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An old man walked out from the sealed cave dwelling, his hair and beard both gray.
Having practiced artifact refinement for hundreds of years, he had even tempered his own body to resemble a magic weapon, radiating a bronze glow that ordinary people did not dare to look at directly.
Xiao Menglan was naturally unaffected, her expression unchanged.
“Peak Lord Qiu, it has been a long time. I came here today precisely to ask you for some artifacts.”
This old man was naturally the master of the Artifact Peak, named Qiu Qiandao.
His skills in artifact refining were unparalleled.
Most of the magic tools in the hands of Golden Core cultivators within the sect came from him.
Moreover, Qiu Qiandao held high seniority.
Even before the previous Sect Master of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect passed on the position, he was already the master of the Artifact Peak.
“With business, I’m Peak Lord Qiu. Without business, I’m Old Qiu. You and your Sect Master senior sister are both the same, tsk.”
When Qiu Qiandao heard her purpose, he immediately blew his beard and glared in anger.
“I’ll say it in advance. The magic tool I made a few days ago was commissioned. Even if the Sect Master herself came to ask, I wouldn’t give it!”
“So Peak Lord Qiu forged a magic tool recently. Though I’d love to take a look, I came here today only for the sake of my newly accepted disciple.”
“New disciple? You would actually take in a disciple?” Qiu Qiandao said in surprise.
“Wasn’t it said that the Talisman Peak was lacking in talent? How come a disciple suddenly appeared?”
Xiao Menglan’s willow brows rose slightly, her tone displeased.
“Regarding this matter, Peak Lord Qiu should not ask too much. After some time, there will be an apprenticeship ceremony, and you will be invited to drink.”
“Heh, fine, I won’t ask. Anyway, the Sect Master must be more anxious than I am. Since you mentioned wine, by then you must persuade the Sect Master to bring out some of her treasured bottles from the cellar.”
At the mention of wine, Qiu Qiandao’s eyes lit up.
That look of a drunkard was somewhat similar to Sect Master Qin Ximo.
Xiao Menglan nodded.
“Of course.”
Having received her assurance, Qiu Qiandao’s face brightened with joy, the earlier gloom swept away.
“What cultivation does your new disciple have?”
“She just broke through to the eighth level of Qi Refining recently.”
“What kind of artifacts does she need? I have countless tools for the Qi Refining stage here. They’re mostly practice works made by those useless disciples of mine.”
“A storage pouch with larger capacity, a magic robe, and some protective artifacts.”
Xiao Menglan paused, then added.
“And preferably a fine talisman brush.”
Qiu Qiandao laughed.
“Are you raising a disciple or raising a child?”
Xiao Menglan calmly replied.
“Peak Lord Qiu. Wine.”
“Alright, alright, I won’t ask more.”
Qiu Qiandao walked back reluctantly to his cave dwelling.
After a short while, he returned carrying a storage pouch in one hand and handed it to Xiao Menglan.
Xiao Menglan opened the pouch, extended her spiritual sense inside, and soon revealed a satisfied expression.
Since she had taken his items, Xiao Menglan could not leave without giving something in return, even if they were from the same sect.
She waved her hand, and several talisman slips appeared between her fingers.
Judging by the runes drawn on them, they were clearly no ordinary goods—likely third-rank talismans.
Qiu Qiandao’s eyes were sharp.
Though he did not specialize in talismans, he had used them before.
As a fellow Golden Core cultivator, he could faintly sense the terrifying power sealed within those thin slips.
“Peak Lord Xiao, this gift is far too heavy.”
Though hundreds of years old and thick-skinned from a lifetime of refining, he still reached out with a grin to collect them.
“How could I accept this? These are just minor things for the Qi Refining stage, all made by my useless disciples.
How about this—when your good disciple forms her Foundation, I’ll personally visit and refine a fine flying sword as a congratulatory gift. How about that?”
Xiao Menglan saw him tuck the talismans into his pouch and spoke no further.
“In that case, I must thank Peak Lord Qiu on behalf of my disciple.”
“No thanks, no thanks, we are of the same sect!” Qiu Qiandao chuckled.
“It isn’t easy for you to accept a personal disciple. Such a gift is nothing.”
“My purpose here has been achieved, so I will take my leave.”
“Leaving already? Won’t you stay for tea?” Qiu Qiandao made a half-hearted attempt to keep her.
“No.” Xiao Menglan summoned her flying sword.
“Besides, the tea at Peak Lord Qiu’s place could probably be used for firewood.”
With that, Xiao Menglan stepped onto her sword and disappeared into the sky.
Qiu Qiandao stared after her vanishing figure, then pulled out the talismans he had just received.
The more he looked at them, the more he liked them.
To trade a few trivial artifacts for such treasures—he had truly profited greatly!
“Come to think of it, that brat Lu Jiansheng still hasn’t taken a disciple.
One of these days, I should go stir things up at his place.
Who knows, I might even get another set of top-grade formations.
Hahaha!”
Qiu Qiandao’s mind spun, and he suddenly felt he had discovered a path to fortune.
He was overjoyed.
…
Xiao Menglan returned to the Moon Invitation Palace and immediately went to find Cao Xueyan.
The girl was in the middle of drawing talismans.
Xiao Menglan glanced at the talisman paper.
The strokes were bold and vigorous, and the spiritual power infused within was rich.
“In just one day, you’ve already improved somewhat.”
Xiao Menglan quietly stood behind Cao Xueyan, waiting until she finished before speaking.
Cao Xueyan turned around in surprise and delight.
“Master, why are you back so early?”
“Today I was busy with peak affairs. Just now, I went to someone else to obtain some things for you.”
Xiao Menglan took out the storage pouch, a brocade bag of elegant appearance, pleasantly heavy in the hand—far superior to the shabby pouch Cao Xueyan had been using.
Cao Xueyan accepted it eagerly, liking it more the longer she looked, and immediately tried to attach it to her waist.
“Check what’s inside first.”
Xiao Menglan smiled.
“They were all prepared specially for you.”
Cao Xueyan opened it and first pulled out a magic robe.
Though plain in appearance, it could be worn as an inner garment.
“This robe, like the hairpin on your head, can protect its owner on its own.
It is resistant to heat and cold, impervious to water and fire.
You can wear it beneath your clothes.”
“There’s also this mirror.
Keep it in your bosom, and it could save your life.”
“See this belt?
In danger, throw it out—it can bind your enemy and buy you time to escape.”
“And this talisman brush—I checked it.
The shaft is made of fine spiritual bamboo, the tip from the fur of a high-grade beast.
Its rank is not too high, but it is just right for you.”
Xiao Menglan introduced each item with enthusiasm.
The more Cao Xueyan listened, the more her heart stirred.
She raised her head, meeting Xiao Menglan’s shining gaze, which seemed to await her response.
Cao Xueyan blushed.
“Master treats me so well.
For the time being, I fear I have no way to repay you.”
“You are mistaken.”
Xiao Menglan pretended to be serious, helping her disciple store the items one by one.
But soon, her hands began to grow restless.
Cao Xueyan knew what was about to happen, so she did not resist.
Xiao Menglan knew what was about to happen, so she only intensified her actions.
Late into the night, the candles in Xiao Menglan’s room still burned.
After long entanglement, the two figures parted.
Cao Xueyan, exhausted, leaned weakly against her master’s ear and whispered.
“Master, lately I wish to descend the mountain for training.”
Xiao Menglan fondly stroked her head.
“Once you have mastered the Ice Soul Silver Needles, I will personally accompany you.”
“Master doesn’t ask me why?”
“I’ve seen your heavy heart, and guessed it must be related.
Since that is the case, what harm is there in accompanying you?”
Cao Xueyan’s heart was struck by those words.
Overcome with shyness, she buried her face in her master’s embrace.
Xiao Menglan rolled over and pressed her down again, once more proposing that they cultivate together.
Naturally, Cao Xueyan did not refuse.
She loved cultivating.
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