"Dad, come over here. I brought you a lot of good stuff from the Celestial Court."
An Lin led An Mingchuan to a small pavilion and began to fiddle with his storage ring with excitement on his face as he inspected the items within.
"What are you talking about? I don't lack anything here, so there's no need for you to bring anything here!" An Mingchuan spoke with a nonchalant expression.
"You really don't lack anything? You don't even want spirit tools? "An Lin chuckled.
As soon as these words came out, the entire pavilion quietened down.
Tian Lingling, Cui Zhe, and An Mingchuan all drew a sharp intake of breath as their eyes widened in shock.
What did spirit tools mean to cultivators on Earth? That was the most precious treasure of a large sect!
The number of spirit tools that had appeared in the entire Hua Nation could be counted on two hands.
"No, these things are too valuable! You can keep them for yourself, I don't want them! "An Mingchuan immediately refused after coming to his senses.
An Lin smiled. He knew what his father was worried about. "Don't worry, I have a lot of spirit tools here, you can pick whatever you want."
Soon after, his storage ring flashed, and six spirit tools appeared on the table, each exuding an intimidating aura.
There were three elementary rank spirit tools and three intermediate rank spirit tools. These were the treasures he had obtained when he was being robbed outside the Winter Dragon Tomb, and he had never sold them.
"Holy f * ck!"
Tian Lingling couldn't help but swear at the sight of the six spirit tools in front of her.
Cui Zhe swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stared blankly.
"How … how do you have so many …" An Mingchuan's eyes widened.
Just the spirit tools that An Lin had taken out accounted for half of all the spirit tools in the entire Hua Nation.
An Lin didn't think much of it. Spirit tools were extremely valuable even in the Kingdom of the Nine States, so it was no wonder that they were so shocked.
"Hurry up and choose, Dad. These weapons are going to rot in my storage ring, and I don't lack money," An Lin said with a heroic expression.
Dabai pursed his lips when he saw this. He knew that Big Brother An was already in his show-off mode.
Tian Lingling had initially wanted to insult An Lin, but now she had forgotten to speak. She could only stare blankly at the six spirit tools on the table, drooling from her mouth.
An Mingchuan didn't refuse. He preferred to use swords, so he chose an intermediate-rank spirit weapon, the Blue Frost Sword.
An Lin gave him a thumbs up. "As expected of my dad. Our family is destined to produce Sword Immortals!"
Tian Lingling: "… Are you praising yourself as a sword immortal again?"
Dabai: "Big Brother An is always like this."
After his father finished his selection, he looked at Tian Lingling and pointed to the spirit tools on the table. "You pick one of these spirit tools too."
Tian Lingling was dazed upon hearing this. She stared at An Lin with her large Woof Woof eyes. "Fake Daoist Priest, you … you mean you're going to give me a spirit tool?"
An Lin nodded. After all, she was a good friend he had made in the mortal world, and he had always been very generous to his friends.
"Wow! Sword Immortal An Lin, I love you to death! " Tian Lingling pounced toward An Lin excitedly and planted a kiss on the side of An Lin's face as she squealed with joy.
The term "Sword Immortal An Lin" was clearly very effective on An Lin, and a smug smile appeared on his face.
Then, he pointed at the spiritual weapons on the table and continued, "Quickly pick one that you like."
Tian Lingling nodded and chose a pair of white darts from the five spirit tools. These were elementary rank spirit tools, Flying Lightning Darts.
After making his selection, An Lin turned to Cui Zhe. "Uncle Cui, I told you I was going to give you a big present as well. You should pick a spirit tool too."
Cui Zhe was rooted to the spot as soon as An Lin finished his sentence.
Give him a spirit tool?
Are you kidding me?! This was a priceless spirit tool!
He had thought that An Lin would give him some good stuff, such as a precious magic tool or a priceless spirit pill, but never would he have thought that An Lin would give him a spirit tool!
"Uncle Cui, you're my father's teacher, please accept this gift."
An Lin spoke with a solemn expression after seeing that Cui Zhe was still in a daze.
An Mingchuan also laughed heartily. "Little Lin has grown up, this is a gift from him. Teacher, you should go and pick one up."
"This …" Cui Zhe looked at An Lin and An Mingchuan before finally taking a deep breath. "Alright, then I'll accept this gift."
He chose an elementary rank spirit tool, the Silver Blood Spear.
He held the spear in his hand, and his hands began to tremble as he sensed the energy fluctuations and spirituality emanating from the spear.
This was a spirit tool?
This was a gift of warmth?
Cui Zhe was a little dazed. This warmth was simply too warm, so warm that he felt as if his blood was boiling.
He had really grasped the right opportunity!
Teaching An Mingchuan everything he knew was the best decision he had ever made!
An Lin stowed the remaining three spirit tools into his storage ring before giving his father a dozen or so spirit pills of different effects, as well as two hundred thousand spirit stones. These would be enough for his father to use until he reached the Spirit Nurturing Stage.
Tian Lingling and Cui Zhe looked at the dazzling array of treasures in front of them, and they were already numb to it.
It was like watching a super-rich person squander one hundred million yuan after another. Even though that was a lot of money to them, after they became numb to it, it was just a number, and it wouldn't cause them much of a stir.
An Mingchuan was the one who was most shocked. Because he was the one who was receiving the money!
It was exactly because he had come into contact with the cultivation world that he was extremely shocked.
Setting aside the spirit pills and spirit tools, just the two hundred thousand spirit stones alone was more than he had ever seen in the cultivation department!
"Alright, that's all for the gift of warmth!" An Lin clapped his hands together with a joyful smile on his face. Why did he cultivate? Why did he fight? He couldn't explain it.
At this moment, his mood was very simple. He was just like a man who worked hard outside. When the company finally paid his salary, he would send money home to subsidize his family's expenses. He wanted to let his parents know that he was independent and that they could rely on him!
This was probably what he was feeling right now. This was a really good feeling, and An Lin really liked it.
After delivering the warmth, An Lin brought out the famous tea he had purchased in the Kingdom of the Nine States and tasted it with his father, Tian Lingling, and Cui Zhe.
The four of them sat around the stone table, chatting about cultivation and the things they had experienced in the past two years.
"So you're already at the Tenth Stage Dao Body? Not bad, you're improving quite quickly! "An Lin looked at Tian Lingling with surprise on his face.
Tian Lingling humphed lightly and didn't reply.
Even in The United University of Cultivation, the speed at which her cultivation base was progressing at was extremely impressive. However, in front of An Lin, she was completely crushed into nothingness.
She had initially planned to bully An Lin a little when he came back, or at least catch up to him.
Who would have thought that after two years, she would finally reach the Spirit Nurturing Stage, but An Lin was already close to the f * cking Soul Formation Stage! She almost suffocated from anger.
"Ms. Tian Lingling is indeed the most talented cultivator among the new generation of cultivators in the Hua Nation," Cui Zhe chimed in.
"Of course not! Don't forget about Uncle An," Tian Lingling said with a wide grin.
"Haha, I forgot about An Mingchuan." Cui Zhe rubbed his hands together and chuckled. "He entered the sect late, but he's doing very well. Be careful not to be overtaken."
An Mingchuan didn't really care about cultivation. After learning that An Lin had descended into the mortal world with a mission, he immediately asked the question that he was most concerned about. "Little Lin, did Xu Xiaolan come with you?"
An Lin faltered slightly before nodding. "Er, she did come with me. Why?"
"Why didn't you bring her to see me?" An Mingchuan slapped his thigh with a furious expression.
An Lin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Why would I bring her to see you? She has her own things to do."
"What things?"
"Er, shopping."
"…"
An Mingchuan heaved a forlorn sigh and shook his head.
With his son's EQ, did he get his last girlfriend from the lottery?
Just as An Mingchuan was sighing in resignation, a ringtone suddenly sounded. It was An Lin's phone.
An Lin pulled out his phone to find that it was a call from Xu Xiaolan.
Heh, speaking of Xiaolan, Xiaolan was here.
He answered the call. "Hello, how's it going?"
Xiaolan's urgent voice sounded from the other side of the phone. "Bad news, An Lin, something bad has happened!"
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