CHAPTER 386: CHAPTER 386: HE’S GETTING ANXIOUS

Fairy Valley did possess Sacred Soldiers, and Emperor Weapons were also quite common. However, for a young person to freely produce such items, only a handful were capable of doing so. For example, there was Bai Yisheng, the sole disciple of the Sword Saint; the Fairy from the Second Academy; and the scholar from the First Academy. They were famous, hailed as geniuses seen only once in a thousand years. Their talents and understanding were beyond what ordinary people could compare with. Such promising youngsters were naturally beloved by their seniors and, therefore, would not lack Divine Weapons.

But for a little girl, who had only recently enrolled and was merely eleven or twelve years old, to casually pull out an Emperor Weapon, and then Sacred Soldiers? Was this normal?

Zi Ji looked at Yan Bei with a serious face and said, "Senior Brother, which one would you like?"

Yan Bei was speechless.

"Is the grade too low?" Zi Ji asked, astonished. "But I don’t have any Emperor Weapons on hand."

Damn! The crowd was collectively petrified. She doesn’t have any Emperor Weapons on hand? Does that mean her brother does?

Yan Bei also snapped back to reality and hastily said, "Just give me that Emperor Weapon you showed just now. I’ll return it to you after I’m done."

"OH OH OH!" Zi Ji nodded, took out the book she had before, and said, "No need to return it."

"I must, I must." Yan Bei wiped away cold sweat. Little sister, this is an Emperor Weapon! He, Yan Bei, was well aware of the value of such a powerful Emperor Weapon. My Little Junior Sister is kind-hearted; I can’t deceive her.

Zi Ji paused for a moment, not dwelling on the topic, and then said, "Senior Brother Yan Bei, if you get injured... um, I have Spirit Pills here." While speaking, she began searching for Spirit Pills. "Fifth rank... too low. Sixth rank won’t do. Seventh rank... um... let me search some more. Ah! Found it! An eighth-rank Spirit Pill. That should be enough, right?" she mumbled, her brow furrowed in concentration as she searched.

The cultivators watching thought she was joking. Do her Spirit Pills cost nothing? Are they made of mud? Still rummaging around for them? She probably only has a few and is just putting on a show.

However...

Zi Ji then took out several eighth-rank Spirit Pills, her expression serious as she said, "I’ll give you seven to start. If that’s not enough, I have more."

Yan Bei’s mouth gaped, his face filled with shock, as if he were seeing Zi Ji for the first time. Sacred Soldiers, eighth-rank Spirit Pills... My god, who exactly is this girl?

The spectating cultivators were also flabbergasted. Nearby, Zhang RuoLing was utterly dumbfounded, Zi Ji’s words, "If that’s not enough, I have more," echoing in his mind.

"Enough, enough, Little Junior Sister! I can’t take so many. Just give me one," Yan Bei said, taking a deep breath, deeply moved. He looked at the Emperor Weapon in his hand, then at the Spirit Pill he had just received. At this moment, he felt an overwhelming urge to cry. In this world, only my Little Junior Sister is this good to me, offering up an Emperor Weapon and Spirit Pills without hesitation, all so I can defeat Zhang RuoLing. Thinking of this, he suppressed the emotions in his heart and said earnestly, "Don’t worry, Little Junior Sister. I will definitely beat him."

"Mhm! I believe in you, Senior Brother," Zi Ji smiled. "By the way, are you sure eighth-rank is enough?"

"Ah?" Yan Bei was taken aback.

"I mean, I also have ninth-rank Spirit Pills, but my Senior Sister told me to keep a low profile, so I didn’t take them out earlier," Zi Ji explained. "I was worried Senior Brother would think that eighth-rank Spirit Pills are too low-grade."

I’ll be damned! Zhang RuoLing nearly spat blood. An eighth-rank Spirit Pill is considered low-grade? Were you sent by the heavens to humiliate me? Even the scholar, the Fairy, and Bai Yisheng might not necessarily have such items! Ordinary new Disciples can only hope to acquire third to fifth-rank Spirit Pills at most... And you call eighth-rank low-grade?

The scene fell silent. Everyone’s mouth was agape, unable to find words to describe their shock. A single thought echoed in their minds: Unbelievably extravagant!

The group of disciples from the Fifth Academy looked at Zi Ji’s figure, now imbued with a sense of mystery. She was surrounded by bursts of Divine Brilliance, as if a goddess stood before them. Too sacred! No, too damn awesome!Little Junior Sister’s identity and background must be terrifying! Perhaps she’s from some formidable great family, or maybe her father is a Saint Realm powerhouse. And she, with nothing better to do, came out for leisure, accidentally wandering into the Fifth Academy to become a new Disciple. Thinking of this, the disciples of the Fifth Academy were exhilarated, as if invigorated by a shot of adrenaline, internally screaming, This is our Little Junior Sister! She’s ours!

Yan Bei was moved but still chose to refuse. He knew that favors were debts that needed to be repaid. What Little Junior Sister has is hers. She’s willing to help me, but I absolutely cannot take advantage of her kindness...

"Enough!" Zhang RuoLing could not watch anymore, his expression ugly. "Are you two putting on a play here with Emperor Weapons and Spirit Pills?" He snorted coldly. "Are you going to fight or not?"

Yan Bei smiled. With Little Junior Sister’s Emperor Weapon and Spirit Pill, he could almost bridge the cultivation gap between himself and Zhang RuoLing. If he handled this properly, he might even be able to defeat him.

"Are you in a hurry?" Yan Bei asked, narrowing his eyes, a smile playing on his lips.

Zhang RuoLing was silent. How could I not be in a hurry? I’m a cultivator in the late stage of the King Tao realm, fighting someone in the early stage! This should be a match I’m a hundred percent certain to win. But because of this little girl, with her Emperor Weapons and Spirit Pills, the gap between us has practically vanished! Zhang RuoLing was incredibly irritated, mainly because he did not possess any of these things.

Yan Bei turned to Zi Ji. "Little Junior Sister, please step back for now. After your Senior Brother defeats him, I’ll come and chat with you."

Zi Ji paused, unmoving, as if hesitating about something.

"What? Do you want to fight in his stead?" Zhang RuoLing’s tone was icy. I wish I could slay this little girl with a single strike...

"No!" Zi Ji spoke up. "I just feel that Senior Brother Yan Bei might not be able to defeat you."

Huh? Yan Bei’s expression darkened. You really are my ’good’ Junior Sister. Instead of supporting your own Senior Brother, you’re demoralizing me.

Hearing this, Zhang RuoLing smiled. "No need to ’feel.’ He simply cannot beat me." The gap between the early and late stages of the King Tao realm spanned several minor cultivation levels; it was a colossal gorge. Unless one was an extraordinary genius, no one could easily overcome it.

Oh? Is that so? Zi Ji pondered for a moment, then suddenly stepped forward. From who knows where, she took out a piece of armor and placed it in Yan Bei’s hands, saying seriously, "Senior Brother, this armor can block any attack below the Lord realm. Once you wear it, he probably won’t be able to defeat you."

Everyone was dumbfounded. Zhang RuoLing was utterly flustered on the spot, and Yan Bei was also stunned.

Just then, a voice came from outside the crowd, "Make way, please!"

Liu Changqing and Alan hurried over. From a distance, they saw many people gathered and squeezed their way through the crowd. It took them several minutes to reach the front of the inn, where they saw Zi Ji...