Heading to Sichuan Province

I thought about it too, feeling like the question was too stupid.

Then I changed the subject and said, "By the way, sis, did you count how many there are in total?"

"I counted, there are three hundred and twenty-six."

"What's wrong? Is the number incorrect?"

"You can't just lose these carelessly. For you cultivators, these beans are very hard to obtain."

"Especially beans of this level. I sensed them."

"There are no shortage of Ghost Spirit level Yin soldiers among them. You'd have to go to the Ghost Gate and capture them one by one."

"And you'd definitely have to fight. Otherwise, they wouldn't willingly enter the beans to be controlled."

"Ghost Spirit level Yin soldiers are not to be trifled with. Even if I am a Ghost King now."

"It would take me some effort to collect so many Yin soldiers, let alone a human."

I said I didn't lose any, and then recounted the story of Martial Uncle wanting to take six of them from the beginning.

"That old man really treats you well," Nangong Yiyi exclaimed.

I sighed inwardly, thinking, Martial Uncle truly treats me well.

I asked again how to get these beans out, and if I could take them out myself.

Nangong Yiyi replied, "Yes, just like before, just imagine not wanting these beans in the Yin gathering token, or I can throw them out for you."

I nodded, got the answer I wanted, and then withdrew my consciousness.

Seeing that there was still some time before the train departed, I went for a stroll.

I felt a bit hungry, so I found a noodle shop and ordered a bowl of noodles, eating them at a leisurely pace.

When it was time, I got up and walked to the train station, boarded the train, found my seat, and closed my eyes to rest.

The train seats were four-person compartments. Next to me was a middle-aged man, and across from me were two female students.

The man said he was in the antique business and then bragged to the two students opposite him about encountering ghosts when he collected antiques.

He talked about a bronze pot that kept making crying sounds, and a vase that moved on its own, scaring the two girls opposite him into occasional gasps.

I listened and couldn't help but chuckle. I thought to myself, ghosts aren't like that at all. I have three in my Yin gathering token; if they came out, they'd probably scare you to death.

The journey was long, so we just listened to the man brag, passing the time.

"By the way, what are you all here for? It's fate that we met. Let me introduce myself. My name is Yang Mingjie, and as I said, I'm in the antique business," the man said.

"My name is Xia Meng, and this is Li Xinyi. We're both studying university in Sichuan Province and are heading back now that school has started," said one of the girls opposite.

"And you, handsome?" the girl who spoke earlier asked me.

"My name is Li Yutong, and I'm here to travel in Sichuan Province," I lied.

At the same time, I remembered my homeroom teacher calling me a few days ago, asking why I wasn't coming to school.

I said I had family matters and wouldn't be attending. The teacher tried to persuade me for a long time, but I insisted I wasn't coming, and it was eventually dropped.

Given my current situation, how could I possibly go back? Having seen all these strange and supernatural beings.

I couldn't possibly study with peace of mind anymore. It felt like I had become disconnected from ordinary people.

Perhaps because our experiences and encounters are different, I simply can't integrate into the school community anymore.

"Welcome to Sichuan Province," said the girl who had been silent until now. Her name was Li Xinyi. I smiled and replied, "Thank you."

"Where are you planning to go? Do you want us to give you some recommendations? We've been studying in Sichuan for several years, so we know this place very well," Xia Meng said.

I said I was going to a certain city. Before I could finish, Xia Meng said, "What a coincidence! We study there too." I agreed it was quite a coincidence.

"If you don't have any specific places in mind, let us know, and we can recommend some," Li Xinyi said.

"Ah... it's great that you young people can go wherever you want. Unlike us, who have families and have to worry about daily expenses," the man said.

I hadn't looked closely before, but now, looking at the man's face, I noticed a faint trace of yin energy on him, though it wasn't very strong.

Could it be that the things this man was talking about were true? I thought to myself.

"You're much older than us. May I call you Uncle Yang?" I asked the man.

"Sure, you can call me whatever you like, it's just a name. Others call me Yang Lao San, you can call me that too if you prefer."

I organized my thoughts and then asked, "Uncle Yang, do you believe in ghosts and spirits in this world?"

"Yes! I wasn't just talking nonsense earlier. I've seen some things."

I said it was good that he believed, and then took out a "Yin Dispelling Talisman" from my pocket. "Take this. It will keep you safe if you encounter any trouble in the future."

Uncle Yang took it and looked at the talisman. "Oh, you know this stuff."

I said my family used to help with funerals, and I learned a little from my elders.

"Alright, I'll accept it. By the way, could I have your phone number? I might need to ask for your advice if something comes up later."

"Sure, I can," I replied, and we exchanged numbers.

The two girls beside me also asked for my number, saying they could ask me if anything came up later.

I was a bit surprised and asked, "You guys believe in this stuff too?"

"It's better to believe than not to. Our country is vast and rich, with thousands of years of history. There are bound to be things beyond human understanding," Xia Meng said.

"Good insight, high ideological awareness, unlike today's young people," Uncle Yang said, giving a thumbs-up.

The two girls giggled, covering their mouths. Then, I exchanged phone numbers with them as well. After saving their contacts, I put my phone back in my pocket.

We then chatted about all sorts of things. I realized that Uncle Yang was a truly gifted conversationalist; he could talk about anything.

I couldn't help but marvel inwardly, thinking that people who traveled the world really kept their eyes and ears open.

Just his eloquence alone, I thought, would be enough for me to learn from for a lifetime.

After several days on the train, amidst the passengers' anxious and helpless waiting, the train slowly arrived at the station. We bid each other farewell and went our separate ways.

I took a taxi to a certain city. After days and nights on the train, I felt greasy all over.

I ran a hand through my hair and it came away oily. I found a small inn and checked in.

I figured there was no need to rush, so I decided to take a good shower.

After showering, I went downstairs for a meal, bought two packs of cigarettes, and returned to the inn.

Lying on the bed, I thought about where to go next. I decided to visit the antique shop first. I didn't know where Yan Zhi Qiu was.

My father's last words said that once I reached the Yun Family, someone would tell me.

So, I decided to get a good night's sleep and head to the antique shop tomorrow to gather some information.

With a plan and a direction, I felt much more at ease and drifted off into a deep sleep