Chapter 95: Wishful Thinking
“What? Half a year?” Dong Xi was extremely shocked. There was no time in cultivation. This saying was indeed true. Dong Xi did not think that the days would pass so quickly. No wonder her clothes were so small.
“That’s right,” Ke Xin said. “Half a year. In the beginning, the seniors thought that you would wake up in at most half a month. No one expected you to actually take half a year.”
While they were talking, Li He called out Song Qingfeng.
Every time Song Qingfeng appeared, he paid great attention to his appearance, but this time, he was in a daze.
“Little Daoist Nun,” Song Qingfeng said. “You’ve been in a state of Enlightenment for a long time. If you continue like this, even I’m going to break through here.”
Dong Xi looked at Song Qingfeng’s confused face and knew that he had just woken up. Could it be that he could cultivate in his sleep?
Dong Xi was extremely envious of such an ability. She asked, “Senior Brother, you’re cultivating in your sleep? Can you teach me?”
Hearing this question, Song Qingfeng smiled and said, “Wishful thinking.”
Dong Xi immediately wilted and lay on the table.
When Liang Yan saw Dong Xi’s dejection, he explained, “There’s no such technique. It’s because of the Song family’s bloodline.”
Dong Xi was even more envious. No wonder those clans could have such a high status in the cultivation world.
He had already won from the moment he was born, and the others could only admit defeat.
“That’s so great!” Dong Xi sighed.
Dong Xi’s talent was average and she did not have any bloodline, so she could only read the inner scroll.
Song Qingfeng played with his folding fan and said, “Stop sighing. It’s been half a year. Hurry up and go back. Otherwise, Master will think that Eldest Senior Brother and I sold you to someone else!”
When Dong Xi heard this, she also recalled the great snake that had been left in her Immortal’s cave for half a year.
In her previous life, Dong Xi had also raised a cat. Once, she had gone out for three days because she had to do something.
When she returned home, the kitten was mad at Dong Xi. Not only did it not let Dong Xi touch it, but it even scratched Dong Xi.
She had left the snake for half a year this time. How would the snake deal with her?
Forget it. Anyway, she had not been back for a few months. At most, she would just let the snake throw a little tantrum.
They bade farewell to Li He and took the teleportation formation of the Ningtian Sect.
Originally, 20 people were needed to return from Fotai city, but Second Senior Brother was rich and generous, so he just set off.
After returning to the sect, Dong Xi was in a good mood. Although the Ningtian Sect did not treated her any different, to Dong Xi, who currently had no family or friends, it could be considered a place to return to.
Dong Xi’s stretched lazily bade farewell to the others, took out her little leaf, and prepared to return to her cave.
But Song Qingfeng asked her to wait. Dong Xi turned around and threw a cloth on her face.
“Senior Brother, what are you doing?” Dong Xi asked, puzzled.
“Look at your clothes,” Song Qingfeng said. “They’re really tattered. Wouldn’t you be disgracing me if you go out? Go and change your clothes immediately.”
“I can’t accept this!” Dong Xi felt that her communistic willpower was about to be broken. They can’t keep using materialistic things to erode her poor soul!
Song Qingfeng immediately laughed and said, “Little Daoist Nun, do you really want to calculate it this way? Then how much should I charge for the little leaf?”
The solemness on Dong Xi’s face instantly collapsed. In the end, she could only mutter in a low voice, “Didn’t you want to lend it to me first? I can just pay the rent.”
Dong Xi lowered her head. Song Qingfeng looked at Dong Xi’s ponytail.
Song Qingfeng suddenly felt like laughing. He had never met such a girl before. Sometimes she was clever, and sometimes she was like a fool.
Song Qingfeng also said, “That’s fine.”
Dong Xi looked at the storage ring with a pained expression and asked, “Senior Brother, how much is the rent for this?”
Song Qingfeng played with the folding fan in his hand, thought for a moment and said, “Why don’t I ask Junior Sister to help me make all the pills I owe the sect!”
After Dong Xi heard this, he suddenly had a bad feeling and immediately asked, “Senior Brother, how many years do you owe?”
Song Qingfeng said with a trace of mockery, “Not a lot, just 60 years.”
Dong Xi, “….”
Dong Xi was a little suspicious now. Had Eldest Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother already discussed that they both owed 60 years? Why didn’t the Sect Master drive them out?
“Can I refuse?” Dong Xi tried to struggle.
“It’s not impossible. Perhaps you want to help me with something else?” Song Qingfeng’s expression was as if he was waiting for Dong Xi to jump in.
Dong Xi took the clothes and asked curiously, “What is it?”
Song Qingfeng turned his head and said with a proud smile, “Can you help Senior Brother catch two deep sea Flood Dragons to use as mounts?”
The anticipation on Dong Xi’s face immediately disappeared and she quickly said, “Forget it, I’ll choose alchemy and refine you the pills!”