After the mind-reading cripple junior sister, the entire sect rose to prominence.

Chapter 169 Drips of Fallen Leaves

"Great, we finally made it up."

"Senior Brother Qi, Junior Sister, how did it go? Did it go smoothly?"

"Are you all alright? We saw the water ripples just now, and we thought you were fighting with someone."

Everyone came forward to ask with concern.

Mo Jiuwei smiled and said, "It's alright, look!"

She opened her palm, revealing the Qiankun bag she was holding.

This is the haul from this dive!

This Qiankun bag isn't the cheapest or lowest grade; it's mid-grade. Even if it's empty, it's still worth some crystals.

In the past, this Qiankun bag alone would have made everyone happy for a while, because the crystals it could exchange for would have been enough to feed the entire sect for several days.

However, nowadays everyone is worldly-wise, so they won't be surprised by a mere Qiankun bag. What surprises them is that there must be treasures inside!
"Let's go back, it's not convenient here." Qi Heng was also happy, but after looking around, he still spoke up to remind them.

This place is, after all, a training ground, and the commotion caused by Senior Brother Qi and Yi Ling Teng has been quite significant, resulting in cultivators passing by from time to time.

Their group was quite conspicuous; whenever someone passed by, they would glance at them for a while. This wasn't a good time to chat or flaunt their wealth.

"Okay, let's head back first."

"Okay, let's talk about it after we leave here."

Ling Qing suddenly spoke up, "There are materials needed for our clan's weaving in this forest. May I go there? You can return to the sect first."

"Is there anything your tribe needs? Then let's go together; it'll be safer with more people," Liu Feng said immediately.

Qi Heng nodded, "We're companions, there's no reason for us to leave you alone. Wherever you want to go, we'll go with you."

As the person with the highest cultivation level present, Qi Heng's words were actually a statement: if Ling Qing encounters trouble later, he is willing to lend a hand.

Ling Qing was moved.

Mo Jiuwei is willing to save them, and now her sect is also willing to help her.

The people of the Immortal Sect... are the most benevolent and united sect Ling Qing has ever encountered, without exception.

"Thank you very much then." He nodded and said, "The place I need to go is the southwest of Cangming Lake."

He noticed it from afar while on the airship; what he needed should be there.

Now that we know the direction, things will be much easier.

Everyone accompanied Lingqing to the southwest, and then they arrived at a forest.

"Do you need to pick any leaves? Show us, and we'll all help you pick them!" Hu Jiu looked around and smiled.

Ling Qing thanked her, then shook her head, "No need to trouble yourself, I'll be done soon."

After he finished speaking, he stood there, raised his hands to form a mudra, and muttered something under his breath.

As he made this movement, his clothes moved without wind, and Lingqing's hair fluttered in the air like dancing branches, incredibly agile.

The members of the Immortal Sect looked around in surprise and saw that a breeze had risen in the forest, with a faint rustling sound. The leaves of many plants were swaying in the wind, as if they were talking.

Then, Ling Qing suddenly opened her eyes, stared intently at one spot, and made another gesture.

Mo Jiuwei noticed that his fingertip seemed to be pointing in a certain direction, so she looked up.

That's a withered leaf drop, a gray plant with a faint, pleasant fragrance. Its leaves are teardrop-shaped, delicate and small.

The next instant, the withered leaves on the tree seemed to be summoned by something, making a louder noise than the other trees in the forest. Then, a rustling sound was heard—the leaves actually detached from the branches and flew towards Ling Qing like swallows returning to the forest!

They were arranged in a regular line, and if viewed from a distance, one might mistake them for a flock of birds.

Ling Qing put them into her sleeve. Seeing that half of the leaves on this tree were gone, she turned to another tree and did the same.

"Wow, how spectacular!" Meng Ling exclaimed, her eyes sparkling.

"How elegant!" Hu Jiu exclaimed in amazement. "As expected of the Divination God Clan, few can compare to them when it comes to their affinity with plants."

Look, these leaves seem to obey Ling Qing's call, obediently leaving the branches and flying towards him, saving him the trouble of picking them.

Mo Jiuwei was also seeing this skill for the first time, and couldn't help but feel a bit curious.

So handsome!

[The people of the Divination Clan seem perfectly suited for picking fruits and planting spiritual herbs; perhaps even the seeds are exceptionally obedient in their hands?]

Let me think, are there any jobs suitable for them in the Immortal Sect...?

Chen Lan and the others couldn't help but chuckle after hearing this.

With such amazing skills, how come the junior sister says he's only good at farming and picking fruit?
However, everyone knows that Mo Jiuwei was just thinking about having fun; she didn't really mean it.

The process of Lingqing "picking" the leaves was very pleasing to the eye, and everyone waited in place, even having the mood to eat some fruit while watching.

No wonder Ling Qing said there was no need for help; they really couldn't help much, and would only make things worse.

"I'm done, I can go back now." Ling Qing stopped what he was doing, a smile appearing on his face as he showed an apologetic expression to everyone.

He felt extremely guilty that so many people had accompanied him on this journey and were waiting for him to do things for them.

"Chief Lingqing, is this a move that all your clansmen know?" Yi Xingyun asked curiously.

Ling Qing nodded, "You can master it through practice, the only difference is the speed."

It turned out to be the case.

After finishing their tasks, everyone left Cangming Plain without further delay.

Qi Heng needs to go home. He was supposed to go home ten years ago, but he couldn't because of a sudden breakthrough. Now that he has the time, he can't put it off any longer.

He invited everyone to his home as guests, and their first reaction was, of course, to refuse.

"Isn't it too much trouble? There are so many of us, it would be inconvenient for us to go."

"Yes, you should go home. We can eat and stroll around Yueyuan City. Once you're better, we can go back to the sect together."

“That’s right, Junior Sister hasn’t been to Yueyuan City yet, so let’s treat it as taking her there for fun.”

But Mo Jiuwei's eyes darted around.

[Senior Brother Qi's family is in some trouble. His mother is seriously ill, and his aunt slept with his father... Tsk, what a femme fatale.]

This aunt is no ordinary person; she's got the entire Qi family wrapped around her little finger. If Senior Brother Qi returns home alone like this, he's bound to suffer some losses.

Mo Jiuwei shook her head repeatedly.

Her words left everyone stunned and bewildered.

Qi Heng's face turned deathly pale, and he stared blankly at the scene.

what did she say?
"Um, Senior Brother Qi, is your house big enough for all of us?" Ji Qingqing suddenly asked.