Chapter 112 My name is Jiang Xianwan
Two incense sticks later.
Lin Yujin wiped the tears from her eyes with her sleeve, then struggled to raise her hand and slap herself across the face. "So... I have a nephew?"
Bai Ziye's unfocused gaze fell into the void, his voice still heavy with nasal congestion as he murmured, "So... I'll be able to see Xingxing soon!"
Su Qingliu lowered her reddened eyes and took out her mustard seed pouch.
Bai Ziye and Lin Yujin looked at him at the same time, "Senior Brother, what are you doing?"
Su Qingliu's facial features were unusually soft, and her voice was so gentle it was almost dripping with water, "Prepare a gift for Xingxing."
They dared not imagine how much suffering their junior sister had endured behind her seemingly simple recounting of those short years.
But they... didn't know that they had missed such an important period of time, when their junior sister was struggling alone and needed them the most.
Jiang Xianwan silently shut her mouth, afraid that if she said anything more, she would make her three senior brothers cry.
She rested her cheek on her hand, watching intently as the three boys, bathed in the warmth of the candlelight, huddled together whispering and rummaging through their mustard seed pouches, a slight smile playing on her lips.
The three of them picked and chose, but they still felt that the gifts were not enough or good enough, so they insisted on going to the black market in the bustling county.
Lin Yujin took out all her belongings, "This isn't enough, I need to buy some more materials to make it myself!"
Bai Ziye rarely agreed with him, saying, "I want to make it myself too."
Su Qingliu glanced at the two of them, her voice unusually serious and forceful, "Xingxing definitely likes me the most!"
Bai Ziye and Lin Yujin both spat at him: "Just you wait!"
Jiang Xianwan opened the door first. "Alright! Then I won't tell you what he likes. Senior brothers, just watch how you behave."
She stepped out, and seeing the door instantly shattered into eight pieces, her lips twitched. "Did I kill you?"
The man, who had just brushed the wood chips off his sleeve with his eyes lowered, froze instantly upon hearing the sound from beside him.
He suddenly looked up, his calm expression changing more than a dozen times in an instant.
He looked impatient and opened his mouth several times.
After a long pause, he finally uttered two words filled with a complex mix of emotions.
"Good morning."
He absolutely cannot be mistaken.
Even though her appearance had matured, a large, undeniable red mark remained on her face.
But the girl standing right in front of her, whom he had searched all over the northern border for, was none other than Jiang Zaozao, who wanted to see the world and then ran away!
Jiang Xianwan calmly brushed the wood chips off his sleeve, his gaze sweeping over the white-clad girl behind him, and smiled, "Sect Leader Wu, my name is Jiang Xianwan."
"The character '献' (xiàn) means to dedicate oneself, and the character '晚' (wǎn) means late."
He paused, then said meaningfully, "Your judgment of people is still so inaccurate."
After saying that, he left without looking back.
Lin Qingran felt that she didn't know what to think at this moment.
Her face couldn't hide her displeasure.
"Master, do you know her?"
Wu Miao barely managed to come to her senses, her expression still blank.
Suddenly, he staggered as if he had been shoved hard by someone, barely managing to steady himself on the door frame; he could even be described as distraught.
"Jiang Zaozao... Jiang Xianwan."
"Jiang Xianwan".
"Jiang Xianwan".
"Wanwan."
That brat, she'll make him search for her again.
Lin Qingran could no longer maintain her usual gentle tone, and forced a smile, "Master, what Jiang Zaozao? Who exactly is she?"
On the other side, Jiang Xianwan looked at Pei Chang'an standing at the top of the wooden stairs and calmly said, "Senior Brother Pei, please make way."
Pei Chang'an stiffly turned half of his body to the side.
Jiang Zaozao.
That girl who came and went without a trace, never leaving a trace in the Eternal Sect, and who went to the Peak of Mist every month and had met him a few times, was... Jiang Xianwan!
Su Qingliu glanced coldly at Wu Miao and Pei Chang'an, then followed them away.
Bai Ziye and Lin Yujin kept their eyes straight ahead, suppressing their murderous urges, not even sparing each other a glance.
They pulled a local man aside and spent ten spirit stones to find out the location of the black market.
I was quite surprised when I emerged from the alley after changing into my gear.
Only then did they realize that in a short period of time, the number of pedestrians coming and going in the bustling county had increased several times over.
"It seems they've all come here to watch the excitement of the Two Realms and Three Domains Tournament."
In addition to human cultivators, a number of demons and monsters were also openly and brazenly present on the streets.
Most of the male demons were physically strong, dressed simply and crudely, and some didn't even wear shirts.
The witch's attire was particularly daring, with only a thin, cool veil covering her vital parts, making her even more unrestrained than those in the demon realm.
The most eye-catching were the beautiful demons.
They all retain the unique symbols of demons.
Their proud wings, tails, and ears are adorned with various spiritual stones and magical treasures.
Jiang Xianwan and Lin Yujin were instantly dazzled, their mouths watering with happiness.
Especially when a white crane demon with a pair of large, pure white wings, and incomparably elegant, slowly passed by.
The two of them seemed to be bewitched, and followed without their own conscious thought.
"Can I touch your wings for one hundred spirit stones?"
Bai He was stunned, then glared at Jiang Xianwan. "What did you say?"
A mere hundred spirit stones, and they actually dared to touch his wings.
Does she not understand what the wings of a demon represent?
shameless!
"two hundred."
"roll!"
"three hundred."
With a whoosh, the white crane demon spread its snow-white wings, ready to slap her across the face.
“Five hundred!” Jiang Xianwan said coldly.
No more!
She was incredibly envious of Jiang Xingxing at that moment. What a wonderful life he was living every day! No wonder he was having so much fun that he forgot all about home and was running around with all the demons.
Finally, Baihe, blushing, left with five hundred warm spirit stones in his arms.
Five hundred spirit stones can buy a lot of things.
The family-run pastry shop at the west end looks quite nice.
Jiang Xianwan was contentedly holding a feather he had plucked from the white crane's wing when a voice suddenly came from above.
"Little human sister, may I pinch your cheek?"
Jiang Xianwan, whose face was only partially visible, thought, "...?"
Su Qingliu and the other two: "...?"
Jiang Xianwan coldly addressed the muscular, shirtless, mountain-like demonic cultivator: "What did you say?"
The demon's eyes burned with desire. "One hundred spirit stones."
"Oh."
"Five hundred spirit stones."
"laugh."
"A thousand yuan, that's the most I can give!" He looked pained.
Jiang Xianwan said with a straight face, "You can only pinch it once."
The three senior brothers tried their best to pull and tug, but they couldn't stop Jiang Xianwan.
Jiang Xianwan held the warm thousand spirit stones, quite satisfied.
Lin Yujin said sourly, "Am I not good-looking?"
As soon as he finished speaking, several sexy witches walked over and enthusiastically approached Su Qingliu and Bai Ziye.
"Two handsome little brothers, may I touch your muscles, sister?"
Su Qingliu and Bai Ziye: "...?"
The tall demon then grabbed Lin Yujin's shoulder, "One thousand spirit stones!"
The four of them, their faces flushed, quickly arrived at an alley and saw a cultivator carrying a long sword and wearing a mask pass straight through the wall. They immediately followed him.
Sure enough, no matter where you go, the black market's model remains the same.
Su Qingliu and the others had instructed their junior sister to walk in different directions to prevent her from prying into the gift they were preparing for Jiang Xingxing. They even took precautions against Jiang Xianwan as well.
They weren't worried about any danger from the sudden appearance of so many demons on the black market.
There is an ironclad rule in the black market: fighting and killing are strictly prohibited.
Of course, once you leave the black market, nobody cares about you.
Moreover, with the Xuan Gu Tournament just around the corner, experts from various forces in the prosperous county are gathering, and no one would be eager to stir up trouble at this critical juncture.
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