I'm only one year old, what the hell is the counterattack system?

Chapter 172 Xun Wangtian Dharma Assembly (Subscription Request)
"Three blood cores!"

Looking at Miss Qingfeng who stretched out her slender little hand, Chen Yi couldn't help laughing.

Then he tried to touch the Sumeru bag on his body and probed his mind into it.

The feeling of "seeing" the items in the Sumeru bag with his mind as usual did not appear, but instead they unfolded directly in front of his eyes.

That's right.

When he touched the Sumeru bag and had the thought of "opening" and "taking" the items, the Sumeru bag slowly opened in front of him like a scroll.

It would not be accurate to call it a scroll, but rather a huge storage cabinet with items neatly arranged before his eyes.

Chen Yi was stunned for a moment, looking at these items that should only be visible to him, he turned his head to look at Miss Qingfeng.

After seeing her expression clearly, his heart sank.

Oops, it looks like his “poor and weak” mask is about to fall off.

"Wow!"

Miss Qingfeng looked at the huge Sumeru bag that was ten feet long and contained all kinds of items, and her eyes widened.

Thousands of demon blood cores of all sizes were sparkling with crystal blood, with wisps of thick black aura swirling among them, which was very gorgeous and dazzling.

The scales, horns, teeth, etc. dissected from the bodies of even larger numbers of monsters almost occupied half of the space.

Then there were dozens of magical weapons, including swords, shields, and sticks.

Especially the several magic weapons given to him by Li Qingzhou, which appeared behind "Xun Wangtian" and exuded a hint of extraordinary power.

There are also fairy peaches, nine-flower cakes, a jar of Qingquan wine, and dozens of jars of fine wines purchased from all over the country.

Finally, there are the bottles and jars that store elixirs.

Although all the pills in the porcelain bottle were looted by Xiaoqing, it was still spectacular to see them displayed directly.

At least Miss Qingfeng was watching intently, with a look of desire that showed an inexperienced look on her face.

Then she put her hands on her hips, her bright eyes reflecting Chen Yi's slightly embarrassed smile, and snorted:

"Okay Chen Er, you have so many demon blood cores, and you're still trying to bargain with me?!"

"These are gifts from my elders, so I have to be more frugal, right?"

Chen Yi smiled, took out the three blood cores as promised, and withdrew his mind from the unfolding of the Sumeru bag.

The unexpected situation caught him somewhat off guard.

I have to say, this "Magic Power - The Art of Great Dreams" is really great, its power is really terrifying!
Not only does it make him feel as if he is "there", with his five senses and mind evolving, but it can also connect him to reality.

If he wasn't worried about any unexpected situations, he would have wanted to try to use his sword power here.

Qing Feng looked at him suspiciously, "It's ok for the Divine Wandering Realm and the Heavenly Combination Realm, but there are even demon blood cores from the Void Extreme Realm and the Grandmaster Realm..."

"You, you are not the descendant of the sect master or the headmaster of those sects or holy places, right?"

"Probably." Chen Yi said in a muffled voice.

There are indeed many blood cores, natural treasures and the like in Wu Hou Mansion, but there are absolutely no such things as the Void Realm or Grandmaster Realm.

There should be some in the Taixu Taoist Sect. Li Qingzhou and Sect Master Xiao Huang were both recruited from the Taizhou Mountain battlefield, so they should have quite a few spoils of war.

It’s just that they have it, but they won’t give it to their disciples easily.

As he spoke, Chen Yi held the three blood cores and asked thoughtfully, "Is there something special here?"

"Of course it's special," Qing Feng said with a pout, "This is the world where the master brother's magical powers evolved, so naturally there is some divine will."

"It is also to facilitate us to share what we have that Senior Brother specially evolved the power of storage tools."

"Awesome." Chen Yi praised sincerely.

He looked at the surrounding scenery. It was such a beautiful place with mountains and rivers, and it turned out that it was the evolution of magical powers.

If he hadn't known in advance, he would never have imagined that this would be a fake world.

"Sister Qingfeng, are there any other divine intentions?"

"Yes," Qingfeng understood that he was worried about a similar situation. He rolled his eyes twice and stretched out his hand again.

"Xun Wangtian's rules say that nothing can be obtained without hard work."

Chen Yi: “…”

Could it be that this girl's greed for money is also a characteristic of Xun Wangtian?
I remember that when Zhao Tianhe dressed up as a fortune teller before, his action of asking for money was exactly the same.

"How many?"

"A Grandmaster level... no, a Divine Wandering level..."

Qing Feng looked at Chen Yi's increasingly suspicious expression and changed his tone, "Okay, okay, a blood core from the Guiyuan Realm will be fine."

Chen Yi rolled his eyes secretly, and he almost considered quitting Xun Wangtian.

What family can afford such expenses?

Before he could open the Sumeru bag again to take out the blood core, he saw another figure emerging in the pavilion.

It did not appear suddenly, but rather transformed from virtual to real, just like a human figure gradually condensed in an ink painting.

He had short, half-cut hair, a decent appearance, thick eyebrows and big eyes.

He wore a sleeveless linen short top and linen trousers with several strips of cloth tied around his legs as leggings.

This attire made him look no different from those wanderers, a little sloppy, but with a free and easy smile.

The man stood out and looked around, his eyes fell on the blood core in Chen Yi's hand, and said with a smile:

"Feng girl, are you cheating me again?"

Qingfeng grinned, revealing his two small canine teeth, and said madly:
"Stinky Ah Lang, you didn't show up earlier or later, but you had to run out when I was doing business. Did you do it on purpose?!"

"you guess."

"…Bad guy, I will beat you to a pulp sooner or later."

The visitor patted her on the head and said with a smile, "Then you have to work harder."

"Ah... stinky Alang, don't touch my head!"

The visitor laughed a few times, looked at Chen Yi, and said in a familiar manner: "Just call me A Lang."

"Chen Er."

Chen Yi withdrew the idea of ​​touching the Sumeru bag on his waist, looked at him, and then looked at his hands.

Compared to his not-so-tall stature, his pair of jade-white hands looked particularly exaggerated - more than two times bigger.

Ah Lang noticed his gaze, raised his hands and said, "I practiced some boxing skills, and it became like this after a long time."

Chen Yi was stunned for a moment, then said in silence: "It is indeed a little different from ordinary people."

Qing Feng smiled slightly evilly and said, "Chen Er, A Lang's fist is very powerful. The average Great Demon King in the Divine Ability Realm is no match for him."

"If you encounter an enemy you can't defeat, you can ask him to come over for help. All it takes is a blood core from the Divine Wandering Realm."

After saying this, she glanced at Alang implicitly, as if signaling him to cooperate.

Ah Lang subconsciously touched his short hair and said, "What you said is not accurate. I will take action... Never mind, I will just assume that you are right."

"That's right, you stinky old man!"

Chen Yi watched the two people talking familiarly and couldn't help but ask, "Have you joined Xunwangtian for a long time?"

"Not too long," Ah Lang shook his head and said, "A few months earlier than you."

Qing Feng snorted, "Six months and seven days to be exact."

"Feng girl, why do you remember it so clearly?"

"You owe me four Grandmaster Blood Cores, and it's been six months and you still haven't paid me back!"

Ah Lang: “…You still remember?”

"Of course I have to remember it clearly, so that you won't default on your debt."

As he spoke, Qing Feng pointed at Chen Yi and said, "Chen Er is not like you. He paid for all three deals on the spot."

"Really?" Ah Lang asked, "Did you ask your senior brother for some more classics?"

"No, no... Humph, shut up!"

Chen Yi looked at Qingfeng with strange eyes and thought to himself that this seems to be the case.

However, he didn't think Qingfeng Lion was asking too much about the two questions he asked earlier.

After all, one is about the method of "resurrection", a realm above the realm of supernatural powers, which are not something ordinary people can understand clearly.

Thinking of this, Chen Yi immediately threw the blood core in his hand to Qingfeng.

"Let's trade now before the ceremony begins."

Qingfeng took it and looked at it for a few seconds, then immediately smiled happily, not forgetting to show off to Alang:
"Look how straightforward he is, unlike you!"

Ah Lang was not angry, he smiled and said: "I am just a poor warrior, I spend all my spare money on wine."

"Humph, you're just lazy. I introduced you to a deal, but you drank too much."

While scolding him, Qingfeng opened the storage device and put the three blood cores into it.

Then she found a black box from the corner and handed it to Chen Yi.

"Another time, my senior brother asked you to deliver a letter to Daoshan, but you got into a fight with someone. Tell me... Hey, what happened to you two?"

It was not until this time that Qingfeng noticed that Alang and Chen Yi both had slightly dull expressions on their faces, and asked in confusion.

Chen Yi came back to his senses, took the box, looked at her with a complicated expression and said:

"Sister Qingfeng, your wealth is really terrifying."

I saw that the storage device that Qingfeng opened contained more than ten times as many items as his.

In the hundred-foot-long storage cabinet suspended in the air, there are blood cores, magic tools, food and drinks, and everything else.

It's like a walking treasure bag.

"Really?" Ah Lang nodded and agreed, "I wanted to snatch her away a long time ago."

"Don't look at it, it's mine, all mine!"

Qingfeng finally reacted, stood in front of the storage magic weapon with his arms open, and grinned.

While she was busy closing the storage device, Chen Yi opened it for a moment and threw the box in.

But the sharp-eyed Ah Lang still saw the rows of items and couldn't help but point at Chen Yi and said:

"So you are so rich, no wonder Feng girl has set her eyes on you."

Qing Feng said madly: "Stop talking nonsense, I just found out about this too!"

"So? You won't do business with Brother Chen Er in the future?"

"Of course not...I won't look for it!"

Chen Yi watched the two people bickering with a smile, and he had a good impression of Xun Wangtian.

However, he was curious about the other people in Xun Wangtian.

Apart from Qingfeng and Alang in front of him, Zhao Tianhe who invited him to join, and Xiaolan from Yaoting, the only one he hadn't seen was the mysterious senior brother Xun Wangtian.

"What about the rest?"

"It should be here soon." Ah Lang seemed to be tired of making noise, so he found a seat and sat down, took out the gourd from his waist and took a few sips.

"Ms. Feng's senior and second senior brothers are late. The Eighth Prince just set out for the Netherworld River and probably won't be able to come."

"Sword Maniac is the same. Last time I heard him say that a new sword cultivator at the Divine Power Realm has emerged, and he is heading there to look for a duel."

"And Xiao Liu'er, she should come... well, if she doesn't pick a fight with anyone."

The Eighth Prince, the Sword Maniac, and Little Liu'er?

Probably not their original names.

So, there are only nine people in the entire Xunwangtian at present?

Chen Yi pondered secretly, and then asked: "This Dharma Assembly does not require everyone to do anything specific, right?"

"Of course not," Qingfeng put away the storage magic tool and said:

"You will know after you attend a few more times that Xun Wangtian's Dharma Assembly does not have too many restrictions. If you have something to do in real life, you can just go and finish it first."

Chen Yi said "oh" and sat next to Alang, waiting quietly.

Not long after, another figure emerged.

——She was wearing a veil on her face, so her features could not be seen clearly, only a pair of light golden eyes were exposed.

It has a slightly thin figure, wears a red dress, and has a faint pure white tail swaying.

"Demon?" Ah Lang's lazy expression condensed, and he looked at the person who came and said, "Feng girl, is she also from Xun Wangtian?"

"Stinky Alang, this is Xiaolan, a half-demon that my senior brother Tianhe invited to join us!"

"Half-demon? Well, that's fine."

Chen Yi looked at the half-demon who concealed his face and secretly raised his eyebrows.

It seemed that he was so focused on putting on the vest that he forgot to disguise himself... His appearance was on the list of geniuses.

What a mistake!
Xiaolan said carefully: "My brothers, my name is Xiaolan, and I am a half-demon from Tianyuan Continent."

She didn't look at Chen Yi, but just observed the three people out of the corner of her eye.

"Sister Xiaolan, don't be afraid,"

Qing Feng walked over carelessly, took her hand and sat down, and said, "They are both good people with ugly faces but kind hearts."

"..."Alang and Chen Yi looked at each other. Are they kind-hearted but ugly?

"Sister Qingfeng," Xiaolan nodded, then looked at them timidly.

After seeing Chen Yi's appearance, her eyes flashed with surprise, mixed with a hint of realization.

Chen Yi looked straight into her eyes, smiled and nodded as a greeting.

"This is Chen Er, the one you've met. The other one is a bad guy..."

Ah Lang interrupted her and said, "Call me Ah Lang."

"That's right, just call him Chou Alang."

"Brother Chen Er, Brother Alang," Xiaolan greeted them obediently one by one.

Ah Lang nodded casually, took a sip of wine and asked, "Where is Tianyuan Continent? Is there such a place in Taizhou Mountain?"

"Fool," Qing Feng said with his head held high, "It's the place that was pressed under Mount Taizhou."

"There?"

Ah Lang was stunned for a moment, then he looked at Xiaolan seriously and asked, "Do you have a swordsman named Li Qingzhou?"

Huh?
Chen Yi raised his eyebrows secretly. He knew his master?
Xiaolan looked at them obscurely, and then said, "Brother Alang, I have indeed heard of this name."

"He is the headmaster of Jianfeng Mountain of Taixu Dao Sect in our area. He is a swordsman with extremely high cultivation."

Chen Yi glanced at her and asked, "How did Brother Alang know this name?"

"You know him too?"

Ah Lang smiled and waved his hands, saying, "Don't get me wrong, that sword maniac mentioned it last time."

"Remember just now when I said he was looking for a newly promoted sword cultivator in the Divine Ability Realm to compete with? He is going to find this Li Qingzhou!"

"Brother Chen... Er is in the Wei Dynasty of Tianyuan Continent, so he should be familiar with Master Li Qingzhou, right?" Xiaolan asked inquiringly.

Seeing that several people were looking over, Chen Yi smiled and nodded: "Not too familiar with each other, I have met a few times before."

As he said that, he and Xiaolan looked at each other, and both cursed in their hearts - what a damn good actor!
"Is the sword maniac also in the supernatural realm?"

Ah Lang looked at him and Xiaolan, a smile flashed in his eyes and said: "No, his swordsmanship is still a little short of the supernatural power realm."

"For this reason, he went to compete with Li Qingzhou in the hope of making a breakthrough."

Is that so?
Chen Yi felt relieved. It seemed necessary to remind his master when returning to Jianfeng Mountain.

Afterwards, several people seemed to have lost interest in speaking.

Qingfeng pulled Xiaolan aside and whispered to each other, while Alang drank the wine in small sips, clicking his tongue constantly.

Chen Yi observed for a moment, then looked at the huge wind column in the distance, thinking secretly.

From the current perspective, except for Zhao Tianhe and his sister, everyone else in Xunwangtian comes from different places.

Even though he and Xiaolan were both in the Tianyuan Continent, they were in the Demon Court and the Wei Dynasty, and there was no intersection between them.

"What is the purpose of establishing such an organization without many rules and restrictions?"

"It's impossible that you are just looking after talented people and nurturing them for free, right?"

it's out of the question!

Regardless of past and present lives, all the organizations that Chen Yi had heard of and seen had clear goals.

Just like "Qianlong" and the Baishen Sect, each has different calculations.

At this time, Zhao Tianhe appeared in the pavilion, smiled and bowed, saying: "Forgive me, I am late."

Qing Feng immediately stepped forward, grabbed his beard and said, "Brother, you are so slow. Weren't you the one who announced that the Dharma Assembly would be held today?"

Zhao Tianhe seemed to be grinning and said, "Little Junior Sister, please stop pulling me. Please save some face for me."

"No matter what, you're late and made me wait for so long, you must compensate me!"

"Pay, pay, brother, pay."

Qing Feng said with a grin, "Since you are so sensible, I will compensate you with a Divine Wandering Realm Blood Core."

Zhao Tianhe's face immediately turned sad, but he still nodded and agreed.

"That's pretty much it."

Afterwards, Zhao Tianhe looked at the people in the pavilion and said, "Do you know them all?"

"Of course, I'll take care of you."

Qing Feng pointed at Chen Yi and said, "The new member Chen Er is very good. He is quick in doing business, unlike Chou A Lang."

"Sister Xiaolan does the same, but her business is not big."

Zhao Tianhe looked at Chen Yi with a little surprise, but did not expose him. He smiled and said:

"Everyone, please wait for a moment. When Senior Brother and the Eighth Prince arrive, today's Dharma Assembly will officially begin."

Chen Yi smiled bitterly to himself, thinking that his vest was shaky and it didn't make much difference whether he had it or not.

"Eighth Prince? Didn't he say that he went to the depths of the Netherworld River?" Qingfeng asked curiously.

"Something unexpected happened," Zhao Tianhe sighed. "Not long after they went deep into the area, they encountered that ship and almost died there."

"Old Eight saw that the situation was not good, so he contacted Senior Brother to rescue him. He has just escaped from the Netherworld River."

A boat on the Nether River?
Chen Yi secretly paid attention and listened to the conversation between them.

"The Eighth Prince's luck is really bad," Ah Lang shook his head and said, "But he is lucky to have escaped from the ferryman."

Qing Feng echoed, "That's right, the Eighth Prince has saved his life, so we don't need to have a feast at Xun Wangtian anymore."

Chen Yi looked at her in surprise. Was this the start of the banquet as he understood it?
Xiaolan asked for him, "Sister Qingfeng, what is the opening of the banquet?"

"It's the etiquette for commemorating the deceased. It's the rule set by my senior brother."

Qing Feng said jokingly, "It is said that the road to the underworld is too lonely and desolate, and the living people have to give them good wine and good food to see them off."

Chen Yi almost spit out a mouthful of water.

Damn, this is how “start the feast” can be understood, right?

Xiaolan nodded, not quite understanding: "Sister Qingfeng, if I die in the future, I hope everyone will eat more when the feast begins."

"Of course, since you are so thin, I will definitely prepare a banquet for you for three days and three nights."

Ah Lang agreed: "Just give me more drinks."

"..."

Chen Yi glanced at Zhao Tianhe and saw that he didn't react. He thought to himself that Xun Wangtian really had a lot of weird rules.

Not long after, two more figures appeared in the pavilion.

However, unlike the previous few people, these two did not turn from virtual to real, but appeared in an instant.

One of them was wearing a grey Taoist robe and had his hair combed neatly into a bun. He looked like a thin old man and had an air of immortality.

The last one was wearing a suit of silver-white armor, was eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and a broad body.

There was a scar on his face that ran diagonally down from the corner of his eyebrow, but it did not spoil his appearance at all. Instead, it made him look even more majestic.

Chen Yi noticed that his pupils were a pair of heterochromatic red and black.

"Eighth Prince, I heard that you managed to escape, congratulations." Qingfeng was the first to step forward and stretched out his hand, saying, "Pay back the money."

Zhao Tianhe quickly pulled her over and said helplessly, "Junior sister, this is not kind. How can you do this to a companion who narrowly escaped death?"

Without waiting for others to agree, he continued, "At least give him a few days."

Chen Yi finally understood why Qingfeng was so obsessed with money. It was all thanks to his senior brother's good teaching!

"You two brothers are really... kind." The Eighth Prince smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "At the next Dharma Assembly, we will repay the previous debt."

"whee."

Qingfeng smiled as if to show that you are very sensible.

At this time, the old Taoist priest looked at Chen Yi and Xiao Lan, waved his hand and said:

"Everyone, please take your seats."

As soon as he finished speaking, a simple square table appeared in front of each person.

On the table was a jar of wine, a plate of peanut-like fruits, a few cakes, and three fairy peaches.

Just like when I first saw Zhao Tianhe in my dream, these things exuded a faint fragrance as soon as they appeared.

Chen Yi took a look and thanked them like the others did.

"I am Zhao Muzi, first of all, I would like to welcome our new companions, Chen Er and Xiao Lan."

As he spoke, the old Taoist priest opened the seal on the wine jar, poured out a bowl, raised it up and said with a smile:

"When you come to Xunwangtian, you are one of us. Let's drink."

Chen Yi poured the wine with a bit of strangeness and drank it like everyone else.

Then, a light curtain appeared.

[At the age of 46, you have already reached the third level of Tianhe Realm and the Divine Power Realm of Sword Dao, and you have received the Qingquan Wine given by the Great Divine Power. ]

[Good luck, counterattack points +10, a jar of Qingquan wine. ]

[Note 1: Since you have not completed your counterattack mission, your counterattack points will be converted into cultivation progress.]

[Note 2: Because you are currently in the "Magic Power·Great Dream Technique", the reward Qingquan Wine has been put into the Xumi Bag. ]

Chen Yi took a look and then looked at the old Taoist priest calmly.

No matter why "Xunwangtian" was founded or what its goals are, Chen Yishen is a member of "Xunwangtian".

dead……

Let’s just start the meal.

Zhao Tianhe smiled and said, "Brother is right. It has been a long time since Xunwangtian has been so lively. There is no need to be restrained."

Qing Feng nodded seriously: "Don't be restrained, we are a family. If you are restrained, I will do business with you."

"..."

Taoist priest Zhao Muzi glared at her and said, "Girl, stop doing business all day long."

Qingfeng pouted her lips but just said "oh" without refutation like she did to Zhao Tianhe before.

"Okay, everyone, tell me about your recent discoveries."

Everyone looked at each other.

Of course Chen Yi didn't say anything. He wanted to observe for a while, then picked up the fruit and started eating.

[At the age of forty-six, you have already reached the third level of Tianhe Realm and the Divine Power Realm of Sword Dao, and you have obtained the white jade lotus seed given by the great divine power. ]

[Good luck, counterattack points +5, a white jade lotus seed. ]

[Note 1: Since you have not completed your counterattack mission, your counterattack points will be converted into cultivation progress.]

[Note 2: Because you are currently in the "Magic Power·Great Dream Technique", the reward Qingquan Wine has been put into the Xumi Bag. ]

【Note 3: White jade lotus seeds are produced by the ten thousand year old lotus platform. Eating them can strengthen the soul.】

Tsk tsk tsk, Chen Yi shook his head secretly.

Now it can be confirmed - even if he dies, he will be the dead of "Xun Wangtian"!

A moment of silence.

Ah Lang spoke first: "I found a secret place near the sea of ​​fire, called 'Red Flame Sky', have you heard of it?"

Zhao Muzi stroked his beard and recalled: "I have indeed heard that it is the land of the ancient fire tribe."

"Originally, the Ancient Fire Clan was a group of spiritual creatures born and raised by nature, with extraordinary talents. However, they provoked a powerful being and were cursed. Since then, they have declined and perished."

"Ah Lang, if you want to go in and explore, you need to prepare something to resist fire, and also be on guard against evil spirits invading your body."

Ah Lang nodded: "I do intend to go deeper into the secret realm, not for those external objects, but to hone myself."

"If the Taoist priest has a suitable fire-controlling weapon, I can buy it."

Zhao Muzi pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "A Void Realm blood core."

"No problem!" Alang agreed immediately.

Afterwards, the two completed the transaction under Chen Yi's watchful eyes.

It was just that the old Taoist priest Zhao Muzi took out two jade talismans and a cloak and gave them to Alang, and Alang wrote a receipt - an IOU!
"..."

Chen Yi looked at the two of them in astonishment, then looked at Qingfeng who looked delighted.

Now, he finally found the root cause of her "obsession with money"!
Then, the Eighth Prince who arrived last said, "Master, I want to know how to deal with the ferryman on the Netherworld River!"

Zhao Muzi glanced at him and said with a smile: "You think too highly of me."

"That being has been wandering on the Netherworld River since time immemorial. How can we just solve it like that?"

"But I have a method to avoid him, do you want it?"

The Eighth Prince nodded heavily: "Thank you, Taoist Priest."

"But that method is not omnipotent. If that ancient being finds out, you will die if you go too deep!"

Chen Yi took note of it silently, feeling somewhat curious.

The Netherworld River, the ferryman…unheard of!

(End of this chapter)