Liu Qinghuan smiled noncommittally and watched him walk to a table in the corner. He took out a round jade plate one foot square and played a few spells. A pattern appeared on the jade plate, shining with a blue light.

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The middle-aged male cultivator floated Liu Qinghuan's jade plaque on the jade plate, and after a few more manipulations, he saw a beam of light suddenly flash across the jade plaque.

"That's enough." He turned around, returned the jade token to Liu Qinghuan, and smacked his lips: "Fellow Taoist is really not an ordinary person... I really envy you people on the front line. I heard that everything gained on the battlefield belongs to you personally.

Can I still earn corresponding military merit?"

Liu Qinghuan's consciousness penetrated into the jade tablet, and the battle merit points inside it had become very small, and he said: "That's true." Then he sighed: "What's there to envy? With your head pinned to the waistband of your trousers at any time, you can earn your life or spend it.

.I envy you people in the rear who don’t have to worry. But, where is the Divine Milk of the Earth Mother?"

The middle-aged male cultivator hummed in confusion: "Don't you know, fellow Taoist? Spiritual objects like the Earth Mother's Divine Milk are generally stored in heavily guarded warehouses within the alliance, and require...well, some procedures and time.

to take it out.”

Liu Qinghuan looked at him steadily. Seeing that the other party looked at him very calmly, he slowly said: "I don't know about this rule yet... So, how much time will it take?"

The middle-aged male cultivator said carelessly: "It didn't take long. I controlled the jade plate here and got the news over there. It will be delivered in about half an hour at most."

He turned his head: "Xiao Yao, go and make tea quickly, I'll wait with fellow Taoist."

The yellow-clothed monk was looking around at the half-open door, with a lewd look on his face. He answered the call and slowly walked out.

"Hehe." The middle-aged male cultivator winked at Liu Qinghuan obscenely and gestured to the small door: "Fellow Taoist, do you want to play? I just collected several stunning furnace cauldrons, all of which have excellent kung fu. Keep them for you.

Once you climb on top of them, you won’t want to get down.”

Liu Qinghuan said calmly: "Thank you, I'm not in the mood today."

The middle-aged male cultivator didn't care and closed the small door with his hand: "Speaking of which, have you asked fellow Taoist Gao for his name? Let me introduce myself first, Lu Yuesheng, a member of the Yinshan Sect."

Yinshan Sect!

Liu Qinghuan concealed his surprise. He did not expect that this person was actually a demonic monk and had joined the Immortal Cultivation Alliance. He replied: "Lin Ming, a casual cultivator."

After that, the two chatted wordlessly. Most of the time, Lu Yuesheng talked about the situation on the front line, and Liu Qinghuan only occasionally answered briefly.

When half an hour was approaching, Lu Yuesheng walked out and returned half a quarter of an hour later, handing Liu Qinghuan a jade vase: "Fellow Taoist Lin, please check it."

Liu Qinghuan unlocked the seal of the jade bottle and saw a soybean-sized water drop inside the bottle, which was condensed but not scattered, and rolled roundly. With a gentle shake, the refreshing frankincense overflowed.

He nodded with satisfaction, added a new seal and put it into the ring, cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Daoist Laolu! I'll take my leave now."

Lu Yuesheng's eyes also flashed with satisfaction, and he smiled and said: "Please!"

Liu Qinghuan sneered in his heart, flicked the corner of his clothes, turned around and left the Immortal Cultivation Alliance, but did not go to the Qingfeng Tea House. Instead, he strolled slowly in the Eagle's Nest City and bought some spiritual materials needed for weapon refining.
Chapter completed!