Xin Lin took another look, and upon finishing selling buns today, her Heaven-defying Value had reached 403 points.
This amount of Heaven-defying Value would have been quite significant for the old Xin Lin.
However, now for Xin Lin, it was barely enough, for a very simple reason.
The more Heaven-defying Value she had, Xin Lin found, the faster it was used up.
Starting from tomorrow, she wouldn’t be able to enjoy the increase in Heaven-defying Value from selling buns anymore.
The Heaven-defying Book was quite principled indeed.
On the other hand, the Spiritual Delicacy Buns that could earn Heaven-defying Value had to be personally made by Xin Lin, and only after selling them could she obtain the value.
Ordinary gifting or having others help make them, none would yield Heaven-defying Value.
Having entered Qingtian Academy, Xin Lin couldn’t make Spiritual Delicacy Buns anymore, and thus, wouldn’t have an inco of Heaven-defying Value.
Plus, the "ration" of Braised Pork Belly for Gui Hu and Overlord Egg and the Qi Stones needed for her daily cultivation, Xin Lin’s daily consumption of Heaven-defying Value was no small sum.
It seed that after entering Qingtian Academy, she needed to develop so other thods to earn Heaven-defying Value.
But aside from making buns and fighting, did she have any other thods?
Xin Lin hesitated, wondering whether she should consult the Heaven-defying Book.
At that mont, the carriage jolted and suddenly ca to a stop.
"What happened?"
Little Xinzhuo looked outside.
Worry filled the bun-faced Little Xinzhuo’s expression.
He was still concerned about how Sister would react later when she encountered Sikong Ran and Bai You, that pair of lovebirds.
"Reporting to the Seventh Prince, the road ahead is blocked. I don’t know who leaked the news that Young Master Sikong is heading to Qingtian Academy to teach today, the streets are full of people, all here to welco Young Master Sikong; the carriage can’t move."
The coachman appeared troubled.
This road was the essential path leading to Qingtian Academy.
Outside the carriage, the noise of the crowd was deafening.
Xin Lin peeked out, and saw the street crowded with people, most of whom were the young girls from Purple Cloud City.
Each dressed flamboyantly, pushing and shoving, standing in front of the carriage.
"It’s Young Master Sikong!"
"So handso!"
"Young Master Sikong, look this way!"
A burst of screaming pierced Xin Lin’s eardrums.
She looked in the direction of the noise.
There, a few swift horses were racing towards them, on one of which was Sikong Ran.
Sikong Ran, whom she hadn’t seen for several months.
Xin Lin’s eyes slightly narrowed.
Dressed in a moon-white robe, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, star-like eyes and handso eyebrows, wearing a Jade ornant in his hair, and his clothes fluttering elegantly, yet he carried an elegance amidst his handsoness.
His stature has grown much stronger and taller, no longer the frail boy from Qian Village.
Beside him, were Bai You and Third Prince Long Qingchen.
Sikong Ran stood shoulder to shoulder with Long Qingchen, their noble aura undiminished, even surpassing Long Qingchen by a fraction.
The three of them rode through the street, attracting considerable attention.
Sikong Ran’s gaze was cold, seemingly oblivious to the cheers from the street.
Seeing the impenetrable crowd on the street, his brows furrowed slightly.
Bai You, on the other hand, wore a proud expression. This man, he was hers!
"Make way!"
Long Qingchen shouted angrily, and imdiately several Imperial Guards surged forward, blocking the crowd on both sides.
The crowd dispersed, but there was still a carriage blocking the way ahead, not moving.
"Who is in the carriage ahead? Young Master Sikong and I are here, and you still don’t clear the way."
Long Qingchen shouted. Inside the carriage, Xin Lin sneered and raised her hand to lift the carriage curtain.
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