Missing Thoughts Literature

"That's good. What do you need me for?"

Seeing that she was all business and no personal feelings, Pei Yanqing felt a trace of self-mockery flash through his mind.

He realized that Yun Luo seemed more suited to the Ruthless Dao than he was.

After three months of seclusion, chanting the Heart-Clearing Formula a thousand times daily, he still felt less open than her.

He couldn't bring himself to take the Qiankun Pouch hidden in his sleeve.

After a long while, he finally said stiffly, "The Chengying Sword is somewhat damaged. I wanted to ask if the Hehuan Sect can repair it."

A damaged divine sword was no small matter. Yun Luo became serious.

There were only two people in the Hehuan Sect capable of repairing divine artifacts: Elder Zhu of the Refining Hall, and her Master.

"This matter requires the Elder's personal attention. You'll have to come back to the sect with me first."

"Alright."

Pei Yanqing stepped onto the Chengying Sword. Just as he was about to call Yun Luo, he saw she was already standing on the Black Iron Sword.

He pursed his thin lips and said nothing, flying alongside Yun Luo.

As they flew above the Sea of Clouds, they could see the magnificent sea of flowers among the towering mountains of the Hehuan Sect in the distance, vast and beautiful.

This was Pei Yanqing's first time setting foot in the Hehuan Sect. Even though he came from the Qinglian Sword Sect, one of the Upper Three Sects, he was still awestruck by the grandeur of the Hehuan Sect.

As expected, it was the wealthiest sect besides the Heavenly Deduction Sect.

Yun Luo had lived here for three years and was already accustomed to such beautiful scenery.

At this moment, her mind was focused on riding her sword.

Falling into the forest earlier had been a significant blow to her. She absolutely couldn't afford to fall again now.

They traveled without incident.

Upon reaching the mountain gate, Yun Luo first sent a message to Elder Zhu to explain the situation.

For artifact refiners, the opportunity to see a divine artifact in their lifetime was rare, let alone to repair one personally.

Elder Zhu really wanted to take on this task, but she was currently in the critical stage of refining a Heaven Grade Spiritual Artifact, which would take at least another month to complete.

Pei Yanqing clearly couldn't wait that long.

Yun Luo took him to the Outer Sect Guest Courtyard and inquired about Mu He via a Jade Slip.

Mu He didn't reply immediately. Yun Luo thought she was busy, but just as the little boy from the outer court brought the tea, Mu He suddenly appeared in the courtyard with a "whoosh."

She didn't even acknowledge Yun Luo, her obedient disciple, and walked straight towards Pei Yanqing.

"Where is the Chengying Sword?"

Yun Luo saw a look of obsession on her face for the first time.

Pei Yanqing moved his mind, and the Chengying Sword appeared in his hand.

Mu He's fingers moved from the hilt to the tip of the sword from a distance, finally stopping at a small nick.

Like admiring a piece of calligraphy or painting, after fervent worship, she frowned.

"All the materials used to forge the Chengying Sword are extraterrestrial. Even our Hehuan Sect would have trouble gathering them. Are you willing to accept substitutes?"

It was clear from her expression that she did not wish to do so.

It would be a desecration of a divine artifact.

Pei Yanqing took out a Qiankun Pouch.

"Senior, you need not worry. I have already gathered the ores needed to repair the Chengying Sword. The only thing missing is the Nine Nether Cold Spring for tempering."

Mu He glanced at the Qiankun Pouch and suddenly smiled.

"You've done your research quite thoroughly."

The Nine Nether Cold Spring originated from a place of extreme yin, which was prone to malevolent spirits. Cultivators entering it were easily influenced by the illusions created by the malevolent spirits, leading to inner demons.

The Hehuan Sect's ability to break illusions was probably unmatched in the Cultivation World.

She happened to have the Nine Nether Cold Spring.

Pei Yanqing cupped his fists. "I implore Senior to lend your assistance."

Mu He turned and sat down, tapping the table with her finger.

"Although you have gathered the necessary ores for the repair, this Nine Nether Cold Spring is also a priceless treasure. I wouldn't part with it even for a hundred thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones."

Upon hearing "a hundred thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones," Pei Yanqing lowered his gaze.

This price was within his expectations, and he had already prepared to raise the funds.

Just as he was about to speak, Mu He said, "However, asking you Sword Cultivators to fork out a hundred thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones would be difficult, and my Hehuan Sect doesn't lack this amount of Spirit Stones."

Chapter 44: Give Him a Good Beating (2/2)

"Considering you took care of A Luo in the Secret Realm, as her Master, I'll express my gratitude by proposing a trade. I'll repair your Chengying Sword for you, but the excess ore will be mine. Furthermore, the future maintenance of this Sword will be the responsibility of the Hehuan Sect. What do you think, Young Friend?"

This deal couldn't be said to be a loss or a gain for either party.

After all, the value of that bag of ore alone was comparable to the Nine Nether Cold Spring.

However, when these words reached Pei Yanqing's ears, they took on a different meaning.

Mu He seemed to be saying: Here's five million, leave my disciple.

(Mu He: I didn't mean it like that.)

"Hurry up and agree!"

Yun Luo nudged him.

Why was this silly boy hesitating?

Pei Yanqing snapped back to attention and saw Yun Luo looking at him with anticipation.

His heart felt complicated as he said, "Senior, you are too kind. It was merely a fellow Daoist looking out for another; there's no need to take it to heart. Repairing Artifacts is extremely taxing on the mind and spirit. This junior would never dare to take advantage of Senior. In addition to what Senior has said, this junior is willing to offer another thirty thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones as a token of my gratitude. I hope Senior will not refuse."

Mu He didn't understand why he wasn't taking the easy advantage, attributing it to the nature of Sword Cultivators.

"Alright, since you insist, I can't refuse. Seeing your sincerity, I'll do my best, but it might take about a month."

Forging Artifacts was complex, and repairing them was naturally not easy.

Pei Yanqing had no objections this time.

"Thank you for your trouble, Senior."

With that, he placed a wisp of his spiritual sense on the Chengying Sword to suppress its vicious aura and prevent it from harming others.

He then handed the ore and thirty thousand Spirit Stones to Mu He.

"Young Friend, please wait a moment. A Luo, come with me, I need to get something for Young Friend Pei."

Yun Luo said a few words to Pei Yanqing and followed Mu He out of the small courtyard.

After the two left, the small courtyard became eerily silent.

With nothing else to do, Pei Yanqing sat down and quietly drank his tea.

He had only taken half a sip when his ears twitched.

It was a cultivator's instinct to extend their spiritual sense outside in an unfamiliar environment. He keenly sensed a group of female cultivators surrounding the outer wall.

[It really is Pei Yanqing, much better looking than his portrait on the forum.]

[Wow, this face, this waist, these long legs.]

[Yun Luo, that little brat, she's really living well.]

[What are you guys talking about? Junior Sister Yun is a Sweet Girl, Pei Yanqing is the one who hit the jackpot.]

[Heh, you mean the Sweet Girl who punched a wild boar to death?]

[That's a stereotype, why can't a Sweet Girl punch wild boars?]

[Can Junior Sister Yun be more proactive and lure him to the cave abode outside the Mountain Gate for Dual Cultivation? I want to see, hiss hiss]

[Exactly, Junior Sister Yun has looked at me so many times.]

Pei Yanqing originally didn't want to pay attention, but hearing this made him choke on his tea, his neck turning red.

The Hehuan Sect was truly...

If he were outside, he would have surely sent these people flying miles away with a single sword energy.

But now, he could only conjure a water curtain to block the view from outside the courtyard.

He then set up an isolation array, no longer listening to their lewd remarks.

Half an hour later.

Yun Luo returned from Lingxi Peak and saw a group of people gathered outside the courtyard, led by several direct disciple Senior Sisters.

She stopped to listen for a moment and heard the word "stingy."

"Sister Jiang, what are you all doing?"

She approached to ask, and the crowd turned around, starting to complain.

"Pei Yanqing is too stingy. We were just looking, and he actually blocked our view."

"Exactly, Junior Sister Yun, you must punish him severely. How dare he act so aloof on our Hehuan Sect's territory."

"I have a new whip I just bought. You should use it to whip him hard."

"..."

Yun Luo didn't know what to say and could only perfunctorily agree, sending the crowd away.

"He's thin-skinned, don't be like this. I have that thing, we'll talk about it another time."