Chapter 115 Jade Slip (Subscription Request)

As soon as Steward Wang died, Wu Tao quickly and skillfully cleaned up the traces of the fight around him.

Then he took back the Tri-Polar Fire and Water Sword Formation and left quickly.

After all, Steward Wang was a disciple of the Qingling Sect. If he stayed here for too long, something unexpected would inevitably happen. That's why Wu Tao fought quickly and used the Tri-Polar Fire and Water Sword Formation directly.

"It's been three years, and Steward Wang hasn't made any progress at all!"

"He was at the seventh level of Qi Refining three years ago, and he's still at the seventh level of Qi Refining three years later?"

On the way back, Wu Tao was secretly suspicious, but soon figured it out. In the late stage of Qi Refining, it's not strange to break through a level in three to five years, unless you are a child of destiny.

But if Steward Wang was a child of destiny, he wouldn't be a steward in a bitter and cold place like a mine, but would concentrate on practicing in the Qingling Sect, and he wouldn't have to earn resources for practice by himself, and the sect would be able to satisfy everything.

However, in general, Wu Tao finally got his mind right to take back what belongs to him.

Steward Wang only owed Wu Tao twenty low-grade spirit stones.

Disciples of the Qingling Sect, such as Manager Wang, never regard independent cultivators as human beings.

Not only the Qingling Sect, but also Wuquan Mountain is the same. Since the last soul-eating insect incident, Wu Tao has understood that such a large sect will not regard independent cultivators as human beings.

If they die, it is just like the death of an ant, which is insignificant.

Therefore, they naturally develop a high-handed attitude. It is only twenty pieces of low-grade spirit stones. You said that you, Manager Wang, are not short of these spirit stones. Wouldn't it be fine if you gave them at that time?

Otherwise, how could you end up with this life and death today.

Twenty pieces of low-grade spirit stones may be the money for a meal for Manager Wang, but it was the life-saving money of Wu Tao at that time.

"Yes, most of their wealth comes from the oppression of independent cultivators, but they never think so. Instead, they think that independent cultivators rely on them to survive in this dangerous world of cultivating immortals."

Wu Tao did not return to the East Outer City. Instead, he saw that there was still enough time, so he went around in the wild and returned to the West Inner City.

On the way, he performed the bone-shifting and shape-changing technique several times in a row, changing several vests.

He was so cautious that he returned to the West Inner City.

"Under this situation, the death of Manager Wang should not be traced to me." Wu Tao thought to himself.

Back to the street where he rented, Wu Tao found a deserted place, restored his original appearance, and then went home.

It's been a month. Although he said he would be back in a month, he went to such a dangerous thing, and the other party was Qingling Sect. Chen Yao must be worried to death.

Sure enough, as soon as Wu Tao opened the door, Chen Yao heard the sound of the door opening, and immediately stopped practicing, ran out, and saw Wu Tao, and immediately burst into tears of joy, like a bird flying into the forest, and threw herself into Wu Tao's arms.

"Brother, you are finally back... woooo... you don't know how worried I am about you..." Chen Yao stammered.

Wu Tao hugged her, patted her back and said, "I'm back, the problem is solved!"

After Chen Yao's mood stabilized, Chen Yao went to cook, and Wu Tao came to the practice room to check the storage bag of Wang Guanshi. After killing Wang Guanshi, Wu Tao quickly left the battlefield and had no time to count the harvest.

Counting the harvest on the battlefield, isn't that a joke? !

Too dangerous.

Wu Tao looked at the storage bag in his hand and frowned slightly. It was not that the storage bag had a ban and he couldn't open it. With the death of Wang Guanshi, the divine imprint he left in the storage bag naturally disappeared.

What made Wu Tao frown was that there was a Qingling Sect logo on the storage bag.

This logo, with his current means, cannot be removed, which means that this storage bag cannot be seen in the light, cannot be used by himself, and cannot be sold.

"These immortal sects, one by one, are really cunning." Wu Tao felt a little helpless.

Wu Tao dispelled the helpless feeling in his heart, and probed into the storage bag with his mind. His eyes were moved. This storage bag was actually an eight-dimensional storage bag.

The value of this storage bag alone was no less than that of a first-order, ninth-level magic weapon.

But even if there was the anti-counterfeiting mark of the Qingling Sect, he didn't dare to use it even if he wanted to.

"What the hell!"

Wu Tao cursed inwardly, and sorted the storage bag into categories. He directly poured out all the spirit stones first, and there was a pile of spirit stones on the ground in front of him.

Wu Tao's mind swept over the pile of spirit stones, and immediately the number of spirit stones in this pile was reflected in his mind.

The total number of spirit stones in this pile was 321 medium-grade spirit stones.

Wu Tao took out twenty low-grade spirit stones and said, "Manager Wang, the spirit stones you owe me are considered paid back."

"You also paid back the life you owed me."

Then, he looked at the remaining spirit stones and said, "The things in this storage bag and the remaining spirit stones will be counted as my payment, collection fee, travel fee, mental damage fee, and the cost of cremating you in the end, so that your body will not be thrown into the wilderness and be destroyed by monsters and wild beasts. You're welcome..."

"More than three hundred medium-grade spirit stones..."

"This is not a small amount. It's not that the disciples of Qingling Sect are poor, but that they have a stable income, a stable supply of magic tools, pills, and spells. They don't need to store a lot of spirit stones on their bodies, but exchange these spirit stones for resources for cultivation and improvement, such as this..."

Wu Tao's mind moved, and three jade bottles appeared in his palm.

He gently opened the stopper of one of the jade bottles, and immediately, a scent of pills filled the air. He poured out the jade bottle and poured a green pill into his palm.

There was a cloud pattern on the green pill, which was round and restrained, exuding a faint spiritual charm. Wu Tao raised his palm and slowly put it under his nose to smell it. As soon as he smelled it, he knew what was going on.

"This pill is much better than the Purple Spirit Pill."

Wu Tao had heard that in the streets, such immortal sects as Wuquan Mountain and Qingling Sect, their disciples had special pills to supply for cultivation. The one from Wuquan Mountain was called Wuqi Pill, and the one from Qingling Sect was called Qingling Pill.

"This should be the Qingling Pill, which is only available within the sect and cannot be purchased by casual practitioners from the outside world. The best pills should of course be enjoyed by oneself..."

"Here are three bottles of Qingling Pills, ten pills in each bottle."

"This value should be dozens of times that of Ziling Pills... The most important thing is that there is no channel to buy it..."

"Try to practice with this Qingling Pill and see how effective it is..."

Wu Tao put the Qingling Pill into his five-sided storage bag, which was the storage bag Zhou Du gave him, and then his mind probed into the storage bag of Manager Wang.

"Huh!"

Wu Tao's eyes moved, and he couldn't help but let out a surprised sound, because in his mind perception, there was something familiar in the storage bag that appeared in his mind...

"This... I didn't expect that after going around in circles, it finally returned to my hands. I have to say that this fate is really wonderful..."

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