After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 72 71. Getting Rich (3.3K words - please subscribe)
Floating clouds are like snow, piling up on the tops of the mountains.

In the vast clear sky of deep winter, a hawk screamed and flew by with its wings flapping
The faint remaining feather fell from the sky, spinning and landing on the frozen black earth of a wild forest.

In the shade of the trees, the bodyless phantom crow looked towards the direction of the imperial capital again, then hid its body, blending itself into the shadows as completely as possible, and then flew quickly at a low altitude.

On the outskirts of the imperial capital, at Hukui Palace.

The setting sun was like residual blood, spreading on the ground, making the corpses on the ground appear cruel, bloody and solidified.

Blood was flowing, flesh was everywhere, and there were heads rolling with eyes wide open, as if they had seen something extremely horrifying before they died.

Of course, there were also many fox demon corpses.

You pile on me and I pile on you.

A fox demon claw stabbed out from behind a certain monk, and the furry claws were holding a heart, but there was also a flying sword stuck in the back of the fox demon; there was a large pool of blood mixed with minced meat, and vaguely human meat and fox demon fur could be seen in it. It seemed that a certain monk exploded before his death and took a fox demon with him.
All kinds of tragic and heroic scenes can be seen everywhere.

But the war was not over yet, because an old man with disheveled hair and beard was still standing there with his sword.

But he was clearly standing in the sunset, but for some reason there was no light around him.

It was a demonic shadow covering the sky, blocking all his light.

Nothing about the demon shadow was clear. All that could be seen were its hideous, twisted eyes, mouth, and sharp teeth looking down from mid-air.

The old man looked up at the demonic figure and said unwillingly, "Why? You and I are both in the middle stage of the Crimson Palace, why?"

He doesn't understand.

He tried his best, but only caused minor injuries to Grandma Fox.
But he was dying.

His life span is almost over and he is unable to break through, so he comes here to fight to the death.

In terms of momentum and determination, Grandma Fox is definitely no match for him who is determined to fight to the death.

As for the situation.

He took advantage of the situation, and although Grandma Fox had other plans, he was ultimately half the winner in the game between the two sides, which made him the first to take action and attack.

But the result was so beyond his expectations and so tragic.

"why?"

"Why!!"

The old man looked up, his eyes filled with pain and anger, and beneath his broken skin, the flaming blood seemed to be burning again.

But only a contemptuous snort like a silver bell fell from the sky.

The fox head with a playful expression looked at him with a half-smile, and its three terrifying white tails rose into the sky like snow-white wolf smoke, swaying in the wind.
"Idiot, a small piece of marginal land, a little broken blood, you think you can compete with me?"

"I won't break through, because what I pursue is the real Nine Palaces, but you are just a barely passing Pseudo-Crimson Palace."

"Hee, eating you will be a great tonic."

Grandma Fox opened her mouth wide, revealing a bloody mouth filled with black air and a row of melon-seed teeth, and swallowed the old man from the sky.

The old man was terrified, but he still quickly mobilized his strength and wanted to self-destruct.

As the ancestor of the Su family of Nanwu Jianmen, how could he endure being humiliated like this?

However, the next moment, he was stunned, because the surging blood in his body was cooling down rapidly, and an indescribable tremor crept all over his body. Not to mention self-destruction, it was difficult for him to even move now.

But he has already put life and death aside, and has been ready to die with all his passion, so how could he be afraid?

The old man felt the inexplicable trembling all over his body at this moment, and when he thought of the fight with Grandma Fox just now, his expression suddenly showed some realization, and then surprise.

He seemed to understand something, and murmured with a bit of disbelief and immense regret: "Long Boxue, it turns out that the flaw is so simple."

But even though he had some realization, it was obviously too late for him.

The big mouth full of fishy smell fell quickly.

"Evil! Beast!!"

The old man roared angrily, but was unable to move and was quickly submerged.

After a long time.
Grandma Fox sat on the big chair brought by the fox cubs, sucking the flesh and blood of the strong man with relish, but seemed to dislike the rotten blood in the old man's body. She did not digest the old man's flesh and blood in a "cultivation" posture, but simply took it as a tonic.

After licking her furry paws, Grandma Fox leaned back comfortably on the chair.

Its body was completely curled up on the chair, looking towards the north in a daze, its cunning eyes slightly narrowed, and no one knew what it was thinking.

Suddenly, a little fox demon came flying from a distance, landed in front of Grandma Fox, and stammered, "Grandma, the palace. The palace!"

"What happened to the palace?"

Grandma Fox asked.

The little fox demon said: "The palace was robbed. It was Jingyang Palace."

"Jing? Yang? Palace?"

Grandma Fox was stunned for a moment before she reacted, and the next moment she suddenly became extremely anxious.

It jumped up and asked anxiously, "Jingyang Palace?!!!"

Isn't this where she keeps her important treasures?
The little fox demon wanted to say something else, but he only felt a gust of evil wind passing by his side. When he looked again, Grandma Fox on the chair had disappeared.

Jingyang Palace is the cold palace.

There was a hole in the wall of the mechanism, and everything inside seemed normal, except for a pool of blood outside the metal cage.

Grandma Fox rushed in quickly.

The little foxes had never seen their mother so hurried and confused, and they seemed to have some inexplicable fear.

In the cage, the colorful shadow had woken up after being stabbed by the sword. Now he was lying weakly in the cage, looking at the fox standing in front of the cage with a sneer on his face.

Grandma Fox didn't waste any words. She squatted down, picked up the blood on the ground with her fingers, sniffed it, and then asked in a trembling voice: "Did you give your blood to that thief?"

"Yeah." There was actually a hint of happiness in the colorful shadow's voice.

"Did you give your blood to that thief?"

"Ah."

"Do you know the thief?"

"Ah."

"Who is he?"

"Yes." "Tell me, it's not that I can't let you go."

"Ah."

Grandma Fox asked anxiously.

The colorful shadow responded happily and tirelessly, and then seemed to finally be unable to hold back and burst into laughter.

"Hehe, hehe, hahahahaha"

The next moment, Grandma Fox kicked the cage over, then rushed out of the cold palace in a rage, killing people like crazy along the way. Even if it was her own cubs, she would just bite off their necks and throw them away at will.

"try to find!"

"Dig three feet deep into the ground to find the thief!"

"Go find them all!!"

It leaped onto the glazed roof of the highest palace in the imperial palace, and a sharp roar of anger spread out. The sky-covering demonic shadow filled the entire palace, as if an endless troll was sitting in the palaces of ants, overlooking the common people.

The fox demons no longer hid themselves and flew everywhere quickly.

Soon, two more fox demons came hurriedly and reported to Grandma Fox what had happened in the palace before.

Immediately, two torn fox demon shadow puppets were placed in front of Grandma Fox.

Grandma Fox looked down at the two fox demon puppets with an uncertain expression. Suddenly she seemed to understand something. Her eyes flashed with impatience, regret, anger and murderous intent.

"Don't let me find you!"

"Don't let me find it!!"

Paper Man Peak and Shadow Puppet Pavilion.

Another day of leatherworking has passed, and another day of drinking a cup of hot tea and watching the sun slowly set.

No matter how exciting, thrilling, or life-threatening the situation is in the distance, it has nothing to do with him.

At least, it doesn't matter for now.

Song Yan held the cup of moonlight ginger tea to warm his hands, and then looked at the beautiful lady in jade makeup who was accompanying him.

The young lady was in good spirits, even in the evening.

Suddenly, he had an idea. He held the tea in his left hand and grasped the young lady's hand with his right hand. A trace of mysterious energy penetrated into it, and after a slight circle, he withdrew.

To his surprise, he actually found a trace of mysterious energy in Cao Yuzhuang's body.

The ability to generate mysterious energy is a sign of possessing mysterious roots.

As a member of the Wei royal family, Cao Yuzhuang was sent to be a cauldron.

The furnace and cauldron would be squeezed into medicinal residue in a short time, so it was impossible to waste time on testing the Xuan root. The environment where Cao Yuzhuang lived before was not a cave, so there was no chance for her to absorb the Xuan Qi.

But now, she and Song Yan lived together in the cave on an independent mountain, drinking spiritual tea together, eating spiritual food together, and even practicing together.

While Song Yan was giving her some supplements, he also paid attention to giving her some nourishment.

And because Song Yan himself has actually reached the upper limit of his Xuan Qi, he would sometimes give back some Xuan Qi to Miss Yuzhuang.

So many factors combined together unexpectedly brought her a hint of mysterious energy.

In other words, Miss Yuzhuang can actually practice!

"What's wrong, Brother Dao?"

"nothing."

Song Yan was worried that the young lady was of unstable character, and as soon as he said it, the young lady revealed the truth.

The furnace and cauldron do not require any mysterious roots.

But with Xuan Gen's furnace, the quality will be taken to a higher level.

By then, Miss Yuzhuang will probably be targeted by more people.

Even though he is Gu Huangzi's direct disciple, no one knows better than him that he is walking on a tightrope.

Just as he was thinking, Yueyang Luo rushed in from outside the door and said, "Master, the sect has opened up the exchange of Xuanyu. You can use contribution points to exchange Xuanyu at a ratio of three to one."

"Three contribution points in exchange for a small piece of black jade?" the young lady with jade makeup asked in surprise.

Yueyang Luo said: "Master's wife, you wish for it.

Three contribution points can be exchanged for one black jade bean.

One hundred black jade beans are equivalent to a small piece of black jade.

I heard that a lot of good things will be sold at the Hantan Valley market this time. After all, this can almost be said to be a large gathering of the three kingdoms' sects and cultivators. At that time, you can buy whatever you want.

Therefore, the more Xuanyu the better. "

Song Yan's eyes lit up.

Outside, Xuanyu is the common currency.

But in the sect, whether it is completing tasks or daily rewards, they are all settled in "contribution points", and there is no exchange between the two.

Although only the "contribution points" of the corresponding sect can be used to purchase some of the sect's specialties, it is not as convenient as Xuanyu.

As for the "three to one" exchange ratio
He thought quickly.

He remembered that in the low-level market at the foot of Nanzhu Peak, a common spell with no threshold cost 49 contribution points, while in the Snake Corpse Market it cost about 20 black jade beans, a ratio of nearly 2.5 to 1.

This “3 to 1” is still unfair, but considering that some people may exchange a large number of them, it is not bad.

Song Yan has been working diligently since joining the Puppet Sect. He is simply a super model worker who works all year round. In addition, his leather-making efficiency is terrifying. After he self-destructed to the seventh level of Lianxuan, he can make a shadow puppet of an intermediate monster level every day.

中级妖兽成品皮影价格区别却也大，类同练玄4层的是1200贡献点，类同练玄5层的是2250贡献点，类同练玄6层的是3600贡献点。

Plus the unfinished shadow puppets he made at Nanzhu Peak.
so.
He glanced at his identification badge.

Among them, the total contribution points are: 256484 points.

Yueyang Luo glanced at Song Yan and said enviously, "Master must have a lot of contribution points, right?"

Song Yan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Young man, don't always focus on how much others have, but think more about your own problems. Think about whether you have studied hard today and whether you have worked hard on leathermaking.

One day, you will be like Master."

(End of this chapter)