Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

When Jiang Tingwan and his fox came out, a bunch of people ran past them in a hurry, including some people dressed as monks. Their expressions looked like they were going to pick up money, and if they ran slowly, there would be no money left.

"What good thing happened?" Jiang Tingwan asked while hugging the fox.

Now that Sui Jiu's true form has been revealed and he can no longer enter the sea of ​​consciousness, Jiang Tingwan can only carry him all the way.

Feeling that there might be a bargain to be picked up, Jiang Tingwan also became interested and his feet instantly gained strength.

When we arrived at the lobby, other people had already arrived.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Jiang Tingwan could only walk over and ask.

Seeing Wen Bumian again, thinking about what happened last night, Jiang Tingwan didn't know what to think, but just subconsciously avoided his gaze.

Jiang Tingwan's suspicious fox also attracted everyone's attention.

"Uncle-master, what is this fox?" Lin Shuyu asked first.

"Ha. I picked it up on the roadside and raised it for fun." Jiang Tingwan could only make up an excuse casually.

Then he diverted attention and asked, "What's going on outside? Why are everyone running outside?"

"Last night, two monks were promoted at a wonton stand on the street. Now the city is saying that anyone who eats four bowls of wontons from that stall will be able to attain enlightenment and become a powerful being. People are lining up now!"

Lin Shuyu has always been good at getting information in a timely manner. In just two sentences, he explained the cause and effect of this crazy scene.

Upon hearing this, the four people who knew the inside story looked at each other. Only Meng Ziyuan had a look of disdain on his face. "If eating a few bowls of wontons can lead to enlightenment and ascension, if the way of cultivation is really that simple, then why has no one been able to ascend for tens of thousands of years? These people believe such rumors. Are they mentally ill?"

When Jiang Tingwan saw Meng Ziyuan's expression, he knew that he didn't know that the two protagonists of this story were just two yes-men following behind him. Even if he heard it, he probably wouldn't believe it.

Mo Shaoyu and Mo Shaoyang looked at each other and said nothing, trying to avoid unnecessary trouble for themselves.

Lin Shuyu retorted, "Brother Meng, what you said is wrong. There is no difference in the depth of cultivation and enlightenment. Many predecessors have realized the truth over a bowl of tea or a withering flower leaf. Four bowls of wontons may also bring another world."

Well, well, this story is going to spread. I wonder if the boss will give me a discount after his business becomes popular. After all, it is also her credit.

Meng Ziyuan and Lin Shuyu were still arguing about this matter. Jiang Tingwan felt sorry after thinking about the bowl of wontons last night. So he took two small steps towards Mu Yunzhong beside him and asked in a low voice: "Disciple, Master wants to ask you a question?"

Mu Yun finally listened attentively, and replied in a voice that only Jiang Tingwan could hear: "Master, please ask."

“Are the wontons delicious?”

Mu Yunzhong's expression paused slightly. He didn't expect that she was thinking about this.

Jiang Tingwan still said seriously, "I was too sleepy last night and didn't eat it. If this is a bit delicious, now that it's popular, the supply can't meet the demand and the price has increased, then we will lose a lot."

Mu Yun finally thought about it and said with a smile, "In fact, I didn't eat last night either."

So that's it! That's fine too. At least I don't feel like I'm losing out. Jiang Tingwan convinced himself.

“But if Master wants to eat it, I can cook it for you.” He said lightly as he looked at the people who were constantly walking out.

Jiang Tingwan looked at him in surprise, "You can do this, too?"

"I didn't know how to do it at first, but after taking a look at it last night, I think I can do it now." He seemed to say this with great confidence.

The two people just looked at the people coming and going in the lobby, talking about completely irrelevant things.

Jiang Tingwan looked at his good disciple with both emotion and admiration. It is said that people are naturally intelligent. Smart people can make a name for themselves no matter what they do.

Otherwise, he could take Mu Yunzhong and open a shop at the foot of the mountain. With his cooking skills, he could ensure that the shop would always have customers.

At that moment, Jiang Tingwan seemed to have thought very far, but not far enough.

"May I ask, are you disciples of the Sanyuan Sect?"

As they were talking, a group of people suddenly came from one side of the lobby.

When everyone heard the voice, they looked and saw that the person who was speaking was a middle-aged man with some white hair on his beard and temples.

"We are, who are you?"

Seeing that someone finally recognized their identities and knew the name of Sanyuan Sect, Meng Ziyuan looked at the man directly. He finally met someone with insight.

The bearded man smiled and looked at Jiang Tingwan and the others, as if he was looking for the person in the group whose words were effective. His eyes also fell on Wen Bumian who was sitting there.

In this world, most sects pursue the art of maintaining youth, so that even if one is over a hundred years old, one still looks like one in their youth.

Therefore, if we judge from age and appearance, only Wen Bumian looks like an elder.

The man replied to Wen Bumian, "This must be the second elder of the Sanyuan Sect. I am Situ Hongyi, the weapon refining elder of the Xuantian Pavilion. I saw two people from your sect subduing the red-feathered golden-eyed bird on the street yesterday, so I came here specifically to look for them."

There are three elders in Sanyuan Sect, and Xing Mingzi is the only male, so Situ Hongyi thought it was him.

"Looking for us?" Wen Bumian looked at the person in front of him in surprise, "Sir, you have recognized the wrong person. I am just traveling with a friend from Sanyuan Sect, not Elder Xingmingzi."

Seeing that he had recognized the wrong person, Situ Hongyi looked slightly embarrassed, and had to ask Meng Ziyuan, who had spoken to him earlier, "I am shortsighted. I wonder if the elder of your sect is here?"

Meng Ziyuan didn't answer, but Mo Shaoyang behind him spoke first, "This is our third uncle."

After hearing this, Situ Hongyi noticed Jiang Tingwan standing beside him, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "Is this Elder Jiang?"

He doesn't look like the hot-tempered and untouchable person as rumored.

Jiang Tingwan was also a little surprised when he was called out. He had just followed along, and the one who was really in charge was Cang Shuzi. Now that he was gone, he could no longer be at ease as a useless person.

As far as I can remember, Xuantian Pavilion is the only sect in the world that specializes in casting weapons and refining medicine. Although they are not good at fighting, most of the magical weapons in the hands of the sect's monks are made by them.

Although they did not participate in every trial conference, they became famous at this time.

Because every time at this time, people from Xuantian Pavilion would appear in the Qinghuai City area to sell their spiritual weapons and magical treasures. As long as someone could use their spiritual weapons to become famous at the trial conference, the weapon refiners who forged these magical weapons would also become famous.

A famous weapon refiner will not only see his value increase, but will also be able to obtain better quality materials because of trust, thus refining better quality weapons.

Jiang Tingwan glanced at the weapon refining elder who was speaking in front of her. Although she had no impression of him in the original plot, he was obviously not an ordinary disciple. Now he came to her specially, probably to discuss something important with her. She didn't know if she could handle it.

"I wonder what Elder Situ wants to talk to our Sanyuan Sect about?" Although Jiang Tingwan was unsure, he still responded with a polite smile.

Seeing that she was just smiling awkwardly and had no intention of inviting him to sit down, Situ Hongyi looked slightly displeased. It was a handsome disciple behind him who came forward and moved the bench aside.

At this moment, Jiang Tingwan was searching for information about Xuantian Pavilion in his mind and did not notice Situ Hongyi's expression.

In the original plot, Mu Qingge and her group only stayed in Cangnan City for one day after coming out of Pingxia City. They did not encounter the giant red bird that day, and naturally they did not encounter Cangyu Sect and Xuantian Pavilion. Therefore, the current plot is completely outside of her novel.

Now that these people have come to the door to interact, I don’t know if there is any new plot or setting developed in Cangnan City.

Now that Cang Shuzi and Mu Qingge are not here, I just hope that there won’t be any changes like what happened in Pingxia City.

Jiang Tingwan prayed in her heart. More importantly, Luo Xingnan, who had disappeared for too long, had become her biggest concern.