After waiting for Han Tian to leave, Wutan made a cup of tea, spat lightly, feeling like there was something stuck in his throat, hard to swallow.
He didn't know if this decision was the right one, but if he didn't do it, he would feel very uncomfortable, feeling sorry for his grandfather, sorry for his fellow villagers, and sorry for the village that was reduced to ashes.
After a while, he sighed, dispersed his distracting thoughts, and grabbed the little guy. Three thousand essences is not a small amount, it is a great fortune. Before, he was still worried about the essence needed to break through the Great Accomplishment Stage, but now it is more than enough.
"Quack!" the little fellow cried, and held the mustard bag tightly in his arms, refusing to give it to the baby no matter what.
This time, Wutan did not do as it wished and took it away by force.
The little guy refused to give in. He bared his teeth, showed his claws, and scratched desperately, as if he would not give up until he achieved his goal.
“Don’t move. What’s the use of taking it? There were so many left last time, but I didn’t see you refining or practicing it.” Wutan said angrily.
The little guy looked at him dryly, rubbing his eyes hard with his paws, and forcing a few tears out, pretending to be pitiful.
How could Wu Tian be fooled? He grabbed it and threw it out of the window. He had been fascinated by the mustard bag when he had heard about it before. Now it was right in front of him, so he couldn't let the little guy ruin it.
"Roar!!!"
The little guy was angry. He couldn't do anything to Wutan, but the lake had lost its tranquility. The monsters in the water kept roaring angrily, and finally turned into wailing.
"What are you making so much noise for? Do people still want to sleep?" someone in the attic cursed.
"boom!"
The little guy didn't care and continued to do what he wanted until he had vented his anger before letting those poor beasts go. He returned to his room angrily, without even looking at Wu Tian, and jumped into Shi Shi's room and went to sleep.
Wutan ignored him. He sat on the bed, staring at the mustard bag, wondering how such a small bag could hold several cubic meters of items. It was really incredible!
In fact, only people like him, who have lived in rural villages since childhood and have never seen the world, would make such a fuss. Mustard seed bags are the most common in the sect. Anyone who can be called a master of refining can make one. Basically everyone has one, otherwise Han Tian would not give it to him so casually.
After studying for a while, Wutan finally figured out how to operate it. He could use a trace of thought to blend in and load items.
He tried it several times, nodded with satisfaction, tied it around his waist, and then thought carefully about what would happen next so that he could prepare for it. He couldn't be careless this time, otherwise his life would be in danger.
The next day.
The sun rises and the sky is filled with red clouds.
There were already people sitting cross-legged by the lake, absorbing the vitality, tempering their bones, training their bodies, and removing the dirt. Their bodies were glowing, sparkling and dazzling, and their aura was overwhelming!
In the open space at the entrance of Tianzi Building No. 9, Wutan, dressed in white, moved his feet slowly and waved his arms gently. Sometimes his fists burst out with power and sometimes there was thunderous applause. He was practicing the Secret War Mystic Code.
After practicing early in the morning, his movements became more and more fluent, punching, kicking, palming, and fingering, all in good shape. The people sitting cross-legged around him would occasionally glance at him with envy.
The battle yesterday seemed to have just happened, and their memories were still fresh. They all agreed that Wu Tian was the descendant of the God of War Sikong Lie. The descendant of the ancient God of War, just based on this identity, was enough to look down on his peers in the world.
This kind of opportunity is hard to come by, and they are a little jealous.
"Haha, brother Gu Yi, you get up so early to practice, you are really hardworking!" The door of Building No. 8 was opened, and Han Tian, dressed in purple, walked out with a smile.
In order not to affect the plan, we have to call Wu Tian by his pseudonym during this period.
"boom!"
Wutan took a step forward and punched out with such powerful force that the soil exploded and gravel flew everywhere, leaving a deep pit of half a meter on the ground. It was truly astonishing!
Han Tian waved his hand to resist the power of the fist. His feet seemed to be rooted in the ground and he did not move a step. He joked: "Brother, you give me a big gift so early in the morning. I will not be polite."
Before he finished speaking, Wutan's gesture changed, his fist loosened, and a gentle force rushed out from his palm.
Han Tian's smile froze, he staggered and retreated frantically. With a "bang", he stomped his foot deep into the mud before he could barely steady himself.
"Use softness to overcome hardness, brother Gu Yi, please teach me." His eyes were shining, and the fighting spirit in his body was rapidly rising, ready for a fight.
“Brother, you want to fight again, and you, you bad guy, don’t bully my brother anymore.”
At this time, the little girl came out with sleepy eyes. When she saw the two men ready to attack, she immediately started to accuse them.
Han Tian was stunned, pointed at his nose and said, "I am a bad guy? Little sister, don't make a mistake. It was your brother who bullied me yesterday and chased me and beat me. Everyone saw it."
"You deserve it. Who told you to throw me into the lake? Humph!" Shishi made a face and wrinkled her little nose. She looked smart, cute and lovable.
Han Tian patted his forehead and said, "Oh my God, this is such a great era and you still hold a grudge. It's true that you will get like your brother, like your sister."
"It just happened yesterday." The little girl corrected, then raised her little head and said, "Brother, didn't you say you would play with me today? Let's go shopping, okay?"
"Shopping is my favorite thing. Big brother, can you go with me?"
"No, I just want my brother to accompany me." The little girl said so, her voice clear and sweet like a lark.
Han Tian said sadly: "Oh, I wanted to take you to find something fun, but since you don't appreciate it, forget it."
"Well, go and have fun by yourself!" The little girl really didn't appreciate it at all.
Wutan shook his head and pulled the little girl into the room. The little girl was still sulking on the bed. When she saw him come in, she pulled the quilt over her eyes, thinking out of sight, out of mind.
Shishi said: "Xiaoyi, get up, my brother promised to go shopping with me!"
Before Xiaoyi got up, the little guy came out with a whoosh. It jumped onto Shishi's shoulder, crying and gesturing with its claws, meaning, "I want to go too." Then it glared at Wutian, raising its little claws, looking ferocious, as if it wanted to eat him.
After a simple tidying up, the two men and two animals walked out of the room and headed towards the outer courtyard. The little girl looked here and touched there along the way, chattering non-stop.
As the day for Yanzong to recruit disciples drew near, Tieshi Town became more and more lively, with the streets crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder and full of noise.
"Old man, I'm here again." The little girl greeted with a smile when the two passed by the stall that sold trinkets a few days ago.
"My lovely little friend, I haven't seen you for a few days. You've grown taller. Just pick out what you like and I'll give it to you for free." The vendor still remembered Shishi and smiled, wanting to give her something.
"No need, old man!"
The little girl was like an elf, attracting a lot of attention and everyone praised her for being cute.
After saying goodbye to the vendors, they strolled along the street. Suddenly, they heard a commotion ahead and the place was crowded with people. They walked over curiously.
"Brothers and friends, don't miss it if you pass by. We have elixirs, phoenix feathers and dragon blood, scale meat and mink fur. There is everything you can think of. There is nothing you can't buy..."
There was constant shouting inside.
"A panacea?"
Wu Tian was surprised and rushed into the crowd with the little girl. When he squeezed to the front, he saw a Taoist priest with a big belly, fat head and big ears standing in front of a stall in the middle, shouting constantly. Behind him was a white flag with three big red characters "Baibaotan" written on it.
When the fat Taoist saw Wu Tian, his eyes gleamed with thieves. He picked up a worn-out porcelain jar from the ground, came closer and said, "My little brother, you have a full forehead and a strong body. You must be a cultivator. How about a jar of dragon blood? This is precious blood that nourishes the kidneys and replenishes yang, and strengthens the body and spirit."
"Precious blood? I think it's more like pig's blood." Someone nearby immediately started to make a fuss.
"Young man, don't be fooled. This unscrupulous Taoist priest only cheats children like you." Someone advised.
The fat Taoist said with a dark face: "Go away, if you don't want to buy, stay aside."
"Little brother, don't listen to their nonsense. My treasure stall has been established for a hundred years. The goods have always been genuine and the prices are fair. If you don't believe me, you can go and ask around." The fat Taoist patted his chest and said confidently, but no one in the crowd recognized him.
Wutan lowered his head and smelled it, a strong smell of blood hit his nose. His face looked weird and he couldn't help but want to laugh. The blood in here was really real pig blood.
"Ahem, turns out I met an expert."
The fat Taoist priest coughed dryly and threw away the porcelain jar. With a bang, the jar that was said to be dragon's blood a moment ago was smashed to pieces, and the blood dyed the ground red.
He then picked up a golden feather and said, "Little brother, this is a phoenix divine feather that is rarely seen in a thousand years. This time, I did not lie to you. It is absolutely worthy of its name."
Wu Tian took the feather and looked at it carefully. Isn't this a canary feather? Before he could say anything, the little girl said, "Brother, Daddy said that the phoenix is very big, but this feather is so small!"
"Little sister, phoenixes also come in different sizes, right? Your father was talking about a big phoenix, and this divine feather was plucked from a newly born little phoenix. It's absolutely genuine. Look at your uncle, he's so simple and honest, does he look like he's lying to you?"
Shishi raised her little head and said, "My daddy also said that the phoenix is red and yours is golden. He also said that he didn't lie to me. Do you think that a child like me is easy to fool?"
"Haha, you unscrupulous Taoist priest, you are so embarrassed now. Even a child can recognize that you are a liar. You are plucking phoenix feathers, but it seems you are plucking sparrow feathers. Hurry up and pack up and leave as soon as possible. Don't continue to embarrass yourself." The crowd of onlookers burst into laughter.
The fat Taoist priest's chubby face was covered in blue and red, looking extremely ugly.
"Who said I don't have any real treasures?" He took out a small bag from his arms, but he was a little hesitant and indecisive.
Wutan's pupils contracted. He sensed a strange energy from the small bag in the Wuliang Taoist's hand. To be more precise, it was the things in the bag. It was very weak.
"Unscrupulous Taoist priest, why don't you give up? Stop treating trash as treasure again, haha!" someone teased.
The fat Taoist gritted his teeth and did not take it out. He asked directly: "Little brother, there is no need to open it. Do you dare to exchange it for one thousand essences? If you dare, this thing is yours."
"One thousand essences! Are you crazy, unscrupulous Taoist priest? You ask for a huge amount without even letting anyone see it. Do you think people are fools?" The crowd was in an uproar. They all felt that the unscrupulous Taoist priest's behavior was a bit unreasonable, unreliable, and very bastard-like.
Wutan frowned slightly. To be honest, he was not sure whether the thing inside was definitely a treasure, but this strange energy aroused his curiosity and he couldn't help but want to see the real thing.
"Okay, but I still want to pick out an item from your stall." Wu Tian said.
"What? The boy really wants it? He dares to buy it without even seeing what it looks like. Is he stupid?" The crowd found it unbelievable. This was obviously a scam.
"Are you really buying it?" the unscrupulous Taoist priest asked doubtfully.
He had a sad face, his skin kept twitching, and he looked extremely reluctant, which surprised everyone. Could it really be a treasure
"Really buy it." Wutan nodded, and with a thought, hundreds of essences flew out of the mustard seed bag, crystal clear, and fell to the ground, sparkling.
"Okay, deal."
He agreed readily, threw the bag aside, and lay prone on the ground, his eyes shining, his saliva flowing, and his fat flesh shaking.
Seeing this look, everyone suddenly understood that the previous reluctance and painful expressions were all pretended. Now his true nature is revealed!
Here comes the first chapter. If you like it, please collect it. It all started in a dream. Thank you.
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