Let’s Talk About That Guy Who Transmigrated to Pursue Me

"No, no, no blood oath." Wen Xuan quickly stopped in a cold sweat.

He was really scared. Picking up a blood contract for nothing seems to be a very cheap thing, but it is only for those who are irresponsible. And for a responsible person like Wen Xuan...what's the joke, if someone really makes a blood contract for him, wouldn't he have to bear responsibility for the rest of his life?

"You only need to make the most common oath to ensure that this matter will not be leaked out." Wen Xuan emphasized, "The most common one."

The boy held up his bitten finger, and confirmed with his eyes, "The most common?"

Wen Xuan nodded repeatedly.

The boy moved his gaze to the fingertips that had oozes bleeding beads, and gave a light tusk, his face was disappointed.

Why are you disappointed? Wen Xuan couldn't help but sweat a little more on his forehead, and he couldn't understand this guy at all.

Fortunately, under Wen Xuan's explicit request, the young man finally stopped thinking about it. He curled his mouth, cleaned the wound on his fingertips a little, and then raised his three fingers up to make a gesture, obediently, "I simply swear to the sky here, if the matter of today is leaked out, it will be Thunder strikes, it’s hard to die."

This oath was really ruthless... but compared to a blood contract, it was only a trivial matter. Wen Xuan couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Now that the other party has so promised, his purpose for this trip can be considered achieved. Then he didn't want to continue to entangle here, so he decisively got up and said goodbye, only at the end said politely, "Jiang Brother, I really trouble you today."

Yes, through this oath, Wen Xuan finally knew the name of this boy. Simple, but unique and easy to remember.

After he said, he turned around.

"Brother," Jian Jian stopped behind him, "have you already known it? It's because of the problem..."

Wen Xuan stagnated and couldn't help but pause in place.

"Who found the exercises you are practicing now?" Jian asked again.

Wen Xuan turned his head, with a slightly alienated smile on his face, "This has nothing to do with you, right?"

Simply pursed his lips. He wanted to establish contact but was blocked. He and Wen Xuan are still just strangers meeting for the first time.

"Brother." Then he raised his head again and said firmly, "You will come to me again."

Wen Xuan gave a dry smile, secretly saying that there was nothing inexplicable, and ignored it, and finally opened the door and walked out.

After waiting outside, Wen Xuan looked at the sky and realized that he had been here for half an hour. He quickly set up Eunyun and flew out of the hill in an instant.

Logically speaking, he should immediately go to the younger brother who has a way of refining tools.

In fact, he went to the Deacon's Hall at the outer gate first. He decided to look up the young man named Simple. After all, that young man really gave him too many weird feelings. It seemed that under the familiar surface, he had a deep and unidentified atmosphere at all times. It was not like an ordinary outsider. Sect disciple, he couldn't help but care.

"Nephew Wen, why are you free to come over today?" The elder deacon from the outer door greeted him and greeted him politely.

Wen Xuan responded politely, and then briefly explained his intentions and asked him for the list of disciples from the outer sect.

As for how many disciples can be found in this list of disciples, Wen Xuan actually doesn't have much bottom line, considering the nuances that may be behind the simplicity, just give it a try.

As a result, he flipped it casually, really...even the ancestors had been on it for eight lifetimes.

Simple, born in the Jiufeng City east of Shuiyunzong. His ancestors made a living by collecting elixir, and he has been collecting elixir for several generations. By his father's generation, he finally saved enough money to open a small elixir shop. It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. Two months ago, his father fell seriously ill and died. The shop was also occupied by relatives. Then he simply packed up his things and left Jiufeng City, and walked into the outer gate of Shuiyunzong.

This record is quite detailed. Including when Jian was born, what his father's name is his mother's name, where did he grow up, when did his father open the shop, what is the name of the panacea shop, and who is now being passed on Above, everything is clear.

But... just like that?

An ordinary son of an ordinary elixir shop in an ordinary Xiancheng?

Wen Xuan turned over the roster in his hand in amazement, and read the simple pages over and over several times. The more I looked at it, the more I couldn't believe it, and I wanted to see a flower between the lines. But it seems that this is really the case.

"Magic nephew," the elder deacon at the outer door asked suspiciously, "this Jane family boy, is there something wrong?"

"Jian family boy?" Wen Xuan was surprised, "Do you know Uncle Master?"

"It's barely a acquaintance. When his father was still there, he often encountered him when he went to Jiufeng City to collect medicine."

Well, even the personal certificate is there. It seems that the guy has lived in Jiufeng City all the time, and he is really just the son of a small elixir shop shopkeeper.

Wen Xuan still felt a little dazed.

So is he suspicious? Is it really just a guess why Simple can say those things?

And the reason why Jian is so inexplicably looking forward to the blood contract, is it really just because... familiar?

... It's terrible to be familiar with yourself.

Wen Xuan shook his head, finally closed the roster in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh.

Okay, after all, it's just an outer brother who is one-sided. Wen Xuan said goodbye to the deacon elder again, and finally he could find the younger brother who had a way of refining tools.

Speaking of refining tools, in fact, there is a refining hall in Shuiyunzong, but that refining hall is the site of Elder Luo, and Wen Xuan really doesn't want to go there if it is a last resort.

The younger brother he was looking for now knew a famous crafting family in Beining Zhou.

The refining family is quite famous, and outsiders want them to make a move, but the spirit stone is not enough, they have to find a way to obtain a token issued by their clan. And this Junior Brother saved a junior in their clan years ago, so he got such a token. Wen Xuan came here just to use this token.

As a result, when Wenxuan reached the ground, as soon as he explained his intentions, the junior sighed at him, "Ah, Senior Brother Wen, you are late..."

It turned out that this junior brother had a low hand bet with someone a few days ago. He lost the bet, and just happened to export the token.

"Who lost to?" Wen Xuan asked quickly.

"It's the one on the east side of the mountain, that one..." This junior hasn't stayed at the outer door for a long time, and obviously he doesn't recognize the whole person. Fortunately, although he didn't remember the name, he still remembered where the other party lived, and Dang even pointed out the direction to Wen Xuan.

Wen Xuan looked in this direction, and found something wrong half way. Why does this direction seem familiar?

But for a moment, he returned to the familiar hill and saw the familiar cabin. The familiar young man stood in front of the house with a look of expectation, obviously waiting for something.

The corner of Wen Xuan's mouth twitched, and he turned his head quickly before Jian Jian could see himself.

He didn't know why he was running. Anyway, he suddenly felt that just going to the refining hall in the sect was actually not such an unacceptable thing.

When Wenxuan returned from the outer door to the inner door, it was already evening. He rested and adjusted his breath, and it was not until the next day that he left for the refining hall.

There are six disciples under Elder Luo's sect. The refining hall is usually run by his three disciples, but other disciples occasionally come to take turns.

As soon as Wen Xuan entered the refining hall, a jealous voice rang in his ear, "Brother, what a coincidence."

Yeah, I'm so dead, isn't it just such a coincidence. The one sitting here today happened to be Luo Qingquan.

Wen Xuan took out the broken Canglan sword from his storage bag and placed it directly in front of his eyes, "Can it be repaired?"

Luo Qingquan glanced, mocked, "Do you really want to continue using this broken sword?"

Wen Xuan did not answer. For so many years, he has known the same school brother, if he wants to get along with this guy, there are only two words: ignore.

Luo Qingquan waited from left to right over there, unable to wait for his reaction, he was really boring, and obediently took the two cutting swords over. He stayed by Elder Luo for so long, not to mention how much he had learned, his vision was okay. But for a moment, he raised his eyebrows, revealing a somewhat playful look.

"How?" Wen Xuan finally stopped ignoring him.

Just listen to Luo Qingquan slowly opening his mouth, "I can repair it."

"Oh?" Wen Xuan's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Don't be too happy." Luo Qingquan said again, "First prepare a good piece of black gold ore."

The repairing artifacts need to use the corresponding materials, Wenxuan naturally understands. He doesn't have this black gold ore on hand, but he has accumulated a lot of sect contribution points. It must be enough to go to Baiwulou to change one.

Just as the Baiwu Tower was right next to the Refining Hall, Wen Xuan retrieved the Broken Sword and ran over.

Surprisingly, Luo Qingquan actually followed behind him and accompanied him to the Baiwulou. And along the way, Luo Qingquan smiled weirdly at the corners of his mouth, as if he was waiting for a good show.

Wen Xuan didn't care about him, and went in to explain his reason when he arrived at the Baiwu Building, only to get a jaw-dropping reply.

"It's over?"

"Yes." Baiwulou disciple nodded, "Originally there were 13 black gold ores in stock, but they were all replaced by a disciple yesterday morning, and there will be no more purchases at least next month."

next month? Wouldn't it be that I have not used my sword for the entire month?

Wen Xuan was stunned for a while, then suddenly turned his head to look, and saw that Luo Qingquan on the side was already laughing more and more freely, obviously he knew this had happened a long time ago. This Junior Brother Luo is simply psychologically distorted, as long as he sees Wen Xuan deflated, he is happy.

"How is it, brother?" Luo Qingquan looked malicious, "There are so many things in my clan, do you want me to give you a little? As long as you ask me sincerely, it is not impossible to consider!"

Wen Xuan turned his head back with no expression on his face, and asked the disciple of Baiwulou, "I don't know which Junior Brother changed it?"

When the man turned over the record in his hand, he whispered in surprise, "It's actually from the outside."

In the Shuiyun Sect, the outer disciple can also use the sect contribution value to exchange items in Baiwulou, but it is about 30% more expensive than the inner disciple. A man who can exchange thirteen pieces of black gold ore in one go is considered a small rich man.

But for some reason, Wen Xuan suddenly felt an ominous premonition.

In this ominous premonition, he watched the Baiwulou disciple say the following sentence.

"It's Jane."