Junior sister, I really need to control you

He sensed from Li Yinsheng's disdainful complaints that Li Yinsheng probably preferred talisman coins to valuable treasures.

As soon as Senior Brother Yang spoke, the four people behind him who had been panicking immediately glared at him angrily, gritting their teeth.

If he weren't speechless, he probably would have already started cursing.

But there was nothing Senior Brother Yang could do.

As the unlucky guy who took a direct hit from a melee attack, even though the attack only struck his magic sword, he was still seriously injured by the shockwave.

In addition, the backlash from having his magical artifact and Qiankun bag erased from their bondage twice has left him feeling like his meridians are in complete disarray, with his arm injury being particularly severe. If he doesn't return to the Guanzhong Hospital for treatment soon, he fears it will leave him with serious long-term health problems.

So he had no choice but to sell his junior brothers and sisters.

As for what decision the abbot and his staff will make after he returns to the temple and reports the situation—whether to let the matter rest or to retaliate—that is beyond his control.

All he wants to do right now is run away.

“You’re quite sensible,” Li Yinsheng smiled. “Good, it’s always better to be sensible than not.”

Senior Brother Yang suddenly felt the pressure on his body ease. He had been squeezing his meridians and circulating his magic power to hold on, but suddenly felt relaxed and spat out a mouthful of blood.

But he didn't even bother to wipe himself; he quickly got up and bowed, saying, "Thank you for sparing my life, senior! Thank you so much! I'll go and deliver the message right away!"

After saying that, he turned to run away, but Li Yinsheng suddenly said, "Wait."

Senior Brother Yang immediately stopped and turned around to bow to Li Yinsheng.

Li Yinsheng took out the superior-grade magic sword again and asked, "What is the origin of this sword, and what is its name?"

"My sword..." Senior Brother Yang paused halfway through his sentence, then quickly corrected himself, "No, no, no, it's Senior's sword, Senior's sword."

"As far as I know, the senior's sword was custom-made at the Forging Furnace Temple. It was refined from three thousand catties of cold iron and a six-hundred-year-old blue bright stone was incorporated into it to create the sword."

"Therefore, this junior named it... no, it was the senior who named it... that's not right either..." Senior Brother Yang stammered, his head covered in cold sweat.

"Alright, just tell me your name," Li Yinsheng said.

"The Cold Bright Sword!" Senior Brother Yang exclaimed immediately.

"Alright, I understand. You can go now." Li Yinsheng sheathed his sword and waved his hand.

He felt a bit emotional, not expecting that this sword had a similar name to his previous magic sword, "Frosty Leaf Sword." It seemed they really were destined to meet.

"This junior takes his leave! This junior takes his leave!" Senior Brother Yang fled in a panic.

Li Yinsheng looked at the remaining four people. The four people who had just been glaring angrily at Senior Brother Yang did not dare to look at Li Yinsheng at this moment, and all buried their faces in the ground.

But if they dared to raise their heads, they would see that Li Yinsheng also looked somewhat troubled.

If we want to bring these people back to Xuanzhen Temple, we'll definitely have to seal their cultivation.

However, he does not possess the magic to seal a person's cultivation level.

Or... break their limbs? And cut out their tongues?

Is that safe enough?

Spells like the Blade Technique can be used as long as one has magical power; there's no need to perform hand seals or chant incantations.

Suddenly, Li Yinsheng slapped his forehead.

How could he forget that the three people behind him were fellow Daoists from the Jade Altar Temple! Could a formation master not know a spell to seal someone's cultivation?

Thinking this, he ignored the four people on the ground, turned around and walked towards Meng Yu, who had remained silent, and cupped his hands in greeting:

"Fellow Daoist Meng, thank you for speaking up for me just now."

When Meng Yu looked at Li Yinsheng, her eyes were initially blank, then flashed with a strange light, and after a long while she returned the greeting as if she had just woken up from a dream.

"It was just a small favor, no need to be so polite. But Fellow Daoist Li... your cultivation is profound, truly admirable..."

She hesitated for a moment, but still didn't change her address to "senior".

Li Yinsheng shook his head and laughed, "It's just a minor trick, enough to deal with a few petty thieves."

This is not modesty; the two spells he just used were truly "minor tricks," it's just that his magical power was relatively profound.

"Everyone who finds it gets a share," he said with a smile, taking out the five storage bags he had picked up. "Fellow Daoist Meng, take a look and see if there's anything you like inside. Pick whatever you like."

The male disciple behind Meng Yu's eyes widened immediately—this was stolen goods!

Senior Sister is the direct disciple of the Abbot; how can she share the spoils with others!

Meng Yu shook his head: "I did not contribute anything, so I cannot accept any reward without merit."

"What a coincidence! I was just about to ask Fellow Daoist Meng for help!"

Li Yinsheng pointed to the four people on the ground and laughed, "I am not very interested in spells that seal cultivation, so I have never dabbled in them."

"I beg Fellow Daoist Meng to help me seal the cultivation of these four people."

Meng Yu raised his hand, and a white light shot out from the center point on the jade chessboard, shining on the four people respectively, and their auras weakened.

Even after Li Yinsheng withdrew his manipulation technique, they remained motionless.

“I sealed their magic and meridians. For a month, they will be unable to cast spells and their movements will be restricted,” Meng Yu said.

Li Yinsheng glanced at the jade chessboard and pondered, "Although both are top-grade magic artifacts, this chessboard is probably slightly better than the Hanming Sword, right?"

"Fellow Daoist Meng, please choose one," Li Yinsheng said, lining up the five Qiankun bags in a row.

"It's nothing, it's too much trouble," Meng Yu shook her head.

Seeing that she refused again, Li Yinsheng did not press the matter, and put away his Qiankun bag, saying, "Then consider it a small favor that I owe Fellow Daoist Meng."

Meng Yu was taken aback.

If we're really talking about it, she felt that the "small favor" from this fellow Daoist in front of her, who seemed to be a few years younger than her but whose cultivation was unfathomable, might be more valuable than a mid-grade magic weapon.

She was about to refuse when Li Yinsheng spoke first.

"Fellow Daoist Meng, please don't say 'I can't accept a reward without merit' or 'It's just a small favor,' because I have something else to ask you."

He pointed to the spirit-gathering array at Huanghe Temple that stole spiritual energy: "If this thing is dismantled and the materials are sold to Yutan Temple, how much would it be worth in talismans?"

"This is stolen goods!" a male disciple from Yutan Temple blurted out. "Yutan Temple has rules; we can't accept things of unclean origin!"

Li Yinsheng smiled and looked at the other party: "What stolen goods? This is clearly compensation from Huanghe Temple to my Xuanzhen Temple after they stole the spiritual essence."

The male disciple remained silent, inwardly thinking, "How could something you stole not be stolen goods?"

But he didn't dare say it out loud, after all, the four people from Huanghe Temple were still lying on the ground, half-dead.

Meng Yu did not answer Li Yinsheng immediately. Instead, she walked to the spirit-gathering array, carefully examined it, and then spoke.

"These materials are of varying quality, some good and some bad, and together they amount to about 127,000 talisman coins."

Li Yinsheng's eyes lit up.

The five people had over 30,000 coins in their Qiankun bags, which, together with the 127,000 coins, totaled over 160,000.

In addition to what he had left, he had 170,000 talisman coins, all in cash.

In addition, the four mid-grade magic artifacts, along with some miscellaneous items in the Qiankun bag, are worth at least tens of thousands of talisman coins.

However, selling stolen goods is a troublesome matter.

As the male disciple of Yutan Temple said, most Taoist temple shops do not like to accept items of unclear origin, and even if they do, they will offer a significant discount.

Even if he temporarily disregards these troublesome matters, the talisman coins he has are enough to claim the rewards corresponding to the "30,000 talisman coins" and "100,000 talisman coins" levels in the cultivation plan.

That's twenty and thirty years of cultivation respectively, totaling a full fifty years!

And that's not even counting the compensation and ransom that Huanghe Temple is going to send.

Oh right, there's also a high-grade magic sword that's quite valuable.

This is truly an overnight fortune!

Chapter 24 Huanghe Temple's Reaction

Night falls at Xuanzhen Temple.

Li Yinsheng used his Wind-Swept Technique to sweep the four hostages down, and they crashed to the ground.

But he himself stood on a flying sword that gleamed with a cold light, enlarged to six or seven feet in length.

As a superior magical artifact, the Hanming Sword can naturally also be used for flying.

With this magical artifact, Li Yinsheng was finally free from the embarrassment of having to rely on the wind to lift him up every time he flew.

He stepped down from the magic sword, and the flying sword returned to its normal size and was back in his hand.

Li Yinsheng examined the superior flying sword over and over, unable to put it down.

He only realized how amazing it was after using a top-grade magic weapon.

In terms of flying, the speed of a superior flying sword is more than double that of the Wind-Soaring Technique, but its mana consumption is less than 40% of that of the Wind-Soaring Technique, and it is also easier and more convenient to control.

While flying in the air, he performed many difficult maneuvers with great interest, but it was tough on the people he was swirling around with his Wind-Pulling Technique, who vomited several times in mid-air.

As for the contest of magic...

The Cold Leaf Sword, a low-grade magic weapon, is incomparable to a high-grade magic weapon.

Li Yinsheng had had his fill of playing around. He put away the Hanming Sword and looked down at the four people who had fallen badly on the ground.

Several hemp ropes were added to their bodies, binding them tightly.

Their cultivation and meridians had been sealed by Meng Yu, greatly limiting their range of motion. They couldn't even stand up and walk; at most, they could only twist their necks and talk.

But just to be on the safe side, Li Yinsheng still tied them up.

"Gentlemen, although there are still a few intact guest rooms in Xuanzhen Temple, they should be cleaned up and left for you to stay temporarily." Li Yinsheng looked down at them.

"But you stole other people's spiritual essence and even tried to resist when you were caught. Your sins are grave. If you had any sense of shame, you would have suffered the torment of your conscience if you stayed in the guest room, right?"

The four were taken aback, then nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, senior, we are not worthy of staying in the guest rooms."

"Your words are wise. We are burdened with heavy sins; how could we possibly defile the guest rooms?"

"We don't want the guest rooms, we ......"

Li Yinsheng nodded: "In that case, there is a woodshed in the temple. Please stay here for now."