Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat!-Chapter 228 - 9: Berserk Junior Sister Refuses to Be Cannon Fodder (Part 9)
Fourth Senior Brother looked serious for a while, really unwilling to drag Jiang Lai around for the next ten days.
He came for the money, did his homework in advance, knowing that some secret realms in the forbidden land contain rare treasures, not seen for a thousand years.
If he takes Jiang Lai, isn’t that all those things have to be split with her?
Jiang Lai saw through his hesitation and cleared her throat.
"If you’re not willing, then I’ll call out. I see those Sun and Moon Sect people are camped not far away and they’re sure to hear the commotion here."
"Don’t shout, I’ll agree to it."
Solve the immediate problem first.
The two of them went back together; Jiang Lai asked him.
"What exactly is that stone treasure?"
"Spirit Stone raw material, there’s not as much Spiritual Power in it as in a Spirit Stone, but this whole bag can roughly be exchanged for about ten Low-level Spirit Stones."
Jiang Lai didn’t believe him.
Definitely more than ten, this guy’s words can’t be trusted.
But she didn’t care, as long as she could follow him. If she remembered correctly, he should be the first cannon fodder. Daring to compete with the heroine for the stuff—who else would be unlucky but him?
Early next morning, all the disciples within the sect started assembling teams heading towards the depths of the Secret Realm.
Everyone was there for the treasures; it’s first-come, first-serve, couldn’t afford to waste any time or they’d be trailing behind others, just watching enviously.
Just after forming teams, two good friends immediately came looking for Jiang Lai.
"I just saw Mu Wu formed a team with two other people, now we’ve got a three-on-three, let’s go find her!"
Du Furong was eager, because today she saw Mu Wu’s cultivation was just over Third Rank, while she and Zhang Qingqing were both at the Peak of Third Rank, ready to advance to Fourth Rank, more than enough to deal with one Mu Wu.
Jiang Lai looked at these two rushing to be cannon fodder villains and didn’t stop them. After all, she’d already provoked Mu Wu, and was long on her blacklist. It’s better to confront her openly now, just to test her strength.
"Senior Brother, I need to talk with them, you guys go ahead, I’ll catch up soon."
"Hmm, don’t wander off, we’ll go ahead first."
The young ladies were chattering away, not looking like they were here for training, more like a spring outing. Especially Du Furong, who hadn’t taken her eyes off Senior Brother since she first saw him; she hurriedly pulled Jiang Lai aside once he walked away.
"Is that your Senior Brother?"
"Hmm."
"So handsome! Does he have someone he likes?"
"Don’t think about these things; he only likes someone with higher cultivation than himself."
"What’s his cultivation level?"
"Seventh Rank."
Du Furong was greatly disappointed to hear this; Seventh Rank—at her current level, she’d have to train for another ten years to catch up.
Forget it, better think about how to deal with Mu Wu. She dared to bully Jiang Lai, definitely has to be taught a lesson.
Ahead was a patch of Golden Bamboo Wood, the leaves shaped like money and extremely dense, giving off a faint golden light under the sun. Picking the leaves and placing them in your pouch provides detoxifying and calming effects, particularly effective against snake venom. They are considered health products, a specialty of the forbidden land, and most disciples pick some to carry each trip.
Golden Bamboo Wood grows in large patches, so there’s no need to fight over them; everyone gets some. Not particularly valuable; if you see it, just grab a handful.
Du Furong nudged Jiang Lai’s arm, directing her gaze not far away.
Nearby was Mu Wu, hands behind her back, watching Wei Ziling in her team joyously picking with a bag.
She naturally didn’t care about these things, but there was something here she was very interested in. Although she didn’t make a move, her eyes were searching through the Golden Bamboo Wood.
Pudding on her shoulder whimpered softly in her ear; Jiang Lai put it on the ground, and that small figure shot out like an arrow directly into the Golden Bamboo Wood.
At this moment, Mu Wu’s eyes lit up as she stepped forward, immediately spotting a Lingzhi growing deep within the Golden Bamboo Wood.
Golden Ganoderma, growing hand-in-hand with the Golden Bamboo Wood; where there’s Golden Ganoderma, there will definitely be Golden Bamboo Wood, but not necessarily vice versa.
In short, Golden Ganoderma is precious and rare, with miraculous effects on strengthening meridians for Foundation Establishment. Mu Wu wants to build a more solid foundation for her long-term cultivation, and this Golden Ganoderma is just what she needs.
Judging by the thick root and the cap color already showing a faint golden-black hue, the age is likely near a thousand years—an invaluable treasure.
No one around, she bent down to pick it. Unexpectantly, a black shadow flashed by in an instant, even before she could blink, and the Golden Ganoderma was gone.
After a second, she realized that thing must have been an animal that took the Golden Ganoderma before her.
She turned to chase it; the shadow ran swiftly, dashed out of the Golden Bamboo Wood and ran outward.
Seeing Mu Wu chasing, Wei Ziling quickly followed.
"What’s wrong, Wu? What happened?"
Mu Wu didn’t have time to answer her, eyes fixed on the shadow. She never allows items she set her sights on to be snatched away halfway.
Besides, that thing was so fast, obviously with a high elemental number; catching it might mean acquiring a powerful Magic Pet.
Just then, she watched that shadow dart to someone’s foot, climb up along her leg, and finally stop on that person’s shoulder.
A closer look—it’s Jiang Lai.
At this moment, she truly saw the appearance of the thing that stole her Golden Ganoderma—a weak black dog, with the Lingzhi dangling from its mouth, obediently lying on Jiang Lai’s shoulder, directly handing the Lingzhi over to her.
Jiang Lai patted Pudding’s head with satisfaction, praised.
"Not bad, keep it up."
Pudding’s little tail couldn’t help but wag again, but it was very small, trying to express its mood without whipping Jiang Lai’s face and losing face in front of others.
Mu Wu watched the Lingzhi in her hand, a hint of dissatisfaction crossing her eyes.
"Your dog stole my stuff, return it."
Jiang Lai raised an eyebrow, looking at the Lingzhi in her hand, not knowing what treasure it was or its use. Seeing Mu Wu care so much, it must be a good thing.
Good things in the hands of oneself should never be handed over.
"Just because you say it’s yours, it’s yours? Did it have your name written on it, or does it respond when you call?"
At this point, Du Furong and Zhang Qingqing also spoke quickly.
"Yeah, whoever grabs it first gets it!"
"Blaming others when you can’t do it yourself, are all the treasures in the Secret Realm yours?"
The two jumped around beside Jiang Lai, Wei Ziling was not going to be outdone either.
"A guilty conscience fears a ghost knocking at the door. Everyone look, this person stole someone else’s things and won’t give them back. You all better watch out for the dog on her shoulder; otherwise, your hard-earned treasures will end up in someone else’s hands without notice."
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