Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 35 Counting Harvest
Outside Lingxiao Palace.

The elders held a meeting, which lasted only half a day, before dispersing.

Xu Ziqing was the last person to walk out of the hall.

He was the only disciple of Chen Linyuan, the sect leader of Dongyuan Sect. After the meeting, he had some private conversations with the sect leader, so he left the main hall later than the other elders.

"..."

Xu Ziqing seemed to sense something and looked to his side.

Qin Xijun was leaning against the steps outside the hall, looking at him with a smile.

"What brings you here, Elder Qin?"

"Oh, Elder Xu, don't be so formal. I'm your guide, after all... Your attitude is terrible."

"You dumped all these messy affairs of the elders on me, your true disciple, and you still have the nerve to say that?"

Xu Ziqing flicked his sleeves and walked straight down the mountain.

but.

He wasn't in a hurry to leave on his sword.

"Hehehe, what can I do? You know what I'm capable of, none of them are as reliable as you, right..."

Qin Xijun followed and walked alongside him.

"Don't give me that... Just tell me, what's the matter this time?"

"Look at you, what are you saying? Can't I come and chat with you even if there's nothing wrong?"

"To show hospitality for nothing is to be either an adulterer or a thief."

"You've really misunderstood me. I've come here to thank you."

Xu Ziqing paused, his expression suspicious: "Thank me... thank you for what?"

"Thanks for standing up for that kid."

"Help whom?"

Xu Ziqing had no recollection of ever helping anyone.

"That outer disciple, Song Yesheng."

"..."

Xu Ziqing pondered for a moment, then waved his hand: "My helping him today has nothing to do with you or him."

"What does his life or death have to do with me, a mere outer disciple?"

"If that's the case, then there's nothing to thank me for. You should thank your master... thank the sect leader for his help."

"You know very well what my purpose is."

Xu Ziqing lost interest in the conversation, waved his hand, and summoned his flying sword.

His tone was neither warm nor cold, showing no emotion.

"I don't want anyone to live..."

"I only want the Xuan Yuan Sect to die."

……

The events that occurred in Jiran Valley made Song Yesheng's name the focus of attention throughout the Dongyuan Sect for quite some time.

However, the matter is now over, and the protagonist at the center of the incident has also fallen from grace, so the story will soon be over.

In the world of cultivation, a drop in cultivation level means many things.

The most important point is that even if one can rebuild their spiritual power, the time lost in the process is enough to destroy the mindset of an ordinary cultivator.

Everyone tacitly agreed on one thing.

That outer disciple named "Song Yesheng" probably has no hope of reaching the Foundation Establishment stage in this lifetime.

However, Song Yan was unaware of these things.

All he knew was that he could finally return to his cave.

When I left, how could I have foreseen that so many things would happen?

Now, returning to my cave dwelling...

Song Yan sighed softly.

“It feels like a lifetime ago.”

With the matter of Jiran Valley settled, my tense body and mind, which had been strained for days, suddenly relaxed.

A deep sense of weariness, combined with the injuries to his body that were not yet fully healed, surged towards him.

Without resistance, Song Yan fell asleep immediately.

A good night's sleep.

The next day, when the sun was high in the sky, Xiao He touched his nose with her cool snake tongue, and he slowly woke up.

After bathing and changing clothes in the cave, he felt refreshed and invigorated.

He sat cross-legged on the stone bed, circulated his Qi-condensing scroll, and completed several cycles of Qi circulation, thus finishing his basic cultivation for the day before slowly concluding his practice.

With his mind at peace, Song Yan probed his spiritual energy into his Qiankun bag and began to take stock of his gains from the trip.

To be fair, although he didn't bring those two Qiankun bags back, Song Yan was really quite fond of Wang Xi's Qiankun bag when he saw it.

He still remembered that Qiankun bag, jet black with gold trim, exquisitely crafted.

I don't know where it was custom-made.

Set aside your thoughts and tidy up your belongings.

Despite his efforts to calm himself down, Song Yan still felt a bit breathless when he saw the pile of items belonging to Wang Xi.

"ten……"

"twenty……"

"..."

"One hundred and thirty...one hundred and thirty-six spirit stones!"

With Song Yan's current spiritual strength, he could actually know the exact number with just a glance, but this penniless man just loved the feeling of counting the spirit stones one by one.

Song Yan knew that this was actually not much.

After all, Wang Xi's cultivation also requires a lot of resources.

Unless you're a merchant in the cultivation world, no one would hoard a huge number of spirit stones in their Qiankun bag; they would have exchanged them for cultivation resources long ago.

But for Song Yan, it was unclear how long it would take to accumulate those 136 spirit stones.

Song Yan had already squandered all of his original spirit stones, leaving only four scattered spirit stones.

Now, after consolidating Wan Songran's collection, they actually possess 165 spirit stones!
"huge sum of money!"

Forcibly suppressing her joy, Song Yan continued the inventory.

Aside from the spirit stones he cared about most, the bulk of his money went to magical artifacts, pills, and talismans.

The two of them possessed a total of five magical artifacts, two of which were offensive. One was an earthen-yellow flying sword belonging to Wang Xi, but for some reason it wasn't used that day.

Perhaps it's because its power is inferior to that small golden seal artifact called "Mountain-Suppressing Seal".

Speaking of this, Song Yan felt a pang of heartache again.

"pity……"

When Wang Xi was killed that day, the seal fell into the shattered, upside-down hill and disappeared without a trace. It was never seen in Wan Songran's Qiankun bag afterward, so it must have sunk into the muddy swamp.

"Although I have now decided to take the pure path of sword cultivation and will not need these magical artifacts, I can still sell them for spirit stones no matter what."

There was no other way; Song Yan was terrified of being poor.

He now has an extraordinary obsession with spirit stones.

Another offensive magical artifact is a long whip, which belongs to Wan Songran.

"If it weren't for that strange short flute... would the Wan family of Western Chu be using whips to control their spirit beasts?"

Song Yan harbored malicious suspicions and muttered to himself.

That's too primitive.

He set it aside and took out the only defensive magic artifact among these magical artifacts.

A triangular amulet made of jade.

Song Yan often saw this type of amulet in Lingyuanze Market. Such items are very common in the cultivation world of Chu.

Its effect is also very simple: it can withstand three attacks from a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator.

These defensive magical artifacts usually take effect automatically once activated, without requiring cultivators to exert any effort in manipulating them.

This belonged to Wang Xi, but unfortunately, due to his arrogance, he did not activate or use it at the time.

Perhaps by the time Wan Songran used that Yi Wood Severing Spirit Talisman, it was already too late.

This is something Song Yan can use herself, so of course she won't sell it.

The last two items were things Song Yan had never seen before, and he planned to have them appraised by Granny Qin later.

The other item is this red and black flute.

Song Yan held it in his hand and played with it, recalling the scene when Wan Songran played this strange flute and affected the mind of the demon beast.

"What a strange flute."

He used his spiritual power to thoroughly clean the Taotie flute...

Originally, Song Yan planned to sell the flute anonymously at the next auction in Lingyuanze Night Market as a "precious treasure" in exchange for spirit stones.

But now he is hesitant.

He seemed to have heard or seen descriptions of similar magical artifacts somewhere...

"what……"

After thinking for a moment, Song Yan raised an eyebrow and remembered.

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