[Chapter 1170 Mu Wenxiang’s Explanation]
Out of politeness, Yang Yiyun called him senior, because in his eyes, Mu Wenxiang was a real middle-stage Mahayana cultivator.
The woman who played chess with Mu Wenxiang was also extraordinary, in the early stage of the Tribulation, but Yang Yiyun felt that the woman was not very old, or had not practiced for too long.
Of course, there was no such thing as judging age by appearance among cultivators. It was possible that a child who looked a few years old was an old monster who had practiced for thousands of years.
“Find a place to do it yourself. Drink spiritual tea and spiritual wine as you like. If you are Lou Haitang’s friend, then you are my friend of Mu Wenxiang.” Mu Wenxiang didn’t even raise his head, and was concentrating on playing chess, just letting Yang Yiyun do as he pleased.
Well, the other party was a great cultivator and was qualified to do so. Yang Yiyun was not angry and sat aside. There were fine wine and spiritual tea, and he would not be polite.
Don’t disturb her playing chess, just sit down and taste the spiritual wine and tea and wait.
Who let her be a Mahayana cultivator?
In the world of cultivation, it is so realistic. A person with high strength and cultivation is a strong person, and the strong have privileges over the weak.
He picked up a cup of spiritual wine and drank it. It was really a good thing. He drank it in one gulp and it was full of spiritual energy. It was very pure.
He muttered secretly: “It’s a pity that the five-element beast is not here, otherwise this guy would like it.”
When uploading, the five-element beast was arranged in the spiritual beast area on the first floor. Some spiritual beasts are large and need special rooms.
On this spaceship, Yang Yiyu is not the only one who has spiritual beasts, and other people naturally have them.
So the five-element beast was arranged to stay in a separate spiritual beast room.
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Time is slower in waiting, but for cultivators, sometimes the least valuable thing is time. The more advanced the cultivation, the more likely they are to practice in seclusion for several months at a time, and even hundreds of years are possible.
Mu Wenxiang and the young girl played a game of chess for three days before it ended. During these three days, Yang Yiyu observed that the spaceship flew for three days, stopped for one day in the middle, and reached two cities.
He sat aside and drank a jar of spiritual wine and a pot of spiritual tea. He was still not satisfied and wanted to drink more, but unfortunately there was no more.
Spiritual wine is also wine, and it can also make people drunk. Yang Yiyun did not use his skills to refine it, but just drank it with his stomach open. When he finished drinking, he was a little drunk, but he felt very refreshed, with a stomach full of pure spiritual energy, which was refining in his dantian.
“Sister Mu, I’ll go back first~” The woman stood up and said goodbye.
And how did Yang Yiyun wake up from his slightly drunken state? He heard the woman talking and came back to his senses. The two of them were over.
The moment he opened his eyes in the haze, Yang Yiyun and the woman looked at each other. He smiled and gestured, but in return, the woman gave him a proud and light glance. Yang Yiyun saw a strong disdain in the woman’s eyes, as if she was a nobleman who was high above, and he was a poor man. Looking at her for a second would dirty her eyes.
It was the first time that Yang Yiyun encountered such a look of disdain and contempt, and he felt very unhappy.
He didn’t provoke her, but he didn’t expect this woman to look down on him…? He
immediately thought of two words in his mind – Fool!
If he wasn’t a guest, he really wanted to stand up and ask this woman… What the hell is your sense of superiority?
He took a deep breath and held back. He came to visit Mu Wenxiang, not to cause trouble. Besides, he was a freeloader on this Feichuang, so he had to bear it.
After watching Mu Wenxiang personally send the woman away, Yang Yiyu was really surprised. It seemed that this woman with eyes on her forehead who was naturally superior to others might really have an extraordinary origin. Otherwise, how could a person in the early stage of the Tribulation Crossing let Mu Wenxiang, who was in the middle stage of the Mahayana, send her off.
After the woman left, Mu Wenxiang turned around with a smile as gentle as spring breeze, and she looked like a smooth businessman. She said, “Are you still surprised?” It was
a random sentence, but Yang Yiyun understood what she meant. He smiled and nodded, “A little bit~”
Mu Wenxiang smiled and said, “Her name is Qu Mingyue. She has a good master and is used to being complimented by others. Don’t mind it, and don’t take it to heart, otherwise she will take it to heart, and you will be in big trouble then.”
Yang Yiyun felt that Mu Wenxiang had something else in her words, and looked at her in confusion, “Senior Mu didn’t finish what he said, did he?”
“Little bastard, Lou Haitang and I are of the same generation. You call her sister, but why do you call me senior? Call me sister and I’ll tell you, haha.” Mu Wenxiang laughed.
Yang Yiyun was embarrassed. All women have the same problem!
“Sister Mu~” It doesn’t matter what you call her. Anyway, she helped me get on the spaceship, so she deserves to be called sister. Besides, calling her senior does make me look old.
“Haha, that’s better. Sit down. Sister just played chess with Qu Mingyue and neglected you.” Mu Wenxiang went to pour wine while talking, but the wine jar was empty. She looked at Yang Yiyu and said with a twitch in her mouth: “Little brother, did you drink up sister’s spiritual wine?”
“Ahem~” Yang Yiyu coughed twice and said embarrassedly: “Sister Mu’s spiritual wine is too delicious. I drank it up without paying attention.”
“Sister, this jar of spiritual wine is worth a thousand top-grade spiritual stones. You… you are really honest.” Mu Wenxiang’s heart was bleeding. Looking at the spiritual tea, it seemed that there was no more.
Yang Yiyu was embarrassed.
How could he have thought that a jar of fine wine was worth a thousand top-grade spiritual stones?
And it was Mu Wenxiang who said it was up to her, so he couldn’t be blamed, right?
Mu Wenxiang’s mouth twitched, and she didn’t say anything more. With a wave of her hand, another jar of spiritual wine was in her hand. She poured a glass for her and Yang Yiyu, and Yang Yiyu also drank it.
After all, Yang Yiyu was a guest, so he still had to entertain him.
Anyway, it was all over, Yang Yiyun was not polite, picked up the wine glass and drank it all. The wine he drank now was much worse than before. It seemed that Mu Wenxiang felt sorry for him and took out a inferior wine to treat him.
It was impolite not to reciprocate. After Yang Yiyun saw Mu Wenxiang’s pain, he waved his hand and nine spiritual peaches appeared on the table and said, “Sister Mu, I didn’t bring anything good when I visited you. These spiritual peaches are not bad. Sister, please accept them. I have to trouble you to take care of me on the way. Please advise me if there is anything wrong.”
Yang Yiyun’s spiritual peach was naturally not an ordinary item. It was one of the two great treasures of the Qiankun Pot Space, comparable to the purest true qi pill. It contained pure spiritual energy that did not need to be refined when taken directly. It was considered to flatter Mu Wenxiang, after all, he had just drunk up her spiritual wine and tea.
When Mu Wenxiang saw Yang Yiyu take out the spiritual peach, she didn’t care at first because she thought that Yang Yiyu, a young cultivator in the Fusion Stage, couldn’t take out anything good. But her expression changed immediately after a glance. She was a cultivator in the Mahayana Stage and could naturally see the spiritual energy contained in the spiritual peach Yang Yiyu took out.
She was born in the capital of the Sun, Moon and Stars Province and traveled all year round. Otherwise, she was involved in the collection and transportation of natural materials and treasures for the Chamber of Commerce. She had come into contact with superior spiritual fruits and could immediately see that the spiritual peach Yang Yiyu took out was of great value.
The pain of having Yang Yiyun drink up all the spiritual wine just now disappeared. She smiled and waved her hand to put away the spiritual peach. She said without any politeness: “Oh, Lou Haitang and I are sisters. We are all family. You are too polite. By the way, what is your name? Lou Haitang told me that my sister has a bad memory, hehe…”
Yang Yiyun rolled his eyes in his heart and thought to himself, you are indeed a businessman, you are greedy for profit, you must not remember the name of a small person like me at all, how can a cultivator in the Mahayana stage have a bad memory? He
knew it in his heart, but Yang Yiyun could figure it out. For a Mahayana cultivator like Mu Wenxiang, he would not take a small cultivator like himself seriously. He probably wanted to meet him for Lou Haitang’s sake. Now Yang Yiyun understood a little bit, maybe Lou Haitang spent a lot of money on Mu Wenxiang for him.
After understanding Mu Wenxiang’s personality, Yang Yiyun smiled and said, “My name is Yang Yiyun.”
“Oh, yes, yes, it’s Yang Yiyun, the younger brother of the Yang family. Sister has arranged everything for you, and you can live here. Sister has many rooms. I will go to the ninth floor later. Anyway, no one lives there. It will take about a month to go to Yinhe. You just stay here during this time. Sister, I will arrange everything for you.”
Mu Wenxiang got the benefit of Yang Yiyun’s spiritual peach, and she was very enthusiastic. Letting Yang Yiyun live in her room was originally arranged by Lou Haitang, and now she borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, so that Yang Yiyun would appreciate it.
“Thank you very much, sister Mu.” Yang Yiyun thanked.
“No need to thank me, no need to thank me. Anyway, I won’t live in this room for a while. I’m going to the ninth floor to discuss Taoism with Qu Mingyue. Oh, by the way, if you meet Qu Mingyue on the boat in the next period of time, don’t miss her. She is the apprentice of Yuanxian Master of our Chamber of Commerce.
Yuanxian Master practices poison. Qu Mingyue is known as the Little Poison King. Her poison attack is unfathomable. If she misses you, you’re done. Don’t look at Qu Mingyue’s initial stage of cultivation, but she practices poison. Even a Mahayana cultivator like me is afraid of her. You just looked at Qu Mingyue like that, which is actually very bad. Be careful next time you meet.” Mu Wenxiang told Yang Yiyu seriously.
“Thank you sister Mu for your advice. I’ll remember it.” Although he said this, Yang Yiyu didn’t care in his heart. In his mind, he wouldn’t go to the ninth floor and wouldn’t meet Qu Mingyue. How could she miss him?
Yang Yiyu’s thought was right, but he didn’t expect that something would happen a few days later, which was beyond his imagination, and it just went against his wishes.
“Okay, sister is leaving first. After I tell her some things, I will go directly to the ninth floor. This room is for you to use. Remember, except for the ninth floor, you can move freely on other floors of the spaceship. I will say hello to the steward, but it is best for you to stay in the room to practice and don’t run around. There are at least three people like me on this spaceship who will be responsible, and some of them have bad tempers.” Mu Wenxiang accepted the double benefits from Yang Yiyu and Lou Haitang, and she also fulfilled her responsibility.
Yang Yiyu expressed his gratitude and then watched Mu Wenxiang leave.
He also agreed with Mu Wenxiang’s words and made up his mind to stay in the room to practice. Anyway, it will only take a month, and he will be fine when he gets off the spaceship.
(End of this chapter)
