"Yes."
Chu Lingwei nodded. No matter how dangerous it was, she had to go in.
"Junior Sister, actually, whatever you want, our Xiuling Academy can provide it. You don't need to take such a big risk," Leng Xingzhi picked up the spiritual tea from the table and took a sip, his voice gentle, as if comforting her, or as if discussing a trivial matter.
Chu Lingwei: "..." She knew Xiuling Academy was very wealthy, but they didn't need to say it so openly.
"Senior Brother, I want to enter the Hengtian Secret Realm to improve my abilities. This way, I can do what I want to do," Chu Lingwei's eyes showed determination.
If she wanted to seek revenge on Su Xianrou with her own abilities, it would be too difficult. She didn't know how many years she would need to cultivate to be able to fight Su Xianrou and her allies.
She wanted to quickly improve her abilities so she could crush her enemies underfoot.
Leng Xingzhi put down his spiritual tea, a hint of an unreadable emotion flickering in his smiling eyes. He sighed softly, stood up, and ruffled Chu Lingwei's hair, "Alright, Junior Sister, you must be extremely careful."
Chu Lingwei felt like her head was about to explode. Senior Brother was ruffling her hair again.
Looking at Senior Brother's clear eyes and his gentle smile, his peerless appearance, Chu Lingwei's face flushed slightly.
When had she become so familiar with Senior Brother?
However, Senior Brother's gaze was so pure that she couldn't conceive of any improper thoughts.
"Let's go, I'll escort Junior Sister back to her room," Leng Xingzhi quickly let go of Chu Lingwei and said.
By the time Chu Lingwei came to her senses, stood up, and walked towards the door, he followed behind.
Back in her room, Chu Lingwei muttered to herself, Senior Brother's face was really a distraction.
After resting for a day at the inn, Chu Lingwei was in a good mood. She dressed up a little and left the inn.
She also wanted to see what this Muxian Town was like and how it differed from ordinary market towns.
In reality, most market towns were similar. Their existence was to provide convenience for cultivators.
Whether it was the shops on the street or the scattered stalls set up on the side, they all sold spiritual herbs, pills, formation plates, magic artifacts, and so on.
Those who could appear here were all disciples who were about to enter the Hengtian Secret Realm. For their survival, these were the most needed items.
Chu Lingwei looked at her storage bracelet. It contained everything she could possibly need, and even things she didn't know she needed. She didn't need to prepare anything.
"What kind of grass is this?" Chu Lingwei had been browsing for a long time. Her storage bracelet was now piled high with spiritual stones, so she could buy whatever she wanted. Her personal space was already filled with many interesting items she had collected.
"Reporting to Immortal Fairy, I don't know what kind of grass this is either."
The stall owner was an elder in the Lingdong stage. His lifespan was nearing its end. If he couldn't break through again, he would die of old age.
Now, he had taken out all his possessions to sell, hoping to exchange them for spiritual stones to buy a Po Ling Pill to help him advance.
The people who came to Muxian Town were all elite disciples from various sects. He dared not offend anyone here, so he told the truth.
Chu Lingwei stared at the almost withered grass. However, a faint trace of spiritual energy was emerging from within, indicating that it was not entirely dead. She cross-referenced it with all the herb collections on the Xuantian Continent, but found no such grass.
"Immortal Fairy, this spiritual grass was found in a swamp in my Heize Forest. It's already fifty years old, yet its spiritual energy has not dissipated. It should be a rare immortal herb," the elder said, quickly promoting it as he saw Chu Lingwei's interest.
"How many spiritual stones?" Chu Lingwei thought to herself, if it was truly as the elder said, a fifty-year-old withered grass that did not die was indeed interesting.
However, the reason it hadn't been sold was because very few people could grow it.
No matter how precious it might be, it was useless if it couldn't be cultivated.
"Two spiritual stones," the elder stated his desired price as soon as he saw Chu Lingwei was willing to buy.
He had been displaying this withered grass for nearly half a month, and no one had inquired about it. Since he couldn't grow it, it was better to exchange it for spiritual stones.
Chu Lingwei frowned. Two spiritual stones for a clump of withered grass seemed foolish.
Seeing the elder's spiritual power slowly dissipating, Chu Lingwei took out two spiritual stones and threw them to him, casually tossing the withered grass into her space.
Her space could grow anything. As long as this grass was alive, she could definitely grow it.
After buying the withered grass, Chu Lingwei saw that it was getting late and returned to the inn. As she entered the inn, a familiar voice made her pause.
"Are there really no rooms left?" Chu Xiyin asked persistently. She knew that disciples from Xiuling Academy were staying at this inn, and she hoped to connect with them. "I can pay double the spiritual stones."
Chu Xiyin!
She hadn't expected to meet them so soon.
"I apologize, fellow Daoist, but our inn is already fully booked." The innkeeper politely refused. The young master preferred peace and quiet, so even if the inn was empty, no one would be accommodated.
"Immortal Fairy Ling, you're back." The innkeeper's face immediately lit up with a warm smile as he saw Chu Lingwei enter. He bowed respectfully, "Lunch has been prepared. Does Immortal Fairy Ling wish to dine here or in your room?"
"Just... right here." Chu Lingwei glanced at Chu Xiyin, then changed her words and sat at the table by the window in the farthest corner of the lobby.
She hadn't expected that Chu Xiyin, who had been on the verge of death back then, would have recovered seventy percent of her spiritual power in just two months. It seemed Su Xianrou had used quite a few of Xuanxin Sect's valuable resources.
She wanted to see what Chu Xiyin was doing at this inn.
Chu Xiyin was also scrutinizing Chu Lingwei with curiosity. She noticed that the steward's attitude towards Chu Lingwei was very respectful, and she secretly guessed that this young lady's identity must be extraordinary.
"In that case, may we dine here?" Seeing that the innkeeper would not budge, Chu Xiyin sat at a table not far from Chu Lingwei. This place was both an inn and a restaurant.
"Of course, you can. Both Immortal Fairies, please," the innkeeper smiled and invited Chu Xiyin and another female disciple from Xuanxin Sect to sit down, instructing a waiter to take their orders.
Chu Lingwei glanced at the female disciple from Xuanxin Sect who was following Chu Xiyin. She looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't recall who it was.
It seemed Cheng Shan had been abandoned by Chu Xiyin.
"Fellow Daoist, are you staying at this inn?" Chu Xiyin, seeing Chu Lingwei looking over, thought she was looking at her and asked softly.
"Yes." Chu Lingwei returned a smile to Chu Xiyin, her eyes holding a deeper meaning.
Chu Xiyin felt that the way this young lady was looking at her was a bit strange. When she looked again, her eyes were clear, with nothing else in them.
She must have been mistaken.
"What a shame, there are no more vacant rooms at this inn," Chu Xiyin said with a sigh of regret, her gaze even conveying disappointment.