I inherited my husband's divine position

Chapter 868 A Heartless Sales Machine
What should have been a bloody and brutal civil war among humans, made even more brutal by the secret intervention of a demon, was transformed into a completely different story by someone's gentle touch.

Four Yang Meridian Spirit Masters ran swiftly across the icy plains.

The broken ice and the surging glacier did not slow them down.

There are people there.

One of the women shouted, speaking quickly.

The other three remained silent, their spiritual senses sweeping towards the figure ahead even faster than their gazes.

This scan revealed the problem.

The only male cultivator said, "He is not human."

If not a human being, then what is?
“Strange tales.” This time, it was the calm-faced female cultivator who spoke.

“A ghost story about a humanoid creature! It’s from Eternal Dreamland!” the woman who had been speaking lightly exclaimed.

The group tried to conceal their conversation, but it seemed that the monster walking ahead still noticed them.

It was originally heading in another direction, but after turning its head to look at them, it walked towards them.

The four became alert and prepared to attack.

It is impossible to retreat.

Putting aside the fact that they were scattered here after fighting with others, and that they have been on the battlefield for more than half a day now, the accumulated fighting spirit and rules have made them subconsciously think of fighting each other when facing a single enemy.

It's just a ghost story, but there are four of them.

Capable of fighting.

"Lu Fu." The female cultivator, speaking quickly, glanced at the female cultivator with a calm expression.

The latter understood and prepared to cooperate.

The four of them were Lu Fu, Huang Tian, ​​Wu Daoming, and Lin Lanlan.

The original team was unexpectedly broken up, and the remaining four people acted together.

In a short time, the four of them had already developed a tacit understanding.

As the humanoid ghost drew closer.

Huang Tian suddenly exclaimed "Eh!"

Lin Lanlan asked, "Did you find anything?"

Huang Tian said, "This ghost story is quite good-looking."

Lin Lanlan: "..."

Don't joke around at a time like this!
Huang Tian chuckled after being glared at, stared at the oncoming ghost story for a couple of seconds, then turned to Lu Fu and said, "Lu Fu, I think it looks familiar. Do you have any information about it?"

Fangcao Pavilion is the real intelligence organization, with more intelligence resources than Xunxiangju.

Although Lu Fu had been following Li Jingsheng in the inner garden and had limited access to information, she still had a real impression of this strange tale.

“It’s noon,” Lu Fu said. “It is Mi Bayue’s creation.”

The moment the name "Shi Wu" was mentioned, the other three were jolted awake.

After all, Mi Bayue had just displayed her prowess on the battlefield today, and everyone's memories of her had been rekindled. Even her past experiences at the Du'e Academy were remembered, not to mention her later renowned book cultivation and creation.

Lin Lanlan said, "If I remember correctly, the rules of [Noon] are not lethal; it belongs to... a beneficial type of monster?"

Wu Daoming, however, remained vigilant and reminded them, "The rules of ghost stories are always secrets. No one knows if the information circulated about this ghost story is all there is to it. It may also contain other deadly rules that have not been circulated. After all, it is Mi Bayue's only creation that has been widely circulated."

The last sentence was spoken with great depth, and one could sense Wu Daoming's apprehension and awe towards Mi Bayue.

The other three also fell silent for a moment upon hearing this, sharing the same feeling as him.

All four of them are older than Mi Bayue, and should have been figures of the century, but she has already reached the level of the previous generation. Every time her name is mentioned, it evokes inexplicable feelings.

In a short while, the ghost story of Noon had reached a distance of ten meters in front of them. This distance was enough for the two sides to engage in a magical duel.

The four's attack was already in place, and the spiritual energy of the spell diagram was about to be unleashed.

Shi Wu seemed to sense their hostility, stopping just ten meters away, his eyes behind the scale-armored mask fixed on them without wavering.

Even though it hadn't done anything, the four of them were on high alert.

Huang Tian said in a low voice, "Wu Daoming is right. I don't have a good feeling about it. If we start fighting, we might not be able to beat it."

They couldn't discern the specific star order at noon.

Lin Lanlan said in a low voice, "Don't speak."

Who knows what rules might be triggered?

Huang Tian said, "You've said something different. Lu Fu, Wu Daoming, what do you think we should do?"

Wu Daoming said, "...Perhaps we can try to communicate with it."

"What?" Lin Lanlan asked.

Lu Fu agreed with Wu Daoming's statement, "Are you thinking of the Protectorate Battle Flag?"

Wu Daoming said, "Hmm."

Huang Tian and Lin Lanlan are not stupid, or rather, they are quite clever.

They also grasped the implied meaning of the two men's words: not everything and everyone on the battlefield is hostile; if the battle flag protects people, then perhaps there are also strange tales...

The rules and secrets of the ghost story of noon are all beneficial to people.

"Who should go?" That's what we need to discuss now.

Before the four of them could make a decision, Shi Wu on the other side took action first.

The ghost story of the humanoid woman wearing a scale-mask bowed to them.

"Huh?" Huang Tian exclaimed softly.

This time, Lin Lanlan did not scold her.

Because Shi Wu's polite behavior was unexpected, or perhaps because its background was created by Mi Bayue, they subconsciously felt that it was not an evil rule trap.

At noon, a human voice spoke, "It is fate that we meet. Does the guest have any items that need repair?"

Its tone was flat and even, which was much more reassuring than those with sweet words or sinister and eerie tones.

The four of them looked strange.

Huang Tian spoke first, "Can you help me fix it?"

She carried the most magical artifacts with her, almost all of her wealth, and some of them were even damaged after use but she couldn't find a master artifact maker to fix them.

Shi Wu said, "Repair fees are required."

Huang Tian asked cautiously, "What kind of repair costs are involved? It's not going to involve our lives or our flesh and blood, is it?"

The long-eared globe in Shi Wu's arms flashed, and a scroll came out of it, unfolding in front of the four people.

The content above is a combination of text and images on a stone, indicating the repair costs for various magical artifacts or magical objects. Surprisingly, the costs are almost the same as those required by real people. These can be spirit crystals, various spiritual materials and plants, or damaged or complete magical artifacts and precious objects.

Further down, besides repairing magical artifacts, you can also ask it to purchase existing magical artifacts or to forge magical artifacts.

The expressions on the four people's faces were beyond strange; they were even somewhat stunned.

"We are Yang Spirit Masters, this is a battlefield, and you are a Yin Spirit Master." Huang Tian said incredulously, "You actually repair our magical artifacts and are even willing to sell us finished ones?"

Shi Wu remained motionless, its face hidden behind the scale-covered mask, making it impossible to discern its expression. More likely, it was expressionless, as its tone remained as calm as still water.

"Would the guest like something?"

It did not answer Huang Tian's question, like an emotionless vending machine.