Chapter Ninety-Seven: Picking Up Trash

Glancing at Jiang Xiaoxiao, noticing she hadn’t yet finished the piece of meat in her hand, Ye Wuya paid no mind and tore off another thigh, devouring it fiercely and ravenously.

Jiang Xiaoxiao ate in small bites. Ye Wuya glanced over; each time she tore off a small piece, she discreetly brought it to her mouth from beneath her veil.

Ye Wuya wondered silently, what were the customs of the Celestial Moon Sanctuary? Was it required for the Sacred Maiden to wear a veil?

“Is it tasty?” Ye Wuya asked casually.

“Mm-hmm, delicious!” Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded, finishing the last bit of meat. She took out a handkerchief, turned her head, and wiped her mouth.

Ye Wuya beckoned with his hand. A flash of cold light, and the blue longsword sliced off another small piece of meat that hovered before Jiang Xiaoxiao.

She nodded, accepted the meat floating from the sword, and said, “Thank you, Senior Ye!”

Then she raised her other hand, a ring on her finger emanating a faint white glow. A white wine bottle appeared in her palm, which she offered to Ye Wuya.

“Senior, please have some wine.”

“Mm.” Ye Wuya responded, accepting the bottle. His greasy palm twisted off the cap, tilted his head back, and took a gulp. The warm wine burned through his throat down to his lungs, refreshing his spirit. He sighed softly, “Good wine!”

Ye Wuya had seen the spatial ring on Jiang Xiaoxiao’s hand before. When Xue Qing took out three similar rings, each bore the character “Moon” engraved upon them.

Suddenly, Ye Wuya seemed to recall something. He pulled a cloth bag from his waist, glanced at it, and tossed it to Jiang Xiaoxiao.

“Help me open this!”

Jiang Xiaoxiao hurriedly caught the bag, glanced at it twice, nodded, and closed her eyes.

At once, Ye Wuya sensed a force surrounding Jiang Xiaoxiao, one that resonated with his own sword intent.

This power was gentle, unlike Ye Wuya’s fierce, overbearing, and sharp killing aura. It was invisible yet palpably real.

“Could it be soul energy?” Ye Wuya pondered. When he battled Lu Li, Lu Li repeatedly drew talisman papers from this very bag—so many that Ye Wuya grew frustrated.

After slaying Lu Li, Ye Wuya casually took the bag, thinking it contained many items. But he found he couldn’t open it. Then, with so many things happening afterward, he had forgotten about it until seeing Jiang Xiaoxiao with the wine reminded him.

“Boom!”

An inaudible muffled sound came from the small bag in Jiang Xiaoxiao’s hand.

“Senior Ye, it’s done. I’ve broken the seal on this Qiankun Bag!” Jiang Xiaoxiao smiled as she handed the bag to Ye Wuya.

A Qiankun Bag? It was likely similar to a spatial ring, a storage tool for cultivators.

Ye Wuya wiped his greasy hands on his clothes and took the bag from Jiang Xiaoxiao.

He had long coveted the contents of this bag, which Lu Li had once flaunted. Even now, recalling it brought a lump to his throat—the disparity between a common player and a wealthy player was enormous!

Unable to win, just hurling talisman papers, throwing treasures...

He pulled open the bag’s mouth gently, sure enough, it opened. Looking inside, he cursed under his breath—this guy!

There were talisman papers, medicinal herbs, daily necessities, and the talisman papers were extraordinary in number, scattered everywhere.

Ye Wuya’s heart surged with excitement, though his face remained calm. He reached in and grabbed a handful of talisman papers, pulling them out casually.

The cryptic strokes and lines on the papers were incomprehensible to him.

He pulled out another pile of talisman papers and some herbs. In no time at all, talisman papers were heaped around him.

Jiang Xiaoxiao stared blankly, expressionless, and asked, “Senior, why do you have so much… trash in your Qiankun Bag?”

Uh!

Ye Wuya paused. Trash?

Damn, to call these treasures trash! Those “trash” had him dodging and fleeing in a mess back then!

Of course, this was only Ye Wuya’s inner complaint.

Outwardly, he maintained the dignified demeanor of a senior master.

“This isn’t my storage bag. I picked it up on the road,” Ye Wuya said casually. He couldn’t admit he had snatched it from someone else; Jiang Xiaoxiao had called it trash, and if he admitted robbing it, wouldn’t that be robbing trash? Such a loss of face was out of the question.

“Oh, I thought so. How could your Qiankun Bag be so easily broken open and filled with trash? So it’s something you picked up!” Jiang Xiaoxiao said with sudden enlightenment.

But Ye Wuya felt something was off, though he dared not argue.

Maintaining a stern face, Ye Wuya remained silent, unwilling to respond. That remark was impossible to retort.

What did it mean? Nothing good, clearly implying that Ye Wuya had collected trash!

Seeing Ye Wuya’s face darken, Jiang Xiaoxiao immediately realized her words’ unintended implication and panicked.

“Senior Ye, please don’t misunderstand. I didn’t mean it like that. I meant, how could you have this trash? No, that’s wrong—I meant you wouldn’t value this trash either, but no, that’s not right…” Jiang Xiaoxiao’s words only tangled further, flailing her hands anxiously as if about to cry.

Ye Wuya glanced at her and inwardly chuckled like a pig’s grunt. He couldn’t help but be amused by this little girl—calling him a trash collector! Ha ha ha.

“Enough, I know you didn’t mean that. Eat your meat and shut your mouth,” Ye Wuya said coldly and continued rummaging through the bag.

Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded silently and resumed nibbling her meat.

Ye Wuya turned the Qiankun Bag upside down, shook it, ensuring he had taken out everything.

Only then did he begin sorting the items carefully—they were his first treasure trove, how could he not cherish them?

He meticulously laid them out one by one, categorizing them.

The scattered talisman papers weren’t many, only a few dozen, while the rest were neatly stacked.

Satisfied, he surveyed his organized haul.

“My memory is a bit off now. I’ll ask, you answer. Say one word too many, and I’ll throw you out!” Ye Wuya said coldly, his face stern.

“Mm-hmm, I understand. Senior, please don’t be angry!” Jiang Xiaoxiao obediently nodded.

“What’s this?” Ye Wuya pointed to the neatly categorized pile on the far left.

“Senior, these are Level One Divine Movement Talismans!” Jiang Xiaoxiao glanced and replied obediently.

Having already angered Ye Wuya, Jiang Xiaoxiao dared not speak further, afraid of provoking him again.

“Usage?” Ye Wuya inquired.

“Senior, just stick it on your leg. It activates automatically. Level One lasts about half an hour,” Jiang Xiaoxiao answered.

Upon hearing this, Ye Wuya took two Divine Movement Talismans, stuck one on his leg. The talisman seemed to cling on by itself, not falling off.