Scanning the mustard seed space in front of her, Xu Chunniang raised her eyebrows slightly. With only a dozen middle-grade spiritual crystals and dozens of low-grade spiritual crystals, this person must be too poor.
Most of the other spiritual materials are fourth-level spiritual materials, and there are only a few fifth-level spiritual materials.
Facing a questioning look, the short, fat male cultivator carefully smiled.
"Don't be too short on fairies. If we weren't poor, we wouldn't take the risk to do this, and we would only pick out monks with low cultivation levels."
Seeing the spiritual crystals and spiritual materials in the mustard space being swept away, he felt his heart bleeding, but he did not dare to show any displeasure.
"Fairy, you have taken everything, can you let me go?"
"Why are you so anxious? We haven't gotten the real good stuff yet."
Xu Chunniang looked calm and looked at him back and forth.
The short, fat male cultivator was stunned by her look and pleaded, "Fairy Mingjian, I really don't have anything good. You have also seen Mustard Seed Space."
"Those are worthless things, and there aren't many spiritual crystals. Hand over your magic weapon."
Seeing that he could not escape, the short and fat male cultivator had no choice but to accept his defeat and slowly took out a rope.
The rope was of the fifth grade and looked like it had been used for a long time and was very worn.
Xu Chunniang even suspected that she could break the rope with just a little force.
She glanced at the rope but did not pick it up.
"Who are you trying to fool with a broken rope? Where are the other magic weapons?"
The short, fat male cultivator quickly forced out a smile.
"Fairy, don't be angry, don't I have a better magic weapon?"
"Stop talking nonsense, you should have your natal magic weapon, right? Should you get it yourself or should I get it myself?"
The face of the short and fat male cultivator changed, and there was a look of hesitation in his eyes. If the natal magic weapon was lost, his cultivation would be damaged accordingly. It would be difficult to find a suitable high-level magic weapon in the future.
But thinking of the power of the sword just now, the fear of death finally outweighed the reluctance to give up.
He can't be beaten, and he can't escape. He should be wiser.
The short, fat male cultivator reluctantly took out a gourd, cruelly cut off the connection between the gourd and himself, and handed it to Xu Chunniang.
After losing the magic weapon that he had cultivated for many years, the aura on his body instantly became much weaker.
Xu Chunniang took the gourd and said softly "Hey".
Unexpectedly, this gourd is actually a fifth-level top-grade one, and because it has been nourished all year round, its spiritual energy is extremely sufficient.
"Fairy, this is the best magic weapon I have. The other magic weapons are the same as the rope just now. They are all unattractive. I'm afraid you won't be able to use them with your strength."
As if he was afraid that she wouldn't believe it, he took out two or three more magic weapons. They were indeed fifth-level low-grade artifacts and looked half-worn.
One of the flying swords had several gaps, and Xu Chunniang also had an identical one in her hand. It was the same sword that was distributed to all the monks who participated in the service.
She accepted the gourd and scanned the artifacts, knowing that what he said must be the truth.
The natal magic weapon is often the most valuable thing a monk has.
The most valuable thing on him is the gourd just now.
"When you were robbing me earlier, you claimed that you only took my spiritual crystals. Since that's the case, I won't take these things."
The short, fat male cultivator finally showed a little joy on his face, "Thank you, fairy, thank you, fairy!"
Although these magic weapons are worn out, he has used them very smoothly, and it will cost a large sum of spiritual crystals to purchase them again.
He was penniless at the moment, so it would be better if he could keep it.
He hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively.
"Fairy, I see that you are walking toward the southwest. Are you going to serve?"
Xu Chunniang looked at him with a half-smile, and the short and fat male cultivator suddenly became excited and explained quickly.
"Fairy, please don't misunderstand me. I am not inquiring about your itinerary. This place is far away from the southwest battlefield. It is not uncommon for monks like me to make a living by blocking roads and robbing people.
If you encounter monks in the Void Refining Stage, I'm afraid that no matter how powerful your swordsmanship is, it will be useless to them..."
Hearing this, Xu Chunniang frowned slightly. She had never fought against an opponent in the Void Refining Stage. If she were to encounter one, she didn't know what the odds would be.
If you encounter a monk who is in the late stage of refining the void, you may not even have a chance to escape.
The short, fat male cultivator observed the words and expressions and made timely suggestions.
"There are caravans in many cities. These caravans will transport goods to various battlefields every once in a while. If fairies can follow the caravans, their safety will be greatly increased."
Xu Chunniang was thoughtful. She also saw a caravan when she was in Qucheng, but she didn't pay much attention to it at the time.
Thinking about it, the spiritual world is full of high-level monks, and the higher the level of cultivation, the easier it is to rob other people.
If you are unlucky and meet a more powerful Void Refining Stage monk, you might die.
"I will seriously consider what you said. Thank you very much."
Three days later, Xu Chunniang entered a city slightly larger than Qucheng. After asking where the caravan was, she walked in the direction of the caravan.
After the short, fat male cultivator, she met another robber.
The aura on that man's body was deeper than that of the evil-eyed beast, and he was most likely a monk in the Void Refining Stage.
He set up the legal domain near a fifth-level spiritual grass, and lurked aside. Once someone went to pick the spiritual grass, they would accidentally enter the domain.
After discovering a fifth-level spiritual grass hidden in a remote corner, Xu Chunniang was originally going to pick it, but when she got closer, she found traces of the legal domain around her.
After realizing that this was a trap, Xu Chunniang immediately chose to run away.
The person lurking in the dark saw her escaping, and immediately revealed his figure and chased after her.
Relying on teleportation and the Nine Steps of Carefree, she escaped non-stop for two days and two nights. In the end, the person chasing her gave up on her own initiative, and Xu Chunniang escaped.
She suspected that the man behind her was getting tired of chasing her, and she felt that she, a monk in the early stages of becoming a god, had nothing good in him, so she gave up.
It is also possible that someone else set foot in the legal domain he set up, which led him to leave.
But no matter what the reason was, Xu Chunniang, who had escaped the disaster, had no chance to take any chances.
For a young monk like her who had just become a god, the spiritual world was indeed too dangerous.
If she didn't go with the caravan and relied on her own strength, she might not be able to successfully reach the southwest battlefield.
After arriving at the caravan and explaining her purpose, she was quickly invited into a private room.
In the private room, the person who received her was a middle-aged female nun.
She smiled slightly and offered a cup of tea.
"I heard that the fairy wants to travel with the caravan. I wonder where the fairy's destination is?"
"Crane City."
Crane City is the closest small town to the southwest battlefield, and it is also the farthest place that the caravan can reach.
The middle-aged female cultivator had a clear look in her eyes. Most of the cultivators who went to Crane City were there to serve.
"Five days later, a team led by a powerful late-stage fusion team will set off for Crane City."