Chapter 107 - 70: 3 Days, 90 Years!

Chapter 107: Chapter 70: 3 Days, 90 Years!

This way, Shouyi Temple had technically received a form of compensation. In the future, when he negotiated with Shouyi Temple, he would have a bit more justification on his side.

But he never expected that the people from Shouyi Temple would actually patrol while injured, so completely disregarding their own safety!

Had the sun risen from the west?

"You’re surprised too, aren’t you, Senior Martial Brother? So was I, but this is what Fellow Daoist Zhao from Shouyi Temple told me himself."

"I was shocked when I heard it and couldn’t believe it," Qi Jiushan said. "I repeatedly confirmed it with him before I was sure he wasn’t joking.

"He said it’s probably too late for this morning, but he will try his best to organize those disciples by noon. At the latest, they will definitely participate in the patrol by tomorrow morning. If they fail to do so, we can deduct their pay!"

"Tsk... patrolling by tomorrow morning?" Vice Temple Master Liang frowned. "Their injuries won’t be healed by tomorrow, right? Don’t the disciples have any objections?"

"From what I saw of the Shouyi Temple disciples’ expressions, most of them were extremely reluctant. However, Fellow Daoist Zhao commands great authority. Once he spoke, none of the disciples dared to object," Qi Jiushan explained.

"Strange, how bizarre..." Vice Temple Master Liang shook his head. "However, since Fellow Daoist Zhao is so earnest, we shouldn’t reject his good intentions."

"Agreed! It’s only right that they put in some effort!" Qi Jiushan nodded in agreement.

Halfway through the morning, halfway up the mountain, Mu Xiaoyu was conducting a new day of patrol.

As the saying goes, the first time is awkward, but the second time is familiar. The patrol area and route for each team of Patrol Disciples were fixed. After completing the first round, they became much more proficient.

The young Cultivator from Huang Bamboo Temple still held a Compass, taking the lead at the very front.

Mu Xiaoyu and Wu Mingke walked in the middle, chatting and laughing while keeping an eye on their surroundings.

Lu Kuan voluntarily fell to the rear to bring up the back. He continued to practice his set of Magic that incorporated staff techniques as he walked.

"Speaking of which, Xiaoyu, the Magic Sword I saw you using yesterday seemed quite powerful," Wu Mingke said in a low voice. "Could it be a Lower Grade Magic Sword?"

"Yes," Mu Xiaoyu nodded. "My senior martial brother used it in the past. After his Cultivation improved, he switched to a better one, so he gave his old Magical Artifact to me."

"A Lower Grade Magical Artifact..." Wu Mingke said, her face full of envy.

Her own Magical Artifact was merely an unranked one, bought during a sale at a shop owned by Bifeng Temple. Although she could barely afford a Lower Grade Magical Artifact if she bankrupted herself, Cultivation required spending money everywhere. No matter how important a Magical Artifact was, she couldn’t spend all her talismanic coins on this single item.

Fortunately, she had snagged this lucrative job from Huang Bamboo Temple. By just patrolling for fifteen days, she would earn three thousand talismanic coins.

With this small windfall, her finances would be much more comfortable. While replacing her weapon with a Lower Grade Magical Artifact would still be an extravagance, she could consider buying some Qi-Replenishing Pills to aid her Cultivation. She might even be able to pay a temple Steward for some private guidance.

Even though the temple periodically had senior experts give lectures, teach Cultivation techniques, and answer disciples’ questions, the frequency was low. Moreover, a large number of disciples attended each session, so not everyone had the chance to ask questions.

If they had spare money, many disciples would seek advice from those senior martial brothers and sisters with profound Cultivation, or even the Martial Uncle Stewards, paying for extra private tutoring. Of course, those Direct Disciples who had already formally taken a master didn’t need to spend money to seek guidance from their own masters.

Therefore, whenever Mu Xiaoyu complained about how strict her senior martial brother was, Wu Mingke couldn’t help but sigh. This little sister truly didn’t realize how blessed she was.

If she wanted someone to be strict with her, she’d have to pay them for the privilege.

Reeling in her complicated emotions, Wu Mingke suddenly remembered something and warned Mu Xiaoyu.

"By the way, you need to keep that Lower Grade Magic Sword hidden well. Don’t let people see it easily. A Lower Grade Magical Artifact costs at least ten thousand talismanic coins. You must understand that wealth stirs men’s hearts."

"Mhm, I know." Mu Xiaoyu nodded earnestly. After a pause, she asked curiously, "Is ten thousand talismanic coins hard to earn?"

Wu Mingke was taken aback.

She knew Xiaoyu was doted on by her senior martial brother and was likely much wealthier than many Cultivators of the same age and Cultivation. However, the girl was already fifteen or sixteen. How could she act as if she had never personally worked or earned any talismanic coins?

Despite her confusion, Wu Mingke answered. "You’ll know if you just compare it. Patrolling for Huang Bamboo Temple this time is an extremely rare, lucrative job, yet it only pays three thousand talismanic coins for fifteen days. For other jobs, earning a thousand talismanic coins a month is considered quite a lot."

Mu Xiaoyu’s eyes instantly widened like saucers. "So our patrol reward is three thousand talismanic coins!"

Wu Mingke was stunned again. Mulling over those words, the more she thought about it, the more wrong it felt. "Are you just finding out about our pay now?"

"Yeah!" Mu Xiaoyu nodded.

"Then why did you come?" Wu Mingke asked.

"My senior martial brother told me to," Mu Xiaoyu said.

"Didn’t he tell you how many talismanic coins it paid?" Wu Mingke was baffled.

"He said I should get some practical combat experience and earn some talismanic coins on the side. Whether I earn a lot or a little isn’t important; the main point is the training," Mu Xiaoyu said. "He said I have to participate in the Shifeng Conference and the Lesser Yang Dao Examination in the future, and I can’t do that without practical combat experience."

Three thousand talismanic coins wasn’t important?

Wu Mingke felt like it was getting hard to breathe.

Just as the two were chatting and laughing in a harmonious atmosphere, a well-defined hand knocked on the top of Mu Xiaoyu’s head, producing a pleasant, resonant KNOCK, much like a wooden temple block being struck.

Mu Xiaoyu crouched down, clutching the top of her head. Although she didn’t see the person who knocked her, she immediately recognized the familiar force and sensation. "Senior Martial Brother!"

"You dare to chat and laugh while on patrol, without any vigilance at all?" Li Yinsheng stood behind Mu Xiaoyu. "If you encounter a monster skilled at sneak attacks and Concealment, you’ll be in for a world of hurt!"

"Senior is absolutely right to scold us." Beside them, Wu Mingke hurriedly bowed in greeting.