Is there such a saying?
Zi Linling awkwardly touched her nose and said, "When does the Alchemy Convention start?"
"Three months later!" the six people said in unison.
"Alright then! I'll go out and do some things first. I'll see you in Central City in three months!" Zi Linling said. Su Dan Novel Network
Three months was enough time for her to do many things.
"Aren't you leaving with us?" Feng Mo asked, somewhat surprised.
Zi Linling nodded and said, "I still have some personal matters to attend to."
"Do you need our help?"
Feng Mo and Nian Youyu asked simultaneously.
Zi Linling shook her head.
It wasn't that she didn't trust the strength of the Alchemists Guild, but when it came to identifying the reincarnated bodies of other guardians, no one other than her and Ye Lingyuan could do it.
"If that's the case, be careful on your journey."
After Feng Mo finished speaking, he took out a token from his embrace.
The front of the token was engraved with the pattern of a cauldron and flames, while the back was a strong and vigorous number - nine!
"Girl, this is the Guild Master's token of the Alchemists Guild in Linxian City. Keep it safe!"
Feng Mo pushed the token towards Zi Linling and solemnly instructed her.
Zi Linling did not refuse and stored the token into the Nine Spirits Ring.
"Elder Feng, Elder Nian, four Guild Masters, I'll see you in Central City!"
...
Ten days later, Zi Linling arrived at another big city – Qing City.
Qing City was as prosperous as Linxian City, but there was no Alchemists Guild here.
This was because this was the territory of the Poison Masters Association, the sworn enemy of the Alchemists Guild.
At this moment, Zi Linling was sitting in a teahouse, leisurely drinking tea.
Opposite the teahouse was a stronghold of the Poison Masters Association.
"Little girl, what's the fun in drinking tea alone? How about I keep you company, alright?"
With a frivolous voice, a man with a pointy mouth and monkey cheeks, exuding an unholy aura, lecherously approached her.
"Nie Rufeng of the Dual Cultivation Sect!"
Among the surrounding tea guests, someone recognized the man and blurted out his identity.
When they realized Nie Rufeng's target was Zi Linling, they all looked at her with pity.
"This woman is finished if Nie Rufeng sets his sights on her!" someone sighed helplessly.
"I heard that this Nie Rufeng is notorious for his debauchery and cruelty. No woman he fancies can escape his clutches!"
"Exactly! Who told him to be the Holy Son of the Dual Cultivation Sect!"
"..."
"Scram!"
Zi Linling said coldly without even looking up.
Nie Rufeng lecherously chuckled, "Oh! So feisty! But I like it!"
Zi Linling frowned and said coldly, "Before I get angry, get as far away from me as you can!"
"Oh! Why so fierce? How about I take you for some fun, I guarantee you'll be so ecstatic you'll want to die, alright?"
As Nie Rufeng's words fell, the temperature in the teahouse instantly dropped.
"You're seeking death!"
Zi Linling was enraged. The teacup in her hand, carrying surging spiritual energy, flew towards Nie Rufeng.
Nie Rufeng was prepared. Spiritual energy surged from his palm, and he steadily caught the teacup.
"Little beauty wants to treat brother to tea? Then I'll humbly accept..."
Before he could finish speaking, he found that his entire hand had turned black.
"Poison!"
Nie Rufeng was greatly alarmed and quickly mobilized his spiritual energy to expel the poison.
Fortunately, the poison was not deep. In just a few breaths, he had forced the toxin out of his body.
He looked at Zi Linling warily and asked, "Are you from the Poison Masters Association?"
Poison Masters Association?
The faces of the surrounding tea guests showed a trace of dread. Some even began to quietly slip away.
"Scram!"
The only response Nie Rufeng received was still a cold, icy word.
Nie Rufeng sneered, "Very good! Even if you are from the Poison Masters Association, I'm afraid you'll have to come with me today!"