Xie Jiuniang came out again and changed her outfit.
She raised her cultivation to the eighth level of Qi training, and then dressed herself in a very shabby manner.
Wear a torn robe over the intact one.
The small flying boat was put away, and the jade token hanging around the waist was worn around the neck instead, and then hidden inside the robe. The robe issued by the sect was isolated from the detection of spiritual consciousness, so there was no need to worry about being discovered.
Then, he held a broken sword.
As if that was not enough, he deliberately ruffled his hair into a shape similar to a bird's nest and made his face dirty. He looked like most of the young Qigong practitioners at present, as if he was being chased by a water beast and was in a very miserable state.
When she met sect disciples with the same experience as her, they would automatically ignore her and would not even have the desire to rob her.
Because such people are obviously not profitable.
Xie Jiuniang and the sword spirit avoided the others and wandered alone underwater.
With the Sword Spirit as a treasure hunter and the Time Leaf to predict danger, more than half a year has passed and Xie Jiuniang has reaped a lot of rewards, filling up three storage bags.
From time to time, there would be powerful monsters roaring angrily in the secret realm, and 90% of them were related to one man and one sword.
Originally, Xie Jiuniang wanted the sword spirit to find an unowned spiritual mine to dig, but her luck was not very good. Everywhere she went, the spiritual mines were either owned by someone or the mines were very small and contained only ordinary spiritual stones.
How could someone who has eaten sumptuous meals look down on a bowl of vegetable porridge
The man and the sword then made a plan and worked together to dig into the powerful monster's corner.
After these operations, the monster became furious.
At this time, Xie Jiuniang was lying on the beach of a deserted island, basking in the sun. She crossed her legs and swung her feet while saying sadly, "There are still two months before the secret realm closes, but the three storage bags I brought are all full. I'm so sad."
The sword spirit flew out of the contract space, circled around Xie Jiuniang, and said excitedly: "Master, you can store all the spirit stones in your storage bag with me. My space is very large, and I can put in a lot of spirit stones and crystals—"
"Snapped!!"
Before Duan Jian could finish his words, he was knocked away by the wooden stick.
Xie Jiuniang sneered: "If you want to fool me again, you won't succeed."
Four months ago, she believed his lies, and then a storage bag of spirit stones was gone.
The sword spirit flew back dejectedly, and said listlessly: "I promise to hold back this time and not touch a single spirit stone of my master."
"I don't believe you, you poor bastard! I can't even keep track of the spiritual stones you owe me. Even if the contract of selling your body lasts for a thousand years, you still can't pay it back."
Xie Jiuniang has never been lenient when it comes to hurting people.
The Broken Sword would not leave any Spirit Stones overnight, but would absorb them immediately. Over the past six months, the sword had changed several times, becoming more and more mysterious.
"Stingy master, isn't it just a few of your spirit stones? I... I, I am very useful." He was very imposing at the beginning, but lost his confidence at the end.
The dog owner is the son of destiny, he can’t fight him.
You still have to hug the dog's thighs well.
So, the sword spirit suggested that the master find a new storage bag, and even had a flash of inspiration, "Master, if you don't want to steal the training disciples', you can find the storage bags of those who died in the secret realm. Monsters don't use storage bags. Wow, I think there must be a lot of them in the secret realm."
Xie Jiuniang thought about it and felt that there was nothing wrong with it.
The wealth of the dead is still wealth.
If it were someone else or just a wild idea, the secret realm is so big and the waters are so vast, looking for a small storage bag would undoubtedly be like looking for a needle in a haystack, but Xie Jiuniang has the sword spirit.
Xie Jiuniang said generously: "We will each take half of what we found."
"Okay, master. I will try my best to find it." The sword spirit had not thought of it before and did not pay attention to it.
Now that I pay attention, I actually...
"Master, there is a storage bag under your butt, two meters deep in the sand."
"What?"
Xie Jiuniang turned over and started to dig the sand hard, "Hahaha, I am indeed the child of destiny. Wherever I lie is a treasure."
"Without me telling you, destiny is useless..." the sword spirit muttered softly.
Xie Jiuniang paused while digging the sand, turned her head and looked at the suspended broken sword, and asked, "Little bastard, what are you talking about?"
"No, I didn't say anything..." the sword spirit answered timidly.
Woo woo, the dog owner is becoming more and more scary!
Didn't he just take a bag of spirit stones from her without permission? She now has two storage bags.
The secret realm opens once every ten years.
Every time, some people would die. Over the years, countless people died in the secret realm. Even if some of the storage bags were taken away by the disciples who survived, some would always be left behind.
Therefore, the master and servant came up with a strange idea and made a lot of money from the dead.
If someone saw it, they would definitely be surprised. There was a weirdo who entered the secret realm and instead of looking for opportunities, he dug holes everywhere.
After ten days, Xie Jiuniang had three storage rings and more than twenty storage bags.
It was much better than going to the lair of the water-stealing beast. Not to mention the safety, the main thing was that the harvest was much greater than before.
Another month passed.
One man and one sword searched an area of water and found thirteen storage rings and hundreds of storage bags.
It’s tiring, very tiring.
"The secret realm will be closed in about twenty days, so I will stop making money from the dead."
Xie Jiuniang filled the storage ring with things, then strung them all together, put them around her neck, and put them inside her clothes. She only kept five of the largest storage bags to store things, and threw away the rest. The main reason was that there were too many storage bags and it was not easy to take them out of the secret realm.
The gains from this trip to the secret realm far exceeded Xie Jiuniang's own expectations.
Others came in to look for one or two opportunities, but she seemed to be here to buy some goods, which made Xie Jiuniang extremely satisfied.
Now, she decided to take a walk around the dangerous area where the Qilin was rumored to have emerged from the water in her previous life.
I'm not going to steal the water qilin, I just want to watch the fun.
Let’s see if there is a chance to kill Lin Wangchen.
In his previous life, he was seriously injured while trying to snatch the water unicorn, and he had to recuperate for hundreds of years. Such a serious injury must have been caused by a fierce life-and-death battle, and the soul that was sealed by the god transformation must have been stimulated.
It is the best time to kill Lin Wangchen.
But before you go, you must prepare enough hiding talismans.
The previous ones have been used up long ago.
Xie Jiuniang has now established her foundation, and her sea of consciousness is much stronger than that of an ordinary foundation, so it is easy for her to draw a second-grade hiding talisman.
In the previous life, the Water Qilin was born the day before the secret realm was closed, so there was no rush.
Retreat for a few days.
Xie Jiuniang drew fifty second-grade hiding talismans.
The higher the grade of the talisman, the better the effect will be.
The first grade can only be used for three days.
The second grade can be used for half a month.
Fifty cards are enough.
Before leaving, Xie Jiuniang thought about it and changed her outfit again, changing into a conventional loose robe. She was still dressed as a man, but in a mature and steady style.
Anyway, don't act like a teenager.
With the experience from her previous life, Xie Jiuniang played the role very well.
Is being small limiting your performance
It's not a big problem, just stuff something in your shoes to make you taller. There are short male cultivators in the world of immortal cultivation, as long as they have similar temperament.
Xie Jiuniang also lavishly affixed hiding talismans and invisibility talismans to the flying boat.
A piece of medium-grade spiritual stone dug from the secret realm was stuffed in it, and after the small flying boat was opened, it seemed to disappear. It is difficult to find it even in the foundation-building stage, unless the opponent's soul is strong.
Just spent two days in the air.
The sword spirit suddenly said mysteriously: "There are two people in front. Hahaha, master, they are people you know."
"who is that?"
Xie Jiuniang became interested.
Controlling the flying boat and hiding in the sky, it was indeed a good show.
Lin Wangchen was confronting someone with a sword in hand, and that person turned out to be Wu Yu.
At this moment, Lin Wangchen's face was as cold as ice, shockingly cold, with murderous intent in his eyes. It was obvious that he was completely enraged by Wu Yu.
It would be strange if Lin Wangchen was in a good mood after all this rare experience of Secret Mirror was entangled by the mad dog Wu Yu.
On the contrary, when Xie Jiuniang saw Lin Wangchen being humiliated, it was like drinking a sip of ice on a hot summer day, which was extremely refreshing.
"Wu Yu, that's enough!" Lin Wangchen was extremely impatient.
Wu Yu sneered, "Not enough. My Nine-orifice Heart Lotus was taken away by your Lin family. Either return it to me, or let me beat you up as your eldest brother. Otherwise, this matter will not end."
"How many times have I said that, that person is not a member of the Lin family."
"You can fool Gongsun Xue, but you can't fool me."
"You..." Lin Wangchen simply drew his sword, "If you want to fight, then go ahead."
Wu Yu also drew his sword.
High in the sky, there is a small flying boat hidden.
Each man with a sword watched the fun and was extremely excited.
The sword spirit asked: "Master, do you know which of them is the most powerful?"
"Lin Wangchen, right?" Xie Jiuniang narrowed her eyes and guessed, "After all, he is a few years older, and he established his foundation a few years earlier than Wu Yu..."
Make up for yesterday's chapter.
(End of this chapter)