The Arrogant Immortal
Chapter 81: The Wealth of the Dead is Still Wealth, Right?

Chapter 81: Chapter 81: The Wealth of the Dead is Still Wealth, Right?

Xie Jiuniang emerged from seclusion once again, donning a different disguise.

She adjusted her cultivation base to the eighth level of Qi Cultivation and dressed herself in utter shabbiness.

Over her intact vestment robe, she wore another one that was torn and tattered.

The Little Flying Boat was put away, and the jade token that had been hanging at her waist was now worn around her neck, hidden under her robe. The vestments issued by the Sect were impenetrable to Divine Sense, so she had no fear of being discovered.

Then, she picked up a Broken Sword.

But this still seemed insufficient, so she deliberately tangled her hair to resemble a bird’s nest and dirtied her face, making her indistinguishable from most of the minor cultivators around, as if she had narrowly escaped a devastating chase by a Water Beast.

Passing Sect Disciples on similar missions consciously ignored her, not even entertaining the desire to rob her.

After all, such a person clearly didn’t have anything worth taking.

Xie Jiuniang, along with the Sword Spirit, kept her distance from the others, frolicking alone beneath the water.

With the Sword Spirit as her treasure locator and the Time Leaf to forewarn her of danger, she had reaped a bountiful harvest over the past half a year, filling three Storage Bags to the brim.

However, occasionally the Secret Realm would echo with the enraged roars of a Great Demon, nine times out of ten provoked by the duo themselves.

Originally, Xie Jiuniang planned for Jian Lingyan to find an unclaimed Spiritual Mine to excavate, but luck was not on their side. Everywhere they went, the mines were either claimed or the deposits were minuscule, composed only of ordinary Spirit Stones.

After feasting on delicacies, who would settle for a simple vegetable porridge?

Thus, the master and her sword concocted a plan, shamelessly colluding to poach from the lairs of powerful Demonic Beasts.

After their cunning tactics, they left many a Demonic Beast fuming with rage.

At this moment, Xie Jiuniang was lying on a deserted island beach, basking in the sun. She propped up her legs and swung her feet leisurely while lamenting in a mischievously sorrowful tone, "There are still two months before the Secret Realm closes, yet all three of my Storage Bags are filled. How distressing."

Jian Lingyan whooshed out of the Contract Space, circling excitedly around Xie Jiuniang and exclaiming, "Master, master, you can deposit all the Spirit Stones from the Storage Bags into my space. It’s really big, able to hold lots and lots of Spirit Stones and Spirit Crystals—"

"Smack!!"

Before the Broken Sword could finish speaking, it was sent flying with a smack of a stick.

Xie Jiuniang sneered coldly, "Try to deceive me again? Dream on."

Four months ago, she fell for its sweet talk, and ended up losing a Storage Bag full of Spirit Stones.

Jian Lingyan returned sulkily, speaking in a disheartened tone, "This time I swear I’ll hold back and not touch a single Spirit Stone of yours."

"Believe you? Not a ghost of a chance, you worthless deadbeat! The ledger of Spirit Stones you owe me is almost too long to record. Even if the debt contract extended to a thousand years, you’d never be able to pay it off."

Xie Jiuniang never held back when striking at the heart.

In recent months, the sword had not even let pass a single Spirit Stone overnight, absorbing them on the spot. Over that time, the sword had changed several times, becoming ever more mysterious and mystical.

"You stingy master, it’s just a few Spirit Stones I’m eating from you. I... I’m very useful, you know." It began confidently, but the fervor faded as it finished.

A dog facing the Child of Destiny couldn’t win the fight.

It knew it had to cling to its master’s mighty leg.

Therefore, Jian Lingyan proposed a new idea for finding more Storage Bags, and a sudden spark of inspiration hit, "Master, if you don’t want to rob other disciples, you could look for Storage Bags of those who met their demise in the Secret Realm. Demonic Beasts have no use for Storage Bags. Wow, just thinking about it, there must be so many out there."

Xie Jiuniang thought it made perfect sense.

The fortunes of the dead were still fortunes, after all.

It would be utterly fanciful for anyone else to consider such a plan, given the vastness of the Secret Realm and its expansive waters, to search for a small Storage Bag would indeed be like searching for a needle in a haystack. Yet Xie Jiuniang had an advantage with the Sword Spirit.

Generously, Xie Jiuniang declared, "Whatever we find, we’ll split fifty-fifty."

"Okay, master, I will definitely try my best to find them." Jian Lingyan hadn’t thought of it earlier and hence hadn’t paid attention.

But now, upon closer observation...

"Master, just two meters deep in the sand right under your buttocks, there is a Storage Bag."

"What?"

Xie Jiuniang sprang to her feet and started digging earnestly, "Hahaha, I truly am the Child of Destiny. Even the spot where I relax is treasured ground."

"Without me telling you, that destiny would be useless..." Jian Lingyan murmured under its breath.

Xie Jiuniang paused her digging and turned her head to give the floating Broken Sword a piercing look, "Little Jianjian, what was that?"

"Nothing, said nothing..." the Sword Spirit replied timorously.

Whimper, whimper, her master was becoming ever more fearsome!

Was it just for secretly consuming a Storage Bag of her Spirit Stones? She already had two Storage Bags now.

Every ten years, the Secret Realm opens once.

Every time, a portion of the participants perish. Years upon years have accumulated an uncountable number of casualties in the Secret Realm. Even if some of their Storage Bags are taken by the survivors, there’s always some left behind.

Thus, the master and servant, with their unconventional ideas, struck it rich off the dead’s wealth.

If anyone saw them, they would be astounded to find someone entering the Secret Realm not to seek opportunities, but rather to dig around.

Within ten days, Xie Jiuniang had three Storage Rings and over twenty Storage Bags in her possession.

It was much better than pilfering from the dens of Water Beasts. Not to mention the safety, but primarily the haul was far greater than before.

Another month had passed.

A person and a sword combed through a stretch of water, finding thirteen Storage Rings and over a hundred Storage Bags.

Xie Jiuniang called a halt; she simply couldn’t dig through anymore.

It was exhausting, too exhausting.

"There are only about twenty days left before the Secret Realm closes, so our plundering of the deceased’s riches ends here."

Xie Jiuniang packed the Storage Rings full, then strung them all together and wore them around her neck before tucking them inside her garment. She kept only the five Storage Bags with the largest space for carrying items and discarded the rest. Mainly because there were too many Storage Bags and they were cumbersome to take out of the Secret Realm.

The haul from this trip to the Secret Realm far exceeded Xie Jiuniang’s own expectations.

While others came in search of one or two strokes of fate, she swept through the realm stocking up like a hoarder, which left Xie Jiuniang immensely satisfied.

Now, she decided to take a turn around the outskirts of the perilous waters where the Water Kirin was rumored to appear in her previous life.

Not to snatch the Water Kirin, but merely to watch the excitement.

And to see if there was a chance to trap Lin Wangchen to death.

In her previous life, this scoundrel sustained severe injuries while vying for the Water Kirin, and it took him over a hundred years to recover. With such serious injuries, it must have been a fierce life-and-death struggle, and it’s very likely that the Divine Soul sealed during his Divinity Transformation was triggered.

It was the perfect opportunity to kill Lin Wangchen.

However, before going, she needed to prepare a sufficient supply of Hiding Talismans.

The ones she had before were long gone.

Now that Xie Jiuniang had reached Foundation Establishment and her Sea of Consciousness was much stronger than that of an average cultivator at this stage, she effortlessly created second-grade Hiding Talismans.

In her previous life, the Water Kirin emerged the day before the Secret Realm closed, so there was no rush for time.

She went into seclusion for a few days.

Xie Jiuniang produced fifty second-grade Hiding Talismans.

The higher the grade of a Talisman, the better the effect when used.

A first-grade Talisman could only last for three days.

But a second-grade Talisman could last for half a month.

Fifty sheets would be more than enough.

Before departing, Xie Jiuniang thought it over and changed her appearance, donning a conventionally loose Vestment robe. She still dressed as a man, but aimed for a more mature and steady look.

In any case, she shouldn’t appear too youthful.

With her past life experiences, Xie Jiuniang was adept at disguising herself.

Limited by her short stature?

It wasn’t a big issue, just pad the shoes a bit to increase her height. There were plenty of shorter male cultivators in the Cultivation World, and if she had the right demeanor, she was set.

Xie Jiuniang also extravagantly affixed both Hiding and Invisibility Talismans to her Flying Boat.

With a medium-grade Spirit Stone from the Secret Realm, the Little Flying Boat, once activated, seemed to vanish. Now that she had achieved Foundation Establishment, it was very difficult to detect it unless one had a powerful Spiritual Soul.

She had been flying for two days.

Suddenly, Jian Lingyan spoke mysteriously, "There are two people ahead, haha, master, you know both of them."

"Who are they?"

Xie Jiuniang became interested.

Steering the Flying Boat to hide high in the sky, she indeed witnessed a good show.

Lin Wangchen, wielding a sword, stood in confrontation with someone—it was Wu Yu.

At that moment, Lin Wangchen bore an icy expression, chilling to the bone, with a faint hint of killing intent in his eyes, clearly infuriated by Wu Yu.

The precious opportunity that was the Secret Realm training had been plagued by Wu Yu, a mad dog entangling Lin Wangchen, so it was no wonder Lin Wangchen was in a foul mood.

On the contrary, Xie Jiuniang, seeing Lin Wangchen at a disadvantage, felt as refreshed as drinking ice on a hot summer day.

"Wu Yu, enough is enough!" Lin Wangchen said with high impatience.

Wu Yu sneered, "Not enough. My Nine Apertures Heart Lotus was stolen by someone from the Lin Family. Either return it to me or let me beat you up as an elder brother, otherwise this is not over."

"How many times have I said that person was not from the Lin Family?"

"You may fool Gongsun Xue, but you can’t fool me."

"You..." Lin Wangchen simply unsheathed his sword, "If you want to fight, then let’s fight."

Wu Yu also drew his sword.

High above, the hidden Little Flying Boat.

A person and a sword watched the show with great excitement.

Jian Lingyan asked, "Master, do you know who among them is the most powerful?"

"Lin Wangchen," guessed Xie Jiuniang, narrowing her eyes, "He is after all a few years older than Wu Yu, and he reached Foundation Establishment a few years earlier..."