In the afternoon, outside Tianshui City, three Blood-Red Spirit Horses galloped across the wilderness, kicking up clouds of dust.
The riders were Lin Yi, Yang Zi, and Xian Wu'ai, the old man from Immortal Village.
Ordinary villagers of Immortal Village had no surnames. Only the Village Chief and Village Elder were qualified to take Xian as their surname, and Xian Wu'ai was the Village Chief of this generation.
As for why Xian Wu'ai had agreed to trade with Lin Yi and Yang Zi and return to the village to look for the so-called Pure Divinity, Yang Zi had naturally used both threats and incentives on him.
It turned out that after Lin Yi left the Spiritual Vine Space yesterday and logged into Apocalypse World that night, Yang Zi happened to come to visit. He brought the account records from the past few days of Spiritual Artifact sales, along with some Spiritual Material resources.
When he learned that Lin Yi wanted to search Immortal Village for the so-called Divinity, he took on the task himself, saying he wanted to ease Lin Yi's worries.
Unexpectedly, in just one night, Yang Zi had convinced Xian Wu'ai to agree to trade the Divinity.
As they hurried along, Xian Wu'ai's face turned pale from the jolting, and he swayed unsteadily atop his horse.
"Deputy Village Chief Lin, young master, could we slow down? This old body of mine can't take it..."
Yang Zi had no choice but to slow down. Turning his head, he said, "Village Chief Xian, your physique is far too weak for a Village Chief. Don't you ever embezzle some attribute Spiritual Objects to nourish your body?"
"Young Master, please don't joke. Our Immortal Village is terribly impoverished. We have no treasures at all, so how could we have the money to