CHAPTER 73: 73. WOODEN FLOWING SAND [SEEKING RECOMMENDATION TICKETS]

After a while, Yang Zongxian slowly nodded and said, "It’s not looking great, but if Sect Leader Wen leaves soon, maybe there won’t be much of a problem."

"What happened?"

Yang Zongxian rubbed his nose bridge and then lowered his voice, fearing that the walls have ears, "Just a quarter of an hour ago, someone released ten carrier pigeons within fifteen minutes. We managed to stop nine, but one escaped."

"Carrier pigeon?"

"A spy from the Kao Shan Sect in my household released the carrier pigeon."

"Did you catch that spy?"

"He’s already dead."

Actually, Yang Zongxian had not ordered the kill. His idea had always been to let the situation unfold to catch the big fish, but today that guy exposed himself under broad daylight, not killing him would have been pointless.

Because those who can be spies are all clever.

After today, he definitely won’t pass on any more messages, nor will he believe anything happening in front of him; he’ll just see everything as deliberate performances.

This way, the counter-espionage technique is useless.

Before Wen Ping could speak, Huaikong broke in, "Did you find out who the letter was for?"

"For now I don’t know whose hands the carrier pigeon flew to, but what was written in the letter was ’Wen Ping descends the mountain, kill swiftly’!"

"Come to kill me?"

Wen Ping pointed at himself in surprise.

"Yes, so Sect Leader Wen should hurry and leave for safety. I’ll be back shortly."

Having said that, Yang Zongxian was about to leave the lounge, heading out to do what he must - quickly get the gold tickets.

The earlier Wen Ping is sent away, the less danger Wen Ping will face. Who knows what the Kao Shan Sect might pull, if they retaliate with multiple Body Refining Thirteenth Layer cultivators at once, and Elder Yun hasn’t come along, relying on Yu Mo, things are definitely looking grim.

"Yang Clan Leader, no hurry, I plan to stroll around with Senior Yu." Having said that, Wen Ping stood up.

Yang Zongxian was stunned for a moment upon hearing this.

Seeing Wen Ping already standing, looking like he has no intention of returning to the Immortal Sect now.

Oh my god.

Did Wen Ping not listen to what I just said?

He felt that even without exaggerating the situation, it should still make people feel fearful, right?

"Sect Leader Wen, you might not want to walk around today, safety is key. Why put yourself in danger for something pointless? Kao Shan Sect operates in the dark, and it’s hard to guard against their sneak attacks."

Wen Ping glanced out the window at the street, his gaze falling on the Silver Armor Self-defense Team marching in a column, saying, "Aren’t there guards at the City Lord’s Mansion and your Self-defense Team protecting the trade guild and the market?"

Yang Zongxian looked helpless.

What is his Self-defense Team worth, Kao Shan Sect could easily send a small team in and out.

As for the City Lord’s Mansion’s guards, they’re quite strong, but their efficiency is nothing to boast about; by the time they arrive, it’ll be too late.

These words he was embarrassed to say directly, so he could only find an excuse casually, "What if the person sent by Kao Shan Sect is of the Profound Thirteenth Layer Realm, in the event of a sudden attack, no one can react fast enough."

Wen Ping still wore an indifferent expression, "Alright, Yang Clan Leader, it’s just the Kao Shan Sect, is there a need to take them so seriously? Let them come, as long as they don’t disturb my mood for shopping."

"Kid, you’re bold!"

Yu Mo stood beside, gave a thumbs-up with a laugh, after patting Wen Ping’s shoulder, "I’ll protect you!"

Although Wen Ping always hits at him, always ignores him, making him doubt several times if he is even a Profound Realm cultivator, not even thanking him after helping kill a Hunter yesterday.

But!

His loner nature, inherently self-guided, really appreciates Wen Ping, seeing Wen Ping’s character is like seeing his old self.

Just as he laughed and patted Wen Ping’s shoulder, Wen Ping spoke, stopping his hand that was appreciating Wen Ping.

Following this, his expression instantly froze!

"Let’s go, I’ll take you shopping, first and foremost: don’t eat random things, don’t run off alone."

Watching Wen Ping walk out upon finishing speaking, Yu Mo sighed.

Appreciating him for nothing.

...

Having left the trade guild, Wen Ping showed no concern for the Kao Shan Sect’s affairs, Yu Mo was even more indifferent. Helpless, Yang Zongxian could only send a Self-defense Team to follow, though feeling it wouldn’t help much, it was better than nothing.

The strongest in his Self-defense Team was only rated at Body Refining Seventh Layer.

Should anything happen, their strength could stall for a bit, giving Wen Ping some time.

Just as they were leisurely strolling, Wen Ping suddenly shivered as if struck by a cold wind.

A tingling sensation arose in his head.

What surprised Wen Ping was, within the tremor was a sense of eagerness and urgency, an emotion not even coming from himself.

As Wen Ping wondered, the system’s voice arrived on cue, "Host, congratulations, the Changmo Technique has sensed a good thing, something containing a great deal of Wood Qi. The amount of Wood Qi within, comparable to that found around fifty miles outside the Immortal Sect!"

"What thing?"

"Wooden Flowing Sand."

"What’s that?"

"A celestial material required by Profound Realm cultivators, but for the host, its use is just Wood Qi, to improve talent. If the host can obtain it, reaching Three-star Talent is more than attainable."

Upon hearing these last words, Wen Ping rejoiced.

Isn’t this benefit higher than that from Life Cigars?

Life Cigars need several hundred to reach Three-star Talent.

Wen Ping immediately asked, "Where is it?"

"A hundred meters ahead."

Upon the system’s words, Wen Ping stepped forward without taking heed of Yu Mo examining little things by a shop.

Yu Mo turned back, just about to ask Wen Ping if the thing in his hand looked good, when he found Wen Ping wasn’t beside him anymore.

Quickly, he put down the item in hand, hurriedly chasing after.

"Kid, didn’t you say today you’d take me around? Why do I feel like you’re leading me on a stroll?"

Wen Ping waved his hand, saying, "Senior Yu, do whatever you want, I suddenly have something to do."

Wen Ping’s intent was to keep Yu Mo for his protection, but now, a good thing has appeared.

His eagerness for that thing was intense.

He really didn’t want to hear Yu Mo’s murmurs in his ear.

Yu Mo listened to Wen Ping allowing him to play as he wished, just as he was about to leave with a step, his foot stalled in mid-air, then retracted, saying, "No way! Kid, trying to shake me off, no chance."

"If you love to follow, then follow, little tail."

Wen Ping responded casually.

"What’s a little tail?"

"It’s a bug that always loves following behind someone’s back."

"Kid."

Yu Mo raised his hand in anger, just about to swat Wen Ping, when suddenly he heard a voice from behind.

The voice was very near and straight behind.

"Wen Ping, is it really you?"

Lu Yue squeezed through the crowd, her crystal-clear cheeks carried a hint of crimson, her almond eyes upon Wen Ping held gentleness mixed with rich surprise.

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