After I Became a Divine Monarch, the Sect Wants Me to Marry In-Chapter 179: Your Mother Isn’t a Dung Collector, Is She?

Chapter 179: Chapter 179: Your Mother Isn’t a Dung Collector, Is She?

When Zeng Lan said these words.

The old woman seemed somewhat embarrassed.

"Mom, you really don’t need to overthink."

Zeng Lan earnestly said, "I’m doing quite well in the Sect, and your illness can be treated."

"I’m just worried you’re overworking yourself." the old woman said with a heartache.

Upon hearing this, Zeng Lan clenched her fists and said, "Who says women are inferior to men, I’m quite tough."

Seeing this, the old woman laughed, "Yes, our Xiao Lan is better than everyone else."

The old woman hesitated and then said, "A fellow sect member saw us earlier, will it affect you in any way?"

"That’s not an issue, mom, you’re overthinking. The fellow sect members are all good people, it will not be a problem," Zeng Lan confidently said.

The old woman didn’t say anything, she just took Zeng Lan’s hand and felt her palm.

"Before I came, your palms were not like this, there were no calluses before."

Upon hearing this, Zeng Lan’s eyes slightly reddened, but she quickly smiled and said:

"It’s because the Sect values me and wants me to experience more."

Gu An watched them leave.

He indeed had heard some things about Senior Sister Zeng before.

He didn’t know that her mother lived in Qingmu City.

Living here for a month requires a lot of Spirit Stones.

Additionally, the medicine mentioned is also not cheap.

Gu An recalled why everyone joined the night logging yard initially; they simply said they had no Spirit Stones.

It seems now, that all the Spirit Stones were spent on her mother.

"But how long can she keep it up?"

Thunder Wood is not something that can be logged by Qi Refinement.

Currently, Junior Sister Zeng’s Qi-Blood is unstable, even showing signs of collapse.

Three months.

At most three months before she falls ill.

Illness is a minor issue, the main problem is the foundation being damaged.

There might be no other possibilities in the future.

But stopping logging, her mother wouldn’t survive this coming winter.

Watching their happy faces, Gu An sighed slightly.

He then continued searching for the Magic Treasure he needed.

Finally, he came upon a rather ordinary looking stall.

An old man manned the stall.

Seeing Gu An, the old man immediately cautiously waved him over: "Fellow Daoist, come this way."

Gu An felt that the other party had some secret to tell.

Driven by instinctive curiosity, he walked over.

Yet, he remained cautious.

"Do you want to buy a Magic Treasure?" the old man asked.

Gu An nodded: "Do you have any?"

"Yes, take a look." The old man took out a sword, slightly pulling it out.

Gu An noticed it was rusty and even had cracks.

But the sword’s sheath and handle were quite exquisite, even surrounded by Spiritual Energy, looking extremely exceptional.

"This sword was originally of very high quality, though now full of cracks and the material cannot be reused, and it won’t last long before it’s scrapped, but it has an absolute advantage." The old man looked at Gu An earnestly, "It only needs eight hundred Spirit Stones."

Hearing this, Gu An was stunned.

Do I look like a poor person?

Well, you’re quite accurate in your judgment.

"Eight hundred is a bit expensive." Gu An felt the grip and it felt quite nice.

The sword, dark black color, the cracks were not very noticeable.

And the material was also good.

Eight hundred Spirit Stones indeed was possible, especially since Golden Core stage could also use it.

"Fellow Daoist, try infusing it with Spiritual Energy," the old man said smilingly.

Hearing this, Gu An infused Spiritual Energy, and in an instant, the cracks disappeared, looking like a solid long sword.

"Eight hundred Spirit Stones for the quality, eight thousand Spirit Stones experience, not expensive, right?" The old man said proudly.

Gu An nodded: "Does it come with a Sword Skill?"

Lastly, Gu An bought a sword and a book, costing two thousand Spirit Stones.

The Sword Skill was one thousand two hundred Spirit Stones.

Too expensive.

That was still considered cheap; Swordsmanship was one thousand six.

Swords were generally less valued, having a weaker status.

He looked at the book on Sword Skills, which read in big characters—Pingqiu Three Styles.

According to the old man, mastering these three styles would make one invincible at the Golden Core stage.

Further up and anyone would be overwhelmed.

Gu An could only feel that this Sword Skill was good, but exactly how good, he did not know.

After all, he knew very little about swordsmanship and sword skills.

Also lacking a good Boxing technique.

He could only make do with this for now.

Next would be buying a Defensive Treasure.

Evening.

Gu An wandered for a long time, spending two thousand Spirit Stones to buy armor.

It could withstand attacks from a Golden Core, but only once if the attack was stronger.

Two thousand Spirit Stones were not cheap.

Thus, he bought some talismans.

Spending five hundred Spirit Stones.

Leaving him with two thousand five hundred.

Still quite rich.

Afterward, he made his way back.

Passing by the spirit beast area, Gu An felt quite emotional; this was a breeding ground for Spiritual Steeds.

All sorts of types were available.

Only the wealthy could afford them.

A few thousand Spirit Stones could probably only buy a Spiritual Horse.

Others with imposing presences and special effects cost tens of thousands.

As he passed by, suddenly a Spiritual Horse with flames squealed inside.

Following that, an old woman was blown out by the blast of air.

Gu An turned his head to look, stopping as he recognized her.

It was the old woman who accompanied Junior Sister Zeng.

The commotion naturally drew the attention of the Manager, a middle-aged man.

As he approached, his face darkened upon seeing the old woman: "What are you doing, you old thing? If you scare the Spiritual Steeds, can you afford the consequences? Even selling you wouldn’t fetch a single Spirit Stone."

At this time, the old woman staggered to her feet, grinning apologetically: "Yes, I was picking up spirit dung."

The man glanced at what she had gathered and shook his head: "Just this little? Stop doing this."

Hearing this, the old woman panicked: "Manager, I can still work."

"You can’t," the middle-aged man said coldly.

"I really can," the old woman pleaded.

"I told you, you can’t," the middle-aged man rebuked angrily.

The old woman slowly knelt on the ground, begging: "Manager, I don’t have many days left, I want to leave something for my daughter, she has suffered so much, I truly can work."

The middle-aged man, looking at the person in front of him, annoyance showing in his eyes: "Don’t come near this kind of Spiritual Steed in the future, otherwise don’t blame me for chasing people away."

Hearing this, the old woman joyfully kowtowed: "Thank you, Manager, thank you."

Afterwards, the old woman went back to work.

Gu An watched for a long time, silent for a long time.

Finally, he turned and left.

Qianchen Peak.

Yang Qi rested for a while, planning to go to the night logging yard.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a knock at the door.

This surprised Yang Qi.

Who normally comes to look for him?

Moreover, he sensed nothing.

"Who is it?" he asked warily.

"It’s me," Gu An’s voice rang out.

Hearing this, Yang Qi hurriedly opened the door in slight surprise and indeed saw Gu An.

"What brings you here, Senior Brother?" he asked.

The next day.

Outer Sect.

Zeng Lan took a deep breath.

At this moment, she was extremely fatigued.

Night logging had left her barely able to cope.

But she had to endure; otherwise, there wouldn’t be enough Spirit Stones.

If there were not enough Spirit Stones, then...

She dared not think, feeling a sharp pain in her heart.

"Junior Sister Zeng," suddenly two people approached.

"Remember the old lady we mentioned before who was close to you?" another Immortal giggled:

"She was actually picking up dung, surely Junior Sister Zeng’s mother wouldn’t do that, right?"

The second Immortal spoke mockingly: "Nonsense, our Junior Sister Zeng is a young lady; how could she possibly have a mother who picks dung?"

Both laughed in amusement.