After the cannon fodder sect accepted me as a disciple, all members ascended

Chapter 5 If you can do it, draw one!
"That's impossible...Ziyuan Sect Master broke through the Nascent Soul stage at a young age and reached the Divine Transformation stage at the age of 200."

"Not to mention his attainments in talisman formations, he can be said to be a genius rarely seen in a century. This..."

The middle-aged man came back to his senses from his shock and spoke hesitantly.

Before he could finish, the old man waved his hand.

"Cultivating immortals is cultivating immortals, what does it have to do with his character?!"

Seeing that the middle-aged man still didn't believe it, the old man sat up straight and continued.

"Fellow Daoist, you may not know this kid... oh no, this Zi Yuan, as the sect master, has always personally taken care of the cultivation of all the disciples in the sect."

"But ever since I accepted this little disciple, I have never cared about the inner disciples' cultivation again."

"Every day he focuses on his little apprentice, saying she's not in good health."

"What a joke! If she really wasn't in good health, how could she have surpassed all the inner disciples and gotten the position of his personal disciple?"

"This is simply a lie he made up to cover up his own selfish motives!"

"Ah, I just feel sorry for his eldest disciple."

"His eldest disciple? Didn't they say that Sect Master Ziyuan made an exception and accepted her as a thank you for saving his life?"

The middle-aged man listened with great interest, squatting in front of the stall as he spoke.

He spoke loudly, attracting some monks to stop and listen.

Soon, a lot of people gathered in front of the stall.

When the old man saw this, he pursed his lips and remained silent, never opening his mouth again.

He twirled his beard with one hand and pointed at the sign with the other.

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and took out another two hundred from the mustard seed bag.

Si Nian's eyes were shining, his gaze fixed on the spirit stone, unable to turn away at all.

This money is so easy to make!
She is familiar with this matter!

Maybe she is a supporting character in this book, but in this matter, she is the protagonist!

Just as the middle-aged man was about to put the money in the old man's hand, Si Nian sighed softly.

"Oh, yes, if his eldest disciple had understood earlier, he wouldn't have ended up like this."

The middle-aged man paused, turned away, and asked suspiciously, "What happened? Do you know the inside story?"

Si Nian frowned and nodded regretfully, touching his bald chin.

Sighing.

His eyes fell intentionally or unintentionally on the spiritual herbs in front of him.

Middle-aged man: "...You also sell spiritual herbs and give away insider information?"

Seeing that the money he had just received was about to be gone, the old man angrily said, "You little brat! I don't know where you heard this from!"

"Fellow Daoist! You must think carefully! Two hundred mid-grade spirit stones is a lot of money!"

Si Nianlian said: "It only costs one hundred mid-grade spirit stones. Don't worry, this is first-hand information, absolutely authentic!"

Her eyes were narrowed into two crescent shapes, and there was a gleam of light in the slits of her eyes.

He looked exactly like the old man just now.

When the middle-aged man heard this, he gave him a 50% discount!
The hand that was handing over the money suddenly turned.

Si Nian received the money and felt the heaviness in his hands, but his heart finally felt relaxed and happy!
He put the money into the lining of his clothes and then wiped the corners of his dry eyes.

He sighed seriously, "All of this... starts with the Lingxi grass."

……

"This is outrageous! This is too much!" After hearing the whole story, the middle-aged man was so angry that he stuck the sword behind him into the ground.

Si Nian watched as a crack suddenly appeared in front of his stall.

Silently moved back.

"Just because his youngest disciple complained that practicing was too tiring, the second disciple injured his eldest disciple with a single palm strike?!"

"As the sect leader, Zi Yuan not only doesn't uphold justice, but he actually stole his eldest disciple's life-saving spiritual herb just to give it to that lively little disciple?!"

"This is so unfair... There's no justice in this entire sect! No wonder his eldest disciple couldn't stay as his direct disciple."

"I won't go to a sect like this!"

As he spoke these words, the people who were watching him nod their heads. Some agreed, while others naturally doubted it.

"Who told you this? Do you have any evidence?"

Si Nian pointed at the spiritual herbs in front of him, and someone in the crowd exclaimed.

"These... these are all spiritual herbs from the small secret realm. They are rare in the entire continent!"

Si Nian nodded, feeling deeply distressed: "I just heard it from a friend. I was selling these spiritual herbs for my friend."

"As for who this friend is... I won't say more..."

For a moment, everyone fell silent.

Obviously, even if she didn't say it, everyone understood.

"Hey, when a sect recruits new disciples, it's inevitable to have a competition. Anyway, this spiritual herb can also heal injuries, so I'll... take another one."

The middle-aged man took out another hundred yuan from his pocket with a heavy heart, and Si Nian quickly took it.

He even said, "What a kind-hearted person! If my friends knew, they would definitely be impressed that there are still many kind-hearted people in this world."

"Then... I won't be depressed every day..."

Si Nian's voice became smaller and smaller, he frowned and lowered his eyes, but his eyes glanced to the side from time to time.

"Then I'll buy one too!" The middle-aged man was the first to show kindness.

Hearing Si Nian say this again, the people around him immediately echoed him.

"Yeah, I'll buy one too!"

"I also……"

"Collect the money! Collect mine first!"

"Go line up at the back! I'm standing here first, so take my money first!"

The old man crossed his arms and squinted his eyes with a cold face as he looked at Si Nian, who was pretending to be heartbroken but was actually cramping in his hands from collecting money.

After the crowd in front of him faded away, he snorted coldly.

"Oh, I let you sit next to me because you're a little girl, but you're here to steal my job? You're even more talkative than me."

"You know a lot. Do you understand the rules here?"

Si Nian's cheerful mouth twitched, and he looked at the old man timidly.

Seeing him looking at her coldly, she thought about how this old man looked insignificant, but was so well-informed about gossip.

The fact that he was expelled from the sect just happened yesterday, but he actually found out about it today!
Who knows, maybe there really is a backer?

Thinking that he might have to set up a stall again in the future, Si Nian gritted his teeth and took out the spirit stones from his pocket.

He brought it to the old man with a smile and said, "I dare not, I dare not, please tell me."

The old man was not polite either. He glanced at the spirit stones with a squint, waved his hand, and put them all into his pocket.

"Those selling spiritual herbs should go to the spiritual medicine shop in front. Don't blame me for not reminding you, spiritual herbs are under the supervision of a dedicated person. If you sell them here, be careful that someone will sue you!"

There are actually urban management officers here?

Luckily, I sold it out!
"Then...what if I sell talismans like you?" Si Nian asked cautiously.

The old man looked her up and down, his eyes narrowed, "Are you a talisman master?"

"Not yet."

"Then why are you asking about the chicken feathers?" The old man waved his hand with disdain.

Si Nian saw that she was giving him money and greeting him with a smile, but she was still annoyed by his contemptuous look.

He whispered, "If you can be one, why can't I be one?"

"What did you say?" The old man's eyes widened, as if he had been greatly insulted.

Si Nian rolled his eyes as he thought of the old man's boasting. "How difficult is it to draw a talisman? If you can do it, why can't I?"

Besides, they are some low-level talismans!
Some of them are the basics for entering a sect. The original owner also learned some of them when he was in Lingxiao Sect!

Isn't it because he relies on gossip to attract customers that he's doing so well here?!
The old man looked at Si Nian with an expression as unfazed as a dead pig, and laughed out of anger.

Pointing at her, he said, "Okay, okay, if you can, draw one for me! Just follow the talisman I put here! Do you dare to draw one?"

“Just draw it!”

(End of this chapter)