The corpse-eating beast was not a top-level monster. It had no demon pills, and only three things on its body were useful: saliva, claws, and the hide on its neck. The poisonous saliva and claws were commonly used materials for refining pills and talismans. The hide on its neck was extremely hard and could be made into a small wrist guard or chest guard. Gu Pinglin rested for a while, then stood up and walked over to decompose the corpse. Duan Qingming stood by and watched him collect materials.
The materials were obtained through cooperation between the two people. Gu Pinglin divided it into two parts and took one for himself.
"No more." Duan Qingming put Gu Yingjian into his Qiankun bag. His Qiankun bag was a top-level storage bag, far superior to the Baina bag. It looked only the size of a palm, like a piece of agate pendant hanging on the waist. The value of a Qiankun bag was enough to bankrupt a small family. As a member of the Duan family, he naturally didn't care about these low-level materials. Gu Pinglin frowned slightly, said nothing, and put all the materials into his Baina bag. The two found the nearest teleportation array and went out.
It was extremely lively outside the cave, with more than a dozen people gathered at the entrance.
"What's going on?" Bu Shuihan's voice.
It turned out that the two men's fight with the corpse-eating beast made too much noise, and the guarding disciple was alarmed. He reported it, and Bu Shuihan immediately panicked and hurried over to interrogate them. He happened to see Gu Pinglin and the other man coming out.
Bu Shuihan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the two were safe and sound. But then he realized that there were corpse-eating beasts inside and his expression changed again: "I went in and cleaned it up myself last year. How could there still be high-level monsters here!" He looked at Gu Pinglin with a hint of apology.
Gu Pinglin shook his head: "It's okay."
He had noticed the group of disciples next to him. Their robes all had the Six Paths Sect's logo. There were no spiritual eyes in the Six Paths Sect, and the level of the Hell Cave was too low. It was estimated that they came to borrow the Spirit Heart Sect's Hell Cave for cultivation.
Bu Shuihan turned to them and said, "Since it is dangerous in the Dark Cave, this matter needs to be reported to Master. Everyone please go back."
The disciples of the Six Path Sect were all disappointed when they heard this, but they also understood that Bu Shuihan was thinking about their safety. The charming woman in the lead stepped forward and said, "In that case, we will go back and wait for news from Senior Brother Bu. Senior Brother, please."
Bu Shuihan didn't say much. He just bowed, said "please", and left.
The woman turned around and smiled at Gu Pinglin in a friendly manner. She caught a glimpse of Duan Qingming behind him and was immediately surprised: "This... could it be the Sixth Young Master Duan?"
Without the Gu Ying Sword in his hand, Duan Qingming was a gentle and elegant young man again. He asked, "Junior sister, do you recognize me?"
The woman smiled and said, "The calming silk on the dress you wore on your tenth birthday was made by my aunt herself."
Duan Qingming glanced at Gu Pinglin with a smile, but Gu Pinglin remained calm.
"So it's the Zhang family," Duan Qingming recalled, "I remember now, you are Junior Sister Zhang Lian?"
"I didn't expect that the Sixth Young Master still remembered me." Zhang Lian was about to say something, but seeing that the fellow apprentices were all looking at him, he had to stop blushing and whispered, "It's getting late, we'll leave first."
Duan Qingming nodded: "Junior sister, please."
Zhang Lian left with his disciples.
Duan Qingming stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the backs of the people: "You recognize her."
Gu Pinglin said: "Of course."
Duan Qingming said: "The Gu family and the Zhang family are thousands of miles apart. You rarely go out, so you probably don't recognize them."
"But I recognize her," Gu Pinglin raised his eyebrows, "Guess why."
Duan Qingming really didn't say anything.
After these days of contact, Gu Pinglin roughly knew how to deal with this person. Instead of trying to cover up in front of a smart person, it is better to admit the flaw and let him figure it out himself.
Duan Qingming asked: "Where are my clothes?"
Gu Pinglin had long recognized the calming silk on the dress. It was not his, and he needed money at the time, so he just pawned it. After hearing Zhang Lian's words, he knew the origin of the dress and said bluntly, "It's lost."
"Hmm?" Duan Qingming narrowed his eyes slightly, not really surprised.
Gu Pinglin walked up the stone steps.
Duan Qingming took two quick steps and walked side by side with him, and said casually, "That Zhang Lian looks a bit like you, interesting."
Gu Pinglin's face darkened and he pretended not to hear.
Duan Qingming looked at him from the side: "Why, you don't like it?"
Gu Pinglin said simply: "I don't like it."
"I think she's pretty good."
"Duan Qingming!"
The corners of his eyes drew a charming arc, and Duan Qingming sighed with a smile: "You are so easy to get angry."
Gu Pinglin changed the subject: "Go and hand in the materials first."
In his previous life, every woman around Duan Qingming had some resemblance to Gu Pinglin, and Zhang Lian was one of them. This matter has always been a joke among the disciples of Xuanming Sect, and Duan Qingming has never denied that the head of Lingxin Sect was born with a female appearance. Gu Pinglin knew his cleanliness best. It was common for couples to practice together in the world of cultivation, but it was obvious that he would not really touch them. Keeping them by his side was just to humiliate them.
Gu Pinglin no longer cared about his appearance, but when Duan Qingming mentioned it again in this life, he knew that he was deliberately provoking him, and Gu Pinglin couldn't help but feel a little unbearable.
Submitting materials to the sect can be recorded as merit or exchanged for feather coins. The disciple in charge of Yipinfang counted the number and asked, "Record merit or exchange for feather coins?" Gu Pinglin chose to record merit. In Lingxin Sect, once a certain number of merit points are accumulated, they can be exchanged for the sect's elixir. Gu Pinglin is not interested in elixir, he just wants to do something for his master. After the registration, Gu Pinglin took out Duan Qingming's materials and recorded them under Duan Qingming's name. Although Duan Qingming didn't care about these, Gu Pinglin would not take his things - anyway, Duan Qingming joined Lingxin Sect in this life because of himself. Lingxin Sect's resources are far inferior to Xuanming Sect, and he will always need elixir in the future.
Gu Pinglin did not mention this to Duan Qingming. There was still a month left, and the most important thing was to win the entrance exam and successfully become a disciple of Master Yue Songting. This life was different from the previous one, with Duan Qingming around, especially knowing that he might have entered the Xiao Zhoutian realm, Gu Pinglin had to be cautious.
The wind is cold at the cliff, and the pine shadows are swaying.
After Gu Pinglin finished his practice, he stood up and let out a long breath.
After entering the fourth level of Na Yuan, the Creation Art became more successful in his practice. However, the time was too short and there was no hope of breaking through to the fifth level of Na Yuan. Although he had the improved Ling Xin School's mental method, it was still impossible to defeat Duan Qingming unless he used the Creation Art... He could not back down on the matter of becoming a disciple, so he had to take advantage of him this time.
Not far away, several disciples ran by in a hurry.
"Senior Brother Bu hurt their people in the past, they must want revenge!"
"Go and report to the master!"
"The headmaster is in seclusion, go find Senior Brother Chen and Senior Brother Chang!"
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Gu Pinglin frowned and followed calmly.
There were more than a dozen intermediate disciples standing outside the mountain gate. Bu Shuihan was at the front, confronting three Xuanming Sect monks.
The leading white-robed monk waved his folding fan and said, "A mere plant of Huasheng Grass has alarmed Master Yue's disciple. I didn't expect that Lingxin Sect is so short of medicinal materials."
The other two laughed.
Gu Pinglin recognized the white-robed monk. His name was Wu Xiang, a senior inner sect disciple of Xuanming Sect. His cultivation had reached the second level of Qi Refining. The other two were the Xuanming Sect disciples who had been taught a lesson by Bu Shuihan before. They were afraid of their master, Master Shutu, so they did not dare to speak out when they returned. However, they could not swallow this anger, so they asked their fellow senior brother Wu Xiang to seek revenge. Bu Shuihan was only at the first level of Qi Refining now. The Qi Refining Realm was different from the Qi Condensation Realm. One level was a world of difference. If he really faced Wu Xiang, he would definitely suffer.
With a frosty face, Bu Shuihan suppressed his anger: "This grass comes from the Lingxin Sect. How can we allow outsiders to pick it at will? Don't go too far!"
"That's wrong. Xuanming Sect has always been a stickler for rules," Wu Xiang restrained his smile, "I just picked a herb, why be so stingy? The water of Lingxin Sect also comes from our Xuanming Sect, didn't you drink it?"
The matter could have been a big deal or a small one, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that they were deliberately provoking him. Their words were so harsh that Bu Shuihan couldn't help but say, "You!"
He placed his hand on the hilt of the sword, intending to draw it.
Wu Xiang wanted to provoke him, and seeing this, he raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "I have heard of the name of Master Yue's top disciple for a long time. Today, it seems that he is far from the rumors."
Seeing that Bu Shuihan was about to fall into the trap, a figure suddenly appeared and said, "Why bother Senior Bu, do you dare to fight me?"
When the sword energy came to him, Wu Xiang subconsciously used his folding fan to block it. After taking a closer look, he realized that the other party was just a young man in a coarse Taoist robe, clearly a low-level disciple of the Lingxin Sect. He had thick and delicate eyebrows, a pair of big eyes like autumn water, and tightly pursed red lips, looking angry.
Because Gu Pinglin deliberately approached him, Bu Shuihan got along very well with him. Hearing this, he stopped and asked, "Junior Brother Gu?"
"Brother and his friends led the way and took a walk.
He was so impulsive that Bu Shuihan was stunned and subconsciously pulled him: "Junior brother..."
Wu Xiang laughed loudly and said contemptuously: "A mere low-level disciple wants to fight me. Is there no one left in your sect?"
“How dare you!” Gu Pinglin really broke free from Bu Shuihan’s hand and sent out his sword energy again, “Take my sword!”
"You all saw it. This kid is ignorant of his own limitations. Don't accuse me of bullying him by relying on my status." Wu Xiang easily avoided the sword energy and lazily closed his folding fan. A fierce light flashed in his eyes.
Bu Shuihan was Yue Songting's direct disciple after all, and he was also close to his senior sister Yan Feixiu. Injuring him would inevitably offend Yan Feixiu, but dealing with a low-level disciple could be a minor matter. Wu Xiang suddenly became timid and wanted to destroy Gu Pinglin to establish his authority.
Gu Pinglin was not afraid at all and went forward to meet him.
"Junior Brother Gu!" Bu Shuihan reacted.
Gu Pinglin is only a junior disciple. It is like hitting a rock with an egg when facing Wu Xiang, which is just humiliating himself. Wu Xiang is determined to take revenge, and his move will certainly be ruthless. The situation is extremely bad for Gu Pinglin.
Seeing that he was becoming even more confused, Bu Shuihan came to his senses. He was about to stop them but was stopped by a hand.
"I didn't expect there would be such a big event to watch," Duan Qingming said with a smile, "Gu Xiaojiu has reached the Na Yuan realm."
How can the Na Yuan Realm be compared with the Lian Qi Realm! Bu Shuihan suppressed his anger and said, "Let go!"
Duan Qingming let go of his hand and consoled him, "Senior Brother Chen and the others will be out soon. Seeing this person bullying the weak, we will be more justified when facing the Xuanming Sect in the future."
Bu Shuihan was stunned: "Really?"
"Of course." Duan Qingming replied gently.
Bu Shuihan disliked him, but after thinking about it, he felt that his logic was correct, so he reduced his anger a little and turned to the battlefield.
The gap in cultivation was too great, and Wu Xiang's attack was fierce. Gu Pinglin had a very hard time coping with it and had almost no power to fight back. He was in danger all around him. This was the result of Wu Xiang's disdain to use a big move. He kept retreating, and in just a moment, the battle circle had moved dozens of feet away.
Bu Shuihan gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and waited patiently for a moment. Seeing the two figures almost disappearing, he couldn't help but ask, "Why haven't I seen Senior Brother Chen yet?"
Duan Qingming also looked back: "Yeah, that's strange."
Bu Shuihan was about to say more when several disciples came out. One of them said, "Junior Brother Duan, didn't you go to report to Senior Brother Chen and the others? Why are you here so soon? Where's Senior Brother Chen?"
"I asked another junior brother to go," Duan Qingming replied calmly, and suddenly remembered something, "He probably doesn't know how urgent the situation is. It's bad!"
Bu Shuihan finally understood, his face turned pale, and he unsheathed the Huyin Sword: "You!"
When he looked at Pinglin and Wu Xiang again, they had disappeared.
"Junior Brother Gu has something to ask, you are the one to ask!" Bu Shuihan didn't bother to argue with him and quickly fled away.