia Tianwu, "Can you spread the news that I only have one year left to live?"
"If you only have one year left to live, there will be an endless stream of people challenging you to a fight. If you can defeat the most gifted person before you die, that will be enough for them to brag about for the rest of their lives."
Lin Du hesitated for a moment, "Even if the victory is unfair? I am a patient."
"You didn't look like a patient in the secret realm." Yan Qing commented sincerely, "Especially when you crushed the skull of a high-ranking monk."
"That skull you mentioned? It's not even as hard as the ice in Luoze." Lin Du waved his cloak lazily, "Brother, why haven't you recovered yet? If we don't go back, the people who challenge us will really line up at the Dingjiu City Gate."
Yan Qing politely accepted a challenge from someone, and said in a steady voice, "Whoever challenges someone on the Qingyun Ranking or Chongxiao Ranking, as long as the Heavenly Dao deems the competition fair, the name of the winner will replace the name of the challenged person."
"So every newcomer on the list will have someone challenge him or her to a fight. This has almost become an old tradition in Zhongzhou."
"Almost no one in the Supreme Sect can escape being challenged."
Lin Du felt something was wrong, "My fifth senior brother too?"
"There was once someone who had been guarding our mountain for a hundred years, just to compete with Uncle Jiang Liang in alchemy and replace him on the Chongxiao Ranking."
Lin Du asked, "And then?"
"That person never showed up. The master hasn't come down the mountain for a hundred years and hasn't seen any strangers." Xia Tianwu responded.
As soon as Lin Du smiled, she knew.
The four of them, holding a bunch of challenge letters, followed the parents who had just finished the "Parents' Meeting" onto the spirit ship. No one paid attention to the points list shouted out by the elder who read out the rankings.
Anyway, the names of these four people are neatly listed at the very front, and the Supreme Sect is still ranked first among the sects.
"So how many challenge invitations did Junior Master receive in total?"
Lin Du took off his cloak and said, "I don't know. I rejected it because I have a serious illness and cannot use my spiritual power rashly."
Except for Wu Xi who stamped the document when others were not paying attention, the others were not the kind of people who would force others to do things.
"Among the four of us, Yan Qing probably collected the most."
Yan Qing nodded helplessly, "I'm just a scholar, and they insist on fighting with me."
As he spoke, his mind moved and a stack of challenge letters appeared in his hand. The papers were neatly arranged in different colors and sizes, but when piled up, they were as thick as bricks.
Lin Du touched his chin and looked at Yuan Ye.
In a flash, five challenge letters appeared in the boy's hand, and he waved them a few times like opening a fan. "Only five, nothing to be afraid of."
After all, most of the people he fought with were also music cultivators, and it was a literary fight, not a physical fight like Yan Qing.
"Where's Jinxuan?"
Ni Jinxuan counted on her fingers, "No more, no less, seven. I fight one a month. By the time the iris flowers bloom in July, the fight will be over."
Lin Du raised his eyebrows. Even the schedule has been arranged, so those disciples of the Supreme Sect who are in seclusion for cultivation are probably doing so because they really don't want to accept the challenge.
The four of them leaned on the tables and chairs, chatting and counting the medicinal herbs they brought back this time.
"Junior Master, do you have any medicinal herbs you need?" Ni Jinxuan sorted through the herbs she had picked and looked at Xia Tianwu.
Xia Tianwu took a look and said, "That one Heavenly Grade Stone Flower can be used to refine the Jiang Yuan Sheng Gu Pill to make up for the innate deficiency. The rest are not unusable, but the effects are minimal. They are not suitable. You should keep them for yourself."
"Except for the 30% that is handed over to the sect, the rest should be given to Junior Master Uncle!" Ni Jinxuan quickly came up with an idea.
Lin Du was originally lazily leaning on the couch with his arms propped up, writing and drawing. Hearing this, he raised his eyelids, "You can, but it's not necessary. Keep it for yourself. Otherwise, you can sell it at a high price in the sect's consignment office. Buy yourself something that is beneficial to your cultivation, kid."
Although the sect has everything it needs, having money doesn't mean it can be made this way.
"but……"
"No, but I, Lin Du, don't like to owe favors to others. If you want to give it to me, I can exchange it for an equal value."
"But I give it to you, Junior Master Uncle, voluntarily! I don't need anything in return." Ni Jinxuan's eyes widened.
Lin Du put away his writing brush and sat up, saying, "I know you don't need it, but the road to cultivation is long, so leave yourself some inheritance."
"Little Master Uncle will teach you a saying today: to show kindness is to show gratitude and to fight against hatred is to show hatred."
She didn't sit properly, one leg was propped up, the other leg was still crooked, her face was smiling, but her eyes were misty, "There is also a saying, great kindness is great hatred."
"Your Junior Master Uncle doesn't want to be your enemy, and Junior Master Uncle doesn't want you to make more enemies in the future."
"Everyone has their own destiny. If Junior Master's illness requires you to steal the sect's treasure, do you want to violate the ancestral sect rules?"
Ju Yuan had thought it was just a joke and didn't interrupt, but now as Lin Du's words became more and more outrageous, he couldn't help but interrupt, "It's not as serious as you say, Junior Sister. The child is still young, and he just wants you to be well."
"Besides, we are all like brothers in the Wushang Sect. No matter what treasure the sect possesses, it should be kept for our own people."
As soon as he finished speaking, he secretly said that it was not right, Lin Du was younger than Ni Jinxuan.
Seeing the little girl's originally excited face slowly showing a puzzled loneliness, Lin Du sighed, softened his voice, and waved to her, "I appreciate the friendship between fellow disciples. As the saying goes, brothers should settle accounts clearly. Be good."
It was hard for her not to suspect that this child, Ni Jinxuan, would help steal the sect's treasures regardless of whether the target was the Demon Lord or not.
This child is too innocent and too kind.
In the plot, the Demon King shared hardships with the little girl, but she herself received such a sunflower without doing anything, which was not good.
The little girl obediently walked to Lin Du's soft couch and got a box of six spirit crystals.
"I'll buy the stone flower, okay?" Lin Du said, pinching her hair. "I'm not short of money, and you're not short of medicine. Let's cooperate and win together."
Ni Jinxuan knew that although Lin Du's voice was gentle, his attitude was firm, so she accepted it reluctantly.
In fact, she didn't really understand why a great favor could turn into a great hatred, but since Junior Master said so, she would eat it all up like eating the meal Junior Master cooked it. Even if she didn't know what kind of meat it was, she would swallow it whole and digest it slowly over time.
In the end, Junior Master Uncle would not harm her, and one day, she would be able to understand the heavy meaning in Lin Du's words that she could not fathom.
"But Junior Sister," Ju Yuan remembered something, "where did you get so much money?"
Lin Du said, "My master has a little money, and then he searched the ancient city for a lot of money. What's going on?"
Ju Yuan retracted his gaze, lowered his head and sighed, "It's okay then."
This is what the master is like. He is both a father and a mother, and he also has to give money.
Although there aren't many array mages that can fight, they are really rich.
"Hey, Junior Master, what herbs are you missing? I have them here..."
Yuan Ye was just about to speak with a smile when suddenly there was a heavy crash. The spiritual power shield made a sharp sound, and then the spiritual ship shook. He lost his balance and rolled off the chair with a thud.
Ju Yuan's expression froze, and he stood up. "It seems someone has hit our boat. Tian Wu, come with me. The four of you stay inside and don't move rashly."