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Seeing Yan Qingyang ignoring him, Lu Yun became so angry that she couldn't be bothered to talk to the other two anymore.

In the middle of the night, Yan Qingyang quietly got off the bed and went outside. After finding a secluded spot, she sat down cross-legged under a ginkgo tree and closed her eyes.

The basic technique of Yunhua Sect was the Flowing Cloud Art, which was used to cause one's body to enter.

Yan Qingyang had already memorized the Flowing Cloud Mantra after sending it out today. She came out to practice it.

She still couldn't believe that her aptitude was that bad.

He started to circulate the Flowing Cloud Mantra and sensed the surrounding spiritual energy.

Over and over again. After more than four hours, Yan Qingyang shook her head with a bitter smile. She now believed that her aptitude was really poor and she didn't feel any spiritual energy at all.

If that was truly the case, drawing energy into his body and entering his First Level of Meditation within half a year would be extremely difficult!

Yan Qingyang knew very well what spirit power meant. At that time, the reason Luo Hsing had been able to channel Qi into her body was because Yan Qingyang had given her a lot of pills.

In his previous life, as a personal disciple of Daoist Master Chi Dan, Yan Qingyang possessed a large amount of medicinal pills and gave most of them to Luo Hsing.

Luo Hsing had to rely on a large number of medicinal pellets to break through to the First Level of Meditation.

With his current aptitude, he would have to accumulate pills. But as a service disciple, he did not even have a low rank Spirit Accumulate Pill. Where would he go to find pills?

There were only two methods: refining it or buying it.

Refining it himself was not feasible, whether it was refining pills or smithing, he needed at least Third Level of Meditation.

There was only one way left: Buy!

A bottle of low-ranked Spirit Accumulate Pill would cost ten of them or a hundred Sect Contribution Points.

A service disciple had to complete many tasks every day. For example, Yan Qingyang could only accumulate twenty contribution points every month, not to mention there were many other things that required contribution points, such as eating.

As for service disciples, the sects would never send out Spirit Stone, they could only rely on working to earn contribution points.

What could a janitor disciple do without even drawing qi into his body? At most, he could chop firewood, mine, wash vegetables, grow vegetables and other low-level labor...

Yan Qingyang got up and felt the itch on her neck. Feeling annoyed, she touched a thin rope and pulled it out. When she pulled it out, it was a thin red rope tied around her neck.

Beneath the red rope was a dark green Jade Pendant. That Jade Pendant was shaped like a small fan.

Yan Qingyang picked up the Jade Pendant and scrutinized it carefully. She discovered that the pendant was dark green and crystal clear, shining with a moist light under the moonlight.

"Eh, what is this?" Yan Qingyang frowned and thought for a moment before remembering.

It was said that she had left it behind for her mother. However, she remembered that the Jade Pendant was not jade-green in color, but was a light yellow color, and was not as smooth as it was now.

When did the color change?

Yan Qingyang raised her jade fan and scrutinized it under the moonlight.

Under the moonlight, the dark green jade fan became even more translucent. The veins on the fan were clear and vaguely, it seemed like there was a painting on it.

Yan Qingyang's brows were knitted as she looked closely at it. Just as she was excited, the jade fan in front of her suddenly enlarged. Her head suddenly felt dizzy. In a flash, she found herself in a strange space.

This space had a radius of less than ten feet and was completely empty. There was only a stone tablet in front of him, and there seemed to be words written on it.

Yan Qingyang took a few steps forward and arrived in front of the stone monument. She used her hand to brush the stone monument.

As Yan Qingyang's hand brushed past the stone monument, the words on the monument gradually became clear.

Yan Qingyang looked at the stone monument carefully and softly read out the words: "Qing Clan's Handwritten Letter of Weapon Refining."

All of a sudden, she was attracted to it. She had been skilled in artifact forging in her previous life and was especially interested in information on artifact forging.

There were a few more lines of text, which Yan Qingyang roughly understood after reading.

This stone tablet was a treasure. It recorded a master refiner's many years of refining experiences. She recorded all of this down and placed it inside the treasure green jade fan. Only her descendants could activate this space.

Jade Fan? Yan Qingyang thought of the jade fan pendant on her neck. Could it be … that she was in that jade fan pendant?

Descendant? Could it be that this jade fan was passed down from his ancestors?

And how did it start?

Suddenly, Yan Qingyang remembered that in the Devil Cultivator's cave, in the midst of danger, there was a warm feeling coming from her chest and it was a fatal strike to Devil Cultivator. And even opened up a space?

If this was true, then this sort of space was equivalent to a small world and was an extraordinary treasure.

Yan Qingyang's heart was filled with joy as she looked around. The space was extremely small, and there was nothing else other than this stone monument. She walked up to the stone monument and looked at the words on it.

He was a bit confused and muttered, "Eh, what about your refining knowledge?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed that the words on the stone tablet had changed. What was displayed was: "Refining Comprehension: 1, …, 2, …, 3 …"

Yan Qingyang was overjoyed. After carefully reading those words, she realized that they were all knowledge she did not know. It could even be said that their knowledge was even better than that of the highest level equipment forging masters in Floating Cloud Realm.

She looked at it for a long time and memorized it. After thinking for a while, she said to the stone tablet, "The method to refine the flying sword."

As expected, the words on the stone tablet changed again.

Yan Qingyang asked a few more times and got her answer. She finally understood the usage of the stone tablet. This was a Artifact Forging Grimoire!

After trying for a long time, Yan Qingyang closed her eyes and muttered in her heart, "Get out!"

When she opened her eyes, sure enough, she was under the Ginkgo tree again.

After a few experiments, she had mastered how to enter and exit the Green Jade Fan. Furthermore, she discovered that the Green Jade Fan was able to store things.

Yan Qingyang was in a good mood after obtaining a treasure.

He remembered that in his previous life, he was still alive when he first arrived at Yunhua Sect. Later on, Luo Hsing saw that he was extremely fond of her.

However, in the end, the Jade Pendant was actually lost. She could not find it no matter how hard she tried, and could only leave it at that.

At that time, she would never have suspected Luo Hsing. But now, it seems that she must have been the one who stole it.

At this time, the sky was about to brighten. Yan Qingyang continued to carry the green jade fan around her neck as she returned to her room.

Lu Yun, Jin Rong, and Zhenzhen were already up, and Lu Yun rolled her eyes at Yan Qingyang.

The chubby Chu Liu-Li pounced on Yan Qingyang and put her arm around her. She giggled. "Your name is Yan Qingyang, right? We're both assigned to the kitchen. Let's report it together."

Yan Qingyang had a good impression of Chu Liu-li, so she pulled out her arm and went with her to the kitchen.

Chopping firewood, carrying water, washing vegetables, and washing dishes were relatively heavy tasks in the kitchen. The two of them busied themselves for the entire morning. The service disciples at noon each had two hours. They could choose to listen to classes or cultivate.

Some outer sect disciples, in order to earn some contribution points, would come to teach the service disciples. They would have basic literacy classes, and the most advanced were the explanations for the Flowing Cloud Mantra.

At noon, Lu Yun brought Jin Rong to class, swaying.

Yan Qingyang didn't go. She sat under the tree and channeled her Flowing Cloud Mantra. Strangely, Chu Zhenzhen didn't go either.

Two hours later, the two of them continued to busy themselves in the kitchen.

He hurried all the way to the end of the night, and did not relax until the Hai hour.

If it was a normal child, she would have to go to bed since she was so busy. Yan Qingyang's physical fitness was not that good, so she felt very tired. She forced herself to continue cultivating.

Lu Yun and Jin Rong had also gotten busy and were no longer looking for trouble recently.

After about a month of this, none of the people in their room could draw air into their bodies. Yan Qingyang felt that this could not be allowed to happen again.

She had thought of selling off her best quality Great Bone Forming Pill, but this kind of pill was very valuable, it was a pill that was priceless in the city. She didn't even have a cultivation level right now, so she couldn't take this risk.

That day, when she and Chu Zhenzhen returned from the kitchen, they saw Lu Yun outside the courtyard.

Lu Yun no longer had her usual arrogant look. She had her head lowered, her body bent, and a flattering smile on her face.

Opposite her was an arrogant young lady in red.