Chapter 142 Unsentimental

The Taiyin Source Fragment undoubtedly refers to the black circle within the character card.

Zhang Yuanqing isn't the naive newbie from back then. After graduating from Qin Feng Academy, his knowledge of the Lingjing has become increasingly rich.

The black moon left behind by the Demon Lord symbolizes the power of Taiyin, and at the highest level.

It fits the title of "Taiyin Source."

It was the word "Fragment" that surprised Zhang Yuanqing. He always thought the black moon was complete; he didn't realize it was a fragment.

On second thought, it made perfect sense.

If the Demon Lord had a complete black moon, he would have been promoted to demigod long ago.

"This is practically emptying my pockets!" Zhang Yuanqing replied silently in his heart: "Decline!"

The dialogue box immediately disappeared. The next moment, a new dialogue box appeared:

[Exchange item: Sacrificial Rite Set.

[Do you agree?]

Zhang Yuanqing almost laughed in anger. He thought, "You idiot, can you ask for something less valuable? You're trying to squeeze me dry!"

He suddenly had a thought and realized that this function was very useful.

He could use the exchange ticket's trading ability to find the relics his father had left him. According to the Palace Master, his deceased father had left something unknown in his soul.

That something was the culprit behind his soul splitting, but to this day, Zhang Yuanqing still didn't know what it was, much less find it.

"I'll try again after leaving this place." Suppressing his excitement, he refused once more and threw the exchange ticket into the gang's warehouse.

"President," Zhang Yuanqing said, standing in place, "You just mentioned the Perfect Human Skin. This is a karma-related item. Why did Mr. Bill sell it to me?"

The president leaned lazily against the sofa, legs crossed, gently swirling the liquor in a glass in his palm, and said with a light smile, "You can understand it as an investment. After the Light Compass appeared, all organizations have been looking for promising Night Wanderers to invest in. Bill is an excellent businessman, and he saw potential in you."

"Why is everyone investing in Night Wanderers? What does the Light Compass's prophecy actually mean?" Zhang Yuanqing asked quickly.

The president didn't answer. He took a sip of the strong liquor and smiled, "Knowing too much information that doesn't match your level isn't a good thing. This is a warning!"

"If it were the boss, he would definitely tell me without hesitation!" Zhang Yuanqing thought.

"I have no more questions, President."

"In that case, I won't keep you." The president, wearing a silver mask, put down his glass and snapped his fingers. "Release."

"Ah, wait!"

Zhang Yuanqing quickly interrupted and took out his phone, holding it up to the big shot with a flattering smile, "Add me as a friend?"

The president reached into his pocket, then paused, returning to his lazy posture, and said, "If there's anything, contact Bill." Before Zhang Yuanqing could speak, he snapped his fingers.

"Banish!"

Zhang Yuanqing felt a blur before his eyes. The nightclub's luxurious private room quickly dissipated, and bright streetlights and a dark sky filled his vision.

He appeared outside the Fu family's villa district.

"The Void profession is so cool; teleportation is much more convenient than wind riding." Zhang Yuanqing muttered, imitating the president's action and snapping his fingers. "Star Shift!"

A dreamy starlight rose, and he appeared in front of Fu Qingyang's study door.

He knocked on the door and entered.

The young master Qian, dressed in white, sat upright behind his desk. The desk was empty, clearly waiting for him.

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly felt a sense of being away from home and having someone waiting for his return. It would be even better if young master Qian were replaced by young miss Qian.

Well, currently, the Fu family's young miss is breaking up with him.

"Boss, I'm back," Zhang Yuanqing stepped forward, took out the Myriad Realms Bank exchange ticket, and said, "This is what the president rewarded me with."

A visible curiosity flashed in Fu Qingyang's deep, calm eyes. He took the small stamp and focused on reading its information.

Because he knew about the president's deeds of fighting three demigods alone, he had a strong interest and curiosity in this item.

Zhang Yuanqing explained the characteristics of the exchange ticket on the side.

After listening, Fu Qingyang put the stamp on the table, pushed it back, and said in a rich, clear voice, "I suggest you use it at the Ruler stage. Level-skipping combat is very extravagant among high-level Lingjing Xingzhe. Having a few top-quality items can achieve level-skipping combat. This situation mostly occurs at the Transcendent and Saint levels."

At the Ruler stage, even the young master Qian, who is close to perfecting his skills, doesn't have the confidence to defeat a level 8 Saint.

Of course, with the Swordsman's Cloak, he thinks he can try.

But looking at the entire Lingjing, the Swordsman's Cloak is probably unique; there won't be a second item with similar functions.

"I decided to use it at the demigod stage. I want to fight three." Zhang Yuanqing took back the exchange ticket, lowered his head, and said, "That, um, boss, Guan Ya jie is breaking up with me. If she doesn't react until tomorrow morning, um, can you not tell her about the Red Thread?"

Hearing the words "breaking up," the corners of Fu Qingyang's lips curled up slightly. "Okay, but why are you looking down?"

"Because I don't want you to see that I want to sleep with your sister." Zhang Yuanqing sighed with his head lowered, "I'm very sad."

"You don't seem like someone who would be sad."

"Ah, it's getting late, boss, rest early." Zhang Yuanqing teleported away using Star Shift.

Leaving the Fu family's villa, Zhang Yuanqing took out the Gale Rider gloves, planning to ride the wind home, but his phone in his pocket "dinged," indicating an incoming text message.

He took out his phone to check.

[Palace Master of Zhisha Palace: Tonight at twelve, the usual place.]

"Seriously, the daytime information isn't until now..." Zhang Yuanqing replied: "Okay."

Late night, twelve o'clock.

A gust of wind swept up outside the coffee shop, and light dust rose, swirling towards the sky.

A figure descended from the sky, landing in front of the coffee shop.

Zhang Yuanqing entered the open glass door and saw the Palace Master of Zhisha Palace brewing coffee behind the counter.

She was as beautiful as ever, her red dress like fire, her black hair like a waterfall, and her silver mask reflecting the light, dazzlingly bright.

Zhang Yuanqing walked past the front desk expressionlessly, found a round table by the window, and waited in silence.

A few minutes later, the Palace Master of Zhisha Palace came over, carrying two cups of coffee, her skirt trailing on the ground, moving gracefully.

"I added two spoons of sugar."

She put down the coffee and winked playfully.

Zhang Yuanqing didn't look at the coffee. He raised his eyes and stared at the Palace Master, who was close at hand. The ancients used "a clever smile, beautiful eyes, and pure white as splendor" to describe beautiful women.

It means that this girl's smile is playful and lively, her charming eyes are captivating, and her fair skin has a touching charm.

The ancients were truly cultured. Unlike Zhang Yuanqing, when he sees a beautiful girl with a good figure, he would only say: "Damn, those are big!"

But he doesn't want to compliment the Palace Master of Zhisha Palace on "those are big" right now, because he's very angry right now.

"Last time I asked you if you knew Nuwa, you said you didn't. But I remember that when you were chased by the Demon Eye and fled back to Songhai, you clearly said that you had an item called 'Nuwa's Embrace.' Why did you lie to me?" Zhang Yuanqing pushed the coffee away, making his attitude clear.

In fact, he had long forgotten about this matter. It wasn't until he heard "Nuwa's Embrace" again at Qin Feng Academy that he remembered what she had said that day.

The Palace Master of Zhisha Palace said with a grin, "Well, I really don't know if Nuwa exists or not."

Zhang Yuanqing looked at her coldly for a moment. "Okay, let's put the Nuwa matter aside for now."

He took out the Myriad Realms Bank exchange ticket from his inventory and placed it on the table, saying, "Do you recognize it? It doesn't matter if you don't. It has a function that can detect the items on you, and it can find even the most hidden things.

"But from beginning to end, I haven't seen it find the things my dad left behind. Palace Master, how much of what you told me is actually true? Can I still trust you?"

He gazed with cold, sharp eyes.

The Palace Master of Zhisha Palace rested her cheek on her hand and said with a smile, "What do you think?"

Zhang Yuanqing said, "Your concealment makes me feel no trust whatsoever. The trip to Takamagahara is canceled, and let's not contact each other in the future."

The Palace Master of Zhisha Palace stared at him for a long time, then curled the corners of her lips. "The ties of affection have been severed; no wonder you've become so cold and ruthless."

She slowly stood up, barefoot, walked around the round table, and made a move that caught Zhang Yuanqing off guard.

She wrapped her arms around Zhang Yuanqing's neck and sat on his lap.

After knowing her for so long, let alone intimate interactions, Zhang Yuanqing hasn't even touched her hand.

This sudden move shocked him, making his whole body stiff, afraid to move, and even more afraid that the little guy who hasn't had seafood in twenty-one years would be unworthy and offend the Palace Master.

This is a madwoman.

"Speechless? So you're using such a clumsy way to regain the initiative?"

Zhang Yuanqing's mouth is even harder than the little guy.

The Palace Master lowered her head, her beautiful eyes under the mask gazing deeply. She said softly, "Controlling you is very simple. Do you think I need to use a honey trap on you? Yuan Shi, after sewing up your soul, I became unpredictable and crazy. You are the only person I'm strongly restraining my nature for, the only person I can't bear to hurt."

"So what!" Zhang Yuanqing was still stubborn.

She sighed, "I am hiding many things from you, but believe me, you won't want to know the truth. Telling you now would be an unbearable pain for you."

After a long silence, Zhang Yuanqing gently pushed her away. "Tomorrow at eight o'clock, go to Takamagahara."

"Seven o'clock in the morning, the protagonist's striving group."

[Yuanshi Tianzun: Everyone, Baihua Association suspects me. They noticed that some students might have opened the stone gate. @Xiahou Aotian, don't sell goods through your family's auction house. I'll recommend a place to you. Go to Huadu and contact Brother Red Chicken, and let him take you to a black market called Wanbaowu. Ask the mistress of Wanbaowu to help you auction.]

[Xiahou Aotian: Wanbaowu? Is she reliable?]

[Yuanshi Tianzun: She's quite reliable. Of course, remember to disguise yourself before you go. Also, if she recommends that you use a certain furnace to create items, be sure to refuse.]

[Xiahou Aotian: Got it!]

[Yuanshi Tianzun: Everyone, after the antiques are auctioned, it's best to hold cash. It's hard to explain suddenly having a large sum of money in your account. Your accounts are definitely being monitored. @Zhao Chenglie, after nine o'clock, pull Sun Miaomiao back into the group. She will cry and apologize to me.]

Leather City, Xiahou family.

In the bedroom of the villa, Xiahou Aotian held "The Art of Alchemy" in his left hand, his phone in his right hand, and black headphones on his ears.

It can help the wearer hear the voices of spirits.

"I never thought of selling antiques myself, but suddenly having a large sum of money in my account is indeed difficult to explain. I'll take a trip to Huadu tomorrow."

Xiahou Aotian put down his phone, and while touching the black iron ring, he continued to listen to the lectures of the Qin state alchemist.

After a long time, the old voice said, "Rest for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea."

Xiahou Aotian finally opened his mouth, "Old alchemist, your cultivation ideas are wrong. Using elixirs to cultivate death warriors is impossible in modern times. We Lingjing Xingzhe have a moral value."

The old alchemist was explaining the details of alchemy, such as the heat, the use of utensils, the number of times water is added, and the dosage, according to the elixir formulas in the Art of Alchemy.

At the same time, he was teaching him the correct way to fight as an alchemist.

One of them was to refine elixirs to cultivate death warriors who are not afraid of death, do not know pain, and have immense strength.

The old voice snorted, "Your aptitude is so mediocre, you truly disappoint me. Moral values limit you from harming people, but they don't limit you from harming other living beings."

Xiahou Aotian's eyes lit up, "I understand what you mean. I can use the wooden demon's props to gather animals, and then let the animals take the elixirs. This is more combat effective than ordinary death warriors."

After speaking, Xiahou Aotian did not refute what the ring grandpa had just said, "Poor old man, does suppressing me give you pleasure? Is your heart full of admiration and jealousy? This protagonist won't bother with you; how can a strong person care about the evaluation of mere ants?"

The ring was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I understand the reason why everyone has turned against you."

Ten o'clock in the morning.

Mount Fuji, Japan. Zhang Yuanqing, revisiting the old place, wore a mask and sunglasses and dressed in hiking clothes, disguising himself as a tourist. Following his memory, he stopped at the entrance to Takamagahara.

This place is sparsely populated. The Ganhe team, worried that the Heavenly Punishment would learn about the existence of Takamagahara, did not arrange members to monitor or guard this place. This would only expose the existence of Takamagahara.

Doing nothing is the best way to keep it secret, so Zhang Yuanqing doesn't have to worry about being monitored this time.

"It's under your feet."

He pointed to the ground and turned his head to look at the Palace Master of Zhisha Palace.

This jie jie was still wearing a red dress, wearing a silver mask, her skirt trailing on the ground, but it didn't get any dust or mud, spotlessly clean.

Along the way, the tourists at the foot of the mountain turned a blind eye to her. Zhang Yuanqing didn't understand whether this was the ability of the Siming, or whether she used props.

Such as the Void profession.

The Palace Master of Zhisha Palace nodded slightly, and countless red threads exploded behind her, like wildly dancing tentacles.

These red threads swarmed into the ground, tearing open the rock and soil, exposing a dark abyss.

The Palace Master of Zhisha Palace fluttered into it.

Zhang Yuanqing turned into a dreamy starlight and arrived at the bottom of the cave first, seeing the tall three-legged Golden Crow stone sculpture.

The rustling of the skirt rubbing against the air came from overhead, and after a while, the Palace Master of Zhisha Palace landed lightly.

"Three-legged Golden Crow."

She stared at the stone sculpture, and her red little mouth said, "Legend has it that there is a Fusang sacred tree outside the East Sea, which is where the ten suns live. The bronze sacred tree in Takamagahara should be the Fusang tree."

"To be more precise, the legendary Fusang tree refers to that bronze tree." Zhang Yuanqing took out the jade plate and teleported to the eye socket of the stone sculpture, submerging the "pupil" into it.

In the next second, blinding red light spewed out from the Golden Crow's pupils, hitting the rock wall directly and projecting a tall light door.

ps: Recommend a book "My Brother is the Number One纨绔 in Great Qin" (Wan Ku = playboy)