The Darling of Heaven Owns a Rip-off Shop-Chapter 89 - 32: Heaven’s Chosen Ones

He remembered it now, that day Elder Yinglong came rushing in like the wind, wagging his tail twice at Tianmiao. That was Elder Yinglong!

Moreover, Elder Yinglong, who was usually so stingy, actually "spent freely like water" for Tianmiao.

Thinking of this, more cold sweat dripped from the Sect Leader’s forehead even faster.

He should really go sleep and wake up from this daylight dream.

The Sect Leader wiped away his cold sweat and then looked on the bright side.

No matter how powerful a Sword Spirit Tianmiao might be, for now, he doesn’t seem to harbor any ill intentions towards Ye Chenfeng or the Canglang Sect. He really seems to be acquainted with Yinglong. Even considering Yinglong’s connection, he probably won’t do anything harmful to Canglang Sect, right?

On the contrary, out of respect for Yinglong or perhaps the Sect’s own disciples, should Canglang Sect ever face difficulties, this powerful Sword Spirit might even lend a helping hand.

Thinking about this, the Sect Leader’s cold sweat stopped, and he began to feel pleasantly optimistic.

Even now, the Sect Leader was firmly convinced that Tianmiao was a Sword Spirit, possibly one that had accompanied a great being in the past.

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At this moment, Ye Chenfeng had already arrived at Wanbian Peak, his lips twitching slightly as he watched Yinglong carefully select jewelry and clothes for Tianmiao.

Seeing Ye Chenfeng arrive, Yinglong greeted, "Ah, icy boy, come over and help Tiantian choose. What do you think of this hairpin? It suits Tiantian’s temperament, doesn’t it? And this vestment robe? Ah, who forged this? It’s really nice, elegant and beautiful, fits Tiantian perfectly."

"It was me, it was me." A cultivator stepped forward excitedly to reply.

"Oh, not bad, not bad, keep up the good work, and next time forge an even more stunning design. These are for you." Yinglong pulled out a handful of artifact refining materials, casually handing them over to the excited cultivator.

The cultivator barely restrained himself from howling to the sky that he had struck it rich. What Yinglong gave was worth more than a hundred times the value of the vestment robe he had crafted! Even if he couldn’t use them, he could sell them for other refining materials he needed, enough to last him for ten or eight years.

Ye Chenfeng silently moved to Tianmiao’s side, watching as Tianmiao played with a delicate hairpin in his hand, but he paused just as he was about to speak. A command paper crane flew before him.

It was the Sect Leader’s command paper crane.

Ye Chenfeng received the paper crane, and the Sect Leader’s voice entered his mind. Slightly furrowing his brow, he still spoke to Tianmiao, "Tianmiao, the Sect Leader has a task for us to do."

"Sure." Tianmiao put away the hairpin in his hand and stood up with a smile, "When do we leave?"

"Now," said Ye Chenfeng. He had just parted from the Sect Leader, who hadn’t mentioned it then; it seemed like he suddenly received a report upon returning to the Main Hall, prompting him to eagerly send the message.

"Ah, where are you guys headed?" Yinglong pushed forward a large pile of things towards those people and hurriedly said, "Wait for Tiantian to finish up and come back to choose. None of you should slack off. Focus diligently, don’t spend all your effort on shortcuts. Finish your cultivation, then refine the artifacts I need. Otherwise, I’ll break your legs. Don’t lose sight of what’s important, the Canglang Sect must not fall because of you."

Ye Chenfeng glanced at Yinglong somewhat astonished, not expecting him to say something like that.

"Then let’s go." Tianmiao said, looking at the slightly surprised Ye Chenfeng with a smile, "Yinglong might be a bit unreliable at times, but he’s very clear-headed when it comes to serious matters, and he won’t forget his own mission, or more precisely, the promise he made to the founding ancestor of your Canglang Sect."

Ye Chenfeng’s heart trembled slightly as he watched Yinglong still scolding the disciples of Wanbian Peak, feeling like it was the first time he truly recognized this Elder Yinglong, who usually only knew how to eat, drink, and bask in the sun.