Offering Salted Fish To Master - chapter 10

In the huge Three Saints Mountain, except for the ancestor who killed people at a word, and the big black snake who could eat people without blinking, she saw no other living creatures.

The hundred girls group, with only 99 members left, stood at the bottom of the tower. After standing for a while, the leading female cultivator cleared her throat and said, “Let’s find a place to stay first. Since the leader wants us to serve the master, then we must stay here.”

“But, we can’t use spiritual power here. We can’t practice here. What can we do?”

Mu Nisheng categorically said, “If you can’t use spiritual power, you don’t need it. If you can’t practice, you don’t need to practice. Now the most important thing is the master.”

Most of the people there were afraid to refute her, but some didn’t want to listen to her all. 

“Shijie Nisheng, although we are here to serve Master Zu, Master Zu looks… unwilling to let us serve him. We may stay here in vain.” 

The female immortal looked cold as a fairy.

She was a certain palace lord’s granddaughter, similar in identity to Mu Nisheng. They were from different sects. At this time, they had their own minds. The crowds huddled together slowly separated, standing in piles.

Liao Tingyan: “…” No, I just arrived at the place and I haven’t escaped the danger yet. Are you going to fight?

She actually had the illusion that she had transmigrated into a palace fight novel by mistake. So what, aren’t we cultivating to become immortals?

The girls talked for a while. The final ending was that the girls were divided into three groups, placed separately. One group was headed by Mu Nisheng, the other group was headed by Yun Xiyue, and the other group was unwilling to cling to any of them, and their status was generally low.

Originally, Liao Tingyan should belong to the last faction, but no one wanted her because these people were shrewd. When they met the master, a total of two people received his attention. One of them was dead, and was still an unidentified person. However, Liao Tingyan was in a similar situation. Everyone agreed that she must be different. Naturally, they didn’t want to get involved with her.

Everyone else was gone. Liao Tingyan was alone. She didn’t worry. She went straight to the next step and sat down, hammering herself in the leg.

Ouch, her legs were sore.

Liao Tingyan touched her Qiankun bag. It was given to her by Master Dong Yang, a necessary portable storage space for cultivators in the legend. Of course, she had an average grade, so it couldn’t hold too many things. There was only a room where she had kept all of her wealth.

She took out a pot of water, first washed her hands, took a mirror and took a look at her face, wiped off the blood on her face, combed her messy hair, then rinsed her mouth, drank some water, and took out a peach to gnaw on it. She was still in the Qi refining period, and she hadn’t built her foundation. Of course she didn’t have bigu, so she had to eat.

(Bigu: Daoist fasting technique associated with achieving xian “transcendence; immortality”)

The original owner should be a poor person, and she had no wealth, but the Clear Sky Valley where she lived specializes in planting Lingzhi, so she had no shortage of food. This time she brought a lot of things. At present, it looked like she wouldn’t starve to death for a year and a half. If she could live for a year and a half.

Like everyone else, Liao Tingyan herself felt that she might not live long. But she wasn’t from this world, and she might go back if she died. So seriously speaking, she wasn’t very afraid of death. She was afraid because of pain. Death wasn’t terrible

The pain caused by death was the most terrible.

No one paid attention to her, but Liao Tingyan felt a little at ease. She walked out of the cloud-shrouded area of ​​the central tower and found a place where the sun could shine—the roof of a building. The place was quiet, no one came over, and the sun was good, which was perfect for a nap.

She was used to taking a nap every day. Without a nap, she felt that her whole mind wasn’t clear.

After changing the blood-stained skirt, Liao Tingyan put on a couch and a small table. She laid on it. The sun was too dazzling, so she found an eye mask and put it on. The blindfold was made by Clear Sky Valley’s seniors. Some kind of spiritual plant leaves, in a suitable shape, could be directly used as blindfolds by tying a rope, and wearing them would make the eyes cool and shield from light.

She laid down for a while and felt thirsty. Liao Tingyan, who was lazily tanned by the sun, didn’t even bother to pull off her blindfold, and continued to take out a drink from her bag. Clear Sky Valley produced bamboo liquid, which was sweet and clear, clearing away heat, detoxifying, and eliminating it. She took a sip, let out a comfortable sigh, and put the rest on the side table.

When Liao Tingyan was taking a nap on the roof of a remote palace, the rest of the people sat in one place and discussed the current environment. Everyone’s faces were solemn and worried.

There were more than forty people gathered in the peripheral palace. The woman sitting in the middle frowned and said, “We can’t practice. Not only are we unable to gather the spiritual energy here naturally, it’s also impossible to create it with spiritual stones and spirit gathering formation. I doubt that there is a powerful formation under the Three Saints Mountain.”

The monitor, Mu Nisheng, took her group to another place. She was holding a mirror and frowned, “When I came, my father gave me this spiritual mirror. I wanted to contact him through this mirror. Now… we can’t contact the outside world, and we can’t go out. I’m afraid we still have to find a way to be with the Shifu.”

“Shijie Nisheng, I think Shifu is a little bit scary. I feel that if you look at him more, you will be killed. Shijie, who was the one killed by the master?”

Mu Nisheng waved her hand, “This is not something we should care about.”

Next to them was Yun Xiyue from the Palace Master’s family with a dozen people. They were the least in number, but they were generally high in status. They were basically from the elder’s family, the younger generation of the Palace Master’s family, the master of the same line, the proud girls of heaven. When they got together, they were also talking about the person killed by the master.

“Although Shifu doesn’t seem to be very easy to get along with, he is our master. He would never do anything to the seniors in Gengchen Xianfu at will. He must have killed some malicious intruder. So I think you all don’t need to be afraid.”

“Yes, we have wealth. I believe that everyone has talked about those things at home before coming. We are different from other people. We have to hurry up to get close to Master before Mu Nisheng and the others, and get Shifu’s favor! That’s the survival plan of our Gengchen Xianfu!”

They talked separately, and didn’t notice a black giant snake silently crawling over the roof of the hall. The ancestor, dressed in black, sat on the giant snake, listening to all their words.

“How courageous they are.” 

Sima Jiao, the Dao lord Cizang, was full of disgust and killing intent. The giant snake under him trembled slightly.

Sima Jiao stood up, stepped on the body of the giant snake, and walked steadily to its head, “Go.”

The giant snake didn’t know where he was going, but only carried him on the roof aimlessly. He used to be like this from the past many years. When he was awake, he would sit on it and let it wander around this empty palace at will, day and night.

It didn’t make much sense for him to do anything, and his mood was uncertain. The glack snake had been with him for so many years, but he was often scared by his sudden change.

The black snake crawled forward hard, trying to make itself a self-driving mount, and heard an ‘um’ from the ancestor. It immediately stopped. Sima Jiao saw Liao Tingyan who was sleeping in the sun not far away.

Others were so nervous and at a loss, why could she sleep here alone hiding in the sun?

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