The villain's pet apprentice sister is not to be trifled with

"That's the Jade Water Pearl." Si Qingyu shrugged. "I was just a child at the time. Apart from the Jade Water Pearl, I had no other value."

Ying Tianxing shook his head. "I have a vague impression of the Jade Water Pearl, but I heard that this pearl is just a magical tool that can be used to set up a rain formation and bury it in the soil to water spiritual plants. If this Jade Water Pearl is really a rare treasure, it is worth the fuss..."

Ying Tianxing didn't finish his words, but Si Qingyu understood.

Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.

If the Jade Water Pearl was a magical treasure, then how could an orphan like her, whose family was destroyed, grow up safely?

However, Zhong Li Shang insisted on giving his green water beads to the original heroine, which forced her to think more deeply. Perhaps Zhong Li Shang did know something that others did not know.

Si Qingyu had not been reading in vain in the library these days, for she already knew what a cultivator's golden elixir was like.

From the foundation-building stage to the golden elixir stage, one must undergo thirty-six heavenly thunder temperings. Only after passing through them can one form an elixir, maintain one's youthful appearance, and live to over five hundred years old.

Therefore, the Jindan stage is the beginning of one's true step into the immortal path. Unless one has the opportunity, understanding, and excellent natural talent, it will not be possible.

The Jade Water Bead can allow a cultivator with damaged spiritual veins to possess powerful Golden Core cultivation as he grows older without any training, so this bead must be able to do more than just water spiritual plants.

Perhaps, others had doubts as well, but Dingkun Sect was one of the six major sects, and Zhong Li Shang's strength could not be underestimated, so everyone only speculated privately and did not dare to really question him face to face.

Ying Tianxing was worried, "Junior Sister, are you worried about this? Are you very sad? You are just at the stage of building your foundation. Even if you have any ideas, you can't act rashly, understand? I have been worried about this just now. Oh~"

Si Qingyu smiled faintly and said crisply, "Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother. I am not depressed, nor am I very sad. It is even more impossible for me to run away and die before I grow up.

The reason I want to ask is to avoid risks in advance. There is a long way to go, so let's take it one step at a time~"

Ying Tianxing looked at Si Qingyu who was still packing up, and was relieved to see that she really had no emotional fluctuations.

He found that his junior sister was much more mature and stable than he had imagined. He had this feeling from the first time he met her.

She would act like a spoiled brat, but that was only when her opponent was completely helpless. In the secret realm, she was more cautious and careful, taking every step carefully.

Ying Tianxing had a premonition that even though she was only fifteen years old and the youngest in Qingjing Peak, she still had to be the head of this family.

……

After breakfast the next morning, Si Qingyu couldn't wait to drag his fourth senior brother Qian Ren to go to the warehouse of Renxin Sect.

When they arrived at that place, Si Qingyu and Qian Ren were dumbfounded.

The so-called warehouse does occupy a large area, but the surrounding area is so desolate that the grass is taller than a person.

There were layers of spider webs under the eaves, and the window paper was torn in several places.

Si Qingyu looked inside through the hole in the window. Everything he saw was dusty and things were piled up in a very random manner, like a warehouse for storing scrap metal.

Si Qingyu comforted Qian Ren who came with great expectations, "It's okay, Fourth Brother, even if it's just scrap copper and rotten iron, we can pick up more and refine the rare metals inside. I think we can sell it for some money to supplement the family income."

Qian Ren didn't care and rubbed his hands, "Don't ask where the spiritual weapon came from. Little Junior Sister, I can feel that there are good things in this room."

Si Qingyu took out the rusty key to open the door, but the lock was also rusty and the key could not be inserted at all.

Seeing this, Qianren reached out and tried hard to break the lock, breaking it and the door handle fell off.

The door creaked open with a sound that indicated age and disrepair, and was accompanied by the sound of years of accumulated dust falling down.

Si Qingyu and Qian Ren were choked and coughed. They waved their hands to clear the dust and walked in.

It can be seen that this house was once very simple and elegant, exactly the same as the overall style of Renxin Sect.

There were several piles of "junk" scattered around the room, like small mountains, and Si Qingyu had no idea what to do for a moment.

Qianren, who has always been introverted, let out an "ah" when he saw these things in Curry, and walked in with shining eyes.

Qian Ren carefully picked up a dusty lamp, then blew away the dust vigorously, coughing and wondering, "This, this is... the Yin-Yang Reversal Resurrection Lamp?"

"Oh my god, the Nine Revolutions Universe Mirror that disappeared long ago!?"

"Wow, is this the legendary Axe of Creation?"

Qianren picked up another piece of hemp rope and made a seal on it. The hemp rope suddenly moved, floating in the room, and dust was everywhere.

Qian Ren sighed with emotion, "Is this the Immortal Binding Rope? Oh my god, the Renxin Sect is simply wasting nature's resources! Do they know how many magical instruments they have abused?"

"Is this the Golden Snake Staff? The Five-Colored Stone? There are so many treasures. Am I dreaming? Junior Sister? Pinch me! Ahahahahaha..."

Qianren was as happy as a fool, hugging this, holding that, looking again and again, and laughing non-stop.

Si Qingyu: “…”

Si Qingyu had no doubt about Qianren's ability to appraise treasures, but why did the Renxin Sect leave these rare magical instruments here to gather dust?

So, their Renxin Sect has become so wealthy that she can’t even imagine it?

Then she doesn't want to work hard anymore, she just wants to spread it out and become a rich second generation.

While Qianren was constantly exploring and discovering, Si Qingyu figured it out. For the medical practitioners of Renxin Sect, spiritual plants, elixirs, elixir furnaces, and silver needles of various thicknesses and lengths were the magic weapons.

After other types of magic weapons and spiritual tools were handed over to the Renxin Sect as medical fees, these weapons were not useful to the medical practitioners, so they were no different from scrap metal and were simply piled up here.

The older generation was reluctant to throw them away and planned to leave them to their descendants. However, their descendants are all practicing medicine, refining medicine and farming, so they have no need for these things, so heirlooms become very embarrassing things.

Before Hua Wuying, no medical practitioner from a good family would go so far as to rebel and accept so many disciples who were not even in the field of medicine and poison.

Bai Wuchang said that if they saw anything they could use, they should just take it away.

With the sect leader's words, Si Qingyu didn't hesitate and she and Qian Ren took out her newly bought storage bag and packed various things.

They both had happy expressions and their hands moved very quickly, just like the aunties frantically buying discounted eggs in the supermarket.

It's such a bargain for them!

Si Qingyu still remembered the original purpose of her trip. Bai Wuchang said that there seemed to be a pen that could draw talismans in the warehouse.

However, she had been searching for a long time, and the warehouse was almost emptied by her and Qian Ren, and Si Qingyu didn't even look at the pen.

Si Qingyu felt a little regretful. He indeed had a lot of spiritual treasures, but he hadn't found a pen that could be used to draw talismans and set up formations.

Qian Ren looked at the empty warehouse, feeling a little guilty. But when he saw his junior sister picking up bricks and digging holes everywhere, unwilling to let go of any opportunity, the last bit of guilt disappeared.

The two men lowered their heads, busy in the warehouse, and neither of them noticed that a pillar on the beam flashed faintly with purple lightning.