Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 44 I am kind
"Where did it come from?" Wang Chen was surprised.
If the thing in Xiaoyao's hand is called a spirit stone, then the stone that he had treated as a treasure and absorbed the spiritual power from with great pleasure is not even qualified to be called a broken stone in the toilet.
"In the ring." Xiaoyao stared with big eyes.
Looking at the luxurious ring on the white finger, Wang Chen stared at the familiar little face with wide eyes, his heart beating.
When a person is professional in something, he will have an inexplicable charm, which will attract people's attention and make them ignore his original shortcomings.
It is just like a short master’s height is naturally ignored, an ugly hero has an imposing temperament, a grumpy master is unique, and a saint who cannot stand is still great.
For example, Xiaoyao now, although she has a sharp tongue, she is professional in taking out rings.
Although she is not good at flattering others, she is very professional at taking out rings.
Although she is a big eater, she is very professional when it comes to buying rings.
Wang Chen felt that all her shortcomings were unimportant; the key was that she could afford the ring.
After a while, most of Murong Xumu's ring was emptied.
The first thing Wang Chen harvested was this top-grade spirit stone, which reminded him of the Yuanling Stone he had heard of many times.
At first he thought that these might be different names for spirit stones in different environments. Now he realized that the so-called Yuan Lingshi might be referring to the top-grade one in front of him.
It goes without saying that this must be the currency used among high-level practitioners.
The exquisite stone without a trace of impurities also made him realize the gap between himself and high-level cultivators.
Originally, I thought that by leaving the mountains and becoming a cultivator, I would be able to win the respect of cultivators like Qingliu, and would also be able to kill the powerful monsters that were unimaginable in Huangpo Village. This meant that I had already stepped into the door of the cultivation world.
However, now, a piece of Yuanling Stone in front of him made him face the reality: there are differences between cultivators, just like there are differences between people.
High-level cultivators can freeze the heaven and earth with a wave of their hands, and naturally they can also make the sea of fire explode, just like the vain brother playing with ice in front of him. The spells, magic weapons, and even currency they use are simply unimaginable to ordinary cultivators.
Low-level cultivators fought tooth and nail for some animal skins, bones, and a dozen spirit stones of inferior flying swords, even at the cost of their lives.
It seems that the principles of hard work and struggle are eternal. Unless one has a strong family background, it is difficult to live off one's wealth. Who doesn't understand that only by working hard to stand out can one see the real world?
Just when Wang Chen was feeling overwhelmed with emotion, Xiaoyao had already moved out everything that could be moved out.
A pile of Yuanling stones and spirit stones of slightly lower quality.
A snow-white fruit that is shaped like a curved hook.
There were piles of robes, most of which were exquisitely designed and of high quality.
Eight strange dark red beads.
"No more." Xiaoyao spread his hands.
Wang Chen's face was a little gloomy. He silently picked up the pure white coat on the top of the mountain of clothes and took a look at it.
This outer coat is actually a stand-up collar style that is relatively rare in the cultivation world. Gold and silver silk threads lightly outline the dark patterns, forming an abstract phoenix pattern. As soon as people see this coat, they can imagine the handsome image of a gentleman.
Although the clothes looked good, Wang Chen threw them aside in anger, causing a whistling sound.
He silently took out the Qinggang Sword and wanted to chop Murong Xumu, but after thinking for a while, he put it back into the storage ring.
Then he stomped hard on Murong Xumu, who had a smiling face.
"Damn it, can't you be more professional when walking around in the world? You have so many clothes, do you think it's a fashion show? You are so vain! Where are the magic formulas? Where is the big sword?" Wang Chen was really angry.
Although the harvest this time was considerable, it was obviously not worthy of Murong Xumu's powerful momentum when he descended from the sky and turned his hands into ice.
It’s like you worked hard to defeat a BOSS that could drop top-quality equipment, but instead he gave you a pile of store goods. Would you be angry?
After stepping on it a few times, Wang Chen picked up the jade-like fruit and took a look. He saw that the fruit was snow-white and transparent. Through the warm white jade shell without a trace of impurities, he could actually see the milky white core. Spiritual patterns were wrapped around the fruit, emitting a soft light that flickered, bringing a sense of beauty that contained the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
I counted silently and found that there were exactly six spiritual patterns climbing on the fruit.
"Ice Moon Fruit, a rare spiritual fruit grown in the extremely icy land of Guanghan Mountains. It contains a trace of ice laws and bears fruit every thirty years. Depending on the aptitude of the person who consumes it, it can improve the control of ice magic formulas to varying degrees. Chance strength: medium."
"Six spiritual patterns!" Looking at the Ice Moon Stone, Wang Chen was happy but his expression was a little complicated.
The original purpose of coming here was to get the spiritual herb with six spiritual patterns mentioned by Xiang Qingliu, but now I actually got a spiritual fruit with six spiritual patterns. This coincidence is really sad.
"The strength of the opportunity is medium..." Brother Xuvani still has some stuff.
Wang Chen habitually brought the Bingyueshi to his mouth and was ready to take a bite, but he became more cautious.
The opportunity with a medium level of strength far exceeds the ability range he can obtain at present. If there are any side effects after eating this fruit, such as lying down and taking a nap with Murong Xumu, he has ice crystals to protect himself, but he is afraid that he will be eaten by the foraging monsters in a short time, or Brother Xurong wakes up first and sees him lying next to him...
He collected the Bingyue without hesitation, and only a few dark red beads were left as spoils of war. Wang Chen used his spiritual sense to probe them, only to find that they were filled with violent energy. Once activated with true power, a horrific explosion would occur. It was obviously a sinister item designed for a one-time explosion.
"Brother Xuyan actually has such a terrifying thing? Isn't he an ice player? He is really insidious." Wang Chen was secretly afraid and amazed at the same time.
Attacks with a single attribute are easy to be targeted, and Murong Xumu obviously understood this very well, so he also carried with him disposable consumables containing fire attribute attacks.
Who would have thought that a guy who was good at playing with ice would pull out a consumable from his crotch that was comparable to a full-strength attack from a high-level fire practitioner?
As for the power, the power of something that can be carried by a cultivator of Murong Xumu's level no longer needs to be verified.
"The harvest is richer than I imagined." Wang Chen began to stuff things into the ring.
"Where's this pile of clothes?"
"Take it away and sell it."
"Oh." Xiaoyao was also helping.
After stuffing the pile of clothes of various styles into the gaps in the storage ring, it became empty again.
Finally, Wang Chen picked up the poisonous roots of the Datura root. This thing is extremely poisonous. Even a strong man like Murong Xumu has been poisoned by it. It might be useful in the future.
Just as I was about to leave, I saw a black shadow suddenly jump out of the soil.
It turned out to be the root of the Mandrake tree, swinging its roots that looked like limbs. It jumped in front of Wang Chen with a "chi chi" sound, and bowed and kowtowed to him.
Wang Chen was stunned. He knew that this guy probably couldn't bear to part with his roots, so he had been lurking here and wanted to take them back after he left. However, he didn't expect that he would not let go of even his poisonous roots.
Now that he saw that he was about to leave, he ran out in a hurry.
"Do I have a temperament that makes people trust me inexplicably? Just like Xiang Qingliu's trust in me, the mandrake root is a rare half-demon and half-herb. It just ran out like this. Aren't you worried that I could catch it and make wine?"
While thinking, Wang Chen handed over the whisker.
He did not have much ill feeling towards this pitch-black little thing, if it were not for its insidiousness and cunningness, he would have been afraid that he would have turned into an ice sculpture by now and would have no chance to do anything to Brother Vain.
"After all, I am still too kind." Wang Chen couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. "Even when Brother Xu Rong wanted to kill me, I didn't kill him."
After a few "chirp" sounds, the Datura root took over the roots, dived into the soil and disappeared.
Almost at the same time, Wang Chen stopped sighing and ran out, his figure quickly disappearing in the forbidden forest.
After a while, the corner of the forbidden forest that was originally covered with ice and snow gradually melted and revealed its original appearance. All that was left was Murong Xumu, who was wearing shorts and long boots, and his evil smile.
