91: Chapter 91 sounds so familiar.

But in reality, it wasn't that this person was too poor; it was that he himself was too rich.

Ordinary Cultivators, once they obtained Spirit Stones, had to buy Medicinal Pills, and after buying Medicinal Pills, they had to Cultivate. Once they finished Cultivating, they had to save money to exchange for Magic Treasures or buy Cultivation Techniques.

Once resources were in hand, if they could be used, they would use them themselves; if they couldn't, they would exchange them for Spirit Stones, and then exchange those for what they could use.

Someone like him, who simultaneously Cultivated Spells, Body Refining, and Divine Sense, was already extremely rare—the time consumed was too much, and the resources required were massive.

Ordinary Cultivators simply couldn't afford it, nor were they willing to walk this path.

As for Cultivation Techniques and Magic Treasures, quality was more important than quantity. Someone like him, carrying over a dozen treasures on his person, was simply an anomaly among those of the same rank.

Yun Ming quickly figured this out and felt relieved.

He tidied up his things, his gaze falling upon that heart-protecting mirror covered in cracks.

This mirror was actually a decent Magic Treasure; it could withstand a serious punch from him, which was enough to show its defensive power. Unfortunately, its grade wasn't high, so it wasn't of much use to him. If he took it to sell...

Yun Ming thought for a moment and decided to put it away.

Selling it to the Bao Dan Pavilion wasn't very safe, as it was, after all, an industry of the Sect. If someone with ill intentions traced it back, it would only cause trouble. He would keep it for now and decide later.

The next few days were calm and peaceful.

Yun Ming Cultivated in his Immortal Cave every day, occasionally going out to scout for news. As far as he knew, Perfected Lu had sent quite a few people to investigate the market, but apparently, they hadn't found anything. There was also no movement from Ming Huazi's side; that thorn had been buried, but it hadn't shown any signs of acting up.

Yun Ming was happy to be at leisure and focused on his Cultivation.

On this day, it was time for his second lecture.

Yun Ming tidied himself up, changed into a clean green robe, and was about to head out when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Jiu Jiu curled up in its nest, sleeping in the corner.

The little guy was curled into a ball of fur, its five-colored feathers rising and falling slightly, with a faint starlight shimmering on its body. That light was extremely faint and soft; if one didn't look closely, it was almost impossible to notice.

Yun Ming paused his footsteps and crouched down to take a closer look.

Jiu Jiu's breathing was very light and slow, but its heartbeat was much stronger than usual. That layer of starlight enveloped it, and with every breath, the starlight would flicker slightly, as if it were inhaling and exhaling something.

This is... is it about to Breakthrough?

Yun Ming's heart stirred.

He thought for a moment, took out a few Top-Grade Spirit Stones from his naxu ring, and gently placed them beside Jiu Jiu. Jiu Jiu had previously absorbed a portion of these Spirit Stones, and more than half of the Spiritual Qi inside remained, which was just enough for it to use.

The little guy seemed to sense something; in its sleep, it gently nuzzled against those Spirit Stones, emitting a satisfied "Jiu Jiu" from its throat.

Yun Ming smiled and did not disturb it.

He stood up and pushed the door open, stepping out on tiptoe.

There was nothing he could do to help with Jiu Jiu's situation; it had to rely on itself.

He still had his own matters to attend to. Checking the time, it was time to go for his second lecture.

This time, before he even reached the lecture hall, Yun Ming noticed something unusual.

The flow of people on the mountain path was more than ten times greater than last time. Disciples in groups of three or five hurried past him, some talking as they walked, their tones full of anticipation and excitement.

Yun Ming casually grabbed a Disciple passing by him.

"Junior Brother, may I ask where you are all heading?"

The Disciple was grabbed and initially felt a bit impatient, but when he turned around and saw the Deacon token hanging at Yun Ming's waist, he quickly put on a respectful expression: "Reporting to the Deacon, we are all going to attend a lecture by a Deacon named Yun Ming."

Yun Ming was stunned: "So many people are all going for that?"

"Yes," the Disciple nodded. "The Senior Brothers who attended the lecture last time went back and blew Deacon Yun's accomplishments out of proportion, saying his lectures were interesting, his insights were unique, and he even taught them how to refine apple-flavored Medicinal Pills. So, news spread from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred, which is why so many more people came this time."

He paused, then lowered his voice and said: "However, some people are also going just to watch the show."

"Watch the show?" Yun Ming raised an eyebrow.

The Disciple looked left and right, then whispered: "Deacon, you don't know? Elder Yao Chenzi's Personal Disciple, Senior Brother Su Mubai, heard about Deacon Yun's lecture content and felt that some of his claims were misleading. He is coming to challenge him today."

The expression on Yun Ming's face stiffened slightly.

"Su Mubai?"

"Yes, you don't know him?" The Disciple became animated. "Senior Brother Su is a prominent figure in our Outer Sect. He's at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, a Second-Rank Alchemist, and he's handsome and kind to others. Countless female Disciples run to the Alchemy Hall every day just to catch a glimpse of him. Originally, he was supposed to be the lecturer for the Outer Sect Alchemy Hall, but who knew a Deacon Yun would suddenly appear out of nowhere and take the position directly. Although Senior Brother Su doesn't say anything, he must be unconvinced in his heart."

After listening, Yun Ming's mouth twitched.

Good grief, Yao Chenzi didn't mention this to him at the time.

He took a deep breath, tried hard to keep his expression calm, asked a few more questions about Su Mubai's situation, and then let the Disciple leave.

After the person had walked far away, Yun Ming silently rolled his eyes.

Who did he offend to deserve this?

He hadn't even been in the Sect for a month, and he had already been framed, assassinated in the middle of the night, and now an Alchemy Genius had popped up to challenge him.

Once he found a way back to Da Qian, he would never join any Sect again.

Yun Ming rubbed his temples and continued walking forward.

The closer he got to the lecture hall, the more people there were. When he arrived, he stood on the periphery of the crowd and looked up, and was instantly stunned.

Inside the hall, thousands of seats were already completely filled.

Not only that, the aisles, windowsills, and even outside the doors were packed with people, a sea of heads, with at least three or four thousand people. Some brought their own cushions to sit on the ground, some simply stood, and others even climbed the trees outside just to see what was happening inside.

Yun Ming opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Last time he gave a lecture, there were only a dozen or so people in the audience.

This time, it had turned into several thousand.

Just as he was stunned, he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind:

"Senior?"

Yun Ming turned around and saw three familiar faces standing not far away, looking at him with surprise and joy. It was Qin Zhi, Zhou Ruo, and Fang Mo.

"Qin Zhi?" Yun Ming smiled too. "Why are you all here?"

Qin Zhi walked over quickly, looked him up and down, and said happily: "Senior, you really are here! I thought I had mistaken you for someone else."

Zhou Ruo also crowded over, chattering away: "Senior, Senior, why are you here too? Are you here to watch the show as well? I heard that a very impressive Deacon is giving a lecture today, and an even more impressive Senior Brother is going to challenge him!"

Fang Mo nodded silently from the side.

Yun Ming touched his nose and gave a dry laugh: "You could say that."

Qin Zhi had sharp eyes and suddenly saw the token hanging at his waist, her eyes widening into circles: "Senior, you... you are a Deacon of the Cangxuan Immortal Sect?"

Yun Ming looked down at the token and nodded: "I just joined not long ago."

The three looked at each other, and then the expressions on their faces changed from surprise to joy, and from joy to relief.

They found a relatively empty spot to stand, waiting and chatting. Yun Ming learned from them that Su Mubai had an excellent reputation in the Inner Sect—high cultivation, skilled at Alchemy, gentle and polite in his dealings, and never arrogant. Many Disciples had received his guidance or help, and whenever he was mentioned, they all praised him highly.

"I heard that every month he sets aside one day to go to the Outer Sect to help Alchemy Disciples answer questions for free," Qin Zhi said. "No matter what they ask, he answers patiently. Once, a Junior Brother asked questions for two whole hours, and he didn't show any impatience."

Zhou Ruo added: "And he is incredibly handsome! You'll see when he arrives later; he's truly like someone who walked out of a painting."

Listening to this, a thought suddenly popped into Yun Ming's mind.

Why does this resume sound so familiar?