221: There are no cultivators.

“Did he offend you somewhere?”

“When Lin Yi comes down the mountain, I’ll help you kill him, how about that?”

Jiang Wantang’s expression was serious and solemn, her voice calm, yet it carried a bone-chilling coldness that made one shiver.

Regardless of whether Junior Brother Lin Yi was right or wrong, or what his character was like, as long as he offended Xiao Che, Jiang Wantang would kill him without hesitation.

Even if it meant defying the world, she wouldn't flinch. Xiao Che was her inverse scale.

【Jiang Wantang felt murderous intent towards Lin Yi, emotional value + 34345...】

“I can handle this matter, Sister doesn’t need to worry too much.”

Hearing Jiang Wantang’s response, Jiang Che was completely relieved.

It seemed that the relationship between Sister and Lin Yi was indeed not good, so there was no need to worry too much about killing him.

The feedback from the emotional value couldn't be faked; at this moment, Jiang Wantang truly wanted to kill this arrogant dragon who hadn't yet descended the mountain.

I have to say... this feeling of being favored by Sister was just awesome!

Hearing the continuous system prompts in his mind, Jiang Che chuckled.

“Sister, let me put this on for you…”

As Jiang Che spoke, he picked up the storage bracelet from the wooden box on the table and gently placed it on Jiang Wantang’s fair, delicate wrist.

The bracelet was cool to the touch, exquisitely designed, with distinct edges, and shimmered with an azure glow.

Jiang Wantang lowered her gaze, watching silently, allowing Jiang Che to do as he pleased.

“Mission accomplished!”

Jiang Wantang didn’t wear many ornaments. Besides this star bracelet, she only had a jade bangle on her right wrist and a phoenix jade hairpin tucked into her hair.

As for the ancient glazed jade, which symbolized her identity as the reincarnation of the Empress, it was always worn around Jiang Wantang’s fair swan-like neck.

“My younger brothers and sisters probably don’t have this bracelet yet, do they?”

“Aren’t you afraid Xi Xi will be jealous if you give it to me?”

Jiang Wantang gently caressed the exquisitely designed crystal bracelet on her wrist, her tone slightly hesitant.

“Hmm… currently, there’s only one such bracelet, and I prepared it for Sister.”

“As for Xi Xi, she’ll definitely have one later, Sister, don’t worry.”

Although his approach was a bit scummy, there was currently only one such storage bracelet. If he gave it to Sister, Xi Xi would just have to wait.

At worst, he could just compensate Xi Xi in other ways.

“Smooth talker.”

Jiang Wantang gave Jiang Che a charming glance, no longer refusing, and accepted this very special gift with a clear conscience.

Pricking her index finger and dripping a drop of fresh blood onto the bracelet, Jiang Wantang instantly perceived a vast, ethereal mustard seed space within her sea of consciousness.

With a thought, the Green Frost Sword leaning nearby was directly stored in her storage space.

Repeating this, Jiang Wantang played with it quite happily.

While the Marrow Cleansing Pill, Mingyu Skill, and even the Great Return Pill that Jiang Che had given her were all within Jiang Wantang's understanding,

this mustard seed space that could store items truly exceeded her current comprehension. It was simply a means that only immortals could possess.

“Xiao Che, are you sure that Daoist Zhang isn't an immortal who descended to the mortal world?”

“Could it be the immortal Zhang Sanfeng from several hundred years ago, reborn!”

“Who can say for sure? Perhaps?”

Jiang Che casually made up an answer. How could there be any genuine cultivators in this world?

The Dragon Kingdom indeed had Daoists who cultivated various Daoist arts and possessed some mysterious and unpredictable abilities, but they cultivated a type of Qi called “Qi Body Source Stream.”

It was somewhat similar to the true qi cultivated by martial artists, largely the same, with no significant difference in essence. Compared to true cultivators, they were still far behind.

Of course, truly virtuous and capable Daoist priests lived a life of drinking morning dew and tranquility, far from worldly disturbances, and extending their lifespan was completely effortless.

Speaking of which, there must be one or two protagonists who are Daoists descending the mountain in this world, and he might encounter them in the future.

After all, Daoists descending the mountain and divine doctors descending the mountain were extremely common types of urban pleasure novels, almost too classic.

Hmm… and the useless son-in-law who endured for three years, serving his mother-in-law foot-washing water…