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#183 - Your mother isn't a dung collector, is she?

As Zeng Lan spoke these words.

The old woman seemed a little embarrassed.

"Mother, you really don't need to overthink it."

Zeng Lan said earnestly, "I'm doing well in the sect, and your illness can be cured."

"I'm just worried you're too tired," the old woman said with heartache.

Hearing this, Zeng Lan clenched her fist and said, "Who says women are inferior to men? I'm very strong."

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Seeing this, Old Ji laughed and said, "Yes, our Xiao Lan is more capable than anyone else."

The old woman hesitated and said, "Your fellow disciples seemed to have seen us before. Will it have any impact on you?"

"It's nothing, Mother, you're overthinking it. The fellow disciples are all good people. It doesn't matter," Zeng Lan said confidently.

Old Ji didn't say anything, just took Zeng Lan's hand and touched her palm.

"Before Mother came, your palms weren't like this. They didn't have calluses before."

Hearing this, Zeng Lan's eyes turned slightly red, but she quickly smiled and said:

"It's just that the sect values me and wants me to have good experience."

Gu An watched them leave.

He had indeed heard some things about Senior Sister Zeng Lan before.

He didn't know that her mother actually lived in Qingmu City.

Living here for a month requires paying a lot of spirit stones.

In addition, the medicine she mentioned is also not cheap.

Gu An recalled why everyone joined the Night Logging Camp in the first place. They just said they didn't have spirit stones.

It seems that the spirit stones were all spent on her mother.

"But how long can she last?"

Thunderclap Wood is not something that Qi Refinement cultivators can cut down.

Now, Junior Sister Zeng Lan's Qi and blood are unstable, and there are even faint signs of collapse.

Three months.

She will be sick in at most three months.

Illness is just a small matter; the main problem is the damage to her foundation.

In the future, there may be no other possibilities.

But if she stops logging, her mother won't survive this winter.

Looking at their happy faces, Gu An sighed slightly.

Afterward, he continued searching for the magical treasures he needed.

Finally, he saw an ordinary-looking stall.

The stall was run by an old man.

When the old man saw Gu An, he immediately waved cautiously, "Fellow Daoist, come over here."

Gu An looked at him, feeling that the other party was going to say something secret.

Instinctively curious, he stepped over.

But he was also wary.

"Fellow Daoist, are you buying magical treasures?" the old man asked.

Gu An nodded, "Do you have any here?"

"Yes, look." The old man took out a knife, slightly unsheathing it.

Gu An found that it was rusty and even cracked.

But its scabbard and handle were quite exquisite, and even surrounded by spiritual energy, making it look extraordinary.

"This knife was originally of extremely high quality, but now, although it is covered with cracks, the material cannot be recycled and used, and it may even be scrapped after only a few uses, but it has an absolute advantage," the old man said earnestly to Gu An, "It only needs 800 spirit stones."

Hearing this, Gu An was stunned.

Did he look like a poor man?

Well, you have a good eye for people.

"800 is a bit expensive," Gu An said, holding the knife and feeling that the handle was not bad.

The long knife, ink black, and the cracks were not very obvious.

Moreover, the material was also good.

800 spirit stones was indeed acceptable, especially since he, a Golden Core cultivator, could also use it.

"Fellow Daoist, add spiritual energy and take a look," the old man said with a smile.

Hearing this, Gu An added spiritual energy, and in an instant, the cracks directly disappeared, making it look like a heavy long knife.

"The quality of 800 spirit stones, the experience of 8,000 spirit stones, isn't it worth it?" the old man said with a proud face.

Gu An nodded, "Do you give away knife techniques?"

In the end, Gu An spent 2,000 spirit stones on a knife and a book.

The knife technique cost 1,200 spirit stones.

Too expensive.

This was still the cheap one; the sword technique cost 1,600.

Knives were generally not valued and were a notch below swords.

Looking at the knife technique book, there were four large characters written on it: Three Styles of Ping Qiu.

According to the old man, learning these three styles would make one invincible in the Golden Core stage.

Even those above that level could be crushed.

Gu An could only feel that this knife technique was good, but he didn't know how good it was.

After all, he knew very little about sword and knife techniques.

Also, he didn't have a good fist technique.

He could only make do with this for now.

After that, he went to buy a defensive magical treasure.

In the evening.

Gu An strolled around for a long time and spent 2,000 spirit stones to buy a piece of armor.

It could defend against attacks from Golden Core cultivators, but it could only defend against stronger attacks once.

2,000 spirit stones was not cheap either.

In this way, he bought some talismans.

Spending 500 spirit stones.

Leaving 2,500.

Still very wealthy.

Afterward, he walked back.

Passing by the spirit beast area, Gu An was quite emotional. This was a place for breeding spirit steeds.

There were all kinds of breeds.

Only wealthy people could afford to buy them.

A few thousand spirit stones could probably only buy a spirit horse.

Others with power and special effects cost at least tens of thousands.

While passing by, suddenly a spirit horse with flames neighed.

Immediately afterward, an old woman was blown out by the air wave.

Gu An turned his head to look and stopped when he saw clearly.

It was the old woman beside Senior Sister Zeng Lan.

The commotion here naturally attracted the attention of the manager, who was a middle-aged man.

When he came over and saw the old woman's face, his expression turned gloomy. "What are you doing, you old thing? If you startle the spirit steed, can you afford to pay for it? Selling you wouldn't even be worth a spirit stone."

At this time, the old woman got up tremblingly and said with a smile, "Yes, I went to pick up spirit dung."

The man looked at the spirit dung that the other party had picked up and shook his head, "Just this little bit? Don't do it anymore."

Hearing this, the old woman panicked and said, "Manager, I can do it."

"You can't do it," the middle-aged man said coldly.

"I really can do it," the old woman pleaded.

"I said, you can't do it," the middle-aged man scolded.

The old woman slowly knelt on the ground and begged, "Manager, I don't have many days left. I want to leave something for my daughter. She's working too hard. I really can do it."

The middle-aged man looked at the person in front of him, his eyes showing annoyance: "In the future, you are not allowed to approach this kind of spirit steed, otherwise, don't blame me for kicking you out."

Hearing this, the old woman kowtowed in joy: "Thank you, Manager, thank you, Manager."

Afterward, the old woman went to work again.

Gu An watched for a long time and was silent for a long time.

Finally, he turned and left.

Thousand Dust Peak.

Yang Qi rested for a while and planned to go to the Night Logging Camp.

But before he could leave, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

This surprised Yang Qi somewhat.

Normally, who would come to him?

Moreover, he couldn't sense anything.

"Who is it?" he asked warily.

"It's me," Gu An's voice sounded.

Hearing this, Yang Qi was slightly surprised and quickly opened the door, and sure enough, he saw Gu An.

"Senior Brother, why are you here?" he asked.

The next day.

Outer Sect.

Zeng Lan took a deep breath.

She was extremely tired at this time.

Night logging was taking a toll on her body.

But she had to persevere, or else she wouldn't have enough spirit stones.

If she didn't have enough spirit stones, then...

She didn't dare to imagine it, and her heart began to ache.

"Junior Sister Zeng," suddenly two people approached.

"Do you remember what we said about the old woman who was close to you before?" Another fairy chuckled:

"She's actually picking up dung. Senior Sister Zeng, your mother shouldn't be picking up dung, right?"

The second fairy said in a strange tone, "What nonsense are you talking about? Our Senior Sister Zeng is a young lady. How could she have a mother who picks up dung?"

Saying that, the two people giggled.