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When Lu Yun saw that Yan Qingyang wasn't responding, she was infuriated and didn't bother to speak to the other two anymore.

In the middle of the night, Yan Qingyang quietly got off the bed and went outside. He found a secluded spot under a ginkgo tree and sat down cross-legged with his eyes closed.

The basic method of the Cloud Flower Sect was the Flowing Cloud Mantra, which was used to cause the user to enter the body.

He'd just sent it out today, and Yan Qingyang had long since become familiar with it. The reason she'd come out today was to circulate the Flowing Cloud Mantra.

She still couldn't believe that her aptitude was that bad.

He started to circulate the Flowing Cloud Mantra and sensed the surrounding spiritual energy.

Time after time. After more than four hours, Yan Qingyang shook her head with a wry smile. She now believed that her potential was truly poor and that she didn't feel any spirit energy at all.

If that was the case, then it would be very difficult to absorb Qi into the first layer of Qi Cultivating Stage in half a year.

Yan Qingyang knew very well what spirit power meant. The reason that Luo Xing had been able to draw Qi into his body at that time was because Yan Qingyang had given her many pills.

In his past life, Yan Qingyang had possessed a large amount of pills as a personal disciple of Daoist Master Chi Dan and had given most of them to Luo Xing.

Luo Xing relied on large amounts of pills to break through to the 1st level of Qi Disciple stage.

With his current aptitude, he would have to accumulate pills. However, as a service disciple, he didn't even have a single low-grade Spiritfount Pill. Where would he go to find a pill?

There were only two methods: refining it or buying it.

Refining it by himself was not feasible. Whether it was refining the pills or refining the equipment, he needed to be at least at Qi Disciple level 3.

There was only one way left: Buy!

One bottle of low-grade Spirit Accumulation Pills cost five, and it cost ten low-grade spirit stones or a hundred Sect Contribution Points.

A service disciple had to complete many missions every day. For example, a service disciple like Yan Qingyang could accumulate up to twenty contribution points every month. There were also many other areas that required contribution points, such as eating a meal.

For service disciples, the sect would never give out Spirit Stones. They could only earn contribution points through hard work.

What could a janitor disciple do without even drawing qi into his body? At most, he could chop firewood, mine, wash vegetables, grow vegetables and other low-level labor...

Yan Qingyang stood up and felt an itch on his neck. Feeling annoyed, he touched a thin rope. She pulled it out and saw that it was a thin red rope that was tied around his neck.

Beneath the red rope was a dark green jade pendant. That jade pendant was the shape of a small fan.

Yan Qingyang picked up the jade pendant and scrutinized it carefully. He discovered that the pendant was dark green and crystal clear, shining with a moist splendor under the moonlight.

"Eh, what is this?" Yan Qingyang furrowed his brow and thought for a moment before remembering.

This jade pendant had been around his neck since he was young, and was said to have been left behind by his mother. However, he remembered that the jade pendant wasn't jade-green but was a light yellow color, and wasn't as smooth.

When did the color change?

Yan Qingyang raised his jade fan and scrutinized it under the moonlight.

Under the moonlight, the dark green jade fan became even more translucent. The veins on the fan were clear and vaguely, it seemed like there was a painting on it.

Yan Qingyang's eyebrows shot up. She was looking at Lin Ming with rapt attention when the jade fan in front of her suddenly enlarged. Her head spun, and she suddenly discovered that she had arrived in a strange space.

This space had a radius of less than ten feet and was completely empty. There was only a stone tablet in front of him, and there seemed to be words written on it.

Yan Qingyang took a few steps forward and arrived in front of the monolith, brushing it with his hand.

The stone tablet carried a slight coolness. As Yan Qingyang's hand brushed past it, the words on it began to slowly clear up.

Yan Qingyang scrutinized the monolith and softly recited the words: "A handwritten letter for the forging of the Qing."

All of a sudden, she was attracted to it. She had been skilled in artifact forging in her previous life and was especially interested in information on artifact forging.

There were a few more lines of text that Yan Qingyang roughly understood after reading them.

This stone tablet was a treasure. It recorded a master refiner's many years of refining experiences. She recorded all of this down and placed it inside the treasure green jade fan. Only her descendants could activate this space.

Jade Fan? Yan Qingyang thought of the jade fan pendant on his neck. Could it be that … he was in that jade fan pendant now?

Descendant? Could it be that this jade fan was passed down from his ancestors?

And how did it start?

Suddenly, Yan Qingyang remembered that in the demonic cultivator's cave, there was a stream of warmth coming from his chest and a fatal blow to the demonic cultivator. Could it be that this jade pendant had saved him? And even opened up a space?

If this was true, then this sort of space was equivalent to a small world and was an extraordinary treasure.

Joy filled Yan Qingyang's heart as she looked around again. The space was extremely small, and there was nothing else other than this stone monument. She walked up to the stone monument and looked at the words on it.

He was a bit confused and muttered, "Eh, what about your refining knowledge?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed that the words on the stone tablet had changed. What was displayed was: "Refining Comprehension: 1, …, 2, …, 3 …"

Yan Qingyang was overjoyed. He carefully read the words and discovered that they contained knowledge he didn't know. It could even be said that it was better than the knowledge of the highest ranked master refiners of the Floating Cloud Realm.

She looked at it for a long time before memorizing it. After thinking for a while, she said to the stone tablet, "The method to refine a flying sword."

As expected, the words on the stone tablet changed again.

Yan Qingyang asked a few more times and got his answer. He finally understood the usage of the stone monument. This was a treasure book forging!

After trying for a long time, Yan Qingyang closed his eyes and chanted in his heart, "Get out!"

When she opened her eyes, sure enough, she was under the Ginkgo tree again.

After a few experiments, she had mastered how to enter and exit the Green Jade Fan. Furthermore, she discovered that the Green Jade Fan was able to store things.

He'd received a treasure and was in a great mood.

He remembered that in his previous life, he was still alive when he first came to the Cloud Flower Sect. When Luo Xing saw it later on, he liked it very much.

But later on, the jade pendant was actually lost. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find it, so she just left it there.

There was no way she would have suspected him then, and now she must have stolen it.

At this moment, the sky was about to brighten. Yan Qingyang continued to hang the green jade fan around his neck as he returned to his room.

Lu Yun, Jin Rong and Chu Zhen had already woken up. When Lu Yun saw Yan Qingyang, she rolled her eyes.

The chubby, smiling Chu Zhen rushed over and grabbed Yan Qingyang's arm. She said with a smile, "You're called Yan Qingyang, right? We're both assigned to the kitchen. Let's report it together."

Yan Qingyang had a good impression of Chu Zhen. He pulled out his arm and went to the kitchen with her.

Chopping firewood, carrying water, washing vegetables, and washing dishes were relatively heavy tasks in the kitchen. The two of them busied themselves for the entire morning. The service disciples at noon each had two hours. They could choose to listen to classes or cultivate.

Some outer sect disciples, in order to earn some contribution points, would come to teach the service disciples. They would have basic literacy classes, and the most advanced were the explanations for the Flowing Cloud Mantra.

At noon, Lu Yun swaggered off to class with Jin Rong.

Yan Qingyang didn't go. She sat under the tree and channeled her Flowing Cloud Mantra. The strange thing was, Chu Zhen also didn't go.

Two hours later, the two of them continued to busy themselves in the kitchen.

He hurried all the way to the end of the night, and did not relax until the Hai hour.

If it was an ordinary child, he would have to go to sleep since he was so busy. Yan Qingyang's current physical fitness wasn't that good, and he also felt very tired. She forced herself to continue cultivating.

Lu Yun and Jin Rong had also gotten busy, and were no longer looking for trouble.

This went on for about a month. None of the people in the room could draw qi into their bodies. Yan Qingyang felt that this was impossible anymore.

She had thought of selling this pill, but it was a priceless pill in the market. She didn't even have a cultivation level right now, so she couldn't take this risk.

Today, when she and Chu Jinzhen returned from the kitchen, they saw Lu Yun outside the courtyard.

Lu Yun no longer had her usual arrogant look. Instead, she had her head lowered and a fawning smile on her face.

Opposite her was an arrogant young lady in red.