Chapter Seven: The Opportunity

  Everyone's eyes in the house revolved around Yang Yunqiu, but Yang Yunqiu didn't show much surprise and fear, instead, she walked around the store with great interest.

  His slender fingers casually brushed over the various second-hand armor scattered on the ground, and even the young master didn't dare to show off his arrogance with Pei Ning standing beside him, surprisingly no one in the house stopped him.

  Until all the armor laid out outside the store was touched by Yang Yunqiu, he walked straight to his own sister's side, held her sleeve and smiled: "Let's go, Mom won't be back home today, I'll cook for you."

  Yang Yan dazedly pulled Doudou's hand and followed her big brother's footsteps.

  That young master looked at him with an air of indifference, suddenly his face turned red with anger and he shouted: "Stop right there! You think you can still walk away!"

  She had barely finished speaking when Yang Yunqiu suddenly snapped her fingers, and in the next instant, the twenty-three suits of armor in the store simultaneously disintegrated, crashing to the ground in a flurry of fragments.

  The shop owner was startled, let out a cry of surprise, rushed over to check, looked at the scattered parts on the ground, shuddered all over, and wanted to cry but had no tears.

  The young master and his two followers were stunned.

  Fu Ning also raised an eyebrow in surprise.

  Yang Yunqiu walked out of the door and stood on the steps, turning back to smile: "If you insist that the armor designed by Tian Gongfang's Nan Dashi, Mr. Situ, and Little Demon Mo Fei were all made by my hands, then I have no choice but to let you directly find these masters to confront me?"

  The young master broke out in a cold sweat - who dared to talk nonsense like this? Among them, she really recognized one of Master Nan's early works. At that time, Master Nan had not yet become famous, and it was no easy task for their shop to make more than 50 suits of armor in one day.

  The thin and fat young men looked at each other in dismay, but they didn't have the heart to stop them.

  Yang Yan followed her brother out the door, but couldn't help frequently turning back to look at the young man in white, with a gaze full of admiration.

  Yang Yunqiu sighed again, and then seriously analyzed the possibility of her sister marrying that Furen - finally coming to the conclusion that it was impossible unless Mount Tai collapsed and the seas flowed backwards.

  The doll was still rolling around and shouting: "Ahh, the male disciples of Tiān Xiù Valley are all noble and elegant, I used to hear those cultivators in the base talking about it every day, deeply resentful that I wasn't born in the most prosperous era of Tiān Xiù Valley, couldn't catch a glimpse of the elegance of the young master of Tiān Xiù."

  The nun of the future will also go crazy about flowers - identification complete.

  "Right." Yang Yunqiu suddenly thought of something and stopped in her tracks, turning her head to smile, "Boss, reassembling the armor will be fifty gold coins per piece."

  The originally heart-aching boss who couldn't wait to pull out all his white hair, nodded blankly. It had to be said that assembling a suit of armor for 50 gold coins wasn't expensive at all, even if it was just a second-hand worn-out suit of armor.

  Fu Ning also bid farewell and left the store. In front of the door, someone had already opened the curtain of his carriage for him. Before Fu Ning got on the carriage, he involuntarily turned his head to glance at Yang Yunqiu's back.

  "That young man may have some talent in refining equipment, and perhaps he will achieve something in the future. But even so, why are you paying such attention to him? Our Tiangong Workshop is indeed rare in that few people can quickly disassemble someone else's armor like this, but being able to disassemble doesn't necessarily mean one can cast." said Situ Changfeng coldly.

  He himself may not be aware of it, but Pei Ning could hear that in Sito Longfeng's words, there was a hint of jealousy.

  Fu Ning couldn't help but smile, as Situ Changfeng was the best successor of Tian Gong Workshop in this generation, and no one among his peers could surpass him. He usually didn't even put his senior fellow apprentice in his eyes, yet he was shocked by a rural youth in a small border town, which was somewhat hard to accept.

  Regardless of the two young masters' thoughts, Yang Yunqiu took Yang Yan and Duo Duo back home. Looking at her sister's sparkling eyes, she couldn't help but smile: "Tactical armor is more suitable for soldiers, ordinary cultivators find it cumbersome to wear."

  Yang Yan sneered, making a "you're bragging" face - even high-ranking cultivators would hope to have good equipment for themselves, who would find armor cumbersome?

  Yang Yunqiu shook her head and didn't say anything else, letting her sister and Doudou go play together. She only instructed them not to leave the house for the time being, "You two be careful, the atmosphere in Changsu Town is off these days, many outsiders have arrived, even the hunting teams that went to the Barbaric Forest haven't dared to organize anything, it's not a joke."

  He suspected this anomaly was related to Farnese's death.

  A renowned immortal who had been famous for three hundred years died without anyone knowing how he cultivated himself, and it wasn't until so much time had passed that someone discovered his true nature, which was already astonishing.

  However, Yang Yunqiu was calm and didn't worry that others would suspect his identity and cause him trouble.

  Ark buys hundreds of servants from all over the world every year, and someone dies every month. Whether the slaves who sell their bodies are alive or dead, no one cares in Dahan. Moreover, Ark's purchase of people is mostly secret procurement. The servants who were bought did not know where they were going before they arrived at the base. At least he didn't know that there was a second servant from Changsu Town under Ark, otherwise how could Ark kill so many people without being detected?

  Yang Yunqiu sent away his sister and Doudou, then returned to the operating table, continuing to experiment with new alloy formulas to improve the quality of explosive crossbow arrows. He was busy for three hours, and when he came back to himself, a slight movement made his bones crackle, obviously due to being still for too long, his entire body had stiffened up.

  Yang Yunqiu let out a long breath, stood up and slowly stretched several times before pouring herself a cup of hot tea to savor carefully.

  The doll was lying on the table, holding a pen and drawing. Yang Yunqiu poked it, but it didn't move, so she leaned over to take a look. To her surprise, it had drawn a list of all those people with deep-seated guilt and stench that he had mentioned over the past three years, and was predicting their time of death.

  While waving the brush, the doll muttered: "You should be serious about your practice and strive to enter the seventh grade as soon as possible. It's good that you don't have any worries and can accumulate more merits. My young master, don't take it lightly! Do you know that in my time, for tens of thousands of years, only one person was said to be able to see the sins and merits on others' bodies? That was Xīn Yí Xiān Shī (辛夷仙师). It's said that he was a high-ranking immortal who had achieved the Dao of Long Life and Eternal Vision. He wanted to pursue the same longevity as Heaven and Earth, and be indestructible for ten thousand kalpas. Unintentionally, he fell and re-entered the cycle of rebirth, which is how he obtained this opportunity. Now you also have such a good opportunity, don't waste it carelessly!"

  Yang Yunqiu sighed, he didn't think it was good to feel the stench on others at all. Since his awakening and entering the path of cultivation, he had hardly slept a sound sleep for a single day. If it weren't for his strong heart and broad mind, he would have been tortured into having a distorted outlook on life, just like Fangzhou, and fallen into the demonic path.

  The doll was in high spirits, chattering away for half a day about the abilities of Xin Yi Xian Shi: "When Xin Yi Xian Shi was 1,200 years old, he wrote his memoirs and summarized a method that is easiest to obtain merit, which is to save lives and rescue from death."