The Young Matriarch

Chapter 297: Chapter 297: Losing a Hundred Million!

Bai Chuwei did have a Daoist name, but if she changed her group nickname to her Daoist name, she reckoned she would be kicked out by the group owner immediately. Reason: Blasphemy against a cultivator ancestor from a thousand years ago.

So she settled for a group nickname like this instead.

As for the new people sending red envelopes to the group, she knew that cultivators often possessed quite a bit of wealth, but they might not care for a group red envelope worth a few dozen yuan.

Bai Chuwei’s gaze fell upon the various Spirit Pills and Spiritual Water she had just developed on her desk, and an idea formed in her mind.

Her slender fingers tapped rapidly on the virtual keyboard, and she quickly wrote a small program.

[Ancestor: @everyone, there aren’t many red envelopes, only twelve, grab them if you’re fated to. ]

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Twelve red envelopes?

Isn’t this new member a bit too poor?

A few cultivators who were lurking couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking it didn’t matter whether they grabbed the new member’s red envelope or not.

People were still making snide remarks when suddenly, they saw that the new member with the nickname “Ancestor” sent out red envelopes, and a few cultivators immediately went to grab them!

Hehe, even a tiny mosquito is still flesh, after all.

As soon as they tapped to open it, it wasn’t the usual interface for grabbing red envelopes. Instead of showing the amount of money grabbed, there were names of individual items!

Zixia scattered and immortals grabbed Beauty Pills, Tianyang real people grabbed Heavenly Spiritual Pills, and the Undrunken Venerate grabbed Hundred Drunken Brew… And the lucky king Qingxuan grabbed a Foundation Establishment Pill.

Everyone: “???”

What the hell is going on?

[Ancestor: I just wrote a small program. For those who grabbed a red envelope, I will deliver the items to you later. ]

Are you … are you kidding me?

Beauty Pills, Heavenly Spiritual Pills, Taiqing Spiritual Water? These are in the red envelopes? They thought red envelopes were supposed to contain money!

Qingxuan was an old man who had with some difficulty accepted that this is an age of technology, where people don’t use Sound Transmission Talismans but instead make phone calls and send WeChat messages. However, he still could not come to terms with typing, so he simply sent a voice message in the group. @@novelbin@@

Qingxuan’s voice was trembling, “Ancestor, I … I grabbed a Foundation Establishment Pill? Is it the same Foundation Establishment Pill as I think it is?”

Bai Chuwei felt a bit surprised and asked back, “Is there another type? Isn’t it just a Spirit Pill that lets you immediately establish your foundation upon consumption?”

Suddenly, the group went silent.

Liao Sisi saw her master suddenly go weak at the knees and kneel on the ground, causing passersby to hurry past and look back, pointing and gossiping, thinking she, a young girl, was bullying an elder.

Liao Sisi, wishing she could cover her face and crying without tears, said, “Master, please get up, stop embarrassing yourself. You are, after all, the Sect Leader of the Qingxuan Sect!”

Qingxuan kept wiping his tears, his voice choked up, “Master, I’m so excited that my legs have gone weak.”

Qingxuan was now at the late stage of the Qi Refinement Realm. He had lived so many years without finding the profound mystery that would take him to the Foundation Establishment Stage, flitting about like a headless fly outside the gates. Who would have known that entering the group and grabbing a newcomer red envelop from Bai Chuwei, this ancient predecessor, he would grab a Foundation Establishment Pill?

A treasure like the Foundation Establishment Pill was something Bai Chuwei said she would give away as if it were nothing—she indeed was a huge golden thigh to hold on to.

The revitalization of the sect was now hopeful!

What a great thigh to cling to!

A bunch of lurking cultivators in the group … had they missed something earth-shattering?

Damn, that old guy Qingxuan, did he actually speak the truth this time?

Did a real big shot come into the group?

[(In seclusion, do not disturb): Too slow, is the big shot still giving red envelopes? I’ll stand guard. ]

[Konglingsi: Ziming, please look at your group nickname, what are you doing running out of seclusion? Also, is the big shot giving out another one?]

Bai Chuwei was amused.

[Ancestor: I’ve said it before, there are only twelve, no more. ]

A crowd of cultivators who did not grab a red envelope: … Damn, lost out on a billion!