Chapter 10: The Impotent Rage of the Poor After chatting for a while, the sword spirits found it boring and dispersed when they saw that she ignored them. Some flew to the main peak to gather information, some ran to the Law Enforcement Hall to watch the quarrel, and some ran to the Lotus Mountain Range to listen to gossip. In short, they did whatever they had to do. What was a very serious matter to Wei Wenxin was just a little bit interesting in their eyes. Wei Wenxin was stunned for a while, then found an empty lotus platform and sat on it cross-legged. If one day she also faces the challenge of sitting in meditation, which one will she choose? The most important thing is not which one she likes, but which immortal sword ancestor is more compatible with her natal sword. With the sword protecting her, her little Fentian will never be wronged. All kinds of strange thoughts flashed through her mind. The young sword spirit was in tune with her thoughts, and when it sensed these, it burst into tears in anger! It feels that it is so strong, how could it not be able to ascend? Wei Wenxin had to coax it for a long time, swearing that one day he would take it to the fairyland to see the world, and Fentian finally snorted and reluctantly calmed down. Wei Wenxin drank a large pot of water and couldn't help but sigh:
"I don't know how the conversation between Master and Grandmaster went..." It feels uncomfortable to passively wait for results. But she has no regrets. Everything in the world has a price. Whether passive or active, there is gain only when there is loss. Just like her strength, a large part of it comes from the Heavenly Fire Spirit that destroyed the entire Wei family. If she can let go of something like this, what else can she not let go of? She firmly believed that if she studied this project to the end, it would bring amazing benefits to the sect, but it was just a drop in the bucket. After practicing for a while, she couldn't calm down. She didn't want to continue and simply found a piece of grass, wrapped in a large cloak, and lay down. No matter how the talks went, she just needed to find a way to get the spirit stones. These magical swords were once just part of their owners' property. Although they have intelligence, most of the time they don't know how to take people's feelings into consideration, and each one speaks more bluntly than the other. If she asked them to fight, they could do it well based on their instinct, but if she asked them to teach her how to earn spirit stones, none of them could do it. She had been poor for more than two hundred years, and she had asked them about how to get out of poverty and become rich. But these ancestors only gave one suggestion: [Why don’t you go fight? ] In their memory, as long as they win a fight, they will have endless spirit stones to spend. [It would be nice if someone could give me some advice...] Unfortunately, there is no such business genius around me. Wei Wen was so upset that he rolled around in the grass. Suddenly, his toes kicked something. When I touched it, I found it was only half of a broken sword!
Broken swords can be found everywhere in the sword tomb. The key point is that the broken sword was actually a piece of old wild soul-nourishing wood! I don't know which ancestor with an unconventional sword style actually forged such a sword that can specifically harm the soul. To make a sword, the raw material must be at least a tree. It's so luxurious that it makes people jealous! "How could our ancestors be so rich? And I am always so poor!" Wei Wenxin stared at the soul-nourishing wood and became angry for no apparent reason! When you feel upset, you should use your flying sword. Fentian's mind was connected with hers, and a bright fire burning in it immediately burst out from his dantian. "Shh-" "Shh-" …… The eldest senior sister is keen on sword flying. No matter how much she stayed at home in the early years, she would go down the mountain every few years to participate in the sword flying activities held by the sect. Whenever she takes the stage, the cheers from her fans are as loud as the sea. As she got older, she became more stable, and she also found the same thing boring after doing it for too long, so she gradually stopped going. It's a rare sight to see her taking the lead, so the immortal swordsmen quickly followed, just to enjoy the speed and passion! Circle after circle. Even the immortal swords were tired, but she was still “Shua, swish, swish”. This caused the immortal swords to sigh in unison - [Alas, the poor man's impotent rage has begun again...] I don’t know how much time had passed, but Wei Wenxin sat back in his original position in a daze and took out the half-broken sword again. She was so annoyed that she could only use the limited conditions to develop a new project to entertain herself. If anyone else dared to touch anything here, they would definitely be beaten half to death by the immortal sword ancestors, but she didn't have to worry about that. Our own people~ Several swords gathered in the air, looking at Wei Wenxin and whispering: [This kid spends at least half a year hating the rich. I can't stand her any more!] [Please understand. Didn't she say she would pay the sect a large sum of money?] [Why don’t we mobilize our fellow disciples to donate money to her? ] [Isn’t this a bit embarrassing? ] [It doesn’t matter. We don’t have the face anyway.] [What you said makes sense, let’s do it! ] …… The sword spirits deliberately blocked her, and after whispering these words, they immediately slipped away. Wei Wenxin knew nothing about this. At this moment, the only thing in her eyes was the soul-nourishing wood.
These days, wild high-aged soul-nourishing trees are becoming increasingly rare. The quality of artificial cultivation is always not good enough. It was rare for Wei Wenxin to get such a good thing. Although it was a broken sword that had been refined, it didn't matter to her. As the moon set and the sun rose, she held the wooden sword in her palm. She doesn't need any instruments or light sources. She just needs to divide her spiritual sense into small enough parts. She was immersed in the microscopic world of the soul-nourishing tree, filled with infinite joy. Inspiration comes to my mind suddenly. Wei Wenxin is very decisive. As usual, he took off all his equipment, ignited the spiritual fire, and began to refine the weapon. [The younger generation is really poor and destitute, please don’t blame me, please don’t blame me…] At the same time, outside the busy Deacon Hall of the Wanjian Sect, a huge rock fell from the sky and pierced directly into the ground, standing firmly. A magic sword then appeared, and with a whoosh, it flattened the two sides of the boulder. With a few more whooshes, it carved words on both sides. The two lines of words were written in iron and silver strokes, with sword intent running wild. One line said "When one side is in trouble, all sides will come to its aid", and the other said "Let's donate money to our senior sister!". When the disciples passing by saw this, they were all stunned. When a low table flew under the boulder, a large wooden basin was placed on it with a "bang". A jeweled fairy sword had one end on the low table and the other end against the wall of the wooden basin. A lake green storage bag with white lotus embroidered on the hilt fluttered in the mountain breeze. Everyone then understood what was going on. The eldest senior sister destroyed the Cliff of Repentance, and all the disciples were discussing privately how the sect would deal with this matter. Some people said that the eldest sister would be captured and forced to mine until she died; some people said that the eldest sister would be married off in exchange for a gift; others said that the Deacon Hall had already drafted various high-risk missions, waiting for the eldest sister to do them... In any case, a large amount of compensation is required. The disciples were secretly so happy about the collapse of the Cliff of Repentance! In addition, there are countless people in the sect who admire the eldest sister, and they don’t want the eldest sister to suffer like that! Soon, the sparkling spirit stones began to pile up in the big wooden basin like rain! A white jade slip floated up next to the flying sword. Every time someone threw a spirit stone into the basin, there would be an additional record related to him on it, truly achieving transparent donations. This inspired everyone to donate generously. Today, the elders were all arguing in the Law Enforcement Hall and no one cared about this matter, so the stall had been set up for most of the day and still no one drove it away. Until midnight, there was still an endless stream of disciples coming to donate money. The first storage bag was quickly filled, followed by the second and third... The immortal swords were very excited! Look! If there is any problem, it is the ancestor who has to take action! The junior fellow woke up from a nap, rubbed his face against his childhood quilt in a daze, then sat up embarrassedly and stretched. I was worried that the senior sister would laugh at me, but now I think I was overthinking it.
Sure enough, the eldest sister was refining equipment again, her eyes shining, and I wonder what good idea she had. Yang Xingchen didn't disturb her and just practiced drawing talismans on the side. The two sisters and brothers were each busy with their own things, which was a way of getting along that they were very familiar with. The sun rises and the moon sets, back and forth. When life becomes long enough, people are often not sensitive to the passage of time. I don’t know how many days passed, but Wei Wenxin finally made a good thing! "Let's call you the Residual Soul Extractor for now!" Because she established her foundation too early, she still retains the appearance of a young girl. She has big eyes, a high nose bridge, a red mouth, snow-white skin, thick black hair, and two wild eyebrows that give her a fluffy feel. Even in the world of cultivation, she is one of the most beautiful women. At this moment, the beauty was gently stroking the strange thing in her hand, but she had a lewd smile on her face. Thinking of the past, Yang Xingchen couldn't help but shudder. My parents’ generation was crazy about Lin Qingxia and Wang Zuxian. I couldn’t appreciate the kind of beauty with a bit of heroism until I saw Chen Lijun. I felt that my aesthetic taste had changed. Now I really like this kind of beauty. Heroic, yet beautiful, decisive, pure-minded, and self-seeking… Senior Sister is a similar person. Recently, I feel that my dreams are full of material. (End of this chapter)