Chapter 173 Good Embroidery
What he said was indeed reasonable, and the female cultivators were also aroused to some resistance by him.
The Tushen Dao gang has always been ruthless. If they really come face to face, how can those low-level disciples be their match? With the strength of the female cultivators like Pei Meng and Yan Zi, what difficulty can it be to kill those vulgar and smelly men outside?
If I hadn't been tricked, how could I have been humiliated like this by those shameless people?
Everyone was angry. Why should women be treated like this? What He Cen said really expressed what was in everyone's mind.
This is the world of cultivation, where strength matters. As long as one has the ability, everyone wants to climb up and be the one in power who makes the rules.
What happened to the female cultivator?
Who stipulated that female cultivators must become cauldrons, becoming stepping stones for male cultivators to attain enlightenment by having their wives killed?
Seeing that the eyes of these female cultivators were full of sparks, He Cen was also amused. He handed the pattern out and instructed in a gentle voice, "Sisters, act quickly. If you are late and the male cultivator finds you and makes a move in advance, I may not be able to save you."
The group of female cultivators knew that this time they were not only seeking revenge, but also to protect themselves. If they did not catch all the potential threats in one fell swoop, even if they could escape for the time being, they would not be able to hide forever.
Seeing that they were all prepared, He Cen distributed the things to them and went to study how to set the trap himself.
The two little sisters, Jixiang Ruyi, followed him cutely, "Brother, do you need our help?"
He Cen waved his hands, "No need, you two can go play!"
Jixiang and Ruyi held hands and said, "Okay, brother, call us if you need anything."
It must be said that these two gadgets are indeed very useful. Although the ingredients are rather special, they are really good at striking the enemy at critical moments.
There weren't many records about the art of fortune-telling in the Sword Spirit's memory, and his brain couldn't draw inferences from one instance and study it quickly like his masters, but he knew all the methods and could find ways to deal with them.
As for the cultivator behind the Tushen Sect, even though He Cen’s current strength may be far inferior to that of the other party, as long as he is within the protection circle of Jun Chao, he is fully confident.
He was covered with treasures left by his masters. All the equipment from head to toe were invaluable treasures that no one else could match. Just relying on these, he could directly raise his realm to a higher level.
Moreover, the sword spirit has a special identity. Even if he is really caught, He Cen has plenty of ways to escape.
Everything that happens in the secret realm changes rapidly, and nothing can be predicted in advance. After He Cen came to this world, he basically grew up under the protection of several masters. This is the first time that he has handled these things by himself, and he is a little looking forward to it.
Xiao Hei sensed his emotions and was also very excited. He wrapped his arms around his waist and couldn't help rubbing him.
He Cen raised his hand and touched the hilt of Xiao Hei's sword. "This space magic is quite interesting. If it succeeds later, you know what to do, right?"
Xiao Hei nodded frantically. Now that He Cen had merged with the original body, he discovered a great advantage of the sword spirit, which was the ability to eat.
Those vast secret manuals of magic in the memory were actually accumulated by the sword spirit through mad absorption over the years.
If they could really catch that evil cultivator, He Cen could directly rely on Xiao Hei to devour the space magic techniques that he possessed. The sword spirit's consciousness was so powerful that it would be easy for him to transform it and use it for himself.
Although copying other people's research is a bit unethical, who says this is the world of cultivation? He Cen doesn't care.
That group of female cultivators did not slack off. He Cen had helped them so much, so it wouldn't be too much for them to contribute a little. Besides, it was for their own benefit.
The group of people cooperated in an orderly manner, they all had a good understanding of each other, no one was playing tricks, and the progress was very fast.
He Cen sometimes really admired these sisters. They had to practice swordplay, embroider, and cook every day. They were proficient in all eighteen martial arts. These young ladies from famous families were also proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting. They were no less capable than men, and even more capable than the male monks.
But in the world of cultivation, those with greater reputations are always men.
Most of the monks praised as geniuses were men.
When Pei Meng showed the finished embroidery to He Cen, the little sword spirit was indeed amazed, "Wow - you embroiderers are really good, the embroidery is so beautiful."
Several female nuns blushed when they were praised, and felt a little embarrassed.
After all, needlework is basically a necessary skill for women, and most men will just think it's normal if you know it, and it's bad if you don't.
No one would be surprised or praised. In addition, most ancient people were reserved and introverted, so there were basically no little angels as straightforward and bold as Hecen.
"As long as you are satisfied, Uncle Master, if there is anything else you need our help with, we will do our best."
He Cen was still admiring, "You guys are really amazing! I tell you, this level of embroidery would cost a lot of money elsewhere."
In modern times, many crafts are facing the risk of being lost, with fewer and fewer people inheriting them. High-end handmade products are ridiculously expensive, often priced at sky-high prices, which requires a lot of money.
The more he praised, the more excited he became. The little sword spirit's eyes lit up and it let out sighs of admiration.
The few masters who were still in the palace had frowns on their faces.
Why does their pet sword spirit like this thing?
Could it be that while the four of them are practicing martial arts, they also need to practice embroidery needlework?
The four of them looked embarrassed at the same time, but they were still hesitant. If they could make He Cen happy, then that would not be impossible.
If He Cen knew that his four masters all had such ideas, he would have laughed himself to death.
The group of female cultivators outside actually had a better impression of He Cen because of this. Their great-grandmaster had a pure heart and was as warm as a little sun. He seldom said anything slanderous, and all he said were compliments and praises.
I feel like if I spend more time with him, I will become more cheerful and sunny.
He Cen admired them enough and returned the things to them. "It's really beautiful. I feel it's a pity to use it in the formation. Alas, it's a pity that I'm not strong enough. If I were as powerful as my master, I could just start drawing talismans. Such an exquisite and perfect embroidery will be broken along with the formation. I feel it's a pity just thinking about it."
When had Ji Yining and her group of female nuns been praised so highly for a few pieces of embroidery? Their faces turned red from being praised, and they felt dizzy and were about to be deceived by He Cen's sweet words.
"Thank you for your compliment, Uncle Master. These things are worthless and not as good as you say. I am very lucky to be able to help Uncle Master. I dare not take credit for it."
He Cen smiled slightly, "Oh, no need to be modest, you are just great."
"The Qiantian thread is very effective in repelling demons and resisting evil. These embroideries of yours will be of great help. The webs woven will surely be very strong."
After hearing what he said, the female cultivators immediately gained a lot of confidence and strength. They bowed to He Cen and said, "Just follow the orders of our uncle-master."