Quick Wear: I Fulfill the Wish of Cannon Fodder

There was a barrier outside Lingfeng that had been set up by Ouyang Qing before, but Su Lan didn't want to confront Ouyang Qing directly, so he didn't use his sword to break it, but instead used the system space to jump in.

Su Lan went to Nangong Yan's room first, and the heroine was counting the treasures she had just obtained, her eyes smiling into slits, "Sure enough, these treasures are only owned by wealthy families."

Su Lan raised a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth, and a stream of spiritual power hit Nangong Yan's body through the window, and she slowly fell down. Su Lan walked in slowly, waved his hand, and collected all the magic weapons, elixirs and other good things into the space.

Just as he was about to leave, a sword energy attacked Su Lan. Su Lan dodged it with a backflip and quickly took out a mask from the space and put it on.

At this moment, a figure walked in from outside. This person was Ouyang Qing. He was holding a sword in his right hand, looking at the person in front of him with indifference, and said coldly: "Where did you come from, you thief? How dare you bully my disciple!"

As he spoke, he hurried forward to pick up Nangong Yan and carefully examined her. After confirming that she had no external injuries, he felt a little relieved. However, just as he was distracted, Su Lan's right hand quietly folded behind her back and instantly condensed into a sharp ice sword, striking Ouyang Qing with lightning speed.

Ouyang Qing was startled and had no choice but to put down his disciple and pick up his sword to meet the enemy. The two fought back and forth, and the fight was difficult to resolve. However, as time passed, Ouyang Qing became more and more shocked because he discovered that the mysterious masked man opposite him was also a powerful cultivator in the Creation Realm.

Impossible! I'm the strongest being in this world! Thinking of this, Ouyang Qing's eyes flashed with determination, and he instantly unleashed all his potential. He sheathed his immortal sword and instead unleashed a barrage of blazing fireballs, raining down on Su Lan.

Seeing this, Su Lan swung the ice sword in his hand tightly, rebounding all the fireballs. These fireballs landed in the room, instantly causing a raging fire, and the fire spread rapidly.

Su Lan sighed softly, picked up Nangong Yan, and flew out of the room, arriving in an open area. Ouyang Qing followed closely behind, not caring at all about the room being engulfed in flames.

"Put down my disciple, otherwise you won't be able to leave alive!" Ouyang Qing threatened viciously.

Su Lan threw the person to the ground casually, and then patted the non-existent dust on his hands.

Then, she deliberately adjusted her voice, imitating Jin Ling's arrogant tone and intonation, and said, "Oh, man, you dare to threaten me? Do you know what kind of existence I am?"

Although Su Lan was only eleven or twelve years old at this time, she was dressed in black, so it was difficult to see any female characteristics on her. Coupled with her unique youthful voice, she did have the air of a hermit.

Although Ouyang Qing still had some doubts, the sight before him made him believe it a bit. True to his arrogant nature, he began to wonder if Su Lan was some old monster, disguised as a young boy, or perhaps a powerful spirit beast transformed into a human. Regardless, he didn't want to confront Su Lan head-on, as that would only result in mutual destruction.

Ouyang Qing gave a hypocritical salute and said humbly, "I wonder how our Changsheng Hall has offended you, Senior? I apologize to you here. Please be kind and release my unworthy disciple!"

Su Lan sneered inwardly. She could tell at a glance that Ouyang Qing, while superficially respectful to her, actually harbored ulterior motives. Perhaps he was just waiting for her to turn and leave, ready to deliver a fatal blow! Humph, if that was the case, don't blame her for being rude. Today, she had to make this man bleed!

Su Lan, feigning generosity, waved her hand and said, "Sure, sure!" She then signaled Ouyang Qing to take his disciple with him. Ouyang Qing cautiously approached, and just as he was about to pick her up, Su Lan suddenly attacked. She quickly retrieved a talisman from her space and, with spiritual energy, injected it into Ouyang Qing's body.

At that moment, before Ouyang Qing could draw his sword, he was already frozen in place, unable to move at all.

Su Lan's face, hidden behind the mask, revealed a smug smile. In a flash, she was beside Ouyang Qing. She then pulled out the mace from her space and mercilessly hammered at Ouyang Qing, one blow after another.

Ouyang Qing was a person who attached great importance to face and dignity. No matter how much pain his body endured, he always gritted his teeth and did not make a sound.

When Su Lan's hands ached from beating him, she finally stopped and put away her mace. Then, she stomped twice on the unconscious male protagonist lying on the ground, and then, following the map retrieved by the system, she rushed towards Ling Feng's treasure house.

A spiritual lock was set up at the entrance of the treasury. Su Lan, with her cultivation in the Creation Realm, easily broke the lock with a wave of her hand. The treasury contained the wealth accumulated by Ouyang Qing over the past eighty years. Since he had not previously accepted any disciples, the number of magic weapons and elixirs was quite considerable.

Su Lan showed a satisfied smile and put these treasures into the space without hesitation, intending to sort them carefully after returning.

With three hours remaining until dawn, she had plenty of time. So, Su Lan decided to head to the Changsheng Palace's spiritual plant garden again. With her current level of cultivation at the Creation Realm, she easily entered the garden, as if entering an uninhabited area. She then transferred all the spiritual plants to the grassy area within her personal space.

Su Lan said to Jin Ling, "Ah Ling, go in and plant the spiritual plants!" Jin Ling, though somewhat reluctant, cursed as he entered his personal space. As soon as he entered, he saw spiritual plants scattered all over the ground, their roots and soil intact. This frightened him so much that even his sword spirit could barely hold on.

Meanwhile, Su Lan had just returned to the inn when a system notification suddenly rang in her mind: "Congratulations, host, the hero's aura has dropped to 80%. Please keep up the good work." Hearing this news, Su Lan was delighted. She hadn't expected the hero's aura to drop so quickly. So, she quickly opened the system panel to check the situation.

As she observed more closely, she was surprised to find that Ouyang Qing's already unstable Fate Realm had actually regressed due to her attack. She was speechless, wondering how this person had become the foremost in the Immortal Sect. Just being defeated once had given rise to such a demonic state. Such a state of mind was truly too fragile.

Su Lan did not rest either. After adjusting his cultivation, he entered the portable space, carefully selected the elixir suitable for the original owner, used his spiritual power to grind it, and then passed the power contained in it to the original owner.

As the elixir decreased, the original owner's soul was greatly repaired and became more complete. She bowed to Su Lan gratefully to express her gratitude. At the same time, she also took the initiative to participate in the work of planting spiritual plants, hoping to do her best to repay Su Lan's kindness.

Su Lan agreed, and just like that, the swordsman, the man, and the ghost began to plant spiritual plants until dawn.

Dugu Yan found that she had slept soundly all night. She cursed herself and then used her spiritual sense to check on her junior sister in the next room. She felt relieved when she learned that she was still sleeping.