After awakening, the female supporting character in the abused novel only wants to ascend to immorta

Chapter 537 Shut up
Ning Wengui also noticed the hostility these people had towards Lin Zhao. He frowned and was about to say something when Lin Zhao pressed his shoulder and shook his head: "We will go to the ancient tomb together in seven days to make purchases."

Seeing that Lin Zhao was sensible, Mo Xiuhan's expression softened a bit, but he still didn't give Lin Zhao a friendly look.

It was a woman at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage standing next to Ning Wengui who stepped forward and explained the reason to her: "Senior Brother Mo and his sister both like Senior Brother Wengui. Senior Brother Wengui likes you, so they are jealous of you. You don't need to pay attention to them."

Lin Zhao glanced at Mo Xiuhan a few times subconsciously. If she wasn't mistaken, Mo Xiuhan was indeed a man.

“In the cultivation world, strength is paramount. When forming a Daoist partnership, people don’t distinguish between humans and animals, let alone men and women,” the woman said from the side.

Lin Zhao: "..."

She gave Ning Wengui a meaningful look, then gave him a thumbs up.

Lin Zhao asked herself if she had many suitors, but none like Ning Wengui...

Lin Zhao thought about it and still admitted that she was not as good as him.

Ning Wengui was also somewhat helpless about this, and when he saw Lin Zhao making fun of him about it, he couldn't help but glare at her fiercely.

Lin Zhao shrugged helplessly after being glared at.

Mo Xiuhan and his sister Mo Xiuya, who was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, gritted their teeth at the sight of the two exchanging glances.

Since Ning Wengui came to the Immortal Sect, he has been gentle and considerate to everyone and has never argued with anyone.

But no matter who he was with, the people of the Immortal Sect had never seen a second expression on Ning Wengui, such an elegant and brilliant genius. It would not be an exaggeration to say that his gentleness and elegance were a mask that would never fall off. But Lin Zhao's appearance made Ning Wengui reveal different sides of himself time and time again.

They could understand the meaning behind this without even thinking about it.

They not only stole one of their sect's spots to go to the ancient tomb, but they also tried to steal their sect's future leader?
Mo Xiuhan took out a spirit boat from his sleeve, infused it with spiritual energy, and enlarged it: "Let's take a boat."

Lin Zhao saw the luxurious spirit boat that could accommodate dozens of people for rest and thought to himself that the immortal sects were also very wealthy, as they didn't need to use swords to ride on spirit vessels.

Such a large magical artifact, I wonder how much it costs?
Lin Zhao boarded the spirit boat. After the spirit boat set sail, he noticed that the edges and corners of the spirit boat were made of rare spirit metals. Even though Lin Zhao was not a weapon refiner, he could feel Mo Xiuhan's wealth.

A voice drifted from behind: "Aren't you envious?"

Lin Zhao nodded.

Although she had money, as an alchemist and spirit talisman master, no amount of money was enough for her. Moreover, Lin Zhao rarely sold the things she made, so in most cases, Lin Zhao spent more than she earned.

"If you tell me what Senior Brother Wen Gui likes, I can give you this spirit boat."

Lin Zhao almost nodded.

Fortunately, a last shred of reason and conscience stopped her from acting.

It's not that she can't afford it; she just thinks it's too expensive and unnecessary.

She turned around and met a woman who looked about 40% like Mo Xiuhan, realizing that this was Mo Xiuhan's sister.

"That's not necessary." Lin Zhao thought for a moment and said hypocritically, "A gentleman loves money, but he acquires it in a proper way."

Mo Xiuya crossed her arms, sneered when she heard her words, walked to her side, leaned against the railing of the spirit boat, and looked down at the mountains and rivers below.

"My brother and I both really enjoy asking Senior Brother Gui."

Lin Zhao kept her eyes down and remained silent.

"We always thought that a person like him had only the great principles in his heart and no love, until he mentioned you."

Lin Zhao remained silent. Mo Xiuya suddenly sighed, "You are excellent, my brother and I both acknowledge that, but our obsession isn't something that can be erased overnight. I hope you won't disappoint us, otherwise..."

Mo Xiuya's gaze fell on her with a hint of murderous intent for a moment.

After she left, Lin Zhao's spiritual energy transformed into a chair, and she leaned back on it to enjoy sunbathing.

A laugh suddenly came from behind me.

"I don't know if you're strong enough to not be afraid of those two lunatics from the Mo family, or if you're just thick-skinned."

The young man in white also transformed his spiritual energy into a chair and lay down next to her.

Lin Zhao asked lazily, "What about the former, and what about the latter?"

The young man chuckled and said, "Putting everything else aside, I quite admire your personality. My name is Zhou Mingyang, the second prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and also the second disciple of the head of the Listening Heaven Sect. If those two siblings cause you trouble, you can come to me; my fees are very reasonable."

Lin Zhao was speechless for a moment, then asked, "You're a prince, a disciple of the sect leader, and you're still short of money?"

"I don't lack money, but who would complain about having too much money? If it weren't for the fact that you look somewhat similar to my goddess, and even have the same name, I wouldn't be giving you this opportunity."

Lin Zhao rubbed her temples, not really wanting to talk to him.

However, this person was clearly not someone who would stop talking just because Lin Zhao ignored him; he quickly found a new topic to talk about.

"But you've got a knack for staying young. You're thousands of years old and you still look like you're sixteen or seventeen. Mo Xiuya and Tian Mengyao can't compare to you in this respect."

After saying that, he smacked his lips, as if he was dreaming about something: "But the goddess in my mind is different. She is a nineteen-year-old Nascent Soul cultivator, and she must have reached the Golden Core stage at sixteen. She can maintain the appearance of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old without the Youth Preservation Pill."

Lin Zhao's head was throbbing from his noise. She was holding an eighth-level silence talisman in her hand, but after thinking about it, she realized that the eighth-level talisman paper was quite expensive, so she decided not to put it on him.

"Once that passage is stable, I must go and pay my respects to the glory of my goddess, the Ancestral Phoenix Emperor." Zhou Mingyang put his hands behind his head and crossed his long legs: "Do you think the Ancestral Phoenix Emperor would even look at my face?"

Lin Zhao: "..." I don't even want your mouth.

Zhou Mingyang talked for a long time, but Lin Zhao ignored him, which made him a little dissatisfied. "Why are you like Ning Wengui? If you two really become Daoist partners, won't you be two taciturn people?"

Lin Zhao said, "I don't need your opportunity. The Ancestral Phoenix Emperor has no shortage of men. Give up on both of these thoughts and shut your mouth."

Zhou Mingyang was silent for a while. Lin Zhao wondered if her words had been too harsh on him and was about to reflect on her actions when he slapped her on the shoulder.

"What you say makes sense! But I think if I were to advance to the Tribulation Transcendence stage and ask for a position as a courtier, I would have a good chance with my looks."

Lin Zhao: "..."

She stood up, summoned the Holy Dragon Emperor's Spear, and transformed it into a dagger: "You're right, now I'll ruin your face and give you no chance."

When Zhou Mingyang saw that she was serious, he yelled and ran away.

Seeing this, Lin Zhao snorted coldly, put away the dagger, and lay back down on the chair to enjoy his rare moment of rest.

The girl with the bun hairstyle was drawing talismans. When she saw Zhou Mingyang come in with his face covered, and heard him nagging about Lin Zhao outside, she didn't say a word.

Zhou Mingyang talked for a while, but when the other person didn't reply, he got dissatisfied and walked up to the person and asked, "What's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?"

The female cultivator with the bun hairstyle, Tian Mengyao, placed a mute note on his mouth.

"I was wondering, why didn't Lin Zhao really ruin your face?"