He was a sect senior after all, and with his current low strength, it was best not to give the other any reason to make trouble.
The Kill Matt little bird’s bright red eyes lit up noticeably when he saw Xie Linlang.
He then poked his fluffy head under his wing, rummaged with his beak for a bit, and pulled out a pouch.
Night Senior held the pouch in his beak, head held high in apparent pride, but those constantly darting red eyes fully revealed the anxiety and hesitation in his heart.
Xie Linlang paused for a moment before tentatively asking, “Is this for me, Senior?”
The Kill Matt little bird nodded.
Xie Linlang reached out and took the pouch. Upon opening it, he found it packed full of Snake Fangs.
Xie Linlang was somewhat surprised. He examined the Snake Fangs closely and discovered that all the poison had been timidly extracted, and they had been baked with Demonic Qi.
As long as the Snake Fangs were ground into powder and mixed with some other materials, they could be made into a feather beautifying paste to help his Sparrows molt quickly.
Xie Linlang’s expression softened a bit. He put away the pouch of Snake Fangs.
There was no need to think about it; these were definitely supplies handed in by sect disciples during their training in the swamp.
Shen He had sent Xie Linlang some snake bones, snake sheds, Snake Fangs, snake venom, and other materials.
But the quality of what Kill Matt Night Senior brought was better.
Xie Linlang’s tone became more sincere. “Many thanks, Senior.”
The Kill Matt little bird tilted his head and tentatively poked Xie Linlang’s robe hem with his beak. Seeing that Xie Linlang did not swat him away, he suddenly grabbed the edge of the robe with his claws and whoosh whoosh whoosh scrambled up onto Xie Linlang’s shoulder.
Xie Linlang instinctively wanted to fling the bird off, but considering the favor he had received, he held back.
After a brief moment of contemplation, Xie Linlang decided to proceed with his original plan and go find Senior Brother Qian.
Shen He had previously brought a material acquisition list from Senior Brother Qian, and Xie Linlang had already selected the materials he needed. He planned to make a deal with Senior Brother Qian.
Pei Jiye nestled securely on Xie Linlang’s shoulder, so close that he could even feel Xie Linlang’s pitch-black hair, like crow feathers, brushing over his head again and again.
Pei Jiye rarely settled down completely like this.
The ancient chanting that had always echoed in his mind from distant antiquity seemed to have vanished. That continuously burning, boiling cursed poison also melted away like ice and snow. His Divine Soul felt refreshingly clear, clean, and thoroughly comfortable for once.
Just thinking that Xie Yu might be a descendant of Xie Linlang’s clan, that Xie Yu might carry bloodline similar to Xie Linlang’s, brought Pei Jiye a measure of comfort.
But where was his junior brother?
Pei Jiye uncomfortably hid his head under his wing.
He had clearly activated the Boxia Lineage Secret Art and paid the corresponding price. He had even ignored the impending reckoning at Silent Night Palace, all just to preserve a slim chance of survival for Xie Linlang, who had fallen under Heavenly Tribulation.
Theoretically, Xie Linlang should still be alive in the world, but he could not find him. There was no news of Xie Linlang anywhere.
If it was reincarnation, he had only just been born and might not have even crossed the wheel of rebirth yet. If, like his unlucky master Shen You Zhenren, he had become someone’s portable old grandpa, then he should be with a disciple who had great opportunities and fortune.
This was also one of the reasons Pei Jiye wanted to head to Jiuxia Mountain and participate in the contention for Xie Linlang’s Mustard Seed Realm.
By keeping an eye on the disciples who emerged victorious in the competition, Pei Jiye had a chance of finding Xie Linlang.
……And the things his junior brother left behind—how could he let the sect and others take them?
But there was another possibility: although Xie Linlang had become someone’s portable old grandpa, that person’s aptitude was too poor, and they were not qualified to participate in this contention.
Pei Jiye could not help sighing inwardly.
Their master Shen You Zhenren had encountered a similar situation back then.
Their eldest senior sister was a maid bought from an ordinary merchant family, named Little Red.
Little Red’s ancestors had supposedly been from a great clan, but they had backed the wrong horse in a succession struggle and the entire family was demoted to slave status.
She had a Black Hand Rope passed down from her mother, made of a special metal thread containing a universe space. Shen You Zhenren’s wisp of remnant soul entered it, and from then on, he became Little Red’s portable old grandpa.
Shen You Zhenren first helped Senior Sister Little Red escape slave status, then helped her enter the Dao. He brought her into the nearby Loose Cultivator Alliance and step by step rose from the bottom ranks of Qi Refining Cultivators, competing for resources and accumulating materials. In the end, he helped Shen You Zhenren reconstruct his true body……
It had taken Shen You Zhenren several centuries to return to Jiuxia Mountain.
Thinking of his unlucky master’s ordeal gave Pei Jiye a massive headache. Would Linlang have to struggle bitterly for centuries as well before formally restoring his true body?
Pei Jiye grew deeply worried. Would he live long enough to see his junior brother return?
Xie Linlang had no idea what the Kill Matt Senior on his shoulder was thinking. Since Night Senior was uncharacteristically quiet and not causing trouble, he quickly settled the matters of material purchases, exchanges, and pill sales with Senior Brother Qian.
Senior Brother Qian was well-informed, and Xie Linlang learned an interesting piece of news from him.
Several sects from the Demon Domain had also sent quite a few disciples into the True Realm, making things extremely lively lately. Every day, there were rumors of some sect’s heavenly geniuses clashing.
“And many reclusive families and Mahayana Stage seniors who rarely emerge have also sent disciples to participate in the contention.”
Senior Brother Qian said this with an excited expression. The fiercer those heavenly geniuses fought, the more money their material merchant guild could make. Whether for pill refining or artifact forging, they all had to procure raw materials from them.
“It’s like a golden age has returned!”
Xie Linlang, however, grew vigilant upon hearing this.
What? Many sects and reclusive seniors had all emerged?
Was his Mustard Seed Realm that valuable?
Or were these people just using the exploration of the Mustard Seed Realm as a pretext to do something else?
Xie Linlang felt a surge of anger.
He had already fallen, and now his Mustard Seed Realm was being used as an excuse?!
Fine, just wait for him!
