Does seal script possess great power? My poetry is invincible!

Chapter 32 1 Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

"Sure!" Yao Qiufeng nodded without hesitation: "Use the Old Gods' script!"

Manager Qiu said helplessly, "Right now, only Wang Yan knows about the new divine script, so we can't use it even if we wanted to!"

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Here, in the lobby on the first floor of the Pill and Weapon Pavilion, dozens of Spirit Sprouts are queuing up in front of several rows of knee-high miniature metal puppets to activate their identity badges.

When it was Wang Yan's turn, he examined the metal puppet that had once amazed the original owner, took out his identity badge, and touched it to the flat metal right hand that shimmered with mysterious light.

With a "beep" sound, the metal nameplate popped into the air, displaying the Danqitang homepage's product categories.

Wang Yan made way for Huo Erdan behind him, walked a little further away, and mentally entered the light screen that was moving with him. He went to the pill section and spent 2250 points to exchange for 10 bottles of Tier 1 Qi Cultivation Pills and 5 bottles of Tier 1 Profound Replenishment Pills, each containing 10 pills, which were usable in the mid-stage of the Profound Realm.

Suddenly, a voice from several dozen paces away cried out in frustration, "Ah! We had 15 bottles of Tier 2 Restoration Pills a moment ago, how come we're all out of stock now?"

Immediately afterward, another boy exclaimed, "What the hell? I clearly saw there were still 20 bottles of Tier 2 Restoration Pills, and now they're gone!"

"Oh dear, just bear with it. Haven't you heard? Several furnaces on Dan Ding Peak that refine low-grade medicines exploded a while ago. These days, there are very few second-grade pills available for exchange."

Wang Yan's alarm bells went off. He had just clearly seen 34 bottles of second-tier recovery pills on the screen.

In the short time he spent exchanging the money, it was all gone?

"It's not necessarily because there are many people exchanging for it; it's also possible that the people from Dan Ding Peak directly removed it from the shelves."

Wang Yan quickly selected the "Claim" button, then hurried to the window for claiming the pills, and gently touched his identity badge to the extended right hand of the metal puppet.

"Hello Wang Yan, your application for the pills has been successful and they are being distributed. Please wait patiently for your number to be called."

Seeing the plain text message in the collection window, Wang Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

Waiting is fine, as long as it doesn't disappear after waiting.

While he stood there waiting, he used his divine sense to access the weapon interface on the sect's light screen and search for weapons forged in Qiao's native territory.

"The Crimson Stone Hundred-Refined Sword, forged from refined iron and obsidian, possesses the effects of 'Sharpness' and 'Dazzling,' and can deal some damage to second-tier mystical beasts. It can be redeemed for 360 points."

A second-tier mystic beast, its strength is comparable to that of a Mystic Breaking Realm cultivator.

However, Yun Ding Sect is located in a humid temperate zone, so the effectiveness of fire-based weapons like the Crimson Sky Sword will be somewhat diminished.

Although Wang Yan liked its design, he rationally and regretfully gave it up and continued looking at other things.

"It needs to be sharp, lightweight, and not prone to rusting... Hmm, wait, where's the Red Stone Hundred-Refined Sword?"

At this moment, another disciple exclaimed in alarm, "Heavens! I was just about to buy a second-tier, hundred-refined sword. I clearly had three, but now they're all gone!"

Wang Yan's heart skipped a beat again. He quickly scanned the screen in front of him and, as fast as he could, picked out a second-tier, hundred-refined, flawless sword crafted by Qiao Bentu.

It is inscribed with two divine characters: Sharp and Dust-Removing, and it remains unstained by blood, hence the name "Traceless." It costs 380 points.

"Please forgive this very simple sword name!"

Wang Yan quickly selected a set of Xuan Qi recovery gear, which included a pendant, belt, and hairpin.

It can restore half of the Xuan power of a Xuanpo Realm cultivator every two breaths, for a total of 1010 points.

Then, a pair of Swift Wind Boots, crafted by someone else, that can accelerate half of the speed of those below the Condensation Realm, costs 450 points.

200 low-grade Xuan Crystals usable even at the Xuanpo Realm, 4000 points.

Four Tier 1 daggers, totaling 200 points.

It's not that I don't want to exchange for more Xuanjing, but there isn't any left on the platform!

Wang Yan was a little worried. He first collected the supplies and confirmed that Huo Erdan had also exchanged for half a bottle of first-tier Qi Cultivation Pills. Then, amidst the puzzled discussions of the other spirit sprouts, he hurriedly left.

From entering the door to leaving, the entire process took less than 15 minutes, with the longest time spent waiting for the goods to be shipped.

"Time is running out, supplies are dwindling, this situation is really bad!"

As a PhD in ancient culture, Wang Yan has conducted in-depth research on history and is very clear about what the prelude to war and peace is.

Many powerful figures from the Cloud Cauldron Sect who have lived for thousands or hundreds of years are likely aware of this.

Now all supplies of Tier 2 and above have been removed from the shelves, and all the major errand workshops in the outer gate are operating at full capacity. The hourly wage for Tier 2 Spirit Sprouts who only work half a day of errands for free has been increased...

Will the next wave involve sects recruiting commoners who have only opened village-level seas of consciousness to become first-level spirit sprouts?

Honestly, if it were Wang Yan, he would have done the same!

Did you not see that during the wars of the Republic of China, teenagers were all sent as child soldiers?

Once outside on the grassy path, Wang Yan looked up at the sky.

The stars tonight are not as bright as they were last night.

Hearing this, Huo Erdan asked, quite puzzled, as he walked under the heavy darkness of the night.

"Strange, Yanzi, many of the level three senior brothers were just talking about how the pills and equipment they wanted to buy are all sold out. What's going on with Dan Ding Peak and Huo Lian Peak? Are they all in seclusion?"

Level 3 Spirit Sprouts generally look down on Level 1 pills and equipment, and only want to buy Level 2 ones.

Wang Yan's brow furrowed with seriousness: "I still have the first-tier pills and equipment I bought in stock, but we're mostly out of stock of second-tier pills and equipment. Erdan, I think the sect outside might have encountered something serious."

Huo Erdan froze for a moment, then his leopard eyes widened in surprise: "You mean, if the sect's disciples outside lose a fight and need a lot of second-tier pills and weapons as support, they won't exchange them internally?"

"Smart! But don't tell anyone. Come on, let's go to the gathering place."

However, this time, Manager Xiong only made them work for an hour before paying them three coins of silver. He then helplessly reminded them, "You should go to the Temple of Divine Practice. Uncle Deng has sent word that you should write more of the new divine characters."

"Huh?" Huo Erdan, who hadn't had his fill yet, was stunned again, completely bewildered: "Going at this hour?"

"Go! Every one you can write is a success." Thinking about the weapons that were suddenly taken off the shelves in the Alchemy Pavilion, Wang Yan, who was also somewhat tired, felt a strong sense of urgency and immediately turned around.

After taking a few steps, Huo Erdan's helpless voice came from behind: "Uh, okay, wait for me..."

Perhaps due to some resistance and avoidance of the pain of writing the character "神" (divine), as soon as Wang Yan and Huo Erdan arrived outside the Temple of Divine Practice, a certain Level 3 Spirit Sprout who was first in line voluntarily gave up his place: "You go first, you go first."

An hour later, Wang Yan deliberately wrote something wrong, so he was escorted out of the palace by Liu Guang a quarter of an hour later than the exhausted Huo Erdan.

Night has fallen, the stars are shining brightly, and the moonlight is gentle.

Wang Yan lay quietly in the now-cooled grass, listening to the chirping of birds and insects around him, his whole body aching.

I feel relaxed, lazy, and don't want to move anymore.

A children's song from my past life suddenly popped into my mind.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are, all the little things in the world, hanging in the sky and shining brightly, like many little eyes..." Looking at the starry sky in his field of vision, Wang Yan suddenly became interested and put them together in his mind.

As the two divine characters for "eyes" appeared side by side, his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly trembled.