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Yunxi obediently stood on the sword, and with a "whoosh," she took off.

Before leaving, she made sure to say goodbye to Xie Mo politely, "Second Senior Brother, I'm leaving."

"I'll bring you back a souvenir~"

Shemer: ? ? ?

What are souvenirs?

I watched the two of them leave.

Xie Mo tilted his head and laughed again, exclaiming, "This is the first time I've seen Ye Jin admit defeat. How rare!"

He said softly, "She has joined the sect."

In the blink of an eye, Cheng Jiangui appeared behind Xie Mo, beaming with pride: "I knew you could do it, kid."

Compared to a sleazy middle-aged man like him, Xie Mo's character, who is beautiful, strong, and tragic, is more likely to make people lower their guard.

Xie Mo wasn't particularly happy about the praise.

To persuade Yunxi to stay, they put on a show.

The boy gripped the wheelchair armrests tightly, staring in the direction the two had disappeared: "Junior Sister is only at the Qi Refining stage?"

Cheng Jiangui immediately adopted a profound and unfathomable demeanor: "Don't underestimate her just because of her low cultivation level. She is the disciple that the Ancestor asked me to find in a dream."

Xie Mo's eyelashes trembled slightly, his expression becoming even more bizarre: "Are you sure you didn't bring the wrong person this time?"

This kind of mistaken identity might seem absurd to others, but it makes perfect sense to Cheng Jiangui.

After all, Cheng Jiangui had already misled someone before. The ancestor had asked him in a dream to bring back a girl with a divine-grade lightning spiritual root. He brought back a boy, who also had a lightning spiritual root, but his spiritual root was of the highest grade. Although it was only one word different from divine-grade, the difference was enormous.

Later, the boy became his fourth disciple, while the girl with the divine-grade lightning spiritual root seemed to have entered the neighboring Qingyun Sect and become their personal disciple...

After learning the ending, the ancestor cursed again in his dream, and Cheng Jiangui knelt facing the wall on the Cliff of Contemplation, crying and wailing for a year.

Xie Mo wasn't worried that Cheng Jiangui would bring the wrong person and have to kneel for several more years.

He was just a little worried that their ancestor, who had ascended to heaven early and was still burdened with worries and troubles in another world, would be so angry that he would die of anger.

"..."

After a brief silence, Cheng Jiangui rolled his eyes: "Am I such an unreliable person?"

At first, he was also scared. He was on tenterhooks every day while guarding the outside of the secret area, afraid of missing anything.

But finding a junior apprentice is actually quite easy, and you won't make a mistake.

Cheng Jiangui specially used a recording stone to record the people who entered and left the Dragon Vein Secret Realm, and reviewed and summarized them every night. It can be said that these people left a deep impression on him and were unforgettable.

He knew perfectly well that 128 people had paid for tickets to the Dragon Vein Secret Realm, and those who came out of the realm…

There are 129 people.

Cheng Jiangui raised an eyebrow, reaching out to stroke Xie Mo's soft, long hair with a smug grin: "Yun hope just happens to be the extra one, do you know what that means?"

"..."

After a moment of silence, Xie Mo turned her head away from him and said succinctly, "She didn't pay."

She smuggled herself in.

Cheng Jiangui: "...Get out of here."

……

As Ye Jin wielded his sword, he questioned the meaning of life.

Who is he?

Where is he?

What is he doing?

The boy couldn't understand why he had become a coachman, while the child his master had taken in acted as if he were seeing the world for the first time, showing no fear whatsoever, with bright eyes and a face full of excitement.

"..." Ye Jin pursed his lips, not wanting to disturb her.

But it flew very steadily, as if afraid she would fall.

This was the second time Yunxi had been carried by someone, and the experience was completely different from the last time, since the last time she was in a sack.

This time, I truly experienced the beauty of the cultivation world—the scenery was beautiful, the air was fresh, and the people were wonderful.

The Xuan Sword beneath his feet was the one he had just received from the welfare hall. Logically, it should belong to Yun Xi, but Ye Jin used it with great ease and casualness.

Yunxi asked curiously, "Third Senior Brother, where's your sword?"

In the book, Nightfall should have a spirit sword of decent quality, which appeared once at the end. Um, what was it called again?

She forgot...

The young man wielding the sword in front of him froze: "Don't ask."

Nightfall said that he never needed to use his natal spirit sword to deal with such easy targets.

He usually steals other people's swords to prevent them from acting recklessly.

The child behind him studied his sword-wielding movements, his face filled with wonder.

He glanced back and found it somewhat amusing: "Only those at the Foundation Establishment stage can fly on swords; you can't learn it now."

"Oh"

Yunxi immediately gave up, saying that if she couldn't learn it, then she wouldn't learn it.

-

Lingxiao Sect is located west of Tianshui City. Further west lies the endless Cangqiong Sea, and to the north is Canghai City, Yunxi's hometown.

To the south is the Qingyun Sect, and to the east is the Medicine King Sect.

There's a small night market here, which gets very lively as dusk approaches, with rows of stalls packed full of customers.

Ye Jin followed behind his junior sister, acting as her bodyguard with a cold face, and the effect was surprisingly good.

She wanted to study how to grow spiritual plants, so she bought ten flowerpots, and the flowerpot seller shakily gave her twenty more.

She wanted to try whether snake blood vine could be used as fertilizer, so she bought two kitchen knives to chop it up and bury it in the soil. The knife seller abandoned his stall and ran away.

Yunxi chased the man for three blocks with a kitchen knife before finally stuffing the money into his hand.

Yunxi: "..."

Her third senior brother seems to be far too infamous...

Ye Jin was quite used to it. Even in the most crowded market, he could always keep himself out of the two-meter radius. This kind of exclusive treatment was not something that ordinary people could enjoy.

The boy's expression was indifferent: "Hurry up and buy it."

"……OK"

Ye Jin was Cheng Jiangui's third disciple. After joining the sect, he had a senior sister who never left the sect and a second senior brother who was seriously ill.

Adding to his own flawed spiritual root, he has been convinced for many years that the people Cheng Jiangui brought back were definitely not normal people.

The seemingly cute junior sister might just be a serial killer.

He was very pleased to see Yunxi buy a knife; it felt great to chop people with a kitchen knife.

He saw Yunxi buying flowerpots, well... throwing flowerpots at people is actually quite something...

He saw Yunxi buying clothes... well, there's nothing wrong with that, killing someone once and getting a new outfit to avoid being hunted down.

Yunxi didn't think as much as he did; she simply prepared a few outfits to change into.

Today, the fabric store is offering a discount; buy a complete set and receive a free gift.

Male customers give small wooden carvings as gifts, while female customers give dolls of various colors.

The little doll has no spiritual power; it's just a toy, assembled from scraps of cloth that nobody wanted. In this day and age, it's already quite remarkable that a doll of this quality could be sewn.

The journey down from Lingxiao Sect was far too long, and Yunxi, too lazy to go through the trouble, simply bought over a dozen sets of black robes.

Thank you to my great-grandmother for her generous sponsorship.

Anyway, these cultivators' robes can change size, so she'll need them sooner or later.

Each set comes with a plush toy—yellow, green, and gray—all very cute.

No sooner had she left the fabric shop than her aloof third senior brother launched into a sarcastic remark.

"This fabric shop offers a discount every three days, and each time they give away these little trinkets..."

"The green doll is the ugliest, the pink one is barely acceptable, but unfortunately they don't have it today, you got ripped off."

"ha?"

Yunxi stopped in her tracks, bewildered: "Third Senior Brother, how did you know all this?"

"..."

The boy was suddenly speechless, and looked up at the sky in frustration: "Have you finished buying?"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute."

Yunxi ran back to the fabric shop, and a little while later she came running out again, mysteriously pulling out a rare pink rag doll from behind her back, showing it off in front of him like a child:

"Ta-da! Look, look!"

"..."

Nightfall's pupils dilated, and he became even more silent.

A few seconds later, she finally asked, "Where did this pink come from?"

"The dolls are all in the storeroom. I asked if there were any other colors, and the shopkeeper changed them for me~" Yunxi blinked innocently.

She took all the rag dolls out of the mustard bag.

Green, red, pink, purple, blue...

A wide variety of styles.

The pink doll is definitely cuter.

"..." Ye Jin didn't say anything more, and turned to walk out.

The cloth shop was located in the bustling city center; they had to leave the city center to fly back to their sect on their swords.

"Third Senior Brother?"

Yunxi jogged after her.

Why are you angry all of a sudden?

Yunxi glanced at the doll, then at him, trying to understand what he was thinking.

After a moment, she stuffed the cutest pink rag doll into Ye Jin's arms: "This is for you."

"..." Nightfall rolled his eyes, his expression indifferent: "This kind of stuff is only good for kids..."

But for some reason, Yunxi noticed that the boy's forced smile seemed...

I'm starting to lose control.

He seems to really like this pink plush doll...

Yunxi, understanding the situation, gave him a way out: "Third Senior Brother, please accept this. It's a gift from me to you as we first met."

She sighed, "My family is poor, so this is all I can give you. These things aren't worth much, they're just a small token of my appreciation. If you don't accept them, it means you're looking down on me..."

Ye Jin turned around and reluctantly stuffed all the toys he used to amuse the child into the mustard seed bag.

He maintained his aloof, cold expression: "Alright then~"