12dz Chapter 133 Reunion.
Chapter 133 Reunion.
"Oh, seniors, welcome." As soon as they entered the Treasure Pavilion of the Star-Picking Chamber of Commerce, the Foundation Establishment stage manager came up to greet them, cupping his hands to Leng Huan and Fu Xun, who was a Golden Core cultivator, and politely welcoming them.
"I'd like to see some talismans and magical artifacts..." Leng Huan smiled and nodded, indeed intending to buy some consumables. "Do you have any concealment artifacts similar to the Concealment Talisman?"
The manager, with a friendly expression, said, "Yes, our shop has all sorts of concealment artifacts. Which one would you like, senior?"
Generally, low-quality crafting tools are called magic tools, which are consumables. They explode after a few uses, so it's not a big deal. However, high-quality and powerful magic tools are called magic treasures. High-level magic tools meet the requirements of low-level magic treasures. In legends, there are also divine artifacts and immortal artifacts.
For example, a Celestial-grade sword is considered a top-tier magic weapon and can recognize its master. However, Leng Huan's concealment magic weapon can only be considered mid-grade, as it is essentially useless against Nascent Soul cultivators.
Furthermore, Fu Xun's inherited jade disc is a divine artifact with potential for further development.
Most cultivators use magical artifacts and talismans when traveling, and even that is considered a luxury. Magical treasures are extremely expensive, and you can only find them in spirit stones.
Of course, even the poorest high-level cultivators have one or two magic treasures. Leng Huan mainly wants to buy them to give to Leng Yan. Golden Core Guardians can't follow her all the time, so it's better to have more protective measures.
After looking around for a while, Leng Huan chose a concealment magic treasure suitable for Leng Yan's current use, which could block the divine sense detection of cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage, and a high-level defensive magic weapon that could withstand three Golden Core attacks.
After spending hundreds of thousands of spirit stones, as Leng Huan led his people back, Leng Yan hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but ask when they were almost at the Immortal Guest House: "Um, Sister Huan, wasn't this too extravagant?"
Leng Huan shook his head: "Of course not, people are more important than spirit stones. Be careful when you're out and about."
Seeing that she had become more composed recently, Leng Huan patted her shoulder and said, "Work hard in your cultivation. When you become a high-level cultivator, you can earn money to pay me back."
At that time, Murong Bao watched his fiancée throw herself into Leng Huan's arms with reluctance, and asked Leng Huan to take good care of Leng Yan. If anything went wrong, wouldn't he be letting him down?
After thinking this through, Leng Huan turned his gaze to Fu Xun and smiled slightly, "Junior brother, could you please make a few attack talismans later?"
High-level cultivators possess immense power and can precisely control their spiritual energy, sealing their offensive power within special blank talismans.
Leng Huan originally wanted to try making it herself, but since Fu Xun was there as free labor, she figured she might as well use him; the Nascent Soul cultivator's attacks were much stronger than hers.
Leng Yan: "..." Is it appropriate to treat a Nascent Soul Venerable like this?
Fu Xun readily agreed: "Okay."
He didn't know why, but ever since he went to the Huanyue Immortal Sect, Leng Huan had subtly distanced herself from him, rarely asking him to do anything or helping him with anything. She had changed—
Did it start from that time?
I initially thought it was because she had truly resumed her traditional feminine attire, and they were avoiding suspicion by acting this way, but now I realize it wasn't for that reason.
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Upon returning to Xiankeju, Wang Chen found a happy Shen Hanyan and finally woke up.
Seeing Leng Huan happily lifting her skirt and running upstairs, Fu Xun listlessly let out an "Oh"—probably because of the man surnamed Wang.
It's a mistake to use vinegar to express longing; in the end, all that remains is a page full of heartache...
wrong!
Long Aotian was filled with resentment, a dark glint in his eyes as he plotted how to make a living person disappear without a trace.
...
"Fellow Daoist Wang, you've finally recovered!" Leng Huan carefully examined Wang Chen, who was a typical patient recovering from a serious illness. His face had regained its color, and he looked much better.
He slept for three days and three nights, and only with the help of external forces did his internal injuries barely recover. As the young master of Xinyi Valley, Shen Hanyan had plenty of good medicine and gave it to him for free. After taking the Black Jade Life-Saving Pill, his internal injuries were almost completely healed. He just needed to go into seclusion to recuperate.
Wang Chen became excited upon seeing Leng Huan, clutching his chest and coughing, "Cough, you..." But then he saw Fu Xun following behind her, and he abruptly stopped speaking, "Cough cough cough!"
"I have some private matters I'd like to discuss with Fellow Daoist Leng..." Wang Chen's eyes hurt whenever he saw Fu Xun. This time, he was taking the blame for Long Aotian. What bad luck!
Leng Huan knew he had something to say, and she also had something to ask, "Junior brother, why don't you go back to your room first..."
After Wang Chen's serious injury, Shen Hanyan no longer cared about those trivial matters. She was also certain that Wang Chen and Leng Huanzhen were just friends (?). She looked at the expressionless Fu Xun, shrugged, uttered a "hmm", and then turned and stepped out of the room.
Fu Xun stared at Leng Huan for a moment, then turned and left without saying anything.
Leng Huan felt a tremor in her heart from Wang Chen's meaningful glance, but she quickly shook off her chaotic thoughts and looked at Wang Chen to ask what she most wanted to know.
"Holy crap! You still say you didn't have any props! That prop of your Giant of Light was amazing the other day, what happened to you guys?"
At this moment, there were only the two of them in the room. It was the superior room of the Immortal Guest House. As long as the door was closed, the restriction would automatically open, preventing the divine senses below the Nascent Soul stage from spying on them.
Wang Chen finally unleashed the pent-up profanity he'd been holding back for days: "Fuck your mother, God! I've had the worst luck imaginable in my life...%%～$～"
He was spitting as he cursed, his face flushed with excitement, and his whole body trembling. Leng Huan had already retreated several feet away, avoiding his barrage of spittle.
After he finished cursing, Leng Huan roughly understood why he was so angry. He knew that he had experienced the miserable fate of Long Aotian, and he couldn't help but feel great sympathy for him.
It wasn't even appropriate to bring up the props right now. After a long silence, Leng Huan could only comfort him first: "Fortunately, nothing serious happened. Perhaps it was fate that you ran into us right after you escaped. In the end, Fu Xun dealt with that burial Taoist, otherwise Shen Hanyan might not have been able to escape unscathed."
Wang Chen calmed down a bit, but he was still indignant: "Damn it! I've saved up points for years, and now I'm back to square one!"
Leng Huan said enviously, "It's so great that you guys have a system! You have experience pills to boost your cultivation, and you can use items when things get dangerous. If you just collect some more yourself, you'll never have to worry about not improving your cultivation level!"
Wang Chen was speechless: "You didn't even mention how annoying it is to do missions! Never mind, Han Yan has already sent a message back to the sect. The sect's higher-ups will take note of the matter concerning the Demon Clan."
Leng Huan: "We don't have the energy to deal with what comes next. Our priority is to go into seclusion and improve our cultivation. I need to go to the South Sea. What are your plans?"
Wang Chen meditated and circulated his spiritual energy, closing his eyes slightly. "Han Yan and I will head south to go into seclusion and wait for the next plot to begin. The further we go, the more dangerous it will become. If your cultivation level is too low, you will become cannon fodder. Even hiding in a sect may not be safe. That's all I have to say. I remind you again to improve your cultivation level as soon as possible."
"I understand." Leng Huan accepted his well-intentioned reminder.
but---
"There's just one thing... I can't just be tied to Long Aotian for nothing, can I? Some things are hard to say. Fu Xun doesn't seem to have turned evil yet. So, that wish value strategy might be useful, but I have my own things to do. Deceiving Long Aotian isn't that easy! You have to give me a tool. I don't want to die yet."
Wang Chen: "..."
Knowing that she was not easily fooled now, Wang Chen nodded with a heavy heart after a long while, and said through gritted teeth, "Okay, but you must earn as many wish points as possible. Just coax Long Aotian however you want. I will save all the points I promised you, and I will not touch them unless my life is in danger."
Leng Huan finally cheered a little: "You're a good friend."
Wang Chen sighed in frustration: "Is this my system or your system?"
Leng Huan stared back at him with a deathly gaze: "Is this your mission or mine?"
Wang Chen: "Fine, fine, fine! You're my ancestor!"
Leng Huan scoffed, "Who the hell is your ancestor? Forget it, enough nonsense. When I need that item, I'll probably be out of a job by then. I'll come looking for you then. Don't forget me when you're rich and powerful!"
Wang Chen: "..."
No matter what she says, she's right. This girl is really hard to deal with.
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They continued discussing the plot's direction for a while longer. Finally, the two transmigrated souls, who had come from different worlds and met in another world, looked at each other speechlessly, and then suddenly sighed to the heavens in unison.
"Friend, take good care of your injuries first. I won't be accompanying you south; we must go ahead first, and we'll meet again."
Now that he was awake, Leng Huan decided to leave first.
Wang Chen glanced at her and nodded: "Okay."
After Leng Huan finished speaking, he got up and walked to the door, where he heard Wang Chen's voice: "Fellow villager, until we meet again."
As she raised her hand to rest on the door latch, she heard him say again, "To accept what is inevitable and to do as it comes is the highest virtue. Farewell, my friend."
Years have passed, but the green hills remain and the clear waters flow on.
As long as we live in this world, we will always meet again.
Leng Huan didn't turn around, only paused for a moment, then continued opening the door, whispering before stepping over the threshold, "You too..."
Everyone works hard on the road, and they travel with the same wind even though they are thousands of miles apart.
The door closed.
—Even many years later, when Leng Huan recalled that scene, he could only sigh and say, "At the time, I thought it was just an ordinary scene."