[System: What? How can you earn so many spirit stones just by drawing talismans?]
"Top grade or mid-grade? Fifty top grade pieces is a bit too many..."
【System: Five hundred thousand! 】
"?"
Yan Ying suddenly sat up from the bed and scratched her ears with a confused look on her face.
"How much more?"
[System: Five hundred thousand, and that's top-grade spirit stones. (Helpless)]
Yan Ying was completely shocked. With so many points, how many points would she have to earn to exchange for so many spirit stones? Was Cen Ji crazy? Was he digging for oil?
[System: Host, it's best to be careful. Cen Ji is completely inconsistent with the original text.]
Yan Ying took off the Qingli on her head. She was still immersed in the pain of the five hundred thousand and couldn't extricate herself.
No wonder the master gave her a dead spiritual weapon. It turns out the charger is so expensive.
Yan Ying hurriedly got out of bed and put the wooden box that Cen Ji had given her yesterday into her Qiankun bag. She had to keep it well, as it would be enough to buy her life.
"Where did he get so many spirit stones..."
Yan Ying knew about Cen Ji's demonic possession, and she remembered the dark figure she had met with Cen Ji in the peach forest at night...
"That night when he was unconscious, he knew what I did in his room..."
Cen Ji suddenly left the sect, his spiritual roots recovered, and the people who had been secretly following him to protect him became so rich again. All of this was inseparable from the Demon Realm.
But what did he promise to the Demon Realm? Or what did he do for them?
Yan Ying sat on the edge of the bed with a sad face. In the original text, the Demon Realm was a place where people were eaten without leaving any bones, burned, killed, looted, and dug out people's spiritual roots. The people in the Demon Realm were all crazy.
Dealing with them would be like courting disaster. Cen Ji wouldn't be in any danger, would he?
"Little devil."
When Yan Ying was lost in thought, the voice stone on her chest lit up, and a silent voice came from it.
"I'm here, what are you doing?" Yan Ying said as she injected her spiritual power into the voice stone.
"It's okay, let's try to see if your thing works." There was a smile in the quiet voice.
"It must be useful. Go to bed early and remember to pick me up tomorrow morning." Yan Ying put aside the thoughts in her mind and lay down on the bed.
After she comes back, she will stay around Cen Ji every day to improve his impression of her. She doesn't believe that she won't be able to reveal his secrets.
......
"Everyone, please go back." Ning Hai stood outside the sect and looked at everyone inside.
"Auntie, please be careful." Wu Bai instructed Yan Ying.
"Take care." Ye Chenge patted Yan Ying's shoulder. "If you encounter danger, run away quickly. Don't let yourself get hurt, okay?"
"I know. I'll be careful." Yan Ying looked at the two people in front of her with a face full of reluctance.
She looked inside the door, but still couldn't find Cen Ji. She had asked him to come and see her off last night, but he didn't come.
Not only did he not come to see her off, but Cen Ji didn't even come to see Mu Siyue off.
Rebellious boy.
Cang Jinglan and Ning Hai looked at each other, waved their long sleeves, and disappeared outside the sect.
Yan Ying looked at the scene that suddenly changed in front of her and rubbed her eyes in some discomfort.
In front of them was a vast city wall built of bluestone. The cold wind was howling, and everyone put on the thick cloaks they had prepared in advance.
"This is Fuzhou. Hiss, it's so cold." Wu Lin shuddered.
He had thought Fuzhou was an ice city and had come here to enjoy the scenery, but how come it looked no different from ordinary cities except that it was a little colder.
Cang Jinglan walked into the city gate without saying a word, and the others hurriedly followed.
Cang Jinglan was originally reluctant to make this trip, but there was no one in the sect, and if he didn't come, he was afraid that Ning Hai would really encounter some danger.
After all, he had no authority in the sect and was just an idle person. It would be inappropriate for him to refuse such a matter. It was just a matter of taming a few monsters, which was not a big deal.
"Big Brother, is your robe thick? What material is it made of?" Wu Lin touched Bai Huanzhi's cloak as he walked.
He felt like he wasn't wearing enough and was shivering from the cold.
Bai Huanzhi looked at Wu Lin helplessly without saying a word.
"Second brother, you need to be prepared, right? Watch me." Yan Ying had long known that Fuzhou was extremely cold all year round, so she specially prepared a lot of things to keep warm.
Yan Ying took out one hand warmer after another and gave one to each person.
"Junior sister, you are really my good junior sister, and my little cotton-padded jacket." Wu Lin took the hand warmer while sniffing.
"Why is she your little cotton-padded jacket? Ying'er is my apprentice." Ning Hai poked Wu Lin's head with the hand warmer.
"Master." Yan Ying handed the hand warmer to Cang Jinglan.
"No need." Cang Jinglan shook his head.
Yan Ying thought to herself, Master is such a man, he doesn’t even wear a cloak, what a man!
"Junior Sister Mu, give..."
"No need." Mu Siyue walked around Yan Ying and followed Cang Jinglan.
"These two are not afraid of the cold. I'm cold if you give them to me." Wu Lin took the hand warmer from Yan Ying's hand and put both of them into his arms.
Fuzhou has a vast area, but it is extremely cold all year round and has scarce resources.
The cold wind howled, blowing up the dust on the ground and passing through the long street. The stone road was full of gravel, and the doors of every household creaked in the wind.
"Let's find an inn to stay first." Ning Hai said loudly, squinting his eyes due to the wind.
The situation in Fuzhou is complicated and it is definitely impossible to complete it in one day.
A few people braved the wind and entered the only inn with a sign in the city.
"It blew sand all over my mouth, ugh!" Wu Lin spat twice, his mouth full of the fishy smell of earth.
"Dear guests, would you like to stay in our hotel?" the waiter asked.
"Seven guest rooms."
Bai Huanzhi followed the waiter to get the room keys and distributed them to several people.
After settling in, several people sat down at the round table on the first floor of the inn.
"The weather is bad today. Let's go to the Demon Locking Tower early tomorrow morning to check the damage." Ning Hai poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of Cang Jinglan.
Cang Jinglan drank the tea in one gulp and then disappeared. Mu Siyue hurried to follow.
"Master, where?" Wu Lin pointed at the place where the two people left with a puzzled look on his face.
Didn't we agree to travel together on this trip? Why did Master leave on his own?
"It's okay, let him go." Ning Hai couldn't care less about his uncle. His uncle had his own ideas. He would be fine as he had a high level of cultivation.
Wu Lin sighed and shook his head. The wind outside was so strong that his master would probably be turned into a mud man when he came back.
"Third senior brother, why do I rarely see you in the sect?" Yan Ying tilted her head and smiled and said to He Qing beside her.
He Qing didn't seem to go out much on weekdays, and she had only seen him a few times.
"Apart from practicing, he just wanders around the mountain. He rarely shows up in the sect, right, junior brother?" Wu Lin raised his eyebrows and looked at He Qing.
He Qing was dressed in black and didn't react at all to what the two said.
"Third Senior Brother?"
"Junior sister, he... he is intermittently mute." Wu Lin said helplessly. His third junior brother was just like that. He didn't like talking to people and would pretend not to hear even if they heard something.
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