Chapter 2: Temple of Destruction

"Thank you, Fairy Si Yan."

Ye Lanxi stuffed the black jade into Si Yan's hand and hurriedly reached for the God-Slaying Sword.

But the God-Slaying Sword weighs more than ten thousand pounds, and even though he has a strong vitality in his body, he still cannot shake it at all.

He looked at Si Yan for help: "Fairy..."

With the mentality of caring for the mentally ill, Si Yan picked up the kitchen knife with one hand, weighed it in his hand, and then gently placed it in his hand: "Okay, okay, from today on, this 'God-Slaying Sword' is yours."

The indescribable power of the ancient times slowly merged into Ye Lanxi's body.

The God-Slaying Sword!

From now on, he is the master of the God-Slaying Sword!!
Ye Lanxi was so excited that he could not express it in words. After putting away the God-Slaying Sword, he kowtowed three times to Si Yan.

"Fairy, your kindness will never be forgotten by Ye Lanxi."

"Alright, alright, go ahead."

Si Yan helped him up from the ground, feeling a little regretful. This man was so handsome, but unfortunately he had a poor brain.

I hope his family can send him to a mental hospital as soon as possible and give him proper treatment.

Ye Lanxi walked out of the grocery store with the God-Slaying Sword and couldn't help but look back again.

There was a horizontal plaque hanging above the door of the grocery store, with a new shop sign that Si Yan had customized two days ago: Si’s Grocery Store.

But in Ye Lanxi's eyes, on that black horizontal plaque, with golden hooks and silver strokes, there were only three huge characters flowing with supreme pressure: Slay! God!! Temple!!!

The Temple of God Slaying has been extinct for thousands of years.

No one knew what kind of fate had led him to accidentally enter the Temple of God Slayer, where he was not only brought back to life, but also received enlightenment from the Fairy Si Yan.

"Ye Lanxi thanks Fairy Si Yan!"

Ye Lanxi knelt down again in front of the God-Slaying Temple.

When he kowtowed respectfully and stood up, he found that the light around him had dimmed. A cold moon hung high in the sky. All around him were desolate graves and crows crying at night. Where was the slightest trace of the Temple of the God-Slaying?
If he hadn't been holding the heavy God-Slaying Sword in his hand, he would have almost thought that everything that had just happened was a dream.

In the store.

Si Yan played with the small black stone that he had exchanged for the broken kitchen knife.

The stone looks inconspicuous on the outside, but when it is held up to light, the colorful interior becomes dazzling.

Is it really jade?
If it is really jade, it should be worth thousands or tens of thousands, right?
Si Yan was thinking about it when her ex-boyfriend Jiang Tiansheng suddenly called.

"Yanyan, are you free tonight? Grandpa wants to invite you to dinner at home. Send me your location and I'll pick you up."

"Jiang Tiansheng, we have broken up. Don't contact me again."

Si Yan hung up the phone with a cold face and put Jiang Tiansheng on the blacklist.

She and Jiang Tiansheng didn't know each other originally.

A few months ago, Si Yan rescued an unconscious old man with a white beard on the roadside. Unexpectedly, this old man was Jiang Sanhe, the richest man in Yuncheng.

Jiang Sanhe is a person who believes in fate very much.

The fortune teller said that he was taken to the King of Hell’s Palace by a ghost that day, and it was the girl named Si Yan who forcibly pulled him back to the world of the living.

The fortune teller also said that Si Yan was an extremely rare Nine Yin Fate. If he could marry her, not only would the Jiang family be able to prosper for a hundred years, but Jiang Sanhe himself would also live a long life without illness or disaster.

Jiang Sanhe believed it without a doubt and immediately gave the birth dates of his grandchildren to the fortune teller.

A deduction based on the eight characters.

The final result is that among these grandsons, only Jiang Tiansheng is the most suitable to marry Si Yan.

Jiang Sanhe said, Tiansheng, I don’t care what method you use, as long as you can marry that girl Si Yan into our Jiang family, I will give you all the shares under my name.

Jiang Tiansheng and Ji Linna already had an engagement.

In order to get the shares under his grandfather's name, Jiang Tiansheng broke off the engagement and tried every possible way to get close to Si Yan. At first, Si Yan really thought she had met her Mr. Right.

It was not until Ji Linna came to her that she realized that Jiang Tiansheng approached her not because he liked her, but because he had other purposes.

She immediately called Jiang Tiansheng and broke up with him.

Jiang Tiansheng thought Si Yan was just sulking.

After all, she was just a poor girl who couldn't even finish college because she couldn't afford the tuition, while he was a third-generation rich man who was born in Rome with a silver spoon in his mouth.

In two days at most, she would definitely beg him to get back together in a humble manner.

But the week is almost over.

Seeing that Si Yan didn't contact him actively, Jiang Tiansheng lost his temper and found an excuse to call her.

When he called again and found that the number was blocked, he realized that Si Yan was determined to break up with him.

The grocery store is located in a remote area.

What I sell are old items left by my grandfather.

Si Yan had been guarding here for the entire morning, and apart from the crazy man in the morning, no one else had visited her shop.

She cleaned the store and was about to sit down to take a breath when a message popped up on her phone: The once-in-five-year treasure appraisal competition will be officially held at the Condon Hotel today, and wealthy merchants and mysterious collectors from all over the world will show up...

"A treasure appraisal conference?"

Si Yan couldn't help but think of the small black stone that he had exchanged for the broken kitchen knife.

There's not much business in the store anyway.

It’s better to try your luck.

What if it is really jade?

Even if you can't exchange it for tens of thousands, three or five hundred would be good.

Si Yan took the black jade and left without hesitation, riding his electric scooter to the Condon Hotel.

The hall was crowded with people.

Those who come and go are either successful men in suits and ties, or wealthy or noble women with exquisite makeup.

Si Yan was wearing a cheap dress bought from a certain website and was mercilessly ridiculed as soon as she entered the venue.

"Hey, where did this little country girl come from? You came here wearing sandals?"

"You are so poor, and you dare to come to the treasure appraisal conference?"

“Why do the organizers let everyone in?”

"I think she's probably here to hook up with some rich guy."

"Tsk tsk, I think this girl is pretty, with fair skin and a good figure... I wonder how much she's worth..."

Everyone pointed and looked at Si Yan as if he were a clown.

Si Yan was a person with a slight social phobia. Being stared at and looked at by so many strangers, her palms were sweating and she was so nervous that she almost walked in sync with her feet and hands.

After finally reaching the registration desk, she took a long breath and sat down on the chair.

Manager Wu, the person in charge, looked at her with contempt and said, "Girl, have you come to the wrong place?"

Si Yan whispered, "Isn't this a treasure appraisal conference? Your conference rules don't say that poor people are not allowed to participate."

Manager Wu chuckled disdainfully: "You? What treasures can you bring to the exhibition?"

Si Yan took out the small black stone from her bag and said with a guilty conscience, "This is the black jade that has been passed down from my family."

"Tsk, it's just a broken stone and it's inherited from my ancestors..."

Manager Wu glanced at the inconspicuous black jade, and a disdainful expression suddenly froze on his face.


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