Chapter 9 Shock

  By the time Situ Changfeng was still somewhat refined, his speed was incredibly fast and he had swallowed more than half of the braised pork in the bowl. His discontent in his heart had quietly disappeared by more than half.

  It must be said that Yang Yunqiu's culinary skills are unparalleled in this era where cooking only knows boiling, and seasonings other than salt are scarce, even salt is used sparingly. Even Situ Changfeng, who vowed to look down on him, secretly admired him, thinking that this young man could skip the ranks and enter the top three grades, he's indeed a talented individual. Bringing him back to Yajing, recommending him to any sect would at least grant him the qualifications of an inner disciple.

  He looked around, glanced at the operating table placed in the corner, and a few points of disgust appeared on his face. He had never stayed in such a narrow and dirty workshop all his life. Even the workshop for their three-year-old child to play with was several times larger than this one.

  "What a shoddy place, you're also too sloppy. How can you guarantee the purity of the materials in a place like this to refine equipment?"

  Then he looked up and saw Yang Yunqiu holding the sword that Fu Ning had, sizing it up from top to bottom, and even reaching out to touch the spell array on it, suddenly becoming furious again.

  "Hey, don't touch it randomly, you know how it broke? If you mess it up and sell it, you won't be able to afford the loss."

  Yang Yunqiu looked at him in surprise: "Isn't it obvious that the Flame of Scarlet destroyed the formation? Even a child can see that."

  His eyebrows slightly furrowed as he looked at Sutu Changfeng's gaze, making people feel that he was looking at a mentally handicapped patient.

  Situ Changfeng suddenly became so angry that his eyes turned black.

  Feng Ning only found it amusing, this guy hadn't even realized that his subconscious had already believed the young man in front of him was a master craftsman, otherwise how could he be so polite? In the past, when facing people he looked down on in Azure City, he would only have two reactions: ignore them or beat them up until they didn't dare show their face again.

  "Your flying sword is already half dead. If you drag it on for five more days, the most you can do is reforge and refine it." Yang Yunqiu said, shaking her head while holding onto the flying sword.

  Feng Ning's face turned gloomy, and he sighed: "Is there a way to make up for it?"

  Yang Yunqiu scratched her head and said with a straight face: "It's very troublesome."

  Situ Changfeng furrowed his brow, and a hint of worry also appeared on his face. He looked at Yang Yinqu with disdain, then turned to Ning Dao: "Don't be so anxious that you're willing to try anything. Without the fire grass, there's no way to cure it unless Master himself comes, maybe he can think of something. As for others... humph!"

  Before he had even finished speaking, Pei Ning's face, which was normally as calm as a mountain, suddenly revealed an extremely shocked expression, and even showed intense tension.

  Following his line of sight, Situ Changfeng's eyes widened suddenly.

  Yang Yunqiu suddenly picked up a silver foil from the operating table, wrapped it around the broken sword's mouth, and then grabbed a spiritual pen to draw an array diagram on it.

  Not melted? The silver foil actually didn't melt? The spell array also didn't explode? Apart from the sword body starting to slightly tremble, there were no other changes!

  Situ Zhang Feng pounced over, rubbed his eyes, and the flying sword was still placed on the little rascal's knee in a gentle manner, without any signs of disturbance, and even allowed him to draw arrays on his own body.

  To know, Fu Ning's sword was broken because it couldn't withstand the extremely strong scarlet flames on his body. The break point always had scarlet flames overflowing from it. Unless fire lotus grass is added to guide the scarlet flames out, no matter what precious materials are used to cover it up, there won't be a problem as long as they don't move. However, as soon as an array diagram is drawn on its surface, it will immediately react. If one isn't careful, the entire flying sword will be completely destroyed.

  This is common sense, but today this common sense doesn't work.

  Yang Yunqiu painted a good array diagram, casually injecting a spirit, and in an instant, Fu Ning seemed to hear his flying sword's crisp long hum.

  "For the time being, let's just make do with this for now. At least it can maintain its original state and won't continue to deteriorate." Yang Yunqiu furrowed her brow as she handed the flying sword to Fu Ning, "Are you sure it's necessary to repair? To find a substitute material for fire feather grass, I'm afraid it'll cost over 500 gold coins. Recasting a new flying sword like this one would be enough."

  Fu Ning carefully took over the flying sword, and didn't have time to respond. However, Situ Changfeng was once again so angry that he almost spat out blood - 500 gold coins... what a huge amount... enough for his daily expenses.

  This flying sword was carefully nurtured by Fu Ning for nearly ten years!

  Fu Ning didn't feel that his sword was being belittled, he just smiled and said: "If it were to be re-cast, it would no longer be itself... Thank you, please help me repair it as soon as possible, money is not a problem."

  Yang Yunqiu shrugged, if some local tyrant came to his door with silver, he would definitely not refuse.

  "This sword of yours is badly damaged and very troublesome. It will probably take two days' work. Tomorrow... I have some things to do, come back the day after tomorrow."

  It's just right to go back to Earth and check what cheap heat-resistant metals can replace fireproof grass and repair the sword body. He knows a few formulas, but they are a bit expensive and not very good in quality.

  Two days, such a long time... Sito Longfeng was almost out of breath, if he took action, it would take at least a day and a half just to analyze the law array.

  Feng Ning immediately left 1,000 gold coins as a deposit.

  Yang Yunqiu didn't stand on ceremony, and with this thousand gold coins in hand, although it was still a drop in the bucket compared to their family's debt of over 100,000 gold coins, at times like these, earning an extra coin was also good.

  At night, Zhou Lan Zhi returned home and not only had a meal cooked by her son, but also received a huge sum of 1,000 gold coins. Her eyes instantly turned red.

  The standard of living in Changsu Town has never been high. One thousand gold coins can support a family of five for three to five years, living a very rich life.

  Zhou Lan Zhi endured and endured, wiping away the tears from the corner of her eyes, and sighed: "Xiao Qiu, Mother won't tell you, what our family owes debts for, do you blame Mother?"

  Yang Yunqiu was taken aback and hastily shook her head: "Of course not, Mother. If you have any worries, just tell your son about them. No matter what it is, I'll think of a way to help you resolve it."

  He was just a bit curious, although the family situation wasn't very good, and his stepfather had been ill that year, so they might have owed some silver money, but 100,000 gold coins?

  It's not Yang Yunqiu being modest, even if they spent all their money lavishly and excessively, in this Changsu Town, it's uncertain that they could spend it all within three years.

  Neither in God nor in Athens.

  Zhou Lan Chi was silent for a while, and after a long time, she smiled and couldn't help but hug her own son who had grown up, saying: "Mother knows, it's okay, go to bed early."

  Tomorrow is the fifteenth day of the lunar month. Yang Yunqiu and WaWa are both very excited, and for a while they can't help but forget to ask about other things.

  Yang Yunqiu's excitement was because he could finally go home, he missed his grandmother, and the doll even looked forward to going with Yang Yunqiu, personally experiencing his hometown, and every time he came back, Yang Yunqiu would tell it those touching stories.

  On the fifteenth day, Yang Yunqiu was somewhat absent-minded, fortunately he had strong self-control and did not let Zhou Lanqi and Yang Yan discover anything wrong, at most they thought he had made a big deal and was excited.

  The last ray of sunlight disappeared at the end of the sky.

  Yang Yunqiu took a pill of tranquilizer and lay on the bed.

  The doll sat at the head of his bed, muttering to herself: "You just won't merge me into your divine soul, I'll attach myself anyway. This time I'm stuck with you, now that you're already in the third rank, don't try to find excuses about not having enough cultivation."

  Yang Yunqiu smiled wryly and left the barbarous forest, worried that he would lose the doll. He finally made up his mind to refine the core chip of the doll into his life-bound artifact, which could be stored in his soul at any time. The doll was originally a kind of existence like a tool spirit, without a physical body. It's not impossible for it to move with his soul.

  "Also, be extremely careful, in case I didn't follow you over there, once you arrive on the other side, quickly draw a few defensive spell arrays."

  Ever since the doll heard his martial arts stories, she thought that in his world, everywhere was full of masters with extraordinary abilities. Also because Yang Yunqiu's cultivation on Earth was much lower than now, only second-rate, not even considered a beginner, still a genuine Taoist cultivator, completely no match for masters with extraordinary abilities, so couldn't help but worry.

  Who made Yang Yunqiu always worry that treating the doll as a treasure would harm it, and used her insufficient cultivation as an excuse to refuse to bring it with her, making the doll anxious. Every fifteen days, she couldn't help but silently recite various defensive arrays for him to memorize by rote.

  But I didn't know how to remember these things, and most of them couldn't find suitable materials to draw.

  Yang Yunqiu also couldn't explain it clearly to the little kid, so she simply listened and followed along. After finally calming down the baby, she agreed to let it merge with her divine soul this time. Anyway, after such a long period of cultivation, it was already just one step away from completion. Not only were there no unexpected events, but the baby seemed to be getting more lively and active.

  Lying quietly in bed, the moonlight shines down, he is not aware of his drowsiness, his body is light and floating, almost flying up, that feeling is very mysterious and beautiful.

  Unconsciously, completely unaware.

  It was unknown how long had passed when Yang Yunqiu opened her eyes again, and what entered her line of sight was the pale ceiling and an old-fashioned green fan.