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Yunxi returned to the real world and took out the "Introduction to Weapon Cultivation" that she had received when she registered to join the sect. It was another day of learning for her.

Not far in front of him, the young man who was practicing talisman writing paused again as he drew talismans with a pen, unable to resist glancing back several times.

Yunxi was lying on the ground reading a book. He couldn't see the book, but he could see a bunch of colorful little flowers that looked like they had been moved.

As Yunxi read her book, she swung her legs, and Xie Mo caught sight of two swaying clusters of small flowers.

He remained silent for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Junior Sister, are you awake?"

It seems to be a question that only a blind person who has been blind for many years can ask upon hearing a noise.

"?"

Yunxi was also confused by the question, and nodded: "Ah, I'm awake."

She looked at Xie Mo's wheelchair, her eyes suddenly lit up, and like a curious child, she moved closer to Xie Mo, looking him up and down.

Shemer was surrounded by colorful little flowers.

The boy looked slightly flustered. He couldn't see Yun Xi's face or even feel which side was Yun Xi's head and which side was her feet. He also had the pride and self-esteem that comes with being a talisman cultivator. Not wanting others to discover that he had been backfired by the talismans he had drawn, he could only look up at the sky to hide his guilty conscience.

"Since...since you're awake."

Xie Mo said, "I should go too."

Once he leaves the Cliff of Contemplation, no one can discover his little secret.

"Wait a minute, Second Senior Brother."

Yunxi interrupted him, placed her hand on the wheel handle and shook it, then tapped it, saying, "I want to learn how to repair weapons. Let me study it."

"..."

If this had happened before, Xie Mo would have been unhappy and kept his distance from anyone who played with his wheelchair like that.

The boy's leg injury and the lingering illness throughout his body were a thorn in his side. No matter how gentle he pretended to be in public, he didn't want anyone to touch his wounds.

Xie Mo doesn't trust others either.

Just thinking about how Yunxi had just swung the small hammer of the weapon cultivator and made a coffin.

Xie Mo's fingers curled up, but he didn't react much.

When the wheelchair was examined and found to be uncomfortable, he simply offered a casual reminder: "This wheelchair was made by the Grand Elder. If you have any questions, you can consult him."

Yunxi only glanced at it before letting go.

She confirmed an idea in her mind.

Robots can be made in this world without electricity. Xie Mo's wheelchair has a small box inside that stores spirit stones, and it operates by absorbing spirit stones.

In other words, spirit stones can be used as electricity.

She had worked at the Institute of Botany for many years, and when those robots were first put into service, Yunxi had just participated in their assembly, so she had some recollection of the blueprints and instructions.

Xie Mo didn't know what had happened, but he felt that the cluster of small flowers in front of him seemed to have become even more vibrant.

"Junior Sister?"

Xie Mo asked.

Suddenly, the little flower bush stood up and transformed into a "flower girl".

Yun hope patted Xie Mo, saying with a heavy responsibility, "Second Senior Brother, don't go yet. Lock me up in confinement for me. I'm going out for a bit."

Shermö: "Huh?"

Is solitary confinement something that can be replaced by someone else?

After handing over her work and dutifully arranging for someone to take her place in jail, the young woman ran off to the outside world with a clear conscience.

Xie Mo stayed where he was, watching her hop and skip as if Hua Hua was about to fly away.

At that moment, he inexplicably became a left-behind child on the Cliff of Contemplation.

Not only did she stay behind, but there was another child left behind, constantly sparking electricity.

Xie Mo remained silent, seemingly empathizing with Ye Jin's agitated state. Only when Xiao Huahua was no longer in sight could he pick up the rune pen again, taking his junior sister's place in prison while continuing to draw runes for his junior brother.

Another half hour passed.

The ragged Cheng Jiangui kicked Ye Jin in.

"You're itching for a fight if you're not put in solitary confinement, aren't you? Well, then you'll be locked up for two months. Whenever Yunxi and the others get out, you can..."

Just recently, Cheng Jiangui was sleeping soundly when his cave and bed were inexplicably burned down by a certain scorching man. Even a few strands of his hair were burned off. He was furious when he saw Ye Jin and cursed as he walked away.

Upon reaching the Cliff of Contemplation, he spotted Xie Mo at a glance.

Cheng Jiangui's cursing stopped abruptly. He took two steps back, still puzzled, carrying Ye Jin, and muttered to himself, "Did I go the wrong way?"

It seems that in the eyes of the sect members, Xie Mo is someone who would never appear on the Cliff of Contemplation.

Cheng Jiangui rubbed his eyes and looked at the sign for the Cliff of Contemplation again and again until he finally made up his mind before coming in again.

The boy remained as obedient as ever. He put down his rune pen, sat in his wheelchair, and politely bowed, saying, "Master."

"!!!"

Cheng Jiangui looked at him, then at Ye Jin, which he was carrying.

He asked, "What are you doing here?"

"..."

Xie Mo couldn't think of a reply for a moment.

The commotion below the Cliff of Contemplation was too great, so Cheng Jiangui released Ye Jin and curiously went over to investigate.

To enjoy the spectacle of the rain of blossoms, Qi Jue happily poked more than ten holes in the black gold pig throughout the entire process.

The black pig could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground, its eyes closed, and it died on the spot.

Thankfully it's dead. If it had been tortured any longer, the black pig probably would have been forced to speak human language and curse him.

Qi Jue unleashed his spiritual power, breaking through the barrier in an instant, and thunderclouds rapidly gathered in the sky.

"He's reached the Golden Core stage!" Cheng Jiangui exclaimed in surprise. "Is my disciple really that amazing?"

A Foundation Establishment cultivator can single-handedly defeat a Golden Core stage demon beast, kill it, and then break through to the next realm and undergo tribulation. This whole process is indeed incredibly impressive.

Although Cheng Jiangui was unaware of the details, he couldn't help but raise his hand to applaud him, proudly putting his hands on his hips and saying smugly, "I knew all the disciples I took in were geniuses."

His gaze shifted, and Ye Jin, feeling much more comfortable after being confined, sat down next to him with practiced ease, looking up and their eyes met.

"..."

Cheng Jiangui remained silent, turned his back, and sighed with a sense of vicissitude: "Although there are some abnormalities as well."

Nightfall: "???"

"By the way," he asked, "where's Yunxi?"

Xie Mo pursed his lips, briefly considering how to phrase it.

The girl's clear voice came from outside the Cliff of Contemplation: "Yo-ho, I'm back!"

"?"

Cheng Jiangui turned back.

Yunxi appeared at the same spot where they had just entered the Cliff of Contemplation.

In other words, she came back from outside.

He was put in solitary confinement, but he still managed to sneak out?

A cluster of flower girls reappeared, and Xie Mo's lips twitched as he tried his best to hide his abnormality.

But he still tried to cover for the naughty kid.

Xie Mo: "Didn't you go to ask the Grand Elder a question?"

This question was meant for Cheng Jiangui's ears; the real purpose was to subtly tell Cheng Jiangui that his junior sister hadn't gone out to run around, but had some questions to ask, and that she had gone out to study.

Yunxi wisely chose to cooperate and nodded.

"Yes, yes."

"But I have too many questions."

Yunxi sighed. It was indeed more difficult to cultivate artifacts than to cultivate pills. Cultivating pills was easier because she felt that the steps of refining pills were similar to cooking. It was just a matter of cooking spiritual plants like vegetables and adding more seasonings (snake blood vine juice) if the taste was not right.

But for her, becoming a weapon repairman was like a scholar with no physical strength suddenly taking up a large cleaver and planning to build a house for himself. She had absolutely no experience, and everything was unfamiliar.

Yunxi had so many questions to ask, but seeing that it was almost dawn, and considering that Xie Mo had to attend his 8 a.m. mental cultivation class, she was extremely considerate and worried that Xie Mo would waste his time on her, so she returned home early.

Furthermore, Yunxi brought a new member to the Cliff of Contemplation, and introduced him in a friendly manner.

"I have too many questions, so I brought the Grand Elder back~"

"!!!"