The foundry manager's eyes flashed, and he turned and walked out of the foundry.
In the next few days, everything was normal in the foundry and no one bothered Meng Wan anymore.
Meng Wan felt a little regretful, but she didn't have time to cause trouble.
Because of her research on puppetry, she has always been interested in refining equipment.
It would be a good idea to take this opportunity to learn how to refine weapons.
That day, Meng Wan walked out of the foundry and was stopped by three Taoist children who were at the ninth level of Qi Refining on the way back to the disciple residence.
"Meng Wan, I heard you've been very impressive lately."
The tall and thin man on the left sneered, with obvious hostility and provocation in his eyes.
Meng Wan stopped and glanced at the people in front of her.
His body was already trembling slightly with excitement.
She was busy refining equipment and had no time to earn money, but the spirit stones finally came to her door.
However, a few people misunderstood Meng Wan's trembling as fear and started to sneer.
"Are you scared? It seems that your courage is just this much."
"Only that loser Hu Dawei would fall for your trick."
"Remember, we are the Daoist disciples under Dan Juezi, and we have come here specifically to redeem ourselves..."
Before he could finish his words, he suddenly groaned, fell to the ground with a pale face, and his life or death was unknown.
The other two were startled by this sudden change and quickly stepped back a few steps, staring at Meng Wan vigilantly.
"Meng Wan, what did you do to him?"
Meng Wan did not answer. After feeling the consumption of her soul, she continued to condense the second soul-splitting nail.
She has no habit of chatting with others before taking action.
One person suddenly realized something.
"Illusion! We must have been caught in an illusion. It's just an illusion, just a trick to deceive people. It has no offensive power!"
Another monk suddenly woke up, "That's right! Illusions are just tricks. Such little tricks can't scare us away!"
The two men ignored their companions on the ground and rushed towards Meng Wan together.
However, they didn't even touch the corner of Meng Wan's clothes. Just like their previous companion, they groaned and fell to the ground without a sound.
Meng Wan walked forward and kicked their bodies.
He is not dead, but his spirit and soul are traumatized. He will be fine after a few months of recuperation.
Meng Wan did not kill the man. When beating a dog, one must consider the owner. Although factional disputes are inevitable, she does not want to be targeted by the foundation-building boss.
This "Soul-Splitting Nail" is a new method of spiritual attack that she learned from the martial arts after breaking through to the late stage of Qi Refining.
First time using, the effect is pretty good.
Meng Wan raised her hand and took off the storage bags from the three people's waists, then slowly stood up, looked in a certain direction behind her, and spoke softly.
"Does it look good?"
The man hiding in the dark frowned wildly. He had spent a huge amount of money to buy this concealment talisman.
He didn't believe that Meng Wan could see through his actions.
She must be tricking him!
However, a scene appeared that made his eyes almost pop out.
Meng Wan was walking towards the direction where he was hiding, step by step!
Meng Wan stopped ten steps away and spoke lazily.
"If you don't come out, I'll break your legs."
Cold sweat broke out on Zhang Lin's head. Recalling the strange situation when the three people fell down before, he finally did not dare to take the risk and emerged from the shadows.
"It's you, after all."
Meng Wan tilted her head with a smile on her lips.
The person who came was none other than the person in charge of the foundry, the middle-aged monk with a serious face.
Zhang Lin stepped forward with gritted teeth. He had been busy for a few days and finally managed to instigate a few brainless people to test Meng Wan's strength.
As a result, he didn't even try out his strength at all, and even got himself into trouble.
Thinking of Meng Wan's usual behavior and the miserable state of the three cultivators before, Zhang Lin did not dare to be careless and quickly took out a bag of spirit stones from his storage bag and handed it over.
"Junior Sister Meng Wan, I was confused for a moment and I apologize for any offense."
As Zhang Lin spoke, he handed the spirit stones in his hand closer and deliberately opened the opening so that Meng Wan could see clearly that the spirit stones inside were all high-quality mid-grade spirit stones.
"These spirit stones are my apology to you. I hope you can be magnanimous and not take it personally."
Meng Wan's gaze moved across Zhang Lin's face, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes.
Being able to obtain so many spirit stones, it seems that the person in charge of the foundry often takes advantage of his status to enrich himself.
"Yes, he is a smart man. I like dealing with smart people."
Meng Wan took the bag of spirit stones, weighed it, and frowned unhappily.
"With just this little amount of spirit stones, you're sending away a beggar?"
Zhang Lin's face suddenly turned extremely ugly. He didn't expect Meng Wan to have such a big appetite!
He gave a full one hundred mid-grade spirit stones, thinking that these spirit stones would be enough to calm Meng Wan's anger, but he didn't expect her to be so greedy!
"Junior Sister Meng Wan, this is the limit of what I can offer."
There was a hint of frustration in Zhang Lin's voice. He really didn't have many spirit stones on him.
Meng Wan snorted coldly, her tone becoming increasingly displeased.
"Brother Zhang Lin, are you testing my patience? If Senior knew you were betraying your own people and instigating outsiders to deal with your own people, what do you think she would do?"
Zhang Lin's heart tightened and he quickly explained.
"Junior sister, you misunderstood. I absolutely did not mean that. It's just that I'm really short on money and I really can't afford any more spirit stones."
Meng Wan's gaze was like a sharp sword, staring straight at Zhang Lin, as if she wanted to see through his thoughts.
Zhang Lin felt uneasy when she looked at him, and his mood became more and more uneasy.
"Well, I won't make it difficult for you."
Meng Wan finally spoke, her tone softening slightly.
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