Chapter 32

“…”

“Ah. Ye Qiao, are you back from kidnapping children?” Mu Chongxi went out to explore the way, and when he came back, he saw a furry yellow little guy squatting next to his junior sister. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he was quite surprised.

Not to mention it looks cute, with yellow fur, it looks like a ball if you don’t look closely.

The KFC chicken next to it was already furious, and was pecking at the little yellow beast madly. It was obvious that it was extremely dissatisfied with the invasion of this foreign beast.

“This should be a treasure-hunting beast.” Duan Hengdao, who was sitting and reading a book on spiritual weapons, spoke up and recognized the identity of this spiritual beast at a glance: “It seems to have been contracted by someone.”

Ye Qiao raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

That must be a contract with the heroine.

After all, the treasure-hunting beast in the novel was prepared for Yunque.

She picked it up and said in a bored tone, “Little guy, are you lost? Or did you run away on your own?”

She was sleeping soundly just now, when suddenly a little animal crawled into her arms and tried to sneak up to the bamboo shoot hanging around her waist.

The chance of it getting lost is small, it is very likely that it ran away by itself, but there is no such part in the original plot, right?

“Let’s go.” Ye Qiao poked the little guy who looked like Pikachu. She had no interest in helping others raise spiritual beasts.

The treasure-hunting beast moved its ears aggrievedly and refused to leave no matter how Ye Qiao poked it.

It didn’t want to go back. The owner it had just signed a contract with was a psychopath, which made the inexperienced little animal extremely frightened.

Ye Qiao couldn’t help but ponder when he saw its reaction.

Ah this.

Did he really break up with Yunque?

Ye Qiao didn’t know that she was the one who caused the butterfly effect, because she took the concentrate first. Yun Que was so angry that he couldn’t control his temper and strangled the treasure-hunting beast away.

Mu Chongxi held his chin up in his hand and speculated thoughtfully: “Hmm. At the moment, it seems that it doesn’t want to leave. Let’s send it back after we find out who its owner is.”

and–

Treasure hunter.

If I follow it, won’t I be able to pick up things from behind the whole time? It makes me happy just thinking about it.

Thinking of this, he became energetic and picked up the treasure-hunting beast. “Come on, come on, why are you sleeping? Let’s go treasure hunting.”

Ye Qiao yawned, looked at her fourth senior brother who was eager to try, and touched her chin. She remembered… Mu Chongxi used to be a legitimate disciple.

It’s so naive that when taking a spiritual plant, one has to hesitate and consider whether to leave some for others.

Are you free of any psychological burden now?

Ye Qiao was very satisfied with this change. In the original novel, Mu Chongxi was a real spare tire and a loyal dog. He risked his life for Yun Que, but in the end, he was just told “You are like my younger brother”.

She finally figured out Aquaman literature.

She bent down, picked up the KFC, and followed Mu Chongxi’s steps.

Mu Chongxi seemed to like it quite a lot and fed it a few crystals. The treasure-hunting beast immediately and happily exposed its belly for them to touch, and led them to dig out all the treasures that could be found in the secret realm.

These include but are not limited to: spiritual plants, fruits that can increase cultivation, and some Jindan stage monster bones.

No wonder the author gave it to Yunque. It’s just a big treasure.

Duan Hengdao was so happy that he was in desperate need of materials for refining weapons. He hugged the treasure-hunting beast and kissed it madly several times.

Yun Que on the other side was almost going crazy searching. As the owner of the treasure-hunting beast, she could find it by following its scent, but she didn’t know whether it had followed someone else and was running around the secret realm the whole time.

As soon as you find the scent, it appears somewhere else the next second.

Ye Qinghan looked at Yun Que’s anxious expression, pursed his lips, turned around and asked his fellow apprentices around him to help look for it.

The sword cultivator was quite fast, and Song Jian soon found the shadows of Ye Qiao and the others.

He said loudly: “Junior Sister Yunque, is that yellow one your treasure-hunting beast?”

Yun Que immediately asked Ye Qinghan to take him there.

Perhaps it was because of the black stick hanging around Ye Qiao’s waist, which was as attractive to the monster as a cat to catnip. The treasure-hunting monster rubbed against her frantically with an intoxicated expression on its face.

KFC was spinning around in a panic, wishing it could slap this little bitch away.

This is its contractor! !

So when Yun Que arrived, she saw her own monster rubbing against Ye Qiao. Her face changed slightly: “Second Senior Sister.”

The name “Second Senior Sister” was very powerful. Duan Hengdao looked up with a surprised look on his face: “Do you know her?”

Ye Qiao was so familiar with the words that she didn’t even bother to raise her eyelids: “No, she keeps calling me Second Senior Sister every day like she has some kind of mental problem.”

“Of course.” She thought for a moment: “If I have to say that they know each other, there is indeed some personal grudge.”

But not with myself, but with the original owner.

The two chatted as if nothing had happened. Being ignored, Yun Que clenched the black sword in his hand slightly and said, “Second Senior Sister, please return my treasure-hunting beast to me.”

She was convinced that Ye Qiao had noticed the treasure-hunting beast’s abilities and wanted to take them for himself.

Just kidding, who wouldn’t want a treasure-hunting beast? It can be said that more than half of the people who come to the Great Secret Realm are here to hunt for treasure beasts.

Yun Que emphasized the word “my”, as if reminding Ye Qiao of something.

Ye Qiao smiled lazily: “Okay.”

She tilted her head, stretched out her legs and swung them around in boredom, “Pikachu, let me go.”

The attitude is as bad as it can be.

The treasure-hunting beast clung to her tightly and wouldn’t let go.

The situation was somewhat out of control.

When Yun Que saw her spirit beast holding on to other people and refusing to let go, her expression gradually became distorted.

“return!”

The treasure-hunting beast suit didn’t hear it.

At times like this, it’s best to pretend to be innocent.

Ye Qiao sighed: “You see, it’s not that I don’t want it to go back, it’s that it just doesn’t want to leave.”

Yun Que’s face darkened.

But no one could blame Ye Qiao. After all, it was the treasure-hunting beast that took the initiative to stick to him, just like a dog. It was really disgusting.

“Oh, right.” Ye Qiao seemed to suddenly think of something.

Under the vigilant gazes of the crowd, she slowly took out the bill, accurately found Yun Que, and left two powerful words:

“Pay back the money.”

“…”

Yun Que’s eyes widened slightly, and he stared at what she was writing in her hand, stunned: “What is this?”

Ye Qiao: “Bill.”

She pointed at the little thing casually and said, “My senior brother just fed you five crystal stones. I’ll give it to you according to the market price. 50,000 high-grade spirit stones, isn’t that too much?”

Not many indeed.

Crystals are a non-renewable resource in the world of cultivation.

But isn’t this a bit too much?

Ye Qiao said indifferently: “If you don’t give it to me, I will seize your treasure-hunting beast first.”

Yun Que suddenly remembered the crystal stones that had been hollowed out when the treasure-hunting beast brought her there. She connected the two things together and asked through gritted teeth, “Did you take those crystal stones?”

“Oh, yes, yes.” Ye Qiao smiled: “It’s us.”

It was impossible to respond to this bad rhetoric. Yun Que was choked for a moment and looked at Ye Qinghan for help.

It is a stereotype that sword cultivators are poor. For example, this eldest disciple of the Sword Sect is rich, so Ye Qiao readily took the mustard seed bag thrown by Ye Qinghan.

At the critical moment, it still depends on the male lead.

As expected, all the people from the Sword-Wen Sect were killed.

The Yunque spirit beast ate it, why should their eldest brother return it?

Fifty thousand high-quality spirit stones is not a small number even for the Sword-Wen Sect.

“Has your Chang Mingzong gone mad because of poverty?” Song Jian sneered.

Ye Qiao looked at him in surprise, “How did you know?”

She took a step back and asked sincerely, “Are the great geniuses of the Sword Sect here? I’m so poor that I can’t sleep. How about you give us some spirit stones?”

The words ‘great genius’ were emphasized.

Song Jian was so angry that he fainted. What kind of people are these? He said it so confidently.

Ye Qiao didn’t care about Wen Jianzong’s mood. She started counting the money in front of them. Not a single cent could be left out. The way she counted the money seriously made people’s blood pressure rise.

Ye Qinghan couldn’t help but frown, and said in a cold voice: “You people from Changming Sect, you have passed.”

Counting money in front of the person who was cheated is as murderous as this.

“How could that be?” Ye Qiao was not afraid of him. How could the male protagonist do such a low thing as beating someone?

After counting the spirit stones, she smiled sincerely at the Sword-Asking Sect members, “I also want to thank the Sword-Asking Sect for the gift.”

“Thank you for the gift from the Sword-Wen Sect.” Mu Chongxi observed Ye Qinghan’s dark face, and fearing that his junior sister would be beaten, he quickly pulled her aside and said something.

There’s no way. It’s too much for her to attract the hatred of the whole audience alone.

He was really afraid that Ye Qinghan would draw his sword on the spot.

Duan Hengdao didn’t dare to provoke this group of sword cultivators, but Ye Qiao was his friend after all. The young man mustered up his courage and agreed, “Yeah…”

“Thank you for the gift from the Sword Sect.”

Okay.

This is really a rage that I have no place to vent.

Why is Chengfeng Sect interfering?

If there was only one Ye Qiao, they would definitely teach her a lesson.

But Mu Chongxi beside her has always been strong. He was born with a sword bone and is one of the few sword geniuses in the entire cultivation world. The leader of the Wenjian Sect once wanted to poach him.

I just don’t know what kind of magic potion the Changming Sect has given him. Even though the sect is so poor, Mu Chongxi still refuses to leave.

Now Duan Hengdao has also spoken, which means he is on Ye Qiao’s side.

Chengfeng Sect and Changming Sect have always been protective of their own people. It would obviously not be worth it to offend two sects for the sake of Ye Qiao.

Bear with me! !

Ever since Ye Qiao came, Song Jian found that he was almost turning into a Ninja Turtle.

First he was humiliated, and then he was cheated out of his spirit stones.

Damn it! Didn’t I just tell a few truths when I was in the inn? What’s wrong with making fun of Chang Mingzong?

“You are not just holding a grudge against me for mocking Chang Mingzong.” Song Jian was quite unconvinced. Chang Mingzong had been at the bottom of the list for years, and no one was allowed to mention it?

He sneered, “If you have the ability, you can take first place this year.”

“Okay.” Ye Qiao, “Wait.”

Song Jian was stunned for a moment, then couldn’t help but burst out laughing: “Why are you so confident?”

A Foundation Establishment cultivator dared to speak so arrogantly that all the Sword-Asking Sect disciples present were amused.

Yun Que couldn’t help but curl up the corners of his lips, sympathizing with her for not knowing what she was talking about, “Senior Sister, it’s better not to say such things in front of so many people.”

So as to avoid being laughed at for being ignorant of the immensity of the world.

Unlike others who were mocking him, Duan Hengdao even started to think about how to deal with Ye Qiao if they met him in future competitions.

Others don’t take Ye Qiao seriously, but he always has the illusion that he can turn the competition upside down.

Mu Chongxi looked up in surprise and met Ye Qiao’s gaze. He clenched the sword in his hand slightly. He didn’t know if he was infected by her words or what, but he also grinned and said, “You ask us why we are so confident?”

The young man drew his sword from its sheath. For a moment, except for the sword in Ye Qinghan’s hand which did not move, the long swords on the waists of the disciples of the Sword Questioning Sect trembled instantly.

Mu Chongxi said in a clear voice, “We are all born with sword bones. Why do you think we are so confident?”

There are two sword geniuses in the world of cultivation, one is Ye Qinghan and the other is Mu Chongxi. It’s just that Mu Chongxi is younger and is inferior to Ye Qinghan in cultivation.

But in terms of talent, who is nobler?

The inner disciples of the Sword-Wen Sect who were originally laughing gradually fell silent.

Mu Chongxi and Ye Qiao stood together and leaned to the side carelessly.

He found that after spending a long time with Ye Qiao, people would gradually become more confident!

At the beginning, Mu Chongxi always tended to be tolerant and self-abased when facing other sect geniuses.

Now–

The best in kendo? Tsk, you’re not as strong as me.

Asked the Sword Sect members: “…” They were so angry, but they couldn’t refute.

Everyone in the world of cultivation admires the strong. Mu Chongxi’s golden elixir strength at the age of sixteen is enough to make most people shut up. Even Song Jian, who is used to finding faults, has no way to refute him. Didn’t he see that his own sword trembled when he drew the sword from the sheath?

Mu Chongxi’s move completely put their mouths on the line.

Ye Qinghan’s eyebrows were slightly dim, “Then let’s see you at the competition.”

He looked at the two of them meaningfully and said, “I look forward to your performance in the competition.”

Having said that, it is not difficult to hear the arrogance and provocation in the words.

Ye Qiao raised her eyes and met his gaze without any fear. She smiled and said, “See you at the competition.”

Different from Yunque’s softness, the fifteen-year-old girl had clear eyes and eyebrows, without any timidity.

Noticing that Ye Qinghan’s eyes fell on Ye Qiao, Yun Que suddenly lowered his eyes with some discomfort and whispered: “Second Senior Sister, Master and I miss you very much. When will you come back to the sect with us?”

“Second Senior Sister?” Song Jian looked at the two of them, “Do you know each other?”