radicalducati Chapter 47 What a coincidence!
Chapter 47 What a coincidence!
Within the Qingxuan Sect.
Zhou Yi looked at the caravan that the two young players had brought back, and his mood improved somewhat.
He had been worried about how to safely buy farming tools and picks from Lianyungang Market, but now those problems could be solved.
Beside the stone table in the courtyard, two cups of tea were quietly placed.
Yun Yi picked up the teacup, gently blew on the floating leaves, took a sip, and praised, "Fellow Daoist Zhou has a discerning eye. This spiritual tea from the Qingxuan Sect is no worse than that in the market."
Zhou Yi smiled slightly and personally poured him another cup: "Fellow Daoist Yun, you flatter me. It's just wild tea from the mountains, very crude. I hope you won't laugh at me."
The two sat facing each other, drinking tea and chatting amiably, like old friends of many years.
Yun Chuan stood to the side, curiously observing the newly established sect. Although it was somewhat dilapidated, its vibrant energy was even stronger than that of many long-established families.
Especially those disciples who were busy in the spirit fields, they were all full of energy and showed no signs of the dejection of disciples in a fallen sect.
"Young friend just said you wanted to purchase 20 hoes and 10 pickaxes?" Yun Yi put down his teacup and asked seriously.
Zhou Yi nodded, took out 100 spirit stones from his sleeve, and handed them to Yun Yi:
"Indeed, as you can see, our sect is in decline. Our current priority is to cultivate the spiritual fields, restore production, and mine some common ores to repair our houses."
"I just looked at Fellow Daoist Yun's batch of magical artifacts, and I also think the quality is quite good, so I naturally have the intention to buy them."
Yun Yi smiled and pocketed the 50 spirit stones.
With this sale, his net profit reached 40 spirit stones. Although it wasn't a huge amount, even a small profit is still profit.
Who would complain about having too much money?
Immediately afterwards, Yun Yi took a storage bag from Yun Chuan and handed it over:
"Young friend, you're very straightforward. The Yun family values integrity in business. Here are 20 hoes and 10 pickaxes, all made of top-quality iron. They'll last you three to five years without any problems."
Zhou Yi used his divine sense to investigate and found that the quality was indeed the same as what he had seen before, and a smile appeared on his face.
With these pickaxes and hoes in hand, players will have much less to worry about in terms of tools when mining and clearing land.
Zhou Yi nodded in satisfaction, then subconsciously asked, "By the way, Fellow Daoist Yun, the name 'Yun Family' sounds familiar. I feel like I've heard it somewhere before. Could you perhaps tell me why?"
The Yun family caravan appeared to be quite large, with several late-stage Qi Refining cultivators in charge. Although large-scale travel was still restricted, small-scale travel was still possible.
He was indeed curious about where such a powerful family came from.
Upon hearing this, a hint of joy flashed in Yun Yi's eyes. As one of the core figures of the Yun family, he naturally had a very strong sense of loyalty to the family.
He was naturally happy to have the opportunity to enhance the family's reputation.
"Fellow Daoist Zhou, my Yun family is a Foundation Establishment clan with great strength. We have five Foundation Establishment experts, and our strongest ancestor has even reached the late Foundation Establishment stage."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi couldn't help but gasp.
He felt that even a family like the Zhou family, which only had one Foundation Establishment cultivator, was difficult to match, let alone a behemoth of this level.
Yun Yi looked at the change in Zhou Yi's expression and felt quite smug.
Even the lowest-ranking cultivators in the Yun family still beam with pride when boasting about their family's glory to outsiders.
Yun Yi continued:
"My family, Yunjia, is located in Bishuitan, near the Lianyungang area. We have built a large city called Yunjia City, which has a population of over 100,000."
"At the same time, all kinds of inheritances are complete and complete, and they can basically reach the Foundation Establishment level, so they can be considered a relatively strong force within thousands of miles."
As Yun Yi finished speaking, Zhou Yi still looked somewhat bewildered.
He still couldn't figure out why he had a special impression of the Yun family.
Although this family was very powerful, he had never known about it before.
"What exactly went wrong?"
Zhou Yi pondered this in his heart, but soon he got the answer.
Yun Chuan walked into the small house, looked at Zhou Yi, and said with a smile:
"By the way, Sect Leader Zhou, wasn't there a grand market in Lianyungang a few days ago? My Yun family even arranged for our direct descendants to go out and trade."
"Perhaps, Sect Leader Zhou will even have the chance to meet her."
Yun Chuan's seemingly casual remark directly changed Zhou Yi's mood.
Not only him, but even Qianlong and the others who were listening quietly on the side turned pale.
They all seemed to remember what happened a few days ago.
Yun Yi took a sip of tea and continued, following Yun Chuan's words: "Fellow Daoist Zhou, members of the Yun family and those who have made outstanding contributions all wear purple robes to signify their status. If you see someone in purple robes, you might actually recognize them..."
Purple robe?
Zhou Yi was startled.
He remembered that a few days ago, the arrogant and domineering girl seemed to be wearing a purple robe.
Yun Chuan, oblivious to their unusual behavior, continued with a smile:
"The person leading the group is named Yun Yao, the eldest daughter of my Yun family. However, the market is quite large, so it's normal that Zhou Zongzhu hasn't met her before."
Zhou Yi nodded, but his heart was already churning with turmoil.
Purple robes. Yun Family City. Caravan.
His mind raced back to the battle of a few days ago—the girl in purple, the flag fluttering in the wind, and the three wagons loaded with goods.
And then there's Wu Yun, whom he personally pierced through the chest with a flying sword.
Zhou Yi's smile remained unchanged. He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and used the teacup as a cover to suppress the turmoil in his eyes.
The young players' expressions changed, and they moved towards the door almost simultaneously.
The humanoid stars walked at the very front, their steps so fast and hurried that they almost tripped over the threshold.
"Let's go, let's go, hurry up." Qianlong urged in a low voice, almost in a whisper.
As for the Immortal Who Opens Instantly, he subconsciously glanced back at Zhou Yi and Yun Yi, his Adam's apple bobbing, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
Crouching Tiger brought up the rear, his expression equally grim. He tried to remain calm, but his pace quickened unconsciously.
They walked quickly across the courtyard until they were far away from the reception room and made sure no one was around before finally stopping.
The stars leaned against the wall, panting heavily, a thin layer of sweat already forming on their foreheads.
"Holy crap..." he muttered, his voice trembling, "That caravan...it was the one we were with that day..."
He didn't finish speaking, but everyone knew what he wanted to say.
Qianlong remained silent, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
"The woman in purple we killed..." he said in a hoarse voice, his tone extremely low, "was actually the eldest daughter of the Yun family."
The Immortal was stunned for a moment before unconsciously saying, "The official team is too powerful! They've done something this big with just one update."