Things Worth Thanking For

Several months had passed since You Lan Mu Lian. Moreover, Qiankun Hall was not Misty Hall, so naturally no one guarded the road up the mountain. Only when Zhang Xiaohua reached the mountainside and saw a vast spread of houses and courtyards much like those on Tianmu Peak did a disciple come forward, raise a hand, and call out, "This junior brother, which peak are you a disciple of? What business brings you to Fuqiu Peak?"

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaohua dismounted Four Unlike as well and cupped his hands. "I am Ren Xiaoyao, a disciple of the herbs division in Pill-Refining Hall. I have a token given by Hall Master, who said I could exchange it for a weapon at Qiankun Hall. Please have a look..."

The disciple froze, looked Zhang Xiaohua up and down, then held out his hand. "Where is the token?"

Zhang Xiaohua took the plaque from his robes and handed it over. The disciple examined it from top to bottom, his brow creasing slightly. He then looked up at Zhang Xiaohua again. "Where is your waist token?"

"Waist token?" Zhang Xiaohua was taken aback. To tell the truth, he really did not have a waist token from Pill-Refining Hall. He did have one for a reserve inner sect alchemy disciple, but the token in his hand had been issued by Pill-Refining Hall. If he brought out that identity token, people would hear that he had detoured to pick up a weapon while on his way to Yi Xiang Peak. That... seemed rather embarrassing, didn't it? Wouldn't it also betray the pride he ought to have as an inner sect alchemy disciple?

After thinking it over, Zhang Xiaohua took out the Pill-Refining Hall token Elder Purple Ginseng had given him and said with a smile, "I'm merely