Chapter 87 is set.
tombstone?
Is it the tombstone she was thinking of?
No, it's really not that bad.
Jiang Xianwan remained silent, watching his performance in quiet.
The old man bent down and rummaged around inside his clothes.
Jiang Xianwan and Xiao Zi were both tired of watching.
Little Purple: ...Ew! You've even made mud balls... Ouch!
Jiang Xianwan watched as the old man's dark hands reached inside his clothes and began to rub them vigorously. His eyebrows and lips twitched, and he silently turned away.
Just as she was about to sneak away, without the old man making any move, his five fingers moved with lightning speed and grabbed her wrist.
Surprised that she hadn't managed to dodge, Jiang Xianwan reflexively tried to throw him over her shoulder.
But then there was a thud, and the old man was kneeling down...?!
The old man: "...?!" How did he kneel down?
“There’s no need for such a grand ceremony,” Jiang Xianwan said in surprise, holding the tattered stone tablet that looked just as battered as the old man’s.
The old man's eyes were filled with tears, and he shook his head like a rattle-drum, as if he was deeply moved. "It's alright, please let me kneel."
"I'm so touched, sob sob sob..."
You search high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly!
Even if her face is blurred in his memory, even if the monument is still asleep.
But the moment she received the monument, the deep-seated subservience in his bones was instantly stirred!
It's her!
He has finally completed his mission and can happily leave this mortal world to continue enjoying his wonderful life as a deity!
Thinking about the miserable days he had endured over the past two months, the old man was both crying and laughing, as if he had taken some kind of mad drug.
Xiao Zi: ……
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
She turned around sharply every three steps, and the old man remained kneeling upright on the ground, holding up his mustard seed bag, waving at her with tears streaming down his face.
All right.
He looked genuinely touched; he'd certainly never asked for so much money before.
Jiang Xianwan glanced at the palm-sized tombstone. Apart from the fact that it did indeed resemble a miniature tombstone, he couldn't discern anything special about it, so he casually put it into his mustard seed bag.
She quickly put this little incident behind her and took Xiao Zi on a tour from south to north.
Although I don't understand, I still did as it wished.
After all, this lightning strike can be quite numbing.
Jiang Xianwan finally breathed a sigh of relief when it poked her again.
He picked up a hollowed-out sphere woven from demonic vines and raised an eyebrow to ask.
Clearly, this is exactly what Xiao Zi wants.
It happily moved itself from the belt into the rattan ball, wriggling and darting around like a greedy snake.
Jiang Xianwan draped it over his waist and went into a shop selling talisman paper. "Give me 500,000 of the best talisman paper."
The shopkeeper thought he had misheard. "How much?"
"Five hundred thousand."
"Talisman paper?"
"Otherwise what? Toilet paper? I want the best kind, and another hundred buckets of the finest talisman ink. Boss, hurry up, I'm in a rush."
The shopkeeper had never handled such a large order before. When he saw the black card in her hand, which represented the highest level of black market, he snapped back to reality.
Is this the crazy girl who beat up countless cultivators with her bare hands in the black market arena?
While stealing glances at Jiang Xianwan, he spent some time preparing everything, presented the black card with both hands, and, as if in a dream, personally escorted her to the door.
Jiang Xianwan turned and went to the weapons shop. "Boss, I'd like to order a few pots."
Shopkeeper: "...?"
Is he the one who makes the pots?
You're asking for it!
He was about to get angry.
"Use the most expensive materials."
A heavenly sound.
The arms shop owner's expression changed drastically when he saw the black card in Jiang Xianwan's hand. He smiled and said, "Respected guest, what kind of pot would you like?"
Jiang Xianwan glanced suspiciously at the burly man who had just looked fierce, but suddenly burst into a wide, unrestrained smile at her.
"A large wok for frying vegetables."
Shopkeeper: "..."
What kind of person does she take him for?!
Is he the one who wiping the wok?
As you can see, she held the black card in her hand, turned it around to shoo people away, and said, "Please!"
never mind.
The rich are the bosses.
Besides, I heard that this mad dog is quite vicious when it attacks people.
"Approximately how big?"
Jiang Xianwan saw that his face was turning pale, green, and black, as if hitting a pot was extremely painful for him.
He didn't care, thought for a moment, and gestured, "It can fit a person this big inside."
The shopkeeper's lips twitched.
"Dear guest, how many would you like?"
Jiang Xianwan counted on her fingers, "Let's start with ten, and we must use the best materials."
The shopkeeper loved hearing that and grinned from ear to ear, "Alright! You've come to the right person!"
"How about using ten-thousand-year-old refined iron?" He patted his muscular chest and assured them, "Even a Nascent Soul cultivator wouldn't be able to leave a trace."
Jiang Xianwan's eyes lit up, "Okay!"
"Should we add the formation?"
"No, I'm just cooking a dish."
The second senior brother is good at array formations; he can save a lot of money.
Shopkeeper: "..." Cooking?
Using a pot forged from millennia-old black iron to cook food?
How many people are in her family?
What a waste!
Although I was a little disappointed, I was already quite satisfied to have sold the store's prized and most expensive casting material.
He glanced at the black card in her hand, gritted his teeth, and said with a pained expression, "One pot costs 500,000 top-grade spirit stones, and I'll throw in a smaller one."
"OK!"
Jiang Xianwan's heart stirred.
A small pot is great! In two more years, will Jiang Xingxing be able to stand by the stove and toss the pot to cook for her?
Jiang Xingxing was born with superhuman strength. Just three months after his birth, he kicked Feng Huixue away, and the wall collapsed.
Flipping a wok is a piece of cake.
Realizing the shameful thought in himself, Jiang Xianwan secretly despised himself.
Of course, it only lasted three seconds.
Her son is simply too outstanding.
“However, it takes a lot of effort to refine the iron, so I would like to make the pot for you personally. It will take about a month, and you will need to pay half of the deposit first.”
Jiang Xianwan readily agreed, paid the deposit, and seeing that it was almost time, planned to meet up with her fellow disciples.
She pushed through the throng of people, only to be suddenly bumped in the back.
Stalls lined both sides of the road, and pedestrians came and went. Jiang Xianwan couldn't avoid them. She instinctively braked, but still fell headlong into the boy's arms, her arms wrapping around his neck.
"...Is it comfortable to hold?" the boy asked after a moment.
Jiang Xianwan: "...It's quite comfortable."
You need to have eight-pack abs.
Beneath the boy's mask, his peach-colored lips curved slightly, revealing faint dimples. His voice unconsciously rose at the end, his low tone lingering like a sweet but not cloying balm, "Then... let's hug a little longer?"
Xiao Zi, caught between the two: ...You're actually a pretty nice person.
Jiang Xianwan let go, wanting to say that it was unnecessary, but then she felt another weight on her back, and her hands climbed onto the boy's shoulders again.
The two: "..."
Xiao Zi: ……
It nudged Jiang Xianwan secretly: Are you doing this on purpose?
Jiang Xianwan placed her hands on his shoulders, her expression unchanged, and said, "Let's hug again."
"Okay." The young man's lips curved into a bright smile, his long, slender fingers hooking around Jiang Xianwan's waist, protecting her as they squeezed through the crowd.
Jiang Xianwan got off him and said, "Thank you."
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