However, he only knew the "tool-related parts."
This included the "Qi Seal" Magic in his memories, which existed because the "Whetstone" would inevitably wear down and needed a way to use Magic to repair itself.
’Son of a bitch, the tool even has to do its own damn maintenance?’
As this thought crossed his mind, Wang Ping couldn’t help but curse internally. The outburst actually distracted him, and for a moment, he forgot he was being scrutinized by Daoist You.
But it turned out to be a stroke of luck.
Not far away, the two Immortal Sect Disciples in charge of the delivery suddenly wailed loudly, their once-straight backs bending almost imperceptibly.
"Senior Sister... spare us!"
The short, stout disciple was the first to beg for mercy. He bowed and lamented, "You have a natural Paradise Immortal Body and have already passed the human tribulation. How could we possibly bear it?"
"You two misunderstand, Junior Brothers."
Daoist You shook her head, her red lips slightly parted. Her tone grew even gentler, while her once-transcendent aura became increasingly corrupt, revealing the decadent air of the Red Dust.
"It’s just that I’ve been a bit short on funds lately."
"I simply can’t scrape together enough Magic Money for these Warriors. That’s why I’ve resorted to this crude plan, to see if there’s some room for negotiation... another way to pay for them..."
As she spoke, her blue and white Daoist Robe slid silently from her shoulders.
Beneath the robe was a rather tight undergarment that barely contained the Daoist Nun’s full figure, revealing much of her skin, which was as white as snow.
Her impressive bust caught the falling Daoist Robe, keeping it from hitting the ground.
And yet, the Daoist Nun’s expression was perfectly proper, retaining the cool, detached look of a transcendent Fairy.
This starkly contrasting behavior immediately made the two delivery disciples’ faces turn deathly pale, and the Qi and Blood throughout their bodies surged uncontrollably downward.
At that moment, both Immortal Sect Disciples couldn’t help but curse furiously in their hearts:
’This damned hag! If we don’t submit, she won’t stop. If she really defiles us, what will be left of our Immortal Path?’
But for all their inner cursing, the two hurriedly said:
"A d-discount!"
"Senior Sister, call off your Divine Technique! At cost! Just ten Magic Money, we’ll cover the rest! This whole batch of Warriors is yours!"
The two delivery disciples shouted, their faces twisted in revulsion, yet their bodies moved uncontrollably, closing in on the Daoist Nun step by step.
Meanwhile, a look of relief washed over Daoist You’s face.
’When I circulate my Magical Power at my Tribulation Crossing Stage Cultivation, ordinary people are bound to have impure thoughts about me, which I can then sense. But I’m not detecting a third person.’
’It seems I was overthinking things.’
’It could also be that I sensed someone from before. Someone far, far away having impure thoughts about me, perhaps while using my portrait, which triggered my senses from a distance.’
Wang Ping’s caution was not unfounded.
In fact, Daoist You had just sensed something was amiss. While she appeared to be targeting the two delivery disciples, she was actually testing the reactions of the Warriors.
’Sigh... I’m still too poor.’
Daoist You shook her head. No matter how many times she tested them, she couldn’t completely erase her suspicions.
The best solution would have been to destroy all the Warriors—pulling out the problem by the roots—and replace them with a new batch. That would solve the issue whether there was a real problem or not.
But she didn’t have the money.
She had already scraped the bottom of the barrel to get this batch of Warriors. It was no joke when she said she was short on funds; where would she find the money for another new batch?
Thinking of this, Daoist You stopped agonizing over it. She turned to the two delivery disciples, withdrew her aura of the Red Dust, and said with a light chuckle:
"In that case, let’s settle the bill."
With that, she took out ten pieces of talisman paper from her sleeve. They shone with a brilliant light, were inscribed with countless magical patterns on both sides, and had faint wisps of green smoke drifting from them.
’What is that? Magic Money?’
Meanwhile, Wang Ping, who had been secretly watching, quietly came to his senses after the seductive power faded. He couldn’t help but feel a flicker of curiosity.
"Thank you for your patronage! Ten Magic Money!"
The two Immortal Sect Disciples stepped forward and greedily snatched the talisman paper from Daoist You, tucking it into their sleeves. Sincere smiles once again appeared on their faces.
"May you soon master your Divine Techniques and attain the Dao through Qi Refining."
"When that time comes, if you need a suitable Magical Treasure, you can always come to our Heaven and Earth Pavilion to make a purchase."
As soon as the words left their mouths, the two delivery disciples formed hand seals, chanted an incantation, and summoned an Escape Light, hastily flying out of the Daoist Temple as if fleeing for their lives.
Strangely, the moment they left the Daoist Temple, they vanished without a trace.
Not a single shadow remained.
The next second, Daoist You sneered. "Heaven and Earth Pavilion? Those vermin of the Immortal Sect, reselling the sect’s precious assets... they’re absolutely mad for money."
"Everyone knows the Heaven and Earth Pavilion is backed by the Divine Weapon Institute. They have the Eight Trigrams Furnace; for them, refining treasures is as easy as taking a shit, and the cost is next to nothing."
"But then they sell them at ever-increasing prices, claiming it’s to ’protect intellectual property.’ That’s total bullshit! They’re just squeezing ordinary disciples like us. I’d rather go to the Ghost Market and buy a second-hand Magical Treasure than pay the damn idiot tax at the Heaven and Earth Pavilion!"
Her words were dripping with resentment.
Then, she clasped her hands behind her back and turned to face Wang Ping and the other Warriors. Her cool voice echoed through the storeroom.
"Alright. Come out, all of you."
—Wang Ping didn’t move.
Not only that, but at this moment, he didn’t even dare to form a single thought, forcing himself once more to fully embody the role of the perfect, mindless tool from his memories.
’She didn’t form a hand seal!’
According to his memories, each batch of Warriors had a commanding Talisman Seal, similar to a startup password. Without it, the Warriors wouldn’t activate.