NCCnovel Chapter 303 Each Weapon Cultivator Has Their Own Abstraction
Chapter 303 Each Weapon Cultivator Has Their Own Abstraction
"I can't leave now."
Xue Lan took Xiao Sheng from Wu Yijun's hand and pointed to the top of her head.
"Grandmaster Qingyin had Master Chen inscribe my aura on the great formation. Now I need at least a Nascent Soul cultivator's token to verify my presence when I come in or out."
Wu Yijun looked at Xue Lan with pity in his eyes: "Then all your previous stuff was wasted?"
Xue Lan was speechless, but in the end, she could only nod helplessly.
There's nothing we can do; they were just telling the truth.
"Let me help you put everything back in the weapon-refining cave." Wu Yijun, unusually, did not continue to mock Xue Lan, but instead spoke cautiously: "If you don't have enough manpower, I can call Lin Su and Lu Feng over."
Xue Lan led Xiao Sheng towards her cave dwelling.
"Do you know that Master Shensuan came to Qingshuitai?"
"I...I know."
Xue Lan's sudden question caught Wu Yijun off guard, leaving him momentarily speechless, and he could only admit it in the end.
The hoarseness in Xue Lan's voice had subsided, and it sounded the same as before, but without any discernible emotion: "Thank you for not lying to me."
“No…” Xue Lan paused for a moment, “Thank you all for not lying to me.”
The woman pushed open the tightly closed door of the cave and shook her sleeves.
"I am currently under house arrest in Shimizu-dai, but the things we agreed on before still need to be done."
Xue Lan's gray eyes curved into a smile: "I'll write a letter to Yan Chengxue first to discuss countermeasures. You can start calling for help."
Wu Yijun hadn't expected this person's emotions to come and go so quickly, and a moment of confusion appeared on his delicate face.
Xue Lan smiled at her and said, "Call those two laborers over. You can't arrange all my things properly."
Wu Yijun took out a communication talisman from his sleeve and called over the two people on the other side of Qingshui Terrace.
Since arriving at Qingshuitai, Lu Feng has been kept under Lin Su's watch.
He originally thought that a Golden Core stage weapon cultivator like Xue Lan was terrifying enough, but during the time he was under Lin Su's supervision, he truly understood what the terror of a Nascent Soul stage weapon cultivator meant.
That size, that level of cultivation, that… aesthetic sense.
Every afternoon, he had to watch Lin Su bring out a bunch of ugly things for him to evaluate. Each of these high-quality magical artifacts looked like a 200-pound man wearing a red bellyband.
Lu Feng was born into a rogue cultivator. He had been cultivating for many years and lived a miserable life as a rogue cultivator. When he had no power, influence, or strength, he didn't even dare to seize opportunities. Later, when he had some strength, he would seize opportunities and then run away.
He's still at the age where his eyes light up at the sight of treasures, but when he saw this pile of things, he managed to resist the urge to reach out and grab them.
In comparison, Xue Lan and the magical artifacts she uses seem much more pleasing to the eye.
When Lin Su received Wu Yijun's telepathic message, he was showing Lu Feng the magic artifact he had just made.
It was a uniquely shaped bell, which, according to Lin Su, was inspired by the Sky Fish Clan of the South China Sea. It could confuse enemies and lead them into an illusion.
But... Lu Feng looked at the six ferocious, intertwined fish tails protruding from the very top of the bell, the strange beast sticking out its tongue, and its eerie crimson color.
Putting aside the bell's effects for now, Lu Feng harbored doubts in his heart.
Did Lin Su really not enter an illusion when he made this?
How can it be abstracted like this?
Having survived such inhuman torture for many days, Lu Feng was so moved that he almost cried when he received Wu Yijun's telepathic message.
Wu Yijun said succinctly: "Back mountain, help Xue Lan move things."
Lu Feng thought this was an easy job, finally he wouldn't have to suffer mental torment in front of Lin Su anymore.
Then he realized he was wrong.
The six sects and twelve schools only have abstract cultivation of tools; the only difference is the direction of this abstraction.
He took a bag of demon beast feathers out of Xue Lan's bag: "What's this for?"
Xue Lan said calmly, "Weapon refining, don't you know?"
"You won't even spare the feathers of a little monster from the first realm?" Lu Feng screamed.
Xue Lan was a little embarrassed: "I figured if it was useful, I would..."
"And this?" Lu Feng took out another small bag of soil: "Taken on the 21st day of the seventh month of the seventh year of Jingyuan in front of the City God Temple in Yungui City."
"Why are you digging up the City God's soil when you have nothing better to do?"
Xue Lan stepped forward and snatched the bag back, carefully holding it in her arms, her expression serious: "You're just a worker, don't ask questions you shouldn't ask."
Lu Feng was speechless. In the following time, he worked hard to help Xue Lan organize all the thousands of miscellaneous items and put them into a black iron cabinet that was said to be able to restrain spiritual energy and prevent it from dissipating.
As an aside, the cabinet was also taken out of Xue Lan's sleeve, and he and Lin Su carried it in together.
It weighs 30,000 jin.
It took the group a whole day to help Xue Lan pack her things. By the end, Lu Feng, who was at the Golden Core stage, collapsed to the ground, moving forward like a dead fish, struggling to grab Xue Lan's sleeve.
"Let me see, let me see how you managed to fit so much stuff in there?"
But before he could even grab Xue Lan's sleeve, a small, chubby sword radiating a terrifying aura blocked his way.
A clear, pleasant child's voice came from the chubby little sword: "Step back!"
Lu Feng obediently stepped back.
After the young man stepped back, a little girl dressed in a light pink dress flew out from the chubby sword. She looked a little older than when Lu Feng first saw her in the Galan Secret Realm. Hovering in mid-air, her pair of dark, grape-like eyes looked at Lu Feng, filled with scrutiny and hostility.
Lu Feng: "Good heavens!"
It turns out that Xue Lan's previous gentleness was all an act, given that he was just a child meeting an adult.
Doesn't that mean we can fight whenever we want?
Lu Feng was on the verge of tears, and looked at Xue Lan.
Xue Lan glanced at him, then waved to the sword spirit girl.
"How could you be so mean to her?" Lu Feng heard Xue Lan scolding the little girl, and a glimmer of hope appeared in his heart.
However, their hopes were dashed in the next instant, because Xue Lan said:
"The emperor still needs them; he'll bully them when he no longer needs them."
Lu Feng: So what? And then what?
The little girl nodded earnestly: "I understand. Why did Your Majesty summon me?"
Xue Lan smiled faintly and carefully packed the letter she had written for Yan Chengxue: "Your Majesty, there is a letter here. Please give it to Brother Yan Chengxue."
The Soul Guide happily accepted the task and disappeared into the dark night, trailing a dazzling sword light.
Xue Lan looked at the people in front of her and said, "As everyone knows, I am currently under house arrest at Qingshuitai!"
Lu Feng turned his head.
What is widely known, and where is it widely known?
"Therefore, for the next two years, Xue Lan will rely on your help at Qing Shui Tai."