Carrying the identifier from the interstellar to the world of immortal cultivation

The twelve magical instruments are not all of the same type. There are long swords, short swords, scimitars, double swords, hammers, long sticks, gold rings, and even a pearl hairpin. Each type of magical instrument has its own characteristics in terms of the materials used and the refining methods.

As for how to choose, in order to avoid conflicts caused by everyone liking the same magic weapon at the same time, Zhang Shulin came up with a simple and primitive method: drawing lots.

They drew lots using their spiritual consciousness. There were twelve lots in the lot box, with twelve numbers written on them. Each number represented a magical weapon. Of course, the twelve monks did not know what magical weapon each number represented.

The lots are drawn from low to high according to the level of cultivation. Only when everyone has drawn the lot, will the Deacon Hall announce which magic weapon each number represents.

"Do you have any objection to this method?" asked Zhang Shulin.

Naturally, everyone had no objection.

Sui'an is at the fifth level of Qi Refining. Among the twelve people, there is only one male cultivator, Yu Chuanlin, who has the same cultivation level as Sui'an, both at the fifth level of Qi Refining. However, Yu Chuanlin is twenty-six years old this year, older than Sui'an. According to the rules, if the cultivation level is the same, the younger one draws first, so Sui'an is the first person to draw the lot.

"Number eight!" Wu Xian reported the number.

"Number three!"

"tenth!"

"Number six!"

……

After everyone had drawn their lots, Zhang Shulin formed seals with his hands, and the twelve lots transformed into rays of spiritual light and were injected into the twelve magical instruments.

"Xiao An'an, your magic weapon is that pearl hairpin!" The sharp-eyed Sui Dong had already found the magic weapon that Sui An had drawn.

Sui An didn’t know the functions and effects of each magic weapon, so no matter which one she drew, she thought it was good.

But others didn't think so, especially the two male cultivators. When they saw that the hairpin with a green body and a emerald green bead on the head was taken away by Sui An, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Luckily, I drew the Spirit Sword!"

"I got the scimitar, I was lucky, but I didn't get the hairpin!"

"Exactly. That pearl hairpin is beautiful, but based on my experience, beautiful magical instruments are generally not practical."

"Improper use is one thing, but what kind of male cultivator would use a pearl hairpin as a magical tool? When fighting, don't try to amuse your opponent to death before you kill him!"

The two male cultivators were rejoicing while telling self-righteous jokes.

"Ignore them!" Su Mengjue frowned.

"Judging people by their appearance is not advisable, and judging magical weapons by their appearance is equally foolish!" Shu Yeyu said coldly.

The two male cultivators looked at each other and then looked directly at Song Chunchi. As soon as they called out "Senior Brother Song", they were given a cold look back by Song Chunchi.

Next, the Deacon Hall distributed spirit stones, elixirs and talismans to them.

During the twenty-three days, Yu Sui'an could only use the magic weapon called "Biwei Xingshuang Hairpin" relatively skillfully, but she felt that it was still a long way from what Deacon Zhang said, "using it as easily as using one's own arm."

However, when she stood on the back of the crane, she felt that she was much more confident than the first time.

This time, the crane is even bigger than "Dabai" and can carry four people at a time.

The twelve people were divided into three groups, which was consistent with the requirements of the Deacon Hall when issuing the task. Everyone would naturally think that the four people riding on the same spiritual crane would automatically become a group after entering the Wanmang Forest.

Of course, as the captain of this mission, Song Chunchi also agreed with everyone's idea. After all, when familiar people team up together, the cooperation will be much better.

Shu Yeyu, Sui An and Su Mengjue boarded the same spiritual crane, but one person was still missing.

None of the three called anyone else. Sui An didn't know who to call. After all, apart from Song Chunchi and the Gu sisters, she didn't know anyone else. Song Chunchi was the captain and should have made his own arrangements.

As for the two sisters Gu Xifeng and Gu Xiyue, ever since Sui An learned from the Deacon Hall that if one was recommended to participate in this mission, the recommender could collect the magic tools and supplies on behalf of the other, she began to guess the purpose of the two sisters Gu Xifeng and Gu Xiyue in inviting her to join the mission team.

She has never been a pushover. From then on, when she saw the two of them, she would have no other expression except a cold face. Of course, she couldn't do anything else for the time being. After all, this was allowed by the Deacon's Hall. The original intention of the Deacon's Hall was to make the disciples familiar with each other and cooperate more tacitly. The Gu sisters believed that with their strength, one less person and one more supply, the mission would be completed more perfectly.

"Your face is already quite cold," Sui Dong once complained.

Sui An felt that Sui Dong always liked to exaggerate when he spoke.

"Junior Sister Shu, Junior Sister Sui, Junior Sister Su, I'd like to join you. Do you agree?"

Song Chunchi walked straight over.

"Welcome, Senior Brother Song!"

"Very much agree!"

"agree!"

The three voices came from Su Mengjue, Sui An and Shu Yeyu from first to last.

Song Chunchi smiled slightly and bowed to the three of them, "In that case, please take good care of me, my three junior sisters!"

"No, no!" Sui An immediately greeted politely.

After she finished speaking, she realized that her own voice was the only one she could hear. She immediately looked at her two friends. One of them laughed out loud, as if her funny spot was hit, while the other looked at her in surprise, as if she didn't know her.

Even Song Chunchi couldn't help laughing out loud.

"What are they laughing at?" Sui An was a little confused.

"I'm laughing at you!" Sui Dong replied in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Why are you laughing at me? What's there about me that's worth laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at you. You appear to be a cold and frosty fairy, but you speak like a smooth-talking old man!"

Sui'an: ...

She can accept the little fairy, but what the hell is the old fox?

Wanmanglin, whose full name should be Wanmang Cangxue Mountains, is the largest north-south mountain range in Yunchuan.

The Jinling Sect is located in the northeast of the Yunchuan Continent, far away from the main peak of the Wanmang Mountains. Even if you ride a spiritual crane, it will take a month to fly there.

However, this time they were not going to the main peak of the Wanmang Mountains, but a branch of the Wanmang Cangxue Mountains, which could be reached by the spiritual crane in just four days.

Of course, they didn't travel day and night for these four days. Even if these cultivators could hold on by swallowing the fasting pills, the spiritual cranes also needed to eat and rest.

So they stopped to rest for two nights. On the first night, they slept in the wilderness. Most people still relied on swallowing fasting pills to replenish their energy. Only Sui An and his team had Su Mengjue, a magical chef. Her storage bag was like a small kitchen. It contained not only various cooking utensils, but also ingredients. Even though they were alone in the wilderness, she managed to prepare two dishes and a soup.

Because most of the ingredients were locally sourced and edible spiritual plants were collected, at the insistence of the other three people, Su Mengjue charged each of them five scattered beads for the meal.

One spirit stone can be exchanged for ten loose beads, and five loose beads can be used to buy a delicious spiritual meal. This money is well spent.

This also made the other cultivators jealous, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that the spiritual food made by Su Mengjue was only enough for their small team.