Chapter 81 - 81 81 The Wealth of the Dead is Still Wealth
Chapter 81 - 81 81 The Wealth of the Dead is Still Wealth
?Chapter 81: Chapter 81: The Wealth of the Dead is Still Wealth, Right? Chapter 81: Chapter 81: The Wealth of the Dead is Still Wealth, Right? Xie Jiuniang emerged from seclusion once again, donning a different disguise.
She adjusted her cultivation base to the eighth level of Qi Cultivation and dressed herself in utter shabbiness.
Over her intact vestment robe, she wore another one that was torn and tattered.
The Little Flying Boat was put away, and the jade token that had been hanging at her waist was now worn around her neck, hidden under her robe. The vestments issued by the Sect were impenetrable to Divine Sense, so she had no fear of being discovered.
Then, she picked up a Broken Sword.
But this still seemed insufficient, so she deliberately tangled her hair to resemble a bird’s nest and dirtied her face, making her indistinguishable from most of the minor cultivators around, as if she had narrowly escaped a devastating chase by a Water Beast.
Passing Sect Disciples on similar missions consciously ignored her, not even entertaining the desire to rob her.
After all, such a person clearly didn’t have anything worth taking.
Xie Jiuniang, along with the Sword Spirit, kept her distance from the others, frolicking alone beneath the water.
With the Sword Spirit as her treasure locator and the Time Leaf to forewarn her of danger, she had reaped a bountiful harvest over the past half a year, filling three Storage Bags to the brim.
However, occasionally the Secret Realm would echo with the enraged roars of a Great Demon, nine times out of ten provoked by the duo themselves.
Originally, Xie Jiuniang planned for Jian Lingyan to find an unclaimed Spiritual Mine to excavate, but luck was not on their side. Everywhere they went, the mines were either claimed or the deposits were minuscule, composed only of ordinary Spirit Stones.
After feasting on delicacies, who would settle for a simple vegetable porridge?
Thus, the master and her sword concocted a plan, shamelessly colluding to poach from the lairs of powerful Demonic Beasts.
After their cunning tactics, they left many a Demonic Beast fuming with rage.
At this moment, Xie Jiuniang was lying on a deserted island beach, basking in the sun. She propped up her legs and swung her feet leisurely while lamenting in a mischievously sorrowful tone, “There are still two months before the Secret Realm closes, yet all three of my Storage Bags are filled. How distressing.”
Jian Lingyan whooshed out of the Contract Space, circling excitedly around Xie Jiuniang and exclaiming, “Master, master, you can deposit all the Spirit Stones from the Storage Bags into my space. It’s really big, able to hold lots and lots of Spirit Stones and Spirit Crystals—”
“Smack!!”