Chapter 18: Five Immortals Ropes

 

'These spirit tools crafted by Second Senior Sister are really good.'

'But this overflowing fatty meat smell…
It's really strange.'

Hang Wan'er is immobile on the bed, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

“Seventh Junior Sister, if you're awake, hurry up and try to activate your spiritual power to untie the rope.” Wei Zhao hurriedly said.

Hang Wan'er was struggling to move towards Su Yu, who was standing with her hands behind her back.
She nodded obediently.
However, as soon as she stretched out her right hand, she fell down weakly and said, “Senior brother, I can't move…”

Wei Zhao: …

'These ropes refined by Second Senior Sister are too fierce.
Even a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building could not break free for a day and night.'

'If it is used during the big competition, wouldn't any opponents in the foundation building stage cannot move, and they will be caught easily?'

“I feel like…
I suspected a few demon hooves.
I feel as if they stepped on me.
I still have weak hands and feet, and my chest is stuffy.”

“Twelve hooves,” Su Yu calmly corrected, “Your sixth senior brother bought twelve hooves for me.”

She had cooked them in three batches in a row in the past few days.

Wei Zhao: …

'This spiritual tool has the dual functions of binding and attacking.
I am afraid it has entered the third rank.'

He looked at Su Yu blankly.
But Su Yu looked at her 'pupa' Junior Sister with great concern, “Should we call Sixth Junior Brother?”

Now on the peak, except for Lu Yizhou, who is in a retreat, no one has a higher cultivation level than Hang Wan'er.
To break her free, they can only find Yan Yan.

“Don't!” Hang Wan'er felt that her face was hot all over.
It's too embarrassing.
She tied herself up and couldn't undo it.
She didn't want anyone to know, even her Sixth Senior Brother.
“I'll…
just wait.”

“Anyway, I'm tired anyway, so I'm going to sleep.”

After thinking for a moment, Wei Zhao nodded.
“It's okay.
Just take it as a punishment for your reckless behavior this time.
You need to think twice before doing everything.
If you provoke a powerful cultivator, you must outsmart them, take it slowly, and don't hit a stone with an egg.”

After speaking, he looked carefully at Su Yu.

“Second Senior Sister, is there anything else you want to tell Seventh Junior Sister?”

Su Yu glanced at him admiringly, “No, you said it very well.”

Lu Yizhou has a soft personality, while Yan Yan is shy and introverted.
This third junior brother, Wei Zhao, is most suitable for a management position to assist her in coordinating day-to-day matters.

He should return to work sooner.

“Last time I heard from Yizhou that there are spirit pills that can repair your meridians and golden core.
Do you know the name of the specific spirit herb?”

She has made a lot of dishes lately, but none of them are effective in this regard.

“You go and call a few junior brothers and sisters to pay more attention.
Let me know if there is any news about the formula or medicine pill, so I can start researching it.”

Wei Zhao was shocked.

Hang Wan'er, who was wrapped like a pupa on the bed, was also stunned.

'Listening to this tone, how come it seems like the second senior sister can do…
alchemy?'

'That's a third-grade elixir!'

“After my brother was injured, I turned over the books in the library,” Hang Wan'er blurted out immediately.” It will take two third-grade spiritual plants, Thousands Autumn grass and Golden Spirit Root, that are at least a hundred years old.”

Su Yu immediately became interested.
“Why have I never seen your sixth senior brother buy it?”

Hang Wan'er said in a low voice, “Thousands Autumn grass and Golden Spirit Root only grow in the deep secret realm of the sect.
Because they are too rare, they are only available for disciples of second-level peak or above Golden Core stage, and the price is not low.”

Su Yu's eyebrow twisted.

Wei Zhao smiled bitterly.
“You don't have to worry about me.
It's enough to be alive now and not die.”

Su Yu gave him a deep look, “Shut up.”

Wei Zhao: “…”

Hang Wan'er: 'Second Senior Sister is mighty! Zhiqiong Peak's female cultivator stood up!'

“Senior sister, I'll be in charge of inquiring about these ingredients!”

When Hang Wan'er woke up again, it was already noon of the next day.

As she was asleep, she felt a burst of relief from her body.
The layers of copper wall-like shackles dissipated.
When she sat up, she saw the four magic tools had turned into strings on her dress.

“A day and a half!” She was beaming with joy.
“This way, I don't have to repair the golden rope.
Otherwise, the sect's refiner will charge me at least five or six thousand spirit stones.”

Hang Wan'er thought of something, then sat up and solemnly put the four spiritual ropes into her spatial storage bag.

When her eyes glanced at the golden rope wrapped in her handkerchief, her little face still frowned in distress.

Before long, she found Su Yu.

“Second senior sister, although this golden rope is damaged, it is also a second-grade spiritual treasure.
I want to seal it up in the spiritual tools room behind the senior brother's small courtyard.”

On Zhiqiong Peak, everyone saved like crazy.

They are even reluctant to throw away broken instruments.

“If there is a need in the future, it can be used after repair.” Hang Wan'er explained.

Su Yu didn't expect them to be so poor.
Even if she was asked if she could tie some zongzi with those broken ropes, she still thinks it's not beautiful enough.

Hang Wan'er pleaded, “Second Senior Sister, can I borrow the seal of Zhiqiong Peak?”

Most of the things stored in the spiritual tools room are Zhiqiong Peak's disciples' magic tools that have been damaged in the past hundred years.
In addition, there are also more than ten pieces of spiritual treasures that their master and senior brothers found in the secret realm.

These spiritual treasures are incompatible with any of the current disciples' practices.
But if new people join in the future, they might still be able to use it, or they can find a refiner to transform it and exchange it for new weapons.

This is the standard practice when Zhiqiong Peak recruits new people.

Therefore, the main seal of the peak is required to enter and exit the spirit tool room.
If someone wants to take a spirit treasure away, with the prohibition spell left by their senior brother, three foundation-building disciples must agree and leave their fingerprints at the same time.

 

“Okay.”

Su Yu didn't want to make a special trip for such a trivial matter.
She immediately gave the peak master's seal to Hang Wan'er.

…

On Zhiqiong Peak, there are few disciples in the afternoon.
Most people practice outside, and they will return to the mountain in the evening.

At this moment, the wind is blowing, and the peak is a bit deserted.
Only the chicken pen in the back mountain is still a bit lively.

“Senior, this is the place.” Chen Shuxin took a man in black to Zhiqiong Peak with his flying sword.

“Well, let's go down and have a look.”

They landed silently on the back mountain.

The two used a concealment technique, so no one from Zhiqiong Peak would notice them.

Not long after they stopped at the back mountain, they saw a woman in red walking quickly towards the backyard.

There is only one female cultivator in the foundation-building stage at Zhiqiong Peak.

“Senior, it's her.
The red dress, the fragrance of begonia…” Chen Shuxin hurriedly pointed at her.

But halfway through, his voice stopped.

Because there's no such thing as begonia scent, only a strong and appetizing smell of hooves' meat and fat.
As she passed by them, they could smell it within three feet.

The black-clothed man raised his eyebrows.

Chen Shuxin's expression changed.
“Senior, don't be impatient.
The red golden rope around her waist…”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the female cultivator call out a silk-like net.
With a swish, she shoots it towards a male disciple passing by her and wraps him in an instant.

“Little Sixteen! Why did you skip your sword lesson again!”

The silk net seemed to be the width of a wall and lit up with four lights of different colors.
The three characters of “Red Golden Rope” does not seem to match.

Chen Shuxin: “Presumably, her golden rope has not been repaired, so she used another spiritual weapon.”

The man in black narrowed his eyes and said in a gloomy voice, “Against my young master, a cultivator in the Nascent Soul period, she only used a second-grade spiritual weapon to barely escape with her life.
Now, she can use third-grade spirit tools?”

'Third-grade?'

Chen Shuxin was dumbfounded.

'Since when did Zhiqiong Peak become so rich?'

“The light fragrance of begonia from two days ago has turned into a strong meaty smell that can't be obtained without swallowing meat for three days non-stop.
Are you calling a deer a horse and deceiving this old man like a fool?”

“Senior, I absolutely don't-“

“Humph!” The man flung his sleeves and prepared to leave.
“I'm setting up a formation to find the broken golden rope.
If it's in your sect, I'll be able to perceive it within a hundred meters!”

Chen Shuxin's tense expression was slightly loosened. 'Well, it must be her.'

The man in black flew to a place where there was no one and floated in the air.

In a hut in the backyard of Zhiqiong Peak, Hang Wan'er pushed the door in.
The broken golden rope she was holding moved faintly.
After she put it down in the hut, the small print on the peak master's seal on her waist revealed a restrained and low-key dark light.

 

“Huh?”

A black-haired man sitting in the glacial lake and carrying a broad sword in the Northern glacier opened his eyes.

A terrifying aura of the peak of Transcending Tribulation stage overflowed from him.

“Who?”

The broad sword floated in the air behind him, slashed towards the southwest suddenly, and several thunderbolts fell from the top of his head!

“Someone wants to move my peak's magic weapon?”

An ear-splitting thunder roared in the ears of the man in black and Chen Shuxin, who were already far away from Zhiqiong Peak.

They looked towards the east in horror.

A terrifying sword intent coercion landed in an instant.

“Almighty Transcending Tribulation, no—”

The man in black spat out blood like an arrow, and his body exploded in an instant.
He turned into a mist of blood.

His formation had followed the trail of the rope, but he was killed by the backlash!

Chen Shuxin turned around in horror.

Transcending Tribulation stage, the Nanxun faction does not have such a powerful person…
The woman in red is not someone from Zhiqiong Peak.
He was really mistaken!

Her background is so powerful.
If the great man behind her knew that he was helping people to find her, wouldn't he be finished?

Chen Shuxin frantically urged his flying sword to run away desperately.

But the remaining sword intent immediately fell towards him, and Chen Shuxin's flying sword instantly split into two.

“Cough–“

The thunder tribulation on the top of Xiao Muge's head continued, and it fell one after another.

In the ice lake, a trace of blood spilled from Xiao Muge's lips.

Seventh Junior Sister's golden rope was damaged.
Did his second junior sister's luck was weakened again?

He braced his mind while choked up.
A block of broken ice floated into the air, and soon it showed him Zhiqiong Peak.

He was worried but was taken aback.

He saw his Seventh Junior Sister, whom he had not seen for a long time, smiling brightly.
Instead of showing signs of decay, she was full of joy.

“Third Senior Brother, what do you think I should name Second Senior Sister's four spiritual ropes? They are much more powerful than the golden ropes that Senior Senior Brother gave me.”

Xiao Muge raised an eyebrow.

“Why don't you ask Second Senior Sister?”

“I asked.
She said that it's just trivial matters and not to look for her for these things.
Someone like her has to focus on big things.”

Another thunderstorm struck Xiao Muge's head, and he forgot to resist.1

Are they talking about the second junior sister in his impression?

—

On the next day, Su Yu completed the fifth rope, a blue-silver-striped thread.

Girls never dislike more jewelry.

It is necessary to have different colors, the more, the better.

“Seventh Junior Sister.”

Su Yu walked to the back mountain with a white porcelain giant bowl, smiling and beckoning to Hang Wan'er, who was adapting to her new ropes.
“Take it.”

Hang Wan'er was beaming, “Thank you, Senior Sister!”

She suddenly thought this spiritual treasure should be called the Five Immortal Ropes.

“Senior sister, I'm basically skilled.
I want to go to the sect mission hall and find a golden core cultivator to test the power of my Five Immortal Ropes.”

In this way, when she arrived at the big competition, she would know about her combat power.

Hang Wan'er is eager to try.

Su Yu raised her eyebrows.

No wonder this child provoked a lot of enemies in the later stage.
There were no golden core cultivators at the peak, so she wanted to go one-on-one with other high-level cultivators.

“Golden core…
Last month, your fourth senior brother had a friend in the Golden Core period that came to visit.”

“Ah?” Hang Wan'er had never heard that her fourth senior brother had a friend in the Golden Core stage.

Su Yu nodded, “It's indecent not to return a visit.
It's also time to teach him a lesson on behalf of your fourth senior brother.
Well, why don't you ask him.”

Hang Wan'er: …

“Take some hooves' meat with you.
If you lose, you will give it to him as a gift.” Su Yu took out the white porcelain giant bowl from her bag, and the neatly sliced hooves' meat, stacked like a flower, trembled inside.

Competition between restaurants is not uncommon.
It is a major way for chefs to improve their skills.

Fighting always has to show some good manners.
She doesn't necessarily lose, so she has never been stingy.

Hang Wan'er's eyes lit up, “Okay.”

Wei Zhao, who was passing by: “???”

'What's okay?'

'Isn't that fatty hooves just waste material from refining the spirit ropes?'

'Can this be used as a gift?'