At this time, someone may want to ask, wouldn't it be okay to not use artifacts to transfer resources, but to throw the wealth carried out of the scales on the spot?
No.
The souls of the dead who died under the rules of [Golden Thread Immortal] in history tell all future generations with reality that any change in the rules of [Golden Thread Fairy] will cause fatal effects.
Mi August dared to risk her life to analyze the rules of [Golden Thread Immortal], not only because she had already guessed everything, but also because she was confident that she would not die at the hands of a nine-star monster. - Even if she didn't think of using the Book of Good and Evil and the Any Door to divert her resources, the Night Walker's vest was enough for her to deal with any monster.
The rules of [Golden Cord Immortal] cannot restrict the book of good and evil, and the book of good and evil contains any door leading to a place far outside Lingzhou in the mortal continent, which has long been separated from [ Within the scope of the rules of "Jinluixian", [Jinluixian] could not be judged as Mi August carrying wealth, and the competition between the rich and the poor was reversed.
Even if [Jinluixian] knew Mi August was cheating at that time, it could not change this.
——Guitan hunts according to the rules and is also bound by himself!
Mi August was the first person to cheat in front of [Golden Thread Fairy] since it was born, but it was helpless against her.
It didn’t want to continue playing with this person who could circumvent its rules, so it consciously avoided Mi August. As a result, Mi August chased him so hard that he couldn't get rid of him. He used facts to make him understand that this troublesome guy had a way of keeping an eye on him.
After discovering this, [Golden Ray Immortal] made the last grand noise. Just before that, the person who died under its rules was a seven-star high-level spiritual master. His own energy and resources carried It is enough to support this feast of black gold and rain stones.
[Jinluixian] is so big that it wants to attract all the spiritual masters who are still in Jinshiyuan, and then let these people kill each other. If it can't kill Mi August, let others kill her.
It is exactly in line with what Mi August said to Jin Su, "Maybe he was annoyed by us and lost his temper."
No need to look carefully at what happened next. Mi August passed by and continued to dig into Jinxianren's life. The key was the mystery of his life and death.
When the answer was revealed to Mi August, it was different from her earlier guess, which was not a surprise.
He died by the rules he created.
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Night.
Everything is quiet.
There is an oil lamp burning in a lounge in the clerk's room.
There is a stack of Night Tour newspapers on the table, which is a private collection in the library, including all editions of Night Tour newspapers since its inception.
Jin Su was reading at night by candlelight when suddenly an irresistible feeling of sleepiness came over him. Before he closed his eyes, he seemed to 'see' a figure appearing in the shadows.
Rather than ‘seeing’, it is more accurate to say ‘feeling’.
Because he could not determine the specific appearance of that figure at all. It was more like a conjecture generated in his soul, forming an illusion in his mind.
This vision was so mysterious and indescribable that it hit his soul directly, and its aftermath made him tremble from the inside out.
In this kind of soul trembling, he entered a mysterious and obscure state, as if he had lost his body, but he was aware of his own existence. The boundless surroundings made him fear from the bottom of his heart, fearing his own insignificance. You will be swallowed into the mysterious and great world at any time.
At this time, a hand in the distant horizon gently opened the veil of the world, passing by him as if unintentionally and looking for him.
The attraction of the soul, the instinct of survival, or deeper and more secret emotions made him subconsciously 'attach' to this hand.
In the end, he couldn't really get close. The seemingly close distance was actually far away. Only when he got closer did he realize how powerful this divine hand was, without the other party's permission. How dangerous it is to get close. Strong winds and huge waves swept his consciousness away, and he thought he was going to die here. When his consciousness was about to die, a vague door of light opened in front of him, and he fell into a quick tour.
Barren mountains, oppression by small forces, vowing to escape from the original predicament and pursue the way to become an immortal. Just taking the first step into the Immortal Sect had held him back for many years. During this period, he had to do all kinds of hard work and had no self-respect. He almost died many times. Either he was almost beaten to death, or he almost died of illness, or even... Almost starved to death.
His hard work paid off, and he finally found immortality and embarked on the path of calligraphy cultivation. However, his life was not much better than before. He just changed the place and the way to continue to live in poverty and hardship.
What he saw at the Lingxi Festival broke through his psychological defenses and opened up a way for him to create his own. Finally, when the mountains of his hometown were shining, he came to enlightenment and named his hometown Jinshiyuan and himself Jinxianren. , famous all over the world.
However, fate plays tricks on people, and his original rules hurt others and himself, completely imprisoning him in his deepest obsession.
Since he became famous, outsiders only know that Jin Xianren has a mysterious origin and is backed by Jin Shiyuan. He must have a profound background to have such a good fortune. He spends a lot of money and regards resources and wealth as nothing. No one will despise or trample on him anymore, and even those who have seen him will not associate him with the poor and embarrassed scholar he once was.
Only he knows how hard everything is now and how much he cherishes it. Therefore, he cherishes his life more than anyone else. He is persistent and hates his own rules. He does not dare to spend more resources and money on himself. Whenever he gets it, he will quickly squander it.
Since any resources he carries are considered his own wealth, he can't even buy magic weapons and elixirs. All he can squander is food, drink and fun. However, spiritual cultivation does not have a strong appetite for food, and even a glutton cannot keep eating, so the Golden Immortal began to retaliate for a period of time - for fun.
He can spend a lot of money when he is happy, or he can spend a lot of money when he is angry. No one can understand what his consumption standards are, but one thing is clear.
Golden Immortal loves beautiful women and fine wine, the former more than the latter.
Wherever he traveled, he helped many beauties, and even more of them had romantic relationships with him.
As for whether these romantic partners were pregnant or whether they gave birth to children, he didn't care about it, and he didn't decide who to stay to teach his bloodline.
His inferiority and selfishness have always been engraved in his bones, and he doesn't want others to know what his rules are, even if it's his own blood.
He traveled around and would rather scatter his resources and wealth everywhere than take care of the people around Jin Shiyuan, including his birthplace. Because that would arouse his negative emotions even more, and he didn't want to see himself making wedding clothes for others after returning to Jin Shiyuan.
Year after year passed like this, Jin Xianren occasionally went back to Jin Shiyuan and found that there were some more people in Jin Shiyuan, who were his dewy lovers and his children.
Golden Immortal only left them with the enlightenment of calligraphy cultivation. When asked about his cultivation method, he only left a sentence of "hard work and tempering the mind" and left.
This journey lasted for many years. When I returned to Jinshiyuan, I saw that his children had grown up and they had been practicing hard according to his words.
The descendants of the Jin family were undoubtedly very excited to see him, and they looked up to him for guidance.
The Golden Immortal was not cold-hearted enough to completely ignore them, and was pleased by their admiring eyes, so he actually guided them personally for a period of time. It's just that they still haven't been told the rules of [Golden Cord Immortal], and the reason is that they are not qualified.
It was during this period of guidance that the Golden Immortal accidentally discovered that his descendant’s bloodline carried the power of rules.
After studying the function of this regular bloodline, Immortal Jin became furious that day. His anger contained grief and anger, and he walked away under the eyes of all the descendants of the Jin family who did not know why.
After this trip, he never returned to Jin Shiyuan, and he lost even his interest in beauties, and he no longer increased the number of casual romances and unexpected children.
He became addicted to wine.
An inconspicuous day and place.
In the early morning, it is still dark.
The Golden Immortal spent the night drinking all his money and forgot to sober up, thinking he was in a dream.
A man was walking on the road when it was dark and planned to leave. He accidentally saw a beggar sleeping wrapped in a ragged quilt in the corner.
He let out a weird laugh. He didn't know who he was talking to, but he seemed to be talking to himself, "I, the dignified venerable sir, am poorer than this beggar on the street."
The power of rules brought the two of them together. Get involved.
On the balance between rich and poor.
The Golden Immortal was entangled to death by a piece of gold foil silk as big as a fingernail.
The gold foil accidentally fell on his clothes during a performance in the restaurant.
The Golden Immortal was not in pain when he died. He had a smile on his lips and thought he was in a dream.
In this dream, he finally indulged completely and tore off his shackles himself.
Perhaps it was not that he was unconscious a second before his death, but his subconscious knew that he could no longer stop it, so he allowed himself to indulge in it and not wake up.