The senior sister who refuses to fall in love has become a god.

"If you can't, you can't. Why be angry?"

For a long time, Qian Shu only knew how to lock himself in a room and practice.

Apart from a few junior brothers and sisters from his own sect, the only one he knew well was Yu Qianmo.

It's just that Yu Qianmo never told her these things, and Qian Shu never asked her about them, so she was not good at empathizing with others and did things in a rigid and emotionless way, like a real ice lump.

Faced with some well-known things, Qian Shu was as confused as an ignorant child.

"It should be said whether you are really stupid or fake. Everyone knows that Ziyang Cauldron is a rare and top-notch alchemy furnace. If you ask for it right away, those who don't know think you are a fool."

A cold and arrogant voice sounded from behind.

Qian Shu frowned and looked over, and a rebellious young man appeared in front of her.

The young man wears a neat high ponytail, has a slender face, a straight nose, broad eyebrows, obvious eyebrow arches, slender eyes, the ends of his eyes are slightly raised, and there is a red mole on the tip of his nose.

Qian Shu really didn't know what the Ziyang Cauldron was, but after hearing what the young man said, he felt uncomfortable.

"Who are you?"

The young man was a little surprised. He was really doubtful before seeing her eyebrows.

He sneered and raised his chin slightly: "My name is Chu Zicheng."

Qian Shu was slightly stunned. It was not the achievement of this name that shocked her, but the storybook in her memory. Chu Zicheng was also a male partner, but in the end because he was too proud and arrogant, he was directly used as cannon fodder by others.

Chu Zicheng thought he had charmed her, so he couldn't help but smile.

"Don't look at me so blankly. Although you are good-looking, you can't hide your stupid nature. But if you are willing to beg me, I will tell you how to obtain the materials for Ziyang Cauldron."

Qian Shu looked at him as if he were an idiot: "No wonder you died early."

Chu Zicheng was stunned for a moment, then became furious: "Who are you asking for death? I kindly gave you clues and you are not satisfied yet. I tell you, you deserve to be unable to find the Ziyang Cauldron for the rest of your life."

"Then tell me, where is the Ziyang Cauldron?"

"Humph, there is no Ziyang Cauldron in the entire Xuan Sect, so naturally they are all in the hands of the elders of the Wan Yao Sect."

"Aren't you talking nonsense? Of course, good things are in the hands of the elders, but that's useless. I just want to find an unmanned Ziyang Cauldron to apologize."

Qian Shu said calmly with a cold voice.

"If you want to find an unmanned cauldron, it's impossible unless you find someone to refine it yourself."

Chu Zicheng crossed his arms and snorted.

This woman is simply having wild dreams. You must know that the reason why Ziyang Cauldron is extremely precious is because Ziyang Gold is hard to find.

Apart from the distant Illusion Sea, the only ones that are close are the Forest of Dust and the Purple Gold Mine in Yucheng.

However, there are many monsters in the Forest of Dust, and purple gold ore is a necessary food for some monsters, so naturally it is impossible for them to collect it.

And Yucheng is very special, a place that ordinary cultivators will not set foot in.

The amount of Ziyang gold needed to cast the Ziyang Cauldron was not a small amount, so Chu Zicheng thought she was having a fantasy.

"After all, you Wuliang Dao Sect can't create anything. Forget it, then I'll think of other ways."

After Qian Shu finished speaking, he left quickly.

Chu Zicheng quickly stopped her: "Wait a minute, I haven't finished speaking yet. Why are you in a hurry? You have no patience at all."

Qian Shu looked at him with a pair of ruthless amber eyes and motioned for him to continue.

The silver plum blossoms on her black hair shimmered slightly under the blue sky.

Chu Zicheng was stunned and cleared his throat: "Ahem, actually, if you beg me, I can help you make it..."

After listening to his words, Qian Shu turned around and left.

Chu Zicheng was anxious and hurriedly pulled her. His hand that wanted to pull her sleeve accidentally touched her fingers.

Her fingers were cold but soft, as if they had touched ice-skinned glutinous rice.

Chu Zicheng's face suddenly turned red. It was no exaggeration to say that it was faster than burning iron, burning from his neck to his ears and then to his cheeks.

Chu Zicheng's voice weakened: "Can't you just listen to what others have to say? Even if you don't ask me, I can help you build the Ziyang Cauldron, but only if you find the raw material Ziyang Gold."

Qian Shu looked at his red face and asked, "Why are you turning red when you have nothing to do? Also, I want to ask you, what level of weapon refiner are you?"

"Two levels, but don't look at me. I'm only two levels. In fact, my forging power has already reached the level of an eighth...seventh level weapon refiner."

Chu Zicheng said proudly: "If it weren't for the lack of materials, I would definitely be more than this."

"So, when you said you wanted to help me, you were actually doing it to advance yourself?"

"Otherwise, if other monks didn't have any great ambitions, I would have been promoted long ago."

Chu Zicheng spread his hands: "Well, it's no wonder. After all, there are fewer people with career ambitions like me. No wonder there are no monks in the world of cultivation who can be admired by others."

Generally, monks rarely use Ziyang Gold, and alchemy cultivators are often not strong enough. Chu Zicheng has always wanted to build a Ziyang Cauldron, but the weather is unfavorable, the earth is unfavorable, and people are at odds.

After listening to his words, Qian Shu suddenly had the desire to hit someone.

Although this Chu Zicheng was unforgiving, Qian Shu could feel that he was quite strong, at least to the extent that he had already established a foundation.

After the monk builds the foundation, the spiritual energy surrounding him will become more intense. Qian Shu can feel that the spiritual energy around him is one level higher than his own.

She pursed her lips slightly: "Then where should we find Ziyang Jin?"

Chu Zicheng narrowed his eyes, and the tails of his eyes turned up like a swallow's tail.

"Go to Yucheng."

Qian Shu was startled. Although Yucheng was not far from Xuanzong, Yucheng was a very chaotic place with a mixture of humans and demons.

But if it is just interpersonal chaos, it is nothing. The main reason is that a major event happened in Yucheng many years ago. The original Demon Emperor died here, and Yucheng has been shrouded in miasma ever since.

Ordinary people would have nothing to do there, but if a monk went to Yucheng, he would be infected with the miasma, his cultivation would regress, or he would have inner demons and his mind would be confused.

It was a tacitly forbidden area among the monks.

Qian Shu lowered his eyes and said nothing for a while.

Chu Zicheng suddenly felt bored: "I know you don't dare, forget it, you better go. Before going to bed every day, worship the Xuanzong ancestor and pray that he will give you a Ziyang Cauldron in your dreams."

Qian Shu raised her eyes, a pair of amber eyes filled with a hundred days of warm light. Her expression was still cold, giving off a strange feeling.

"I can go with you, but I haven't built a foundation yet. Do you dislike it?"

Chu Zicheng's eyes widened: "Farewell."

Qianshu:......