Chapter 162
Nan Yan reacted and immediately started struggling, "Let go, let go, let me go, who told you to touch me?"
No one knew what method this person used to suppress her so tightly that she couldn't use her skills. However, not being able to use her skills didn't mean she couldn't move.
Nan Yan looked at the man with a raised eyebrow and a calm and relaxed look. How could she bear it? Seeing that she couldn't break free, she hesitated for a moment, and suddenly raised her head, and her head hit his chin directly. That's it, head hit chin.
The result is predictable, and both sides will suffer losses.
If she felt pain, he must have felt pain too. In fact, monks are also very fragile to each other. After all, when everyone is a monk, the iron skin and bones that are iron to mortals are actually the same among monks.
Nan Yan's eyes were filled with tears due to the pain. The moment she was hit, the back of her collar was loosened with a "swish", and she sat down on the ground, which caused her to suffer considerable pain again.
Jing Wuyan's chin was numbed by the collision. He originally wanted to say something, but at the moment of the collision, he accidentally bit his tongue. This kind of sour feeling in the nose has not been felt for a long time, and he frowned unconsciously.
After being in the lower world for so long, this was the first time he felt this way when being hit on the head by a female cultivator of very low cultivation level. When he had erased the mark of recognition of the master before, his mind was already unstable. If he tried to devour the master by force again, he would probably fall into a deep sleep for a while.
Jing Wuyan stared at the female cultivator who was sitting on the ground, covering her head with her hands, and suppressed the thought that flashed through his mind.
Forget it, it doesn't make sense to do this. A small cultivator at the foundation-building stage is not worth such means and cost.
Nan Yan regretted it right after she smashed it. She covered her head with her hands and burst into tears. But the pain was enough, so she decided to put the blame on the man in front of her. So she started to blame him again, "You stinky thief, you stone-headed bastard, how did you restrict my cultivation? You bullied people on my territory, and you stole my spirit stones, and you still don't admit it!"
Her eyes were red from the pain, and her voice became more aggrieved. "Do you think I'm afraid of you? Do you think you're a divine weapon? I don't want this broken bracelet of yours. If you don't return it to me, sooner or later I will throw you into the spirit beast garden and let you have a taste of the snow wolf."
Jing Wuyan looked at the female cultivator who was messing around. He gently rubbed her slightly numb chin with his slender fingers and stared at her with his dark eyes.
He has been practicing till now, no matter how high his cultivation level is, he can only be called a cultivator. A cultivator is a human being, and as a human being, he cannot get rid of the seven emotions and six desires.
For example, at this moment, although he is currently just an avatar created by a strand of consciousness, the avatar is also a part of the main body, especially when the main body falls into a deep sleep.
He is no different from the subject. He will frown unconsciously when he is in pain. Even the calmest and most rational person will feel irritated when faced with endless troubles.
Jing Wuyan frowned as he looked at her, especially after hearing her words like "thief, scoundrel" coming out of her mouth one after another, he restrained himself and explained, "I didn't take your spirit stone. It was automatically absorbed after the spirit gathering formation was activated."
That was why he woke up, otherwise he would have been sleeping for who knows how long. His storage ring used to have piles of low-level spirit stones higher than a mountain, and he even had several spirit veins. But now that he was sealed, all those things were lost in the cave. He really didn't care about her belongings at all, and they were not enough for a pet like him to fill his teeth.
Hearing this, Nan Yan wiped her tears immediately, her eyes reddened, and she stared at him with misty eyes, "What formation or no formation? Do you think I'm stupid? You said it was a formation absorption, so it absorbed it? Then why can't my consciousness enter the bracelet at all? What's the use of this broken bracelet? It swallowed so many of my spirit stones, but the treasures inside can only be seen but not used. Aren't you playing tricks on me?"
Upon hearing this, Jing Wuyan lowered his head and looked at her carefully.
He really couldn't say that this matter had nothing to do with him, but it was hard to say it. If she really knew that the mark of her previous recognition of the Lord had been erased by him, she would probably be in trouble again.
Jing Wuyan dropped his hands behind his back. He looked mysterious in his light black clothes. He explained a few unimportant points, "You accidentally cut your finger that day, and the blood on your hand inadvertently seeped into the bracelet, which automatically activated the soul gathering formation in the Qiankun bracelet."
"The spirit stone was automatically converted into the spiritual energy that supported the formation at that time and then absorbed. This has nothing to do with me. However, because your cultivation level is too low now, the bracelet refuses to recognize you as its master, so you can't use the things inside."
Hearing what he said, Nan Yan suddenly became even angrier, and the redness at the corners of her eyes became more obvious, as if stained with a thin layer of clouds. "How can this be justified? Can it be called a divine weapon? If it didn't want to recognize me as its master, why did it use my blood to activate the formation and steal my spirit stone? Do you think I'm blind? It's obviously you who are playing tricks on me."
Jing Wuyan just looked at her without saying a word. So what if he was really the one causing trouble? She couldn't do anything to him.
Some strong people with bottom lines may talk to you about the rules, but if they don't, what can you do?
This is how the world works. Strength is everything. If you don't have enough cultivation, you can only be bullied. This is not only the case in the cultivation world, but the cultivation world has magnified this rule several times, so everyone has found a reasonable excuse for their unruly behavior, greed and selfishness.
The more she spoke, the angrier she became, and the more aggrieved she felt. She looked pitiful, as if she had been terribly bullied, and her expression was extremely sad and upset.
Nan Yan was also very good at utilizing her advantages. She was still relatively young, and in the eyes of some of the sect's teachers and seniors, a female cultivator who had established her foundation in her early twenties was not much different from an underage girl in the mortal world. In addition, she was the little sister who was usually pampered in the sect, so everyone gave in to her. As a result, she was so angry that she burst into tears under Jing Wuyan's squinting eyes.
Tears fell one by one along her fair and soft face like beads from a broken string.
She knew that these high-ranking monks were never wary of the female monks who had lower cultivation and looked harmless, but they were not completely without vigilance.
Rather, they are proud of their own talents and advantages, and think they are in control of everything. So when faced with provocations and accusations from weak female cultivators like her, he seems to be indifferent but somewhat interested. When he is in the mood, he may talk to her about fairness instead of lowering himself to argue with her.
They don't bother to care about these things.
Nan Yan likes the fact that they are conceited and proud.
Otherwise, how would she have the chance to take advantage of the loophole?
After all, this is the world of cultivation, and cultivators have only one way to solve troubles: either kill the opponent or be killed by the opponent.
This man's strength seems to be unfathomable. It will only take a few minutes for him to kill her. Now he has been entangled with her for so long and has not killed her, a minor foundation-building cultivator, with a single blow. It is probably because he is restricted by the restrictions of the Qiankun bracelet.
If that's the case, then she must be very courageous.
While you can still have fun, have fun with it.
And Jing Wuyan in front of him indeed thinks so.
In his eyes, the female cultivator crying on the ground was so weak that she was not worth his attack at all.
She cried, and it wasn't enough. She actually pulled the bracelet off her wrist and smashed it hard on his chest. This helpless venting behavior looked fierce and pitiful, and it was not threatening at all. "You bully others by relying on your high cultivation level. The spirit stones I have saved for a long time are gone just like this."
"I don't care whether you are a divine weapon or not. I don't want your broken bracelet anymore, and I don't want the treasure inside. Give me back my spiritual stone and the things you stole from me..."
This is no different from a little kid rolling around.
Jing Wuyan looked at the female cultivator in a rather strange way. Perhaps it was because the girl was too young for him, perhaps not even a fraction of his age. And he had indeed erased the mark of her recognition of the master, making the bracelet a waste of money to her. He inexplicably had the illusion of bullying the little girl.
Jing Wuyan had never seen such a scene before. In the past, when he encountered such messy entanglements, he would just kill them and be done with it.
But this female cultivator was completely different from those female cultivators he had seen in the past who had fought tooth and nail for some spiritual treasure opportunities and stabbed each other in the back.
Perhaps it was because he was protected too well by the sect, so he had never seen any of the dangers of the world of cultivation.
But it did give him a headache.
Because all the spirit stones have been transformed into spiritual energy, if he were asked to compensate her, where would he get the money?
His spiritual power is unstable now. After sleeping for so many years, his cultivation has regressed to the lowest level. Now he cannot be more than a hundred meters away from the bracelet. Once he is too far away, he will be forcibly recalled to the bracelet. In this way, he can do nothing at all.
And this female cultivator is currently half the owner of the bracelet. Before the new mark covers it, he cannot stay too far away from her. He can neither kill her nor leave her. For the first time, Jing Wuyan felt a very troublesome and tricky feeling.
But this kind of trouble is different from the practical difficulties he encountered in previous cultivation. He can decisively solve those practical obstacles, but this female cultivator cannot do so for the time being.
Jing Wuyan frowned, feeling inexplicitly out of control. After thinking for a while, he finally said, "Okay, stop crying. Your spirit stone is definitely not coming back."
He looked the female cultivator around, his eyes revealing obvious disdain. "Your current cultivation is too low, and the spirit fluid in the spirit pool is too pure and powerful. With your untempered physique, if you rashly swallow the spirit fluid, you will only explode and die, which will do you no good. Otherwise, I will give you some rare spirit plants, and you can take them to the market at the foot of the mountain to sell. This should be able to offset the spirit stones you lost. What do you think?"
Hearing this, Nan Yan stopped crying immediately.
She looked up at the man opposite her, with a few crystal clear tears hanging on his thick black eyelashes. She asked him doubtfully, "Are you serious? You are not allowed to regret it. You owe me a lot of spirit stones. Are some spirit plants enough? Can you give me a little more?"
Jing Wuyan's eyes lit up when he saw the female cultivator. He wiped away his tears instantly, then quickly got up, trotted to his side in three or two steps, and picked up the Qiankun bracelet that had been dropped on the ground.
There was no trace of the previous grievance and accusation on his face, and his eyebrows were twitching so much that they were about to fly up.
She scanned the inside with her consciousness, then looked up at him. Her eyes, washed by tears, were crystal clear, dark and bright, but her voice was somewhat disgusted, "That's all? Is this enough? Can't you give me a few more?"
As she spoke, she grabbed the robe lying on the ground beside her and wiped her face with it to wipe away her tears.
Then he began to knock the bracelet tirelessly, muttering, "It's a divine weapon after all. It's really lowering my status to be so picky. Spit out more, two more..."
Jing Wuyan: "..."
He was now wondering if this girl was deliberately trying to trick him?
You were waiting for him to say this, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have used such a mean method to force him out.
Jing Wuyan frowned, looked down at the wet tear stains on the hem of his clothes, and his eyebrows suddenly jumped uncontrollably.
Feeling that the days ahead would be troublesome, he took a deep breath, suppressed the murderous intent in his heart, and pulled the robe out of her hand.
He hadn't had such an impulsive thought for a long time, but now he had an inexplicable urge to beat her up. However, looking at her small body, he might beat her to death if he wasn't careful.
Forget it, he would endure it for now. When he found the right person, he would slap her to death without hesitation.
Nan Yan pursed her lips and looked at the various spiritual plants and herbs she had obtained. Finally, she couldn't help but smile. She could get these in return by crying twice. She could cry a few more times.
This person was quite generous, and gave some rare spiritual plants in the world of cultivation. No wonder in the original plot, the heroine became rich so quickly. Not only did her own cultivation level rise rapidly, but also her followers around her could share a lot of benefits. After all, in this world of cultivation, everything needs spiritual stones, and spiritual stones can buy various resources.
The several spiritual veins in the world of cultivation are tightly controlled by the major sects. If you want to successfully ascend, or want to buy various elixirs, spiritual swords and weapons, talismans and arrays, you must have spiritual stones. And spiritual stones can only be obtained by exploring secret realms and completing tasks. Otherwise, no matter how good your talent is, you cannot ascend to the upper realm alone.
Now she is enjoying the treatment of a heroine. Alas, this is really not easy.
Nan Yan took the spiritual plants to the medicine shop in the market at the foot of the sect's mountain. These spiritual plants were useless in her hands. Only alchemists and medicine practitioners could make the best use of them. Nan Yan put on a cloak, hid her true identity, and sold all the spiritual plants she had stolen from the Qiankun bracelet.
In the end, 72 spiritual plants were sold, 33 of which were relatively common spiritual plants in the world of cultivation, and the rest were relatively rare and hard to find, so the prices were not low.
In the end, I got about twenty high-quality spirit stones and four hundred medium-quality spirit stones.
Nan Yan excitedly touched the storage bag on the cabinet. Although she would leave here sooner or later, no one would complain that their property was not enough. With a sweep of her mind, she saw the neatly arranged boxes of spirit stones inside. Now, all the spirit stones that the dog bracelet had swallowed up were almost returned.
But how to continue to pester him?
Jing Wuyan looked at the female cultivator holding the bag of spirit stones with an unpresentable look on her face. He glanced at her and thought it was hard to describe how happy she could be with just such a small amount of spirit stones.
He let go of his consciousness and inadvertently glanced at the market outside, and saw the half-grown Qianqiu vine.
The Thousand Autumn Vine is not a rare thing, but it is difficult to obtain because it is the favorite vine of the Red Flame Snake.
Although the Red Flame Snake is a low-level monster, it can be a bit of a headache when they gather together. Usually, cultivators with low cultivation levels will not easily provoke them, while cultivators with high cultivation levels will look down on them.
In the past he would have looked down upon it, but it happened that he had dual spiritual roots of gold and fire, and was pure in the fire element. Now that his consciousness had just awakened from a deep sleep, his soul power was unstable. The Red Flame Snake King's inner elixir was of the fire attribute, which helped stabilize his soul power.
It would have been fine if he hadn't seen it, but now that he had seen this situation, he would naturally find a way to get it.
Otherwise, with this unstable soul body, who knows when it will be able to recover? The most troublesome thing is that if you are not careful, you may fall into a deep sleep again. Even when dealing with a minor foundation cultivator, you have to look ahead and behind, which is really difficult.
Then, his shadow flashed, and he landed behind Nan Yan, patting her shoulder. "Did you see the Thousand Autumn Vine sold on that stall? Thousand Autumn Vine is not common. Ask him where he found it. I need to find something to stabilize my soul power."
Nan Yan's eyebrows twitched slightly. It was really a relief that someone would send her a pillow just when she was sleepy. However, it was not so easy to get her to help.
She tilted her head to look at the man beside her and snorted, "Why should I help you? Can't you go yourself, you have hands and feet?"
Jing Wuyan also looked down at her with a calm expression, "Showing my body will waste spiritual energy. My current cultivation is not enough, so I can't waste spiritual energy. For now, I can only show myself in front of you."
"Also, I can't leave the bracelet too far now, otherwise I will be forced to come back. Can you ask for me, and I will give you ten spiritual plants as a reward?"
Hearing this, the female cultivator opposite him suddenly brightened up her eyes, like two light moons, and looked at him with watery eyes, "Okay, you said it yourself, you are not allowed to regret it."
The female cultivator grabbed his palm and slapped it hard, making some rules like in the mortal world, which made Jing Wuyan feel a little strange. Then she happily let go, as if she was afraid that he would regret it.
Jing Wuyan said "hmm" calmly, and then he saw the female cultivator jogging to the stall and chatting with the male cultivator, with a kind smile on her face, which made the fat old man's face full of wrinkles. Finally, she came back triumphantly with the news.
"That old man who built the foundation said that he found it in Baiwu Mountain. He also said that there are more snakes, insects, rats and ants there, and told me, a beautiful female cultivator, not to go there, lest I run into danger."
Just as she finished speaking, two soft, white little hands stretched out in front of him. They were quite similar to the spiritual pet he had raised in the past, especially the posture when asking for things, which was exactly the same.
"Bring it here."
Jing Wuyan took out the spiritual plant from his sleeve and handed it over. Before he could finish his words, he lowered his head and saw the female cultivator smiling with her eyes crooked as if she had obtained a treasure. She really looked like she had never seen the world.
Jing Wuyan paused for a while, then said, "Let's go. Baiwu Mountain should not be far from here, and it won't take much time to go back and forth. This is your chance."
Nan Yan saw the man moving forward without hesitation, but she stopped suddenly, snorted at him, and stared at him unceremoniously.
"Why are you leaving? When did I say I was going to White Mist Mountain? What does it have to do with me if you want to find something to stabilize your soul power? Why should I go with you?"
Jing Wuyan paused, turned around and stared at her, "You don't want the opportunity either? Although Qianqiu vines are common, the price in the market is not low, and now is the season when Qianqiu fruit is ripe. You are so short of spirit stones, these are all resources, don't you want them?"
Nan Yan couldn't help laughing when she heard this. She patted her bag and was obviously very satisfied. "Thanks to you, I just made a fortune. These spirit stones are enough for me to use for a long time. I don't want those opportunities that require adventure. Anyway, you should go alone. I won't accompany you."
As he spoke, he turned his head and counted the spiritual plants he had just obtained, then put them into his storage bag.
Jing Wuyan's brows tightened instantly when he saw the man's refusal to cooperate.
If he could leave alone, he would definitely ignore this little foundation-building cultivator. Unfortunately, his movements were restricted by the Qiankun bracelet, preventing him from moving even a step away.
"You don't even want a chance that's given to you for free? You've been stuck in the early stages of foundation building for a long time now, and you don't even have the desire to fight and take risks. You'll never be able to break through to the Golden Core stage in your lifetime."
Nan Yan felt amused in her heart. Did this guy think she was stupid?
Can't you see that his needs at the moment are obviously more urgent than hers? If that's the case, how can I justify my compromise if I don't trick him?
After hearing this, Nan Yan turned her head to look at him, and then said without any guilt, "It doesn't matter if I can't break through. I have food and drink in the sect, and my senior brother will protect me for the rest of my life. Why should I work so hard to tie my life to my belt? What if I encounter danger? I only have one life."
That was true, but Jing Wuyan's brows were visibly furrowed even tighter.
He has lived for so many years, but he has never seen such a cowardly Foundation Establishment cultivator. She is timid even when given opportunities for free. It is her fault that her cultivation is so low that she will never be able to break through in her lifetime.
He took a deep breath, fearing that he might kill someone.
Jing Wuyan was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "Are you so afraid of death? Isn't it for the sake of breakthrough and immortality that you practice so hard? I can guarantee that the opportunity this time will be very rich, you really don't want to go?"
It is hard not to see what is going on in his mind.
But Nan Yan just wanted to go against him.
The dark head nodded, "Of course I am afraid of death. I practice cultivation to make myself happy. I have established a foundation and can live for 200 years. That is enough for now."
After all, in the original plot, the original owner didn't even live to be fifty years old, two hundred years is too long.
Jing Wuyan was a little unwilling to give up. He couldn't hold on for long in this state. With the inner elixir of the red flame snake, he would be much more stable. He asked again, "Are you really not going?"
Nan Yan gave him a salty smile, then shook her head decisively, "Whoever wants to go can go, I'm not going anyway."
Jing Wuyan: "..."
Jing Wuyan looked down at the weak female cultivator with black hair. For the first time, he felt an awkward feeling as to where to start. How could there be such a greedy and cowardly cultivator in this world?
Even a young cultivator who hadn't built a foundation was bolder than her, especially with such abundant resources at her fingertips, was she really not interested in them at all? Was she unwilling to do something to gain experience?
Then why does she practice so hard?
If she didn't want it, he wouldn't be able to get the Red Flame Snake's inner elixir, wouldn't be able to stabilize his soul power, and wouldn't be able to recover and practice again. This is a vicious cycle.
It was all because he was still asleep when she recognized the Qiankun bracelet as her master. Otherwise, if he really slapped her to death, he would not have let her recognize the Qiankun bracelet as her master so confusedly, resulting in the current headache situation of being controlled by others.
Jing Wuyan rubbed his brows and finally had no choice but to compromise, "I beg you, tell me what you want, just think of it as accompanying me, and I'll give you a reward, okay?"
Nan Yan curled her lips. Wouldn't it be enough if she had been so smart earlier? Why did she have to be forced to open her mind? Is there such a good thing in the world?
Fortunately, she still has the bargaining chips now. The situation where this person is controlled by others has not been resolved, giving her the opportunity to take advantage of the loophole.
When Nan Yan heard this, she suddenly turned around and smiled. Her pupils were dark, like two black pearls, revealing a ray of clear light.
"Seriously, you can have anything you want?"
Jing Wu hesitated for a moment, feeling that something bad was going to happen. However, the current situation did not allow him to hesitate any longer, so he said, "It's just what I can do."
Nan Yan pursed her lips and smiled. Her charming little face suddenly came over, tugging at his robe with one hand, and then stretched out three white jade-like fingers, "Three requests, you have to promise me three things, and I will accompany you to find Qianqiu Ivy, how about that?"
Jing Wuyan lowered his head and looked at the person intently.
So this girl had planned this in advance, right?
Jing Wuyan only felt his chest churning slightly. For the first time in his life, he had an indescribable feeling of suffocation, but he couldn't do anything about it.
He pondered over it in his mind and thought carefully that it would be okay to agree to her request. Considering the greedy and cowardly nature of this female cultivator, she probably wouldn't make any requests that were too difficult.
"I promise you, what do you want me to do?" He suppressed a certain irritation and wanted to see what she would say.
Hearing this, Nan Yan couldn't help but laugh, and then she counted on her first finger, "Don't think I can't see that you are extremely impatient with me. You have repeatedly used that kind of staring eyes to deceive me. I want you to promise me that you will never bully me again in the future, and you will never do anything to hurt me. This is the first request. Do you agree?"
Perhaps people who fear death have a natural intuition about danger. She never thought that she could sense his murderous intent. Jing Wuyan looked down at her and responded, "I promise that I will not take the initiative to hurt you in the future."
After saying that, he let out a breath and said, "What about the second thing?"
Nan Yan tapped the Qiankun bracelet in her hand, looking as if she had succeeded in her plot. She stared at him with a smile, then held out five fingers, "Five hundred rare spiritual plants, will you give them to me?"
Jing Wuyan looked at the smile in the female cultivator's eyes and pursed his lips. He suddenly wanted to regret the first request he had just agreed to. He stared at her with deep black eyes, "Five hundred rare spiritual plants are too many. I'll give you a compromise. Three hundred rare spiritual plants and two hundred common spiritual plants. Is that okay?"
Nan Yan had not originally thought that she could get so much, but since this man was so generous, she would definitely accept it without hesitation, so she nodded her head like a chicken pecking at rice, fearing that the other party would regret it if she was a moment late.
"Okay, okay, I'm not picky..."
Seeing the female cultivator nodding her head hurriedly, Jing Wuyan felt a little relieved.
It's just some spiritual plants. The small secret realm of cultivation has been opened for a while, and the spiritual plants will be grown soon. It's okay to give them to her. When he finds the real owner of the bracelet, he will find a chance to help her ascend to the upper realm.
"Okay, what's the third thing?"
Now he just wants to get rid of this foundation-building repair as soon as possible.
Nan Yan pursed her lips and smiled, then suddenly waved at him.
"The third request is not too much. Please stand a little closer. I'm afraid you can't hear me."
There is no wrinkle on the brow. What is going on?
He hesitated for a moment, and looked at the female cultivator with a very low cultivation level. If it were in the upper realm in the past, he might be able to kill her with one hand. Although his cultivation level has regressed to the starting point now, this female cultivator cannot ambush him by surprise.
As he thought this, he took another step or two forward.
"Okay, go ahead. I can hear you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the female cultivator opposite him with dark and bright eyes, slowly approaching, her warm breath rising and falling, with a faint fruity fragrance, "The third request is that you have to agree to three more requests of mine..."
After hearing this, even though Jing Wuyan was too lazy to argue with her anymore, he couldn't help but twitch his forehead twice.
He subconsciously reached out to the other person, wanting to catch him and give him a lesson, but the other person was prepared and slipped away very quickly, so he only caught a handful of soft hair.
His hair is so soft, but his heart is so dark.
This was the first time Jing Wuyan was pissed off by someone. He hadn't lost his temper for many years. He had been asleep for so long that his perception of the outside world had become shallow. Did this little girl think he had a good temper? She even agreed to her three requests. How could she do such an unreasonable thing?
It's just nonsense and unreasonable.
In the end, Nan Yan was caught by this man. He grabbed her collar and pulled her back with force. Then he whispered in her ear, "You're teasing me, little girl. Do you really think I have a good temper? How dare you tease me like this?"
Nan Yan's head was pressed against his chest, and she was suppressed so tightly that she couldn't move. In the end, she could only struggle with an accusing look on her face and tears in her eyes, "Liar, you are a divine weapon after all, what are you competing with me, a minor foundation cultivator? Besides, have you forgotten what you promised me just now? You said you wouldn't hurt me actively, and now you're locking my throat..."
Nan Yan was now showing off her shamelessness to the extreme. "Oh, it hurts, it hurts, my head hurts, my hair is pinched, my throat can't breathe, I'm going to be strangled to death by you..."
In fact, it didn't hurt that much. The man wasn't very strong, he just held her down so that she couldn't move. But she acted out the pain as if it was only a little bit painful, looking very aggrieved.
Jing Wuyan sneered. It was the first time he had seen such a shameless female cultivator. He put his arm around the man's neck and pulled him back. "Be honest. The third request doesn't count. Ask again. I have already agreed to the first two requests. Now you have to accompany me to Baiwu Mountain."
Nan Yan immediately showed a compromising look, "Okay, okay, I promised you, isn't that enough? Why don't you just let go..."
After saying that, he couldn't help but add, "I haven't thought about the third request yet. Can I ask it later?"
Jing Wuyan looked at the female cultivator who turned her face away with a pitiful look on her face, her eyes red like a rabbit. He snorted coldly and then let her go.
After letting the man go, Nan Yan covered her chest and coughed a few times, then raised her eyes and glared at the man from time to time, making Jing Wuyan want to catch the man back and give him a good scolding.
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In the end, the two went to Baiwu Mountain together.
As the name suggests, this mountain is surrounded by fog all year round. The mountain is filled with white mist. Even if a cultivator releases his spiritual awareness, he can only see a distance of more than ten meters at most.
Moreover, there are many poisonous insects and strange beasts on the mountain. Especially when it is foggy, the monsters will hide in the fog and attack the monks, which makes it easy for people to be caught off guard. Ordinary foundation-building cultivators rarely come to such places to look for opportunities.
The two followed the teleportation formation to the foot of the mountain.
As soon as they arrived at the foot of the mountain and passed through the transparent barrier, they felt a layer of white mist enveloping their consciousness. Even if their consciousness was placed farther away, all they could see was a thick fog. For the monks, this situation was no different from being blind.
Nan Yan put away the magic weapon and walked directly down the mountain. Jing Wuyan beside her followed the bracelet all the time.
Nan Yan hesitated and refused to go in. Jing Wuyan looked at her timid and cowardly look and felt disgusted again. He felt annoyed again. How could the Qiankun bracelet be recognized as the master by such a cultivator?
He raised his hand and placed his palm directly on her shoulder. He pushed her forward while holding her back to prevent her from retreating. "Okay, just go in. Don't be afraid of anything. I'll take care of the rest."
Hearing this assurance, Nan Yan immediately relaxed.
This is exactly the result she wanted.
After they entered the mountain, they found that there was a dense forest on the White Mist Mountain. The various trees in the forest were so tall that they reached the clouds. If they were not so high that they could not see the top, they would really think that this was just an ordinary forest.
Nan Yan looked at the vast expanse of white around her. She guessed that it was due to her low level of cultivation. When she let go of her consciousness, all she saw was white mist and trees all around her.
What Jing Wuyan is looking for is Qianqiu Teng.
She heard from the old man who was building the foundation that the Thousand Autumn Ivy was near the mountainside. Nan Yan looked at the various green vines and trees around them. The two of them searched for a long time but could not find the Thousand Autumn Ivy. Instead, they were harassed by a few flying mosquitoes from time to time.
After walking further, Jing Wuyan stopped.
Nan Yan was also forced to stop. She touched her head and felt the man behind her suddenly slide his fingers across her neck. It was cold and a little creepy. She turned around and glared at him.
"Why are you touching my neck?"
Jing Wuyan just felt puzzled, looked at her calmly, his eyes fell on Qianqiu Teng opposite, and then casually replied, "It wasn't me, I didn't touch you."
As soon as the voice fell, the little finger brushed her head again. Nan Yan caught the man's sneaky action with her backhand, "You said you didn't touch it, but if it's not you, then is it a ghost?"
Nan Yan grabbed the person back and felt the cool touch on her palm, which was inexplicably slippery.
She looked closely and saw that it was actually a colorful snake!
Nan Yan's scalp suddenly went numb, and for a moment she wanted to throw the snake at the face of the person opposite her.
But suddenly she thought of her current identity as a cultivator. She was just a low-level little spirit snake that couldn't even break her aura shield. It seemed that there was nothing to be afraid of.
So she pinched the snake's tail and threw it back in front of Jing Wuyan, smiling coldly and imposingly, "Hehe, it's just a small snake, there's nothing to be afraid of."
Hearing this, the person opposite smiled and nodded at her, "Well, it's good that you are not afraid. Let's get started."
Start? Start what?
Nan Yan was about to ask him what he started with, but she heard a sudden hissing sound coming from behind her. She turned her head and saw countless green vines climbing on the tall Qianqiu tree, and the vines were covered with dense snakes.
Colorful, soft bodies entangled together, piled up in a ball, rolling forward, with a hissing sound rising and falling.
At that moment, Nan Yan simply wanted to beat the man opposite her with a hammer. She couldn't help it anyway, and had completely forgotten her identity as a monk of her sect.
He grabbed Jing Wuyan who was beside him and hugged him tightly. He was so scared that his face turned pale. He cried and asked him in a trembling voice, "You bastard, didn't you say you were here to find vines? Why are there so many snakes?"
She was so dedicated and responsible that she remembered to hold on to her target even though she was scared.
Jing Wuyan was caught off guard and hugged by someone. He didn't have time to dodge for a while, but looking at the man's pale face, he was obviously in a very good mood.
"I'm here to look for vines. The Red Flame Snake's favorite plant is the Thousand Autumn Vine. Now, you take the Thousand Autumn Vine and I'll take the Red Flame Snake King's inner elixir. We can have the best of both worlds and have both things."
He patted the man on the back and said coldly, "Alright, come down quickly. Didn't you say you weren't afraid of snakes? These are low-level monsters with little power. We can easily deal with them with half each."
How could Nan Yan let go of the man she had finally entangled with? She buried her head in his chest and cried pitifully, "I won't get off, I won't get off, I won't get off even if I die. You handle it alone. I get a headache and eyes hurt just looking at it. I'm not afraid of a small snake, but there must be at least tens of thousands of them. The snakes are coming, coming! They're coming from behind, get out of the way!"
Jing Wuyan was entangled by this female cultivator who was like a dog-skin plaster, and he couldn't pull himself away for a while, so he could only take her with him to dodge.
The monk's breath startled the snake king on the vine tree. After waking up, the snake king pointed at the low-level spirit snakes and began to attack.
The best opportunity for a sneak attack was missed, and Jing Wuyan was feeling angry, but he was entangled by this man and couldn't move.
He didn't expect this female cultivator to be so incompetent that she couldn't even deal with a low-level monster. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth and asked her, "Why is your cultivation so poor? Why do you fish in troubled waters all day long? I thought your aura shield could hold on for a while."
Nan Yan cried on his chest, her tears smearing on his clothes, "You are mean to me? You are still mean to me, I said I would not come, but you insisted that I come, now you see, we have disturbed the snake's nest, we are going to be buried alive by the snakes, it's all your fault."
"Woo, woo, hurry up, the one on the left is flying over, the one on the right, hurry up and crush it to death, crush it quickly, there is still one above your head!"
She cried and asked him to hide, for fear of being bitten, so she even tucked her fingers into her sleeves and hid herself very well.
Jing Wuyan took a deep breath, "Shut up! Your senior brother has made you too weak. You are a cultivator, and cultivators should experience hardships and grow on their own. If you don't even have the ability to face these small setbacks, you will die sooner or later."
The female cultivator curled up in his arms sobbed and spat, "I will grow up on my own next time, this time I leave it to you, hurry up, help, my senior brother would never let me do this, hurry up, crush it to death, crush it to death quickly."
"Hurry up, or the snake king will have a hot dinner. We estimate that we can feed it for a long time."
Jing Wuyan: "..."
There's really no hope at all.
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