Wu Zhuoyan always acts without hesitation. As soon as she said she would help Li Xiaolou release the control spirit script, she immediately examined the mark left on her body after the script was cast.
Just as she had said, there was no immediate progress, and she needed to prepare some things. Moreover, her current status was after all still a formal disciple of the Wuji Sect, and she had to help out in the dining hall at the Lingju Mountain. Therefore, she could only tell Li Xiaolou that she needed to wait for her to finish her morning class before coming to find herself.
The inner disciples of Wuji Sect were all required to attend early morning courses for self-cultivation. Li Xiaolou had chosen to become a body refiner, as she was now a four-jing root and her attributes were incompatible. The cultivation method of body refining is not very high in requirements for spiritual roots, and more emphasis is placed on the heart nature and resilience of the cultivator.
Li Xiaolou took out the jar of mustard seeds from her waist, wiped off the spiritual awareness mark, and then handed it to Wu Zhuyan: "Senior sister, these are what I've saved over the past half year. Although not much, you can use them however you like, and take them all."
"Okay." Wu Zhuyan, who had only five jing stone as her entire fortune, didn't say any refusal. She even joked: "I'm now a poor ghost, and I can only rely on you to support me."
"Cough cough." Li Xiaolou cleared her throat, but her smile on the face couldn't be contained. She corrected earnestly, "Senior sister, you weren't rich before either. In order to support Qierman and Shuangce, the money in your purse never exceeded ten thousand jing stones."
Wu Zhuyan slowly covered her heart.
So heartbreaking? She had no much jing stone before, but she had many other good things!
Before Wu Zhuyan could say another word, Li Xiaolou turned and slipped away, waving her hand at her carelessly. Her steps were light and quick, her silhouette exuding elation as she called out with a drawn-out voice, "I'm leaving first—"
Wu Zhuyan shook her head helplessly, smiling and frowning. She hung the mustard seed jar on her waist and headed towards Lingju Mountain.
Before she researches a method to release the control spirit script, she can first inquire about the conditions of other people in her sect.
Right, she needs to figure out a way to go down the mountain and visit the brothel in Tianshui City. That place is where cultivators trade, including merchants, shops, and dark markets. If she wants to buy or sell something, gather information, or find someone to help her with something, she can go there.
While planning her actions, Wu Zhuyan returned to her residence on Lingju Mountain.
This area is inhabited by outer disciples and named disciples, with a row of single dwellings in each courtyard, numbering a dozen or so. However, when she arrived yesterday, she did not see anyone else.
As soon as Wu Zhuyan stepped outside one of the courtyards, she heard several angry curses.
"Wow wow wow, do you think you're still the master of the Pei family? Just a homeless dog that's been kicked out, what are you showing off here!"
"Can't you see what kind of identity you have now? Without the Pei family, you're nothing but a waste! Since you're an outer disciple like us, behave properly and do as you're told!"
"That's right! If you hand over the things, I'll let you off today. Otherwise... hehe"
Following the sound, Wu Zhuyan looked over and saw five or six outer disciples with black eyes and swollen faces gathered around a thousand-year-old ginkgo tree in the courtyard. Originally, their appearances were not very clear, but their eyes were filled with anger and malice.
The young man, who was being targeted by them, looked like he was about eighteen or nineteen years old. His pale blue clothes were stained with dust and blood. His eyebrows and eyes were handsome, and his nose was prominent. His eyes were filled with a cold and rebellious temperament, making him look like a fierce and unyielding wolf pup.
"Hey." Seeing that the several outer disciples still wanted to fight, Wu Zhuyan raised her chin towards them: "Those over there, I'm kindly reminding you that item No. 372 of the Wuji Sect's third hundred and seventy-two regulations prohibits private disputes among disciples."
The few people were surprised and looked over together. After they saw the dress on her body, they all let out a mocking sneer: "A mere named disciple dares to bother us? Quickly get out! Or else we'll clean you up too!"
They even threatened with a final word: "Don't try to play the part of an emperor with chicken feathers. If I find out this gets out, you'll have a taste of your own medicine!"
Wu Zhuyan was amused by their words and pointed to them with her fingers, making a careless mockery: "You six against one, not only did you fail to defeat him, but you were also beaten up like that. How can you give me something to eat? Cry and kneel for me to eat?"
"Not capable of saying big things but loving to boast, if your mouth skills have three to be able to go to the construction foundation, it won't be so pitiful."
The few people were pierced to the heart by those words.
Because their spiritual roots, family background, and natural talent and understanding were all average, they could only be outer disciples in Wuji Sect. They formed a small group of like-minded people and exploited other outer disciples to gain higher cultivation through taking away their things.
Unexpectedly, they fell into the ditch today!
The leader of the group had the highest cultivation level, already at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. He felt as if his cheeks had been slapped dozens of times, burning and painful. In an instant, he was filled with shame and anger and roared, "Fine! Not wanting to accept a feast but to accept a punishment! Today I'll make you remember this well!"
After saying that, he waved his hand, and the five of them followed him and charged towards Wu Zhuyan.
The boy's brow furrowed with impatience, blocking Wu Zhuyan's way at a faster speed. He turned around and coldly scolded her, "Stay out of trouble. Just go away!"
The few people in the group were all wielding magical tools, though they were of low level, they were sufficient for cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage. The boy, however, was unarmed and seemed to have no spiritual energy left, relying solely on a reckless and fierce determination to hold his ground.
Wu Zhuyan retreated a step, scanning the boy's wrist, and slightly furrowed her brow. That looked like... a lock on the spiritual force?
She didn't have time to look closely. She took out a "borrowing spirit charm" from the Mustard Seed Bag and activated it with spirit power. Using the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree, she directly drew out vines, which were as thick as wrists and wove like snakes, silently but relentlessly surging towards the six people.
Someone noticed the falling shadow and turned around, pale with fear: "What is this thing?"
The others also screamed in alarm and instinctively swung their swords, but they were ineffective. The newly sprouted vines were a little pale, twisting and stretching towards them,binding them tightly and hanging them upside down.
The several people who were immobile were terrified and wailed: "Help! Help me!"
The boy instinctively stepped back several steps and assumed a defensive posture. Seeing that the vines swept past him directly, he slowly turned to look at Wu Zhuyan, his eyes filled with caution and suspicion: "Is it you?"
Wu Zhuyan had an innocent expression: "I don't know."
"Ah." She waved her hand towards the boy: "No matter who it is, as long as good deeds have been done, we should leave while they are trapped.”
The boy thought for a moment and followed Wu Zhuyan out with a cautious expression.
"My name is Amin." Thinking about what those people said earlier, Wu Zhuyan asked: "Are you from the Pei family? The Zecaoren Pei family?"
This puzzled her a bit, as Zecaoren Pei family is one of the most famous secular families in the southern celestial realm of Xianzhuo, how could they be willing to send their child to Wuji Sect in Xiling State as an outer disciple?
However, it concerns the other party's family affairs, and she didn't want to pry too much.
As Wu Zhuyan spoke, the boy was observing her. He saw that she had a calm expression, like a clear wind without any malice or curiosity.
The boy was silent for a moment and replied, "Yes, my name is Pei Wuyu."
Wu Zhuyan didn't ask about the Pei family, but curiously asked, "Why did those people bother you? It sounds like they wanted to seize something?"
Pei Wuyu answered nonchalantly, "Are you new here?"
Wu Zhuyan nodded.
The sunlight shone down on Pei Wuyu's face, creating a beautiful, cold luster. However, his pitch-black irises were filled with shadows, like a bottomless abyss. He reminded coldly, "Keep your distance from those people."
Seeing that the other party did not want to say, Wu Zhuyan laughed: "Alright, I'll remember."
Pei Wuyu turned away and left without a word, taking long strides.
Wu Zhuyan didn't say anything either, turned around and walked towards her own courtyard, returned to her room, closed the door behind her, and put down several restrictions before sitting down at the table to count the things in the Mustard Seed Bag.
She used her spirit consciousness to thoroughly explore inside and found that there wasn't much inside. There were several thousand pieces of spirit stones, medium and low-grade spirit herbs, spirit pills, a stack of amulets, and a few low-level magical artifacts.
Hmm, it seems that little junior sister has had a tough time these days.
