"Vessel teleportation is like copying a temporary body. The Tree of Flesh and Blood can teleport external items along with you."
"Not only that, but anything you obtain in other places can also be brought back through the Tree of Flesh and Blood."
"By the way, is this Fellow Daoist He Tou the new mber?"
He soon received replies from several fruits, and other mbers began asking about Yang An's identity.
Yang An gave a simple answer, then sent no more ssages.
'I didn't expect the Tree of Flesh and Blood to be able to teleport items as well. It's truly amazing.'
However, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to use the at Burial Talisman when the ti ca and would have to switch to a different Storage Magical Artifact.
The at Burial Talisman was inside the flesh and blood of his arm, making it difficult to remove and place into the copied vessel. If the vessel was damaged and the at Burial Talisman was lost, the loss would far outweigh the gain.
He did have another Storage Magical Artifact he could use—the very bracelet he had obtained from his Second Senior Brother when he killed Xuan Kang.
When the ti ca, he could just put everything useful into the bracelet and take it with him.
The Tree of Flesh and Blood fell silent for a while. No new fruits grew, which ant there were no more ssages, so Yang An withdrew his consciousness and returned to reality.
He only had seven days. He had to seize the ti to refine his Mana and raise his Cultivation Level.
He took the Vulgar Mouth Bow off his back and casually placed it on the floor. Yang An was imdiately condemned by the Bow Lady.
"You little bastard! I help you out, and you just toss on the floor? Is this how you treat ?"
"..."
"Otherwise... should I put you on the bed?"
Yang An asked tentatively. The furnishings in his residence were very simple: just a bed, a table and chairs, and a tea set on the table. There was nothing else.
"In your dreams! How could I possibly just hop into your bed like that!"
"Then you might as well just lie on the floor. It's clean. If that's not good enough, I'll have Fugui find so weeds to spread on the ground for you."
Yang An said with a helpless expression.
The Bow Lady couldn't be bothered to argue with him about it and imdiately brought up the promise Yang An had made earlier.
"When are you going to make good on your promise? You promised ! Flesh! Fine wine! And handso n!"
Yang An slapped his forehead as if he had just rembered, and imdiately ordered Fugui to bring so at and fine wine.
These were mundane items, free for the taking. He could fulfill that part of the promise right now.
As for the handso n...
"You can look at for now to tide you over. Soone as handso as should count for at least fifty. As for the rest, I'll find them for you when we go to the mortal world."
"..."
This ti, it was the Bow Lady's turn to be silent.
Anger often erupts from silence. Although Yang An felt he wasn't wrong, he still decided to lie low for a while.
Before the Bow Lady could speak again, Yang An took out the Flesh Vein Gathering Elent Mirror and began to prepare for his cultivation.
By the ti Fugui delivered the at and wine and left, Yang An had already entered a state of cultivation, giving the Bow Lady no chance to erupt.
With the help of the Flesh Vein Gathering Elent Mirror, the Mana within his acupoints grew at a ridiculous pace. Yang An had never felt so comfortable since he began cultivating.
...
「Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.」
The timing was perfect. Using the Flesh Vein Gathering Elent Mirror, Yang An's Cultivation Level had risen to the peak of the Early Stage of the Viscera Stone Realm. He just needed to find a Technique to rge into a new Dao of Destiny Technique to break through to the Middle Stage.
Today was the day the Scripture Defector Association would forcibly initiate the vessel teleportation. Yang An awoke from his cultivation state and made his preparations.
In truth, he didn't need to bring much—besides the at Beast Essence Stone, just a few Magical Artifacts that might co in handy.
Of course, the Bow Lady and the Unidentified Arrow were must-haves. They were his strongest life-saving trump cards and could potentially save his life at a critical mont.
He stored everything he needed to bring inside the Ancient Bronze Bracelet and put it on his wrist.
All that was left was to wait for the Workshop Master to initiate the vessel teleportation.
To be honest, he was quite nervous. After all, he was going to a place full of Demon Fiends, a completely unfamiliar land where there were even Corpse Transformation Realm Demon Fiends.
This would also be his first ti eting other mbers of the Scripture Defector Association. Since they were all strangers to one another, he had to be cautious.
Although he wasn't an Innate Flesh Mushroom, the other mbers of the Scripture Defector Association were similar to him.
The only difference was that Innate Flesh Mushrooms didn't have to bear the price in their early stages. But once they reached the Corpse Transformation Realm, the suppressed price would erupt, leading to their death.
He, on the other hand, never had to bear the price at all and didn't have to worry about facing the sa fate as an Innate Flesh Mushroom upon entering the Corpse Transformation Realm.
But, at least before the Corpse Transformation Realm, he was the sa as everyone else.
Not having to bear the price ant that the combat prowess of the others was by no ans ordinary and could not be underestimated.
Just as Yang An was filled with a mix of nervousness and anticipation, before he could even wait for the Workshop Master to initiate the teleportation, an unexpected voice suddenly sounded from outside his residence.
"Excuse , is Ninth Senior Brother in his residence? Your Junior Brother has co to pay a visit and hopes to be granted a eting!"
It was a completely unfamiliar voice, and it sounded quite young.
Yang An frowned. This unfamiliar voice undoubtedly belonged to the new disciple that old geezer had taken in—his junior brother.
'What's this guy here for?'
'To co looking for a fight?'
Yang An didn't think a disciple who had just joined would have the guts to court death. If he really was here to die, it wouldn't be a violation of the rules if Yang An killed him, since he would have been the one to start it.
After a mont of thought, Yang An decided to see him. If the vessel teleportation started, he could just kick the guy out.
"Co in."
Upon receiving Yang An's reply, the door was opened by a Corpse Slave, and a tall, slender figure slowly walked in.
He was about twenty years old, with a rather handso appearance. Judging by his aura, he seed like the young master of a wealthy family from the mortal world, and his clothes were very well-fitting.
The newcor entered the room and first bowed to Yang An in salute.
"Junior Brother Zhou Quan, paying my respects to Ninth Senior Brother!"
"Sit!"
Yang An gestured casually. He was still sitting cross-legged on the floor.
Zhou Quan nodded and sat down opposite Yang An.
'Bow Lady, would you say this guy counts as a handso man?'
Yang An suddenly asked this in his mind out of curiosity. Although he was confident the guy wasn't as handso as him, he had to check the Bow Lady's aesthetic standards to make it easier to fulfill his promise later.
But who would have known that the Bow Lady's voice would ring in his ears, sounding as if she were about to vomit.
'Don't disgust ! If you're a handso man, then this guy is a million miles away from it! He's just a bag of bones. I wouldn't even give him a second glance, let alone eat him!'
'Wait... you want handso n to eat?'
Hearing the Bow Lady's words, Yang An was suddenly stunned.
'Sothing's wrong with you, you little bastard! What did you think I wanted handso n for? Besides eating them, what other use could there be?'
'...'
Yang An suddenly sucked in a cold breath. 'So, I've been getting it wrong this whole ti?'
'It seems... I really did get it wrong.'
'The Bow Lady is just a bow. What else would she do with handso n?'
'Then what kind of person counts as a handso man in your eyes?'
Yang An suddenly asked in his mind out of curiosity.
'Soone whose soul is thoroughly tainted. The more tainted, the more beautiful. That's a true handso man! They're my favorite thing to eat!'
'A thoroughly tainted soul... the more tainted, the better...'
Yang An pondered for a mont, and sothing imdiately ca to mind.
'You don't an Demon Fiends, do you?'
'Even a dog wouldn't eat a Demon Fiend! Don't disgust !'
'...'
Yang An was speechless, but he roughly understood what the Bow Lady ant.
'I can't believe the Bow Lady's so-called handso n are judged by the level of taint in their souls.'
'So in her eyes, a "handso man" is a person with the most tainted soul.'
'In that case, can the Bow Lady see the level of taint in other people's souls?'
Yang An's heart jumped as sothing occurred to him.
Back at the Heavenly Respect Pavilion, when Yang An had brought the Bow Lady inside, she had seen the old monster and said he was very ugly.
If her judgnt was based on the idea that the more tainted a soul, the more beautiful it is...
...could it be that the old monster's soul was actually pure?
Thinking of this, Yang An imdiately asked the Bow Lady about it, but the answer he received stunned him.
'Having no soul is the ugliest thing of all! Where would that ugly thing get a soul from?'
'No soul?'
Yang An froze.
'What about my master? The old geezer who shares a body with the old monster.'
'Can't see him! Do you think I can see just anyone? If I could see everything, would I still be just a Magical Artifact?'
'...'
Yang An was silent, mulling it over and committing this piece of information to mory.
But with an outsider present, it wasn't a good ti to investigate these things. He could only put it aside for now.
However, when Yang An's gaze returned to Zhou Quan, he noticed that the way the guy was looking at him seed a little... off.
"Ninth Senior Brother, since this junior brother joined, I've learned about you through Second Senior Brother. I admire you to the extre and have co specially to pay my respects. Please forgive my impertinence."
Zhou Quan seed very polite, but as he spoke, his gaze toward Yang An was filled with unconcealed excitent and thrill.
This look reminded Yang An of the celebrity-obsessed, fanatical fans he had seen in his previous life.
'Oh no! Don't tell this guy is gay?'
"What do you want to say?"
Yang An watched him coolly, his tone filled with unconcealed indifference.
If this guy dared to say anything disrespectful, Yang An would guarantee he wouldn't even leave ashes behind.
"Ninth Senior Brother, I heard from Second Senior Brother that you only joined Master a year ago, but in that short year, you were promoted from the Thirteenth Disciple to the Ninth Disciple!"
At this point, Zhou Quan seed too excited to contain himself and had to pause to calm down.
Yang An couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.
"Not only did you kill the three senior brothers ranked above you in succession, but you also fought Third Senior Sister without getting a single scratch, and you even easily destroyed the Magical Artifact she had used for decades."
"Ninth Senior Brother! You're too amazing!
"When I first heard about it, I couldn't suppress my admiration for you. It was like a surging river, endless and continuous, like the heavenly river flooding, completely unstoppable!"
"..."
Yang An's mouth couldn't help but twitch. 'Is this guy trying to be funny?'
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