Chapter 70: The Gift of the Soul-Returning Grass

Zhangsun Youyou also read the meaning in Qin Yangjun’s eyes. She directly waved her hand and accepted the magical artifacts and spirit medicines.

“Get lost!”

This shout made Zhen Yue clench her teeth secretly, but then her face showed a look of relief.

“Fine, I’ll get lost right now!”

Seeing this, Qin Yangjun also removed the spiritual power from the gate.

Zhen Yue didn’t hesitate and directly pushed open the gate to flee.

Watching the woman’s wretched figure scurrying away,

Qin Yangjun couldn’t help but sneer. Such a clown wasn’t worth his attention.

At this time, in Zhangsun Youyou’s heart, that mysterious voice sounded again.

“Why didn’t you kill her? Letting a tiger return to the mountain does you no good.”

“I know! But today, Qin Yangjun helped me. If I killed Zhen Yue in front of him, he might think I’m a bloodthirsty person.”

“What?! What kind of thinking is that? Why do you care about his opinion? Don’t tell me you’ve taken a liking to that Qin Yangjun kid?”

“You… don’t talk nonsense. Today I relied on Qin Yangjun’s radiance. In the future, I will rely on my own strength to defeat Zhen Yue and even her family behind her. That is the path of the strong.”

“Tch! Don’t forget, I can sense your soul’s movements. Stop pretending in front of me. Young girl in spring, it’s not that you’re too cold, but you haven’t met the right person. Well, anyway, you’ll have to go through these things sooner or later.”

“And your idea isn’t wrong. A small family can’t stir up big waves. Consider it a test for you; otherwise, how would you be qualified to be my disciple, an immortal?”

“By the way, don’t forget the main task. Use the spell I taught you to steal the Xuyang Soul-Returning Grass.”

This time, Zhangsun Youyou didn’t respond.

“Don’t get too deep into emotions; it won’t do you any good.”

The spirit immortal in the ring spoke with a helpless tone.

“Cough cough…”

At this moment, Zhangsun Youyou suddenly coughed out a mouthful of blood.

“Fellow Daoist Zhang, are you alright? Here, take this pill.”

“Cough, no need. This is a hidden ailment from soul damage. Ordinary pills are useless.”

As she spoke, she glanced at the pill in Qin Yangjun’s hand.

Then her eyes widened.

A fifth-grade pill?!

Her entire family only had one such healing pill.

Then she coughed awkwardly twice and snatched the pill from Qin Yangjun’s hand.

“Thank you, Brother Qin.”

When she said this, she was too embarrassed to meet Qin Yangjun’s eyes.

Qin Yangjun just smiled indifferently.

This was the attitude a loose cultivator should have. If he hadn’t accepted it, Qin Yangjun would have suspected there was something fishy going on.

At this moment, Qin Yangjun suddenly thought of something.

Then, with a thought, a wooden box containing the Xuyang Soul-Returning Grass appeared in his hand.

He had no use for this grass, and he had taken a liking to this Zhang You.

Why not give it to Zhang You as a favor?

After all, Zhangsun Youyou possessed a very outrageous thieving skill.

Called “Stealing Heaven’s Marvelous Hand.”

As long as she was within a certain range, she could steal things from others’ storage pouches.

Of course, the prerequisite was that the person’s soul was weaker than hers.

But Zhangsun Youyou specialized in soul cultivation, and at a high level, she could even manifest an external body with her divine sense.

Although the probability of her suddenly appearing beside him to steal was low,

as a protagonist, her actions were inevitably outrageous. The spirit immortal in her ring also knew the art of heavenly calculation, and might come knocking at any time to quietly steal the item.

In that case, it was better to give it away and let it be consumed.

Qin Yangjun had also considered whether the person before him might be Zhangsun Youyou in disguise.

But he quickly dismissed that absurd thought.

Zhangsun Youyou, as the second protagonist, acted decisively. If this person were really disguised, she could have stolen the item at their first meeting without even greeting him.

Why bother playing along with him?

As soon as the wooden box appeared, a light flashed on Zhangsun Youyou’s ring, and then her pupils contracted slightly.

This is the Xuyang Soul-Returning Grass. Why is he taking it out?

Under her slightly surprised gaze, Qin Yangjun handed the box to Zhangsun Youyou.

“This spiritual grass I obtained by chance. The pill refined from it seems to repair soul damage. I have no use for it, and I hope it can help you, Fellow Daoist Zhang.”

Qin Yangjun’s sudden move stunned Zhangsun Youyou.

She knew how precious the Xuyang Soul-Returning Grass was; it was probably impossible to find a second one in the lower realm. And he was giving it to her just because he heard her soul was injured?

Did such a good person exist in this world?

At this time, the spirit immortal in her ring was also stunned.

“Don’t ask me. This is the first time I’ve encountered such a situation. His generosity is almost against common sense. Could this kid have some scheme? Be careful.”

Zhangsun Youyou dumbfoundedly took the box from Qin Yangjun’s hand and, after confirming that the herb inside was what she was looking for,

she replied blankly,

“Fellow Daoist Qin, this… this is far too precious.”

But Qin Yangjun casually waved his hand.

“Heh, things are meant to be used. This weed on me is just a weed. Better to give it to someone who needs it.”

“Does Fellow Daoist Qin need my help with something? You can speak frankly.”

Hearing this, Qin Yangjun couldn’t help but laugh.

This kid didn’t think he had ulterior motives for giving him this, did he?

“What help could I need from you? And how could you help me?”

These two questions left Zhangsun Youyou dumbfounded.

Right. In her current state, she had no strength, no background to speak of, and no treasures on her. What could he possibly want from her?

Although the Divine Spirit Ring was a treasure, because of the spirit immortal’s soul covering it, it looked like a broken ring to others. Even if she gave it to him, he wouldn’t want it.

Just then, Qin Yangjun stretched. He was inexplicably feeling sleepy.

Qin Yangjun was in a fairly good mood today. Apart from the final farce and the food he hadn’t gotten to eat, there weren’t any major issues.

“Fellow Daoist Zhang, let’s part ways here. If fate permits, we’ll meet again.”

With that, Qin Yangjun’s figure vanished.

“No way, really? That kid just simply gave you the Xuyang Soul-Returning Grass like that? He didn’t poison it? Quick, let me see?”

“Master, isn’t the world full of only bad people?”

“Bullshit! I don’t believe it. The cultivation world is full of deceit; otherwise, how did I end up like this? Wait… it’s really fine? This kid is too abnormal! The rumors say he’s deep and scheming, but from what I see today, he’s like a simpleton son of a landlord!”

“Master, don’t say that. This is called a ‘childlike heart.'”

Feeling the residual warmth of the wooden box in her palm, a smile curled at the corner of Zhangsun Youyou’s mouth.

Sensing Zhangsun Youyou’s emotions, the spirit immortal suddenly cried out.

“It’s over, it’s over. You girl, how long has it been? You’ve really fallen?! Wake up! Have you forgotten what I taught you? Men only slow down your sword-drawing speed!!! Be a cold and ruthless person, I’m telling you!!!”

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