C64

Why didn't you laugh yourself to death?

Rong Yi looked over when he heard it. It was a disciple who had scolded him half a month ago at the Ten Blessed Merchant Shop about his extravagant personality.

Meng Hua took out the twenty-five boxes of Spiritual Heaven stone and placed them in front of the counter: "Who wants the Spiritual Heaven stone?"

This person could change his mind and refuse to sell it to him at any time. Rong Yi quickly returned the Spiritual Heaven stone back into the Storage Ring, not giving them the chance to retrieve it.

He happily touched the ring. There were too many ancient materials for him to use, so he wanted to collect more for his own use.

Meng Hua was a little surprised that the ingredients were actually bought by Rong Yi. He sneered, "A trash like you who doesn't have a Spiritual Root would actually learn to buy ingredients from others. It's really too funny."

Rong Yi sneered: "Then why didn't I laugh you to death."

Meng Hua squinted his eyes.

The disciple who previously said Spiritual Heaven stone were worthless asked: "Senior brother Meng, who is he?"

When he had entered the Jiuxu Sect, Rong Yi had already stayed in the Yin Mansion, so there were many disciples who had not seen Rong Yi before. Even people of the same generation as Rong Yi might not have seen him.

Meng Hua cast a glance at the two female disciples behind the counter and said, "They are the Uncle Rong that Dong Huan and the others have often mentioned."

The two female disciples stared with wide eyes, they never thought that one of the main characters of their discussion would be right in front of their eyes, but Rong Yi was really pretty, even more beautiful than them little girls, with eyes that were big and bright, a thin and rosy mouth. Undeniably, Rong Yi and Bai Yunchen stood opposite each other, but unfortunately, without Spiritual Root, no matter how good they were, they would eventually die of old age, and wouldn't be able to live a long life with Bai Yunchen.

The disciples who previously said that Spiritual Heaven stone were worthless scoffed, no Spiritual Root represented that they could not cultivate, but that also meant that they could not use refine weapons. Unfortunately, he had been exposed. This was truly embarrassing.

Meng Hua turned his head and said to the male cultivator that was following him down the stairs: "Senior brother Shao, why don't you greet your Uncle?"

Shao Xingjiang said disdainfully: "This kind of Uncle cannot climb up."

Meng Hua laughed: "Oh right, Senior brother Shao, I heard that your Sect Leader is going to promote your grandfather to become a Protector Shao, and plans on giving your Tianxu Peak to guard as a cave."

Shao Xingjiang was especially pleased with himself when he said this. "That's right, Sect Leader said that if Tianxu Peak's Peak Master still doesn't return in half a year, he would let my grandfather use her Tianxu Peak as the cave talisman first. I heard that Tianxu Peak has the most spiritual energy, so meditating there in the future would allow him to increase his cultivation speed."

"So noisy." Rong Yi dug out his ears and smacked his lips, indicating that he was not interested in listening to their singing. Then, he continued to check if there were any ingredients that were actually especially useful that were being sold by cultivators in a lowly manner.

He acted as if he did not care, making Meng Hua and Shao Xingjiang unable to continue their conversation. They stood in front of the counter and stared at him with cold expressions.

Bu Qi looked at them indifferently: "Master, do you want to go out for a walk?"

"Sure." Rong Yi did not see anything he wanted to buy, so he followed Bu Qi and left the shop. They went to a place with no people and asked: "You know who I am? "Uh, where did my dad go?"

Bu Qi shook his head: "Taoist Sage Yun Yi said that your father left five years ago. When he left, he said that he wanted to find a way to cultivate the Spiritual Root for you, and in the next five years, he never passed the news to anyone, but the last time this disciple saw him was four and a half years ago in North Ba Continent. At that time, this disciple heard him say to a cultivator that he wanted to find a place.

Rong Yi was extremely curious, "Just where is he looking for? As for leaving his son and disciple in the Jiuxu Peak, who cares?"

If Rong Weiyi was still in Jiuxu Sect back then, he probably wouldn't have allowed the original owner's mother to have her own son bear children.

"That disciple said that when they talked about that place, they had a mysterious look on their face, as if they had discovered some heaven-shaking secret."

"Then did you ask my mother where my father went?"

"Jiuxu Sect and Master's mother's sect are at odds."

"Since the sects are at odds, how could they still give birth to me?"

"I'll have to ask Master's parents."

"?" Although Rong Yi was curious about the place Rong Weiyi was looking for, he couldn't get anything out of it, so he could only bury his curiosity deep inside his heart.

When they arrived at the pavilion in the courtyard, they saw a group of people landing in the courtyard with swords on them. One of them was Taoist Sage Yun Yi, followed by an old man dressed in red and white robes.

An elderly man dressed in red and white shouted in a huff: "My little disciple is definitely more powerful than your disciple. He can already use the refine weapons when he's three years old."

The old man dressed in red and white sneered: "The three little disciple s this old man has accepted are also three years old, what right do you have to say that your disciple will definitely refine it better than my disciple, what's more your disciple's refine weapons isn't long, do you think that you can win against me?"

"Definitely." Taoist Sage Yun Yi walked into the competition hall. "Suspend, suspend, temporarily suspend the competition first."

Half of the disciples, under his interference, had failed in refining their refine weapons and stood up to look at the Taoist Sage Yun Yi in depression.

Rong Yi and Bu Qi walked to the entrance of the hall: "What does Taoist Sage Yun Yi want to do?"

Bu Qi said helplessly: "He's showing off to the Elder Ji Xin in Xuanxin Sect that he has taken in a genius disciple."

Rong Yi pointed to himself: "Don't tell me the genius disciple is my son?"

Bu Qi nodded.

Rong Yi, "..."

It wasn't that he felt that his own son couldn't do it, it was just that Yin Tao had just reached the refine weapons and couldn't even make the magical instrument's outer appearance look good, how could he show off to others?

Taoist Sage Yun Yi saw that all the disciples started to complain, he waved his hand and said: "All disciples do not worry, the competition just now was not counted."

The disciples jumped up in joy as they heard this. They were too nervous before, and the magical instrument was not refined well, otherwise they would not have immediately dropped their weapons the moment the Taoist Sage Yun Yi arrived. Now that they had the chance to strike again, they were obviously happy.

Immortal master, who was in charge of supervising the refine weapons, hastily walked in front of Taoist Sage Yun Yi. "I wonder what business does Senior Patriarch Yun Yi have here?"

"I'm looking for my little disciple." The Taoist Sage Yun Yi swept his gaze across the hall, and saw that Yin Tao was still sitting in the corner with his refine weapons, he happily laughed: "When my little disciple's Refiners come, even if it's heaven, it won't leave.

Elder Ji Xin snorted: "My three disciples are the same."

"Tsk." Taoist Sage Yun Yi looked at Yin Tao, "Wait a moment, he should be finished refining soon."

Rong Yi walked to the window and looked inside. Yin Tao's small face was extremely serious, not having the same kind of happy laugh he usually had. His gaze was extremely focused on the refine weapons Furnace, which meant that he was serious about the refine weapons.

Rong Yi looked at the metal fire inside the furnace. "What a pity that it's a mutated Metal Fire Spiritual Root. If only a mutated Thunderfire Spiritual Root could be refined better."

Bu Qi agreed with his words.

After around an incense's time, the magical instrument was finally completed. He excitedly drove the magical instrument out of the refine weapons Furnace and shouted out loud: "I'm done, I'm done."

When he saw that everyone in the hall was staring at him, he was stunned for a moment. Seeing Taoist Sage Yun Yi standing at the very front of the crowd, he excitedly smiled.

Yin Tao ran over to him.

Taoist Sage Yun Yi grinned as he squatted while spreading his arms. Unexpectedly, when Yin Tao was halfway there and saw Rong Yi outside the window, his eyes lit up and he ran towards the window, "Daddy, daddy, I've refined the magical instrument."

Father was too happy to watch his competition. He jumped out of the window before running, and hugged Rong Yi by the neck: "Father, see how I refined the magical instrument."

Rong Yi laughed and praised, "Impressive."

Yin Tao happily kissed his face.

Being kissed like this made Rong Yi's heart soften. He didn't seem to hate children as much as before.

Elder Ji Xin looked at Taoist Sage Yun Yi who was still squatting on the ground and ridiculed: "Look at your disciple, she doesn't even have eyes for you."

The Taoist Sage Yun Yi did not mind and snorted. He smiled and got up to walk in front of Rong Yi: "Little Tao's father, why are you here in weapon peak too?"

Rong Yi looked at Bu Qi: "I accidentally stumbled upon this place."

Taoist Sage Yun Yi said to Yin Tao: "Little Tao, show me your magical instrument."

Yin Tao passed the refined first grade instrument to the Taoist Sage Yun Yi.

Taoist Sage Yun Yi turned around and brought it in front of Elder Ji Xin, then said happily: "How is it, the magical instrument my disciple refined are not bad, right?"

Elder Ji Xin looked at magical instrument, and regardless of his appearance, it was not bad for a three year old to be able to cultivate first grade instrument, he nodded his head, but before he could say anything, the older child on him said disdainfully: "Truly ugly."

The other two children immediately said, "So ugly, so ugly."

The Taoist Sage Yun Yi said angrily, "When you were just refining your refine weapons, weren't the refined magical instrument ugly too?"

The Elder Ji Xin rubbed his eldest disciple's head: "This child requires perfection in everything. The magical instrument he refines at the age of three is equivalent to a ten year old child's magical instrument. Although its appearance cannot be considered to be very beautiful, it is much better than a few young Refiner s."

"I don't believe it."

Elder Ji Xin took out an exquisite magical instrument for Taoist Sage Yun Yi to look at. "This is a first class True magical instrument that he created two days ago."

Taoist Sage Yun Yi looked at it. He couldn't deny that it was really not bad.

Rong Yi's mood suddenly became bad. It was not that he wanted to compare his child with his opponent, but hearing others saying that his own child was inferior to others made him extremely uncomfortable.

No wonder when his mother heard others saying that his cultivation was lower than theirs, he went from a refined woman to a dragon exploding from a refined woman.

Rong Yi was in the same f * cking mood now.

Elder Ji Xin laughed and asked: "Taoist Sage Yun Yi, do you think we still need to compete?"

Taoist Sage Yun Yi immediately said: "Let's compare, of course we want to compare, we want to see who can refine better, not how the magical instrument looks like. When my disciple grows up, sooner or later, we will be able to make beautiful magical instrument, but, you can only make your youngest disciple compete fairly with my disciple."

"Of course." Elder Ji Xin patted the shoulder of the most little disciple: "Yi'er, are you confident that you can win?"

He Shuiyi nodded, looked at Yin Tao and said: "Master, disciple will defeat him."