"Fifth Senior Brother, you can open storage bags?" The disciple was curious. He had never seen his Fifth Senior Brother with this ability before.
"Yes!"
"Please wait a moment, Senior Brother."
The disciple hurriedly left and soon returned, handing a storage bag to Lu Ye. "Please help me open this storage bag, Fifth Senior Brother."
This was what Lu Ye had chosen from the pile of loot after the Insect Tide. At that time, there were hundreds of storage pouches piled up in the square, which was why Lu Ye had come here to unlock them for free.
Hua Ci's storage bag had been dealt with, but the cultivators under the sect still had a lot to deal with. Most of these storage bags came from the Feng Clan, so their quality was definitely not as good as Hua Ci's. No one knew what was inside. There might be something good, but there might also be a pile of trash.
Therefore, the people who obtained the storage bags kept them and didn't go to the nearby Tianji Business Union to open them. They didn't want to lose money.
Lu Ye took the storage bag and began to open it.
Soon, a group of people gathered around him. Everyone had heard that Lu Ye was helping people open their storage bags for free, so they all came over to take a look.
As his spiritual power surged, Lu Ye suddenly frowned. He raised his hand and threw the storage bag in his hand into the air.
Everyone looked up, only to see the storage bag burst into flames and turn into a fireball in the blink of an eye!
Lu Ye also looked up with a frown.
Bad start! The first storage bag was destroyed.
Originally, he wanted to use his skills to build a good reputation among the disciples. That way, he would have more storage bags to open. But in the end, he set off fireworks for everyone …
The lively scene suddenly quieted down, and the disciples all felt awkward.
"Fifth Senior Brother …" The disciple who came over with the storage bag looked at Lu Ye pitifully.
"Yours is gone."
Lu Ye looked at him calmly. "There's a risk in opening it."
"Oh." The disciple was dejected. His storage bag was destroyed because of his Fifth Senior Brother. How could he ask his Fifth Senior Brother to compensate? He could only accept his bad luck and comfort himself that the storage bag must be a pile of trash. He didn't feel bad about it at all.
Lu Ye's gaze swept across the surroundings. The disciples avoided his gaze, and some even hid their storage pouches behind their backs …
"You!"
Lu Ye pointed at a disciple, "Give me the storage pouch you're hiding behind you!"
The disciple was grief-stricken. How could he dare to disobey? He slowly walked up to Lu Ye and handed over the storage pouch that he had hidden earlier. He cautiously said, "Fifth Senior Brother, I'm not in a hurry. Take your time."
Lu Ye circulated his spirit energy to break the seal.
This time, things went very smoothly. A moment later, Lu Ye threw the bag of holding back to him.
"Alright."
The disciple was slightly startled. He hurriedly checked and found that the storage bag was indeed opened. He didn't know what good things were inside. He suddenly looked up and laughed. "Haha, I'm rich!"
He chuckled and hurriedly bowed to Lu Ye, "Many thanks, Fifth Senior Brother!"
"Next!" Lu Ye waved his hand.
He really could open the restriction lock! The group of onlookers was surprised. The first storage bag had been destroyed by Lu Ye, so no one dared to try again. Who would have thought that the second one would succeed?
"Fifth Senior Brother, this is mine." A female cultivator stepped forward and handed over the storage pouch she had obtained earlier.
Lu Ye broke the seal once more and threw it to her after a moment.
"Thank you, Fifth Senior Brother. You're amazing." The female cultivator praised Lu Ye and ran off happily.
With two successful precedents, more people dared to try. He succeeded more than ten times in a row without a single failure. This made the cultivators more confident in Lu Ye.
From the looks of it, the first storage bag that was destroyed was not because Lu Ye's skills were bad, but because of luck.
The news spread like wildfire and soon, a large number of cultivators gathered and took the initiative to line up.
There were occasional failures, but the situation was much better than yesterday. The result of failure was the destruction of the storage pouch. Regarding that, the few disciples could only admit that they were unlucky.
He busied himself until dawn before Lu Ye stood up and stretched lazily. He waved his hand and said, "Everyone, disperse. We'll continue tonight."
For the next few days, Lu Ye set up a stall in the market and only stopped after he had dealt with all the spoils of war that the disciples had obtained previously.
With the accumulation of experience in opening locks and the learning from Madam Yun during the day, his attainments in the Dao of Spirit Tattoos continued to improve.
With the improvement of his attainments, it was easier to understand those books. The knowledge he gained from the books increased his own attainments, forming a virtuous cycle.
The game with Madam Yun began to level up. Simple breaking of seals was no longer difficult for Lu Ye. Madam Yun began to set up formations for him to break.
This was the direction that Lu Ye wanted to learn. His ultimate goal was to break the sect-protecting formations of the various Myriad Devil Ridge stations! As long as he had the ability, he could get as many merits as he wanted in the future.
A cultivator's daily life, cultivation, and even combat were closely related to spirit tattoos. Therefore, many cultivators were no stranger to spirit tattoos and could even construct some spirit tattoos. However, they were far from being a real spirit tattooist.
Take formation cultivation as an example. In fact, it was also a branch of spirit tattooists because setting up a formation involved spirit tattoos.
It could be said that any spirit tattooist was an outstanding formation cultivator, but a formation cultivator was not equal to a spirit tattooist.
Today, Lu Ye was aware of Madam Yun's teaching guidelines. Everything started from cracking seals! It was the same when she asked Lu Ye to analyze those numerical spirit tattoos at the beginning.
Madam Yun didn't teach Lu Ye how to construct restrictions, but Lu Ye had deciphered so many restriction locks on storage pouches during this period of time, so he was already very familiar with the structure of restriction locks. If he had suitable materials, he could even make his own storage pouch right now. Of course, he couldn't guarantee the success rate, but practice made perfect.
This was the wisdom of Madam Yun's teaching. First break, then build!
When Lu Ye was able to easily break those restrictions, he naturally understood how to construct them. This was because he understood every part of those restrictions very well.
Right now, Madam Yun had not taught Lu Ye how to set up the formations, but in the process of breaking the formations, Lu Ye would naturally understand how the formations worked. Once he had perfectly broken through the various formations, he would be able to set up the formations himself.
On Mingxin Peak, Madam Yun looked at Lu Ye, who was focused on breaking the formations, with a complicated expression.
In her early years, she had actually taught a few disciples, but she had never used this method to teach any of them. This was because although this method was effective quickly, the requirements for talent were too high. If one's talent was insufficient, it would even have the opposite effect.
At first, she just tried it a little to see the effect. If it was not suitable, she would change to the normal teaching method. That method was effective slowly, but it was more reliable.
However, during this period of time, she found that Lu Ye was very suitable for this teaching method, which made her want to take Lu Ye as her disciple again.
The disciples she had taught in her early years were no longer there. As a top spirit tattooist, it was very sad that no one could inherit her mantle.
If it was the young man in front of her, he could definitely carry forward her mantle and even surpass her!
This idea surged in her heart every day, and finally she could not suppress it.
Leaving Lu Ye to break the formations alone, Madam Yun walked out, jumped, and rushed to Shouzhen Peak.
At the same time, the headmaster, who was teaching Yiyi in Shouzhen Peak, turned his head to look at Mingxin Peak and hurriedly said, "That's all for today. Go back and practice more."
"Yes!" Yiyi responded respectfully.
However, she saw the headmaster hurriedly run out, and then the headmaster's fawning voice came from outside. "Yun 'er, why are you here?"
Yun 'er? Yiyi's eyes were full of doubts. She followed him out and saw an unfamiliar beautiful woman standing in front of the headmaster with a cold face. The headmaster changed his usual dignified appearance and was smiling wholeheartedly.
This was that Madam Yun, right? Yiyi suddenly remembered that Lu Ye had mentioned a person, and Hu Po had also talked to her about this. After all, Lu Ye often rode Hu Po to Mingxin Peak, and Hu Po had seen Madam Yun several times.
"Shh!" Shuiyuan appeared out of nowhere and pulled her into the room. Then, she reached out and tore the window paper, sticking one eye on it to look outside.
Seeing this, Yiyi learned from her.
"The old man is going to be beaten," Shuiyuan suddenly said.
"What?" Yiyi was shocked.
As soon as her voice fell, the dignified and dignified Madam Yun punched out, causing the headmaster's head to fly back. With the headmaster's head as the epicenter, a burst of Qi exploded.
Yiyi trembled. She felt that Madam Yun's punch could shatter a mountain peak.
She didn't know why the headmaster was being beaten, but she saw that the headmaster didn't get angry after being beaten. He wiped the blood from his nose as if nothing had happened and sighed. "Yi Ye is already a disciple of Jade Blood Sect. How can he casually take an outsider as his master?"
"Casually? Outsider? "Madam Yun's tone suddenly rose." You're telling me now that I'm an outsider? "
"No … No, listen to my explanation!"
"Alright, I'm an outsider!" Madam Yun was furious, and the spiritual energy around her began to surge. "Then let me, an outsider, experience the skills of Jade Blood Sect's headmaster!"
Boom, boom, boom … Outside, powerful spiritual energy fluctuations exploded. Yiyi watched as the headmaster was sent flying and then disappeared without a trace.
Running out to take a look, she saw two figures chasing each other in the sky. It was very lively. From time to time, powerful spiritual energy fluctuations would spread out, but looking at it, it was the headmaster who was being beaten. Facing Madam Yun's continuous attacks, he was at most defending himself and never retaliating.
"Ai!" Shuiyuan sighed.
Yiyi was very worried. "Headmaster won't be beaten to death, right?"
"The old man's bones are tough, he won't die. Also, this kind of thing happens a few times every year. You'll get used to it in the future. "
Yiyi was puzzled. The headmaster was only a spiritual cultivator. Was it really okay for him to be beaten like this? Also, what did it mean that this kind of thing happened a few times every year?
She suddenly felt that it really wasn't easy for the headmaster to live until now.
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