Chapter 11: Which company has the best technology for relying on parents? "Master sister, what are you doing?" Yang Xingchen was practicing not far away. After completing a cycle, he opened his eyes and saw this scene. Past experience told him that the senior sister was going to cause trouble again, and he couldn't help but feel terrified. Wei Wenxin didn't bother to pay attention to him. She was immersed in her own world, muttering to herself: "They are all the natal spirit swords that have signed soul contracts with our predecessors. When the souls and spirits are intertwined, even if they actively break the contract, there should be residual souls left behind. A passing goose leaves traces, and a passing wind leaves sounds. It is unreasonable that such a high-level wild soul-nourishing tree cannot absorb even a tiny bit of the broken soul..." As long as she has a little Momo, she can make something happen. "What if a senior leaves in a hurry, leaving behind debts to be collected, leaving behind courtyards to be explained, or leaving clues to treasures to be hidden..." Hearing this and realizing what she was trying to do, Yang Xingchen stood up abruptly. This is too disrespectful to our seniors! The person has been dead for so long, and even the remaining soul has to be scraped out to search for money. It is really a great sin for our ancestors to have to deal with her! Before he could even open his mouth, the senior sister flew away in the blink of an eye with her hair disheveled and barefoot.
The poor junior brother couldn’t fly yet, so he could only chase after him on his sword. The gap in cultivation level is too huge, how can I catch up in such a short time? Fortunately, the sword tomb is this small, so we can avoid losing it. Wei Wenxin continued to mutter to himself as he flew: "This thing consumes a lot of spiritual energy, and I don't know how many times it can be used. This level of soul-nourishing wood is hard to come by, and I don't know when I can make another one. I have to find a sword that looks like it has a lot of money!" Judging from the standards of the natal sword, the sword cultivator and the sword grow together. If the master is rich, the quality of the sword will naturally be higher. After careful selection, Wei Wenxin finally chose a unique sword with an exaggerated shape, rich spiritual light, the highest grade, and no intelligence yet. After all, it’s your first time, and if you’re not skilled in the operation, you might accidentally take out the sword spirit of the magic sword, just like taking off someone’s clothes, which would be quite embarrassing. Of course, the most important thing is that if you make Xianjian angry, she may not be able to beat you. The residual soul extractor is based on the soul-nourishing wood and combines a variety of materials to create many probe threads. As soon as those probe threads approach the sword, they wrap it tightly. Many immortal swords had been observing this place curiously, and when they saw her strange behavior, they immediately came over: [Hey, Xiao Wei, Xiao Wei, what are you doing now? ] [Hey, if you ignore me, I'm going to beat you up! ] [Hey, if you ignore me again, I will beat up your junior brother! ] Wei Wenxin glanced at the sword and smiled sinisterly: "I just developed a new product. Do you want to try it first?" The immortal swords all flew away. Her strange inventions, just the flying sword launcher, were enough for them to experience. They have learned their lesson now, and will wait and see for a while before knowing the specific effects. Speaking of the flying sword launcher, it was several decades ago that an immortal sword went to Wanjian City at the foot of the mountain to watch the flying sword competition. When he came back, he recalled the joy he had when he participated in the competition with his master and missed it very much. They can also fly, but the feeling of flying by themselves and flying with their owners is different. Wei Wenxin was very considerate. After knowing their troubles, he specially made a flying sword launcher for them.
At the operating lever, a certain amount of spiritual energy is compressed and then released instantly. The human body cannot withstand it, but for these immortal swords, you only need to sit at the launch port and launch it instantly, and then you can enjoy the joy of free flight in zero gravity. The idea is great, and it really flies very far. But either there is something in their flight path that they need to avoid on their own, or they fly too far and take a very long time to fly back. They hate being away from home for too long. A moment of happiness required several days of running around to fill in, and some people even came to ask for compensation, so that the younger generation of the sect would always sigh around them after taking out the spirit stones. That feeling is still terrifying when I think about it. The immortal swords scattered, and Yang Xingchen finally caught up with them. Just as he caught his breath, before he could say anything, the senior sister told him to go and watch at the entrance. Yang Xingchen was reluctant, but he also knew the priorities and went to the entrance obediently. No one can stop the eldest senior sister from doing what she wants to do. He just hopes that she won't make too much noise this time, otherwise he, who is watching the wind, will be in trouble again. Hey! This is a valley. From time to time, there are immortal sword ancestors circling in the air, and generally no one dares to fly down from their heads. All we have to do is guard the entrance and avoid being caught by disciples from other sects. Without any worries, Wei Wenxin took action immediately. This is a big project. With her spiritual power reserves approaching that of the late Nascent Soul stage, she had to rely on her ability to multitask, cultivating on the one hand, absorbing spiritual power into her body while slowly outputting it, and only then did she achieve her goal with a pale face before her spiritual power ran out. I saw the image of a man with a tall hat and a wide belt, dressed in an extravagant manner, slowly condensing on the hilt of the sword. The image was much clearer than Wei Wenxin had imagined. She could even see the small mole at the corner of the other person's eye clearly. The man seemed to have just woken up and was still a little dazed. As soon as the image took shape, he looked around and finally fixed his gaze on Wei Wenxin. He looked a little dull. This was a tiny bit of residual soul left behind after the contract was signed with the natal immortal sword. After being processed by the residual soul extractor, its eyes looked a little dull. Wei Wenxin expressed his full understanding. The atmosphere in the cultivation world has become more and more liberal in recent years, and people dress in all kinds of styles. Just by looking at his attire, Wei Wenxin couldn't tell when he was born. But she, Wei, doesn't care about these details. Her mind was now full of how to make a fortune. Fearing that the remaining soul would not be able to hold out for much longer, she quickly performed the junior salute and began to talk business: "Grandfather, I have collapsed the Siguo Cliff. I have to pay a large amount of spiritual stones to the sect, but I am too poor! Before you passed away, did you leave any treasures behind? Can you give them to me? Please, help me!" It doesn't matter whether it is direct or not. A person who had long been dead could not come back to life to beat her up, so Wei Wenxin was too lazy to make up a lie. The remnant soul has no ability to think. If you want money, you can't just say you want money. You have to say why you want money, and the reason for asking for money must be sufficient to make sense. Only if it conforms to logic will it avoid causing the residual soul to collapse. Only by preserving the integrity of the remaining soul as much as possible can we get more information. When she heard that the Cliff of Repentance had been dug down by her, the image flashed uncontrollably.
"You collapsed the Cliff of Repentance?" The sound seemed to come from far away, with a special buzzing sound that required very careful listening to be heard clearly. It really is a remnant soul! The quality is so poor! There can be no further delay! Wei Wenxin spoke very quickly, fearing that he would not have enough time to ask what he wanted, so he focused on the word "valuable": "This matter is a bit complicated. Please think about it first. Do you have anything valuable to give me?" "Who are you?" The remnant soul asked again. Well, since he asked, I have to answer. Otherwise, if I don’t get an answer, he will probably leave immediately. Besides, verifying one's identity before handing over treasures is also a basic operation. Wei Wenxin bowed again and said simply, "I am the 683rd generation of the Wanjian Sect, the chief disciple Wei Wenxin." Afraid that he would still be troubled by the issue of his identity, Wei Wenxin first took out his disciple token and showed it to him, then counted his lineage of masters for dozens of generations. I don't know which key name he heard, but the figure smiled faintly: "By the bank of Ruoye Creek, at Tukong Mountain, about 120,000 years ago, I discovered a very small spiritual stone mine..." Senior Sister: ('ω') It is indeed more comfortable to rely on your parents for support! (End of this chapter)
