The Azure Dragon egg was originally a divine beast of the Immortal Realm, so it adapted well to the Shengsheng Bead. Wen Jingshu carefully moved Suyao and Xuanzhi into the Shengsheng Bead. She found that although they felt a bit uncomfortable, it wasn't fatal, so she decided to let them adapt inside. Before long, the two beasts fell straight into a deep sleep.
Spirit beasts had strong adaptability. Exposing them to immortal qi ahead of time might even bring unexpected surprises.
Last time, because the Shengsheng Bead devoured the space of the Boundary-Breaking Bead, everything originally inside the Shengsheng Bead had been reduced to ashes. Now that the Shengsheng Bead's space was stable, Wen Jingshu still chose to store her precious treasures inside it.
Seeing that the immortal tower was empty anyway, she might as well put her treasures inside.
Only when she started putting things in did Wen Jingshu realize she didn't actually have many good treasures...
High-grade spiritual plants and pills above the Seventh Grade were placed into the Shengsheng Bead.
The rest of the common spirit stones, pills, talismans, formation plates, spiritual tools, magic tools, and the Qingshuang Tripod were placed into the Yunling Bracelet.
The spiritual plants were all planted in the herb garden Wen Jingshu had set aside inside the Shengsheng Bead, protected by isolation formation plates and life-nurturing formation plates.
Compared to when she first arrived at the Qingyun Sect, her assets had shrunk by three-quarters!
The sudden upgrade of the Shengsheng Bead truly made her love and hate it at the same time.
To be safe, Wen Jingshu concealed the Yunling Bracelet and wore a storage ring on her hand, which also contained some spirit stones and pills to act as a cover.
As for Thousand Faces, it was kept on Wen Jingshu's face as usual. The small round bell, the immortal artifact Sui Qi had given her, was hung directly on her waist as an ornament after she refined it.
Having sorted all of this out, Wen Jingshu finally emerged from secluded cultivation.
“Young Mistress, this is what the people from the auction sent over.”
Wen Jingshu took the storage bag and swept her divine sense over it. She found that she had received more auction items than expected, spent fewer spirit stones, and there was even a Fusheng Auction House VIP token in the corner.
Wen Jingshu put the things away and stayed on Misty Peak for another two days before deciding to leave.
“Where is the Young Mistress going? Why don't we escort you?”
Wen Jingshu could not help but feel speechless as she looked at the worried Li Xunzhi.
She was a cultivator. If she didn't go out to temper herself alone, when would she ever grow up?
“Uncle Li, I'm just planning to stroll back to the Qingyun Sect while sightseeing along the way. I'm not going anywhere dangerous.”
“Besides, I have plenty of life-saving talismans on me, as well as the Thousand Faces my sister gave me. If I can't win, I'll fake my death and flee. If I can't escape, I'll call Uncle Zhang!”
One of Wen Shuyi's Dao protectors, Zhang Moheng, had comprehended the laws of space. Although he was only at the Mahayana Stage, he could tear through space and reach his destination instantly.
Under normal circumstances, as long as Wen Jingshu did not go and blow up the forbidden grounds of great families or major sects, a Mahayana Stage cultivator stepping in was enough to resolve any trouble.
Li Xunzhi naturally knew Wen Jingshu had many life-saving items, but he still felt a bit uneasy.
Wen Jingshu had just turned nine! Ordinary nine-year-old cultivators were still struggling with their basic cultivation.
Although her actual strength had reached the mid stage of Foundation Establishment, she had no real combat experience!
Their innocent and kind Young Mistress probably hadn't even killed a chicken yet, right?
If the talisman cultivator Wen Jingshu knew what they were thinking, she would only offer an awkward smile.
My dear friends, the number of lives I've taken is at least eight hundred, if not a thousand.
She only looked like a little girl on the outside; in reality, she was a seasoned veteran.
Don't ask. If you must ask, it was because the children of the poor ran the household early, and low-level cultivators grew up fast.
In the end, they still could not sway Wen Jingshu and could only watch her depart.
Along the way, Wen Jingshu could still hear various discussions about the auction.
People were saying that the Four Great Sects and Eight Great Families had sent representatives to bid on the Azure Dragon egg. During those few days, Yundan City had been bustling with activity, and many rumored geniuses had appeared there together. This unprecedentedly grand occasion could easily be written into the history books of Yundan City!
In the end, just as they were all prepared to make massive bids, they only found out on the final day that the Azure Dragon egg had been bartered away.
The rules of the Fusheng Auction House had always been this way, and the seller had explicitly stated that pills would be prioritized. Although those factions felt they had been played, there was nothing they could do about it and could only swallow their anger.
Wen Jingshu listened to the gossip with great interest for half a day before finally leaving Yundan City.
Counting it up, it had been nearly four years since she arrived in the Eastern Azure Continent, and this was her first time traveling alone.
Wen Jingshu disguised herself as a fair-skinned male cultivator—gentle, casual, and always smiling. Holding a folding fan, she looked exactly like a scholar out of a storybook.
Wen Jingshu did not ride a flying magic tool, choosing instead to fly on a sword like an ordinary cultivator.
Having not traveled in such a taxing manner for a long time, Wen Jingshu flew on her sword for a while and actually found it quite amusing.
Is this what it feels like for a second-generation cultivator to experience the life of a low-level cultivator?
Not going to lie, it's pretty great.
As soon as Wen Jingshu flew to Jiangyuan Valley, she switched to walking.
Although Jiangyuan Valley was called a valley, it was actually a massive forest that lay right across the path one had to take from the Pill Sect to the Qingyun Sect.
Here, ancient trees towered into the sky, their gnarled branches blocking out the sunlight. A thin mist that never dispersed clung to the forest year-round, carrying the damp scent of decaying leaves. The surroundings were dead silent, save for the rustling of wind passing through the leaves, hiding endless dangers and opportunities. It was the perfect training ground for cultivators.
However, with her current cultivation base, as long as she did not rely on external forces, she could still wander around the outer perimeter.
The fair-skinned male cultivator swapped her fan for a sword. She did not conceal her spiritual energy, instead swaggering straight into Jiangyuan Valley.
Along the way, she plucked any spiritual plant she saw and fought any demon beast she encountered. Stopping and starting as she went, she harvested quite a lot of... trash.
She looked down on low-grade spiritual plants, and she looked down even more on the corpses of low-grade demon beasts.
These things, which were highly valuable to low-level cultivators, now seemed to her like nothing more than a pile of barely usable junk.
Just as she was contemplating whether to venture deeper, Wen Jingshu ran into some acquaintances.
At this moment, Fu Sinian was fighting a striped tiger, while Yun Xiange was clutching her arm, standing to the side in an anxious fret.
“Senior Brother, you're heavily injured and can't beat it! Let's find an opportunity to run!”
Hearing Yun Xiange's words, Fu Sinian smiled bitterly in his heart. Was this really a matter of whether they wanted to leave? It was a question of whether they even could.
The man and the demon beast clashed for another half-incense stick of time before Fu Sinian said with difficulty:
“Junior Sister, do you have any talismans left? Any talisman will do, hurry and throw a few at it!”
Following his words, Yun Xiange frantically threw all her remaining talismans over.
In an instant, crackles, pops, and thick smoke erupted all around the demon beast. Finally, there was even a Stinky Fart Talisman. Seizing the moment while the demon beast was dazed by the explosions, Fu Sinian grabbed Yun Xiange and fled.
As the two were fleeing, they saw Wen Jingshu still standing there “dazed.” Without a second thought, Yun Xiange grabbed her and ran together.
Wen Jingshu was caught off guard and actually let her succeed.
Along the way, Wen Jingshu looked at Yun Xiange holding her hand and fell silent.
Why is this little Senior Sister of mine more concerned about a strange cultivator than she is about me?
Could there be some deep grudge between us?
But that shouldn't be the case.
Leaving aside the fact that she had joined the Qingyun Sect under a pseudonym, she was only nine years old right now. Who could she possibly have a grudge with?
Yun Xiange's hostility toward her had always been completely baffling.
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