Chen Yang took off the ring on his right hand, stared at it and said nothing.
He suspected that it was the ring that caused him to fall into a dream.
Fortunately, when I entered the dreamland, the surrounding environment was relatively safe. Before I knew the side effects of this ring, wearing it rashly was still risky.
Chen Yang had heard of some powerful magical weapons that could not be used casually just by holding them in hand, because the use of those magical weapons would most likely require the user to pay a certain price.
Some of these costs have very small effects, such as making the user unbearably hungry, causing the body to feel cold and hot, etc. These costs can be overcome through willpower, and these costs can be ignored.
Some costs may cause great risks to the user, such as consuming the user's life essence and blood, causing diseases and other consequences, so they have to be dealt with carefully.
Users of this type of magic weapon are usually very cautious during use. Unless there is a way to avoid the cost, they will not use this type of magic weapon as a last resort.
Chen Yang suspected that the ring with the black soul stone in his hand was also a magical weapon of this type, and that allowing the user to enter a dream state might be one of the costs of using it.
Chen Yang silently put away the ring and decided to wear it again when using the eyeball magic weapon.
After another day of flying.
Xue Wuya suddenly slowed down the speed of the flying boat, and finally landed in a teahouse on the outskirts of Tongyou City.
Chen Yang suddenly became nervous when he remembered that the ancient practitioner who lost his memory was in Tongyou City.
Xue Wuya stepped off the flying boat and came to a tea shop.
"Waiter, serve tea!"
Xue Wuya shouted as soon as he entered the door, then found a seat by the window and sat down.
"Why do you suddenly want to drink tea here?"
Chen Yang asked, Tongyou City is the closest city to the Yin Mo Sect, and it only takes one day to reach the sect by flying boat.
As a practitioner, if you are really thirsty, it is not a problem to endure it for a day. Chen Yang was really puzzled by Xue Wuya's stop.
"Brother Chen, wait for me. I have to take care of some business in Tongyou City."
As Xue Wuya was talking, the waiter came over with a pot of tea.
"Master, this is your favorite Donghu Baiye."
The waiter walked straight over and seemed to be very familiar with Xue Wuya.
After making tea for the two of them, the waiter took out a ledger, handed it to Xue Wuya's hand, and then stepped back respectfully.
Xue Wuya carefully flipped through the account books, looked up at Chen Yang who was full of astonishment, and then explained: "This tea shop outside the city is also owned by my family."
"I was just passing by this time to check the accounts so that those guys under my command wouldn't do anything wrong."
"Please."
Chen Yang was a little speechless. While cultivating, this guy also had to take care of secular business on weekdays.
It's good that you don't have to go into town.
Chen Yang thought silently in his heart.
He didn't want to meet that ancient cultivator again.
After drinking a cup of tea, Xue Wuya finally finished flipping through the ledger and then breathed a sigh of relief.
Just when he came to the waiter and was about to exchange the account book with him, a thin piece of letter paper fell from the middle of the account book.
"What is this?"
Xue Wuya looked at the waiter in confusion.
"Ah, I forgot to tell the young master that the shopkeeper in the city asked me to give this letter to the young master."
After the waiter explained, he gave the two of them a new pot of tea, and then took away the account book.
Xue Wuya opened the envelope, took a look at it, and then showed a surprised expression.