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Chapter 175 Spiritual Artifacts
"You have no idea how hard our cultivation has been without your lectures!"

Clinging to Shen Baisu's leg, a burly man from Changyang, weighing 176 pounds, cried like a 250-pound fat man.

Shen Baisu looked down at Changyang, whose face was streaked with tears, and then at Fengyin, who had turned to look at her. Her eyes were full of questions.

Even now, she still can't remember who this guy clinging to her is, but from his words, Shen Baisu knows his identity.

He is undoubtedly a disciple of the Wuji Sect.

Because in the cultivation world, she had only taught the disciples of the Wuji Sect.

Meeting Shen Baisu's questioning gaze, Feng Yin said directly, "His name is Changyang, and he is an inner disciple of the Weapon Refining Peak."

Upon hearing this, Shen Baisu nodded in understanding.

She had never heard of the name Changyang before, but that was normal. The Wuji Sect had at least a thousand or tens of thousands of inner disciples, and she didn't know any of them except for those she frequently interacted with.

After learning Changyang's identity and Daoist name, Shen Baisu silently withdrew her thigh.

"Um, please get up first, I have some questions for you."

Upon hearing this, Changyang immediately stood up. He wiped away his tears and then looked at Shen Baisu with the same expression as a big dog waiting to be fed.

Shen Baisu: "How did you get here? What happened before you came here?"

Changyang was slightly surprised. "Senior Sister Changsu, you're asking about this too? Senior Sister Changyin already asked me about it earlier."

Although Changyang said this, he still repeated what he had just told Fengyin to Shen Baisu.

Feng Yin didn't stop him. Anyway, even if he didn't say it, she would have repeated it to her junior sister anyway.

The thought of having to say so much made Feng Yin feel annoyed, so she didn't interrupt Chang Yang.

After listening to Changyang's story, Shen Baisu had many doubts. Like Feng Yin, she also noticed that the timing was off.

why?

As Shen Baisu was puzzled, Feng Yin walked over, hooked her arm around Shen Baisu's neck, and said, "You've noticed the problem too, haven't you?"

Shen Baisu nodded.

“There are definitely two people whose memories are wrong.” Feng Yin said, stroking his chin, and said seriously, “I suspect that someone has tampered with Changyang and Muye’s memories.”

Beside him, Changyang, having overheard his words, asked directly, "Why wasn't it you and Senior Brother Changyu whose memories were altered?"

Even now, Changyang still remembers the meteorite disaster. He experienced it firsthand, and the feeling of being hit by a meteorite, the pain that struck his soul, still makes him feel a little scared when he thinks about it.

He didn't realize that his memories had been altered.

Upon hearing Changyang's words, Fengyin slapped him on the head. "Are you stupid? My senior brother and I are both Mahayana cultivators. How could our memories be so easily altered?"

Changyang: "..."

That makes some sense.

So, is there something wrong with his memory?
Seeing that Changyang remained silent, Fengyin became even more certain and said, "It must be that your and Muye's memories have been altered."

"It's alright. Your cultivation levels are still low, so it's not surprising that your memories have been altered."

"Keep cultivating diligently. Once your cultivation level is high enough, no one will be able to tamper with it. Moreover, once you two reach the Mahayana stage, the tampered memories will be restored."

Changyang: "..."

Mahayana period?
Senior sister, you really think highly of me. With my aptitude, when will I ever be able to cultivate to the Mahayana stage?

"Mahayana stage, Miss Feng, have you already reached the Mahayana stage? Is it possible to ascend to the Mahayana stage after advancing one more time?"

Nearby, Xia Anhe, who had been secretly eavesdropping on the three's conversation for a long time, couldn't help but speak up. She looked intently at Feng Yin, waiting for her answer.

Feng Yin looked at Xia Anhe and nodded to her.

Xia Anhe: ! I'm so envious!

Mahayana stage? How did you cultivate to that stage? You're so young to have reached Mahayana stage?
Thinking of this, Xia Anhe suddenly remembered something and asked Feng Yin, "Excuse me, how old is Miss Feng this year?"

Feng Yin tilted her head and thought for a moment, then shook her head. "I don't know, but it should be over three hundred years old."

Xia Anhe: !

"You...then you must have been born during the Qing Dynasty?"

Feng Yin: "No, not at all."

She wasn't even born yet.

After hearing Feng Yin's words, Xia Anhe suddenly remembered the conversation between Shen Baisu and the other two. Yes, Xia Anhe learned a lot from their conversation.

The three of them seem to have traveled through time.

They came from a place called the Cultivation Continent. Shen Baisu and Changyang seem to have transmigrated through their souls, while Feng Yin should have been inhabited by a body.

Fortunately, Xia Anhe had already witnessed enough fantastical things before this, so when she learned that the three might be time travelers, she didn't find it hard to accept... or so she thought.

She found it hard to believe, absolutely unacceptable.

They didn't even dare to ask.

But now, it seems the facts are already laid bare.

Xia Anhe fell silent again. Seeing that she didn't ask any more questions, Changyin pulled Shen Baisu to see her masterpiece.

"So you can forge weapons here too. Although the materials are a bit lacking, you can still forge simple spiritual weapons." Feng Yin said, picking up her masterpiece and handing it to Shen Baisu.

It is a dagger. On the surface, it looks no different from an ordinary dagger, but in reality, it is a magical weapon.

It is very lethal.

Even when used by ordinary people, it can exert tremendous power.

Shen Baisu was brandishing the dagger when Xia Anhe eagerly approached, "Um, do you know what this is?"

Shen Baisu: "It's a low-level spiritual artifact."

As Shen Baisu spoke, he casually picked up a kitchen knife from the side and then used the dagger to slash at the knife.

"bass--"

With a short, sharp sound, the cleaver broke in two, and the half that wasn't being held fell directly to the ground.

Shen Baisu: "Look, it can cut iron like mud."

Xia Anhe: !

What a sharp dagger! I want it!
Under Xia Anhe's intense gaze, Shen Baisu put the remaining half of the kitchen knife back and then walked out the door.

Upon seeing this, Xia Anhe immediately followed in her footsteps.

Shen Baisu twirled the dagger in his hand and then threw it away.

Xia Anhe's gaze followed the dagger closely as it flew into a rock.

Yes, it flew in, creating a crack in the rock, and the dagger was completely hidden inside.

Xia Anhe stared wide-eyed at the stone that was slowly splitting in two, his mouth unconsciously growing wider and wider.

Xia Anhe only shut her mouth when Shen Baisu reached out and beckoned the dagger back. She then turned her gaze to the dagger in Shen Baisu's hand and asked, "Miss Shen, is this dagger for sale?"

Xia An stared longingly at the dagger in Shen Baisu's hand, his eyes filled with "I want it, I want it."

Seeing this, Shen Baisu turned to look at Feng Yin and asked her what she thought.