Chapter 28: Offering Relics

  The sky gradually brightened, and the red sun rose above the sea, breaking through layer upon layer of misty clouds, flowing with countless colorful hues.

  Chu Ping got out of bed and finished washing up, but Yang Tian was still lying in bed and refused to get up. He didn't fall asleep until 3 am, and now he was lazily crawling on the bed with sleepy eyes and a dazed expression.

  Chu Ping urged him on, but seeing that he was still stubborn, she gave up and turned on the TV, fiddling with the remote control to change channels.

  Yang Tian heard the TV sound and stuck his head out, but what was being played on TV was the morning news.

  "Hey, Xiao Ping, have you heard that saying? Chinese news can be divided into three parts. The first part says the Chinese leaders are all very busy, the middle part says the people's lives are very happy, and the last part says foreigners are living in a world of turmoil, what's there to see!"

  Chu Ping hehe smiled and turned her head, "Then you'd better get up, don't wait until Han Yu calls to hurry you!"

  Yang Tian smiled and said, "Do you think it's possible! Han Yu will absolutely not call to urge me, just like Wei Qing won't call to urge either!"

  Chu Ping was slightly stunned, and subconsciously reached for the phone in her pocket. She let out a bitter laugh, leaned back against the stacked pillows behind her, lazily stretched out her arms, and said, "What's the hurry? Let's just sleep in a bit longer!"

  After finishing speaking, she closed her eyes and gently swung her right leg which was placed on her left knee, seemingly extremely comfortable.

  "Hey, no choice, let's chase after her, there's still hope. If we don't, it's completely over! You're lucky, at least Wei Qing has some feelings for you. I'm the one who's really miserable, let's talk about it later!"

  Yang Tian quickly put on his clothes, rushed out to wash up, and then walked back into the house. He tidied himself up in front of the mirror, pulled Chu Ping along, "Let's go, let's go! Hurry up and have breakfast!"

  Chu Ping sat up straight from the bed, let out a long sigh, and a hint of desolation flashed across her eyes.

  Just as Chu Ping was about to go out, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

  She opened her phone and found it was Han Yu who had sent a message.

  "Hey Yang Tian, answer it!"

  Yang Tian's eyes swept across, his gaze flashing, and he said in a low voice, "It's not like it hit me here, what am I supposed to receive!"

  Chu Ping let out another sigh and pressed the answer button, "Hello, Han Yu?"

  "Mm", a slightly excited voice came from the opposite side, "Are you two up yet? Haven't had breakfast, right? Hurry to our school's East Canteen and have breakfast together."

  "Alright, we'll be there right away."

  Hanging up the phone, Chu Ping pulled Yang Tian and said, "Let's go."

  "Uh-huh", Yang Tian responded with a single sound, but his expression was no longer as enthusiastic as before.

  The two of them left the hotel and ran all the way to Tianhai University, turned a few times, and finally arrived at the East Canteen.

  Han Yu and Wei Qing were waiting downstairs in the restaurant, from a distance, it was still a bit chilly on this clear morning, the two figures stood out, quite eye-catching.

  The four of them each bought some food, and breakfast was very simple. Chu Ping had long been able to abstain from eating, so he only ate symbolically, while Han Yu and Wei Qing, the two girls, didn't have much appetite either. Yang Tian felt a bit uncomfortable in his heart and didn't eat much either, and soon they finished their breakfast.

  While eating, Han Yu asked about Chu Ping's duel with Chuan Gu last night, and Chu Ping evaded the question vaguely.

  "What are we going to do today?" Yang Tian asked after finishing breakfast.

  "Tomorrow is Qiu Ying's birthday, let's go pick out a birthday gift for her!" Yu Qing thought for a moment and suddenly remembered that tomorrow he had to go to Dongfang Qiu Ying's house to celebrate her birthday, and said so.

  Chu Ping nodded, "She's asking us all to go, let's go together and pick out a few things!"

  Speaking of gifts, Chu Ping suddenly remembered the lotus-shaped sarira he had prepared for Wei Qing, and took it out of his pocket, sparkling and translucent, like jade.

  Suddenly, Chu Ping realized that this world was not as safe and worry-free as he had imagined. There were so many unknown hidden dangers, whether it was Charles or Fermat, who had secretly sucked human blood in private. As soon as he thought of this, his heart suddenly felt a little worried.

  After a moment of contemplation, the muddy palace inside was surging chaotically, and a wisp of divine consciousness light separated from it like a fine stream of water, shooting out. At this time, it was already around 8 o'clock in the morning, with bright morning light; if one didn't look closely, they wouldn't have noticed a faint, delicate aura surging out from the top of Chu Ping.

  Divine consciousness surrounds, swiftly flying into the palm of this hand, upon touching the sarira, immediately emitting ring after ring of rippling light, like water ripples spreading out, resplendent with seven colors.

  "Oh, what is this thing, it's so beautiful!"

  Han Yu's eyes suddenly swept across, just in time to see the moment when Chu Ping's hand touched the sarira and divine consciousness collided, producing a seven-colored halo.

  Yang Tiangeng suddenly turned his head and looked at the lotus sarira in Chu Ping's hand.

  The ripples of the water are faint, like the gentle lapping of waves against the shore, evoking a sense of serenity and calmness. As one gazes upon it, their spirit is soothed, and as they behold it, their soul is uplifted. The unspoken comfort and tranquility it brings is as if all worries and troubles have been forgotten.

  Chu Ping smiled and that one stroke of divine consciousness had already fallen into the central flower bud of the Sarira lotus, hiding inside the Sarira.

  Immediately, Chu Ping felt the unique peace and tranquility of the Buddhist relics, as if the sound of chanting echoed in his ears, the rhythm resonating in his heart, and he also seemed to smell the faint scent of sandalwood, cleansing his mind.

  "This is a small ornament I found in a store some time ago. It's quite exquisite, so I bought it and now I'm giving it to you!"

  Only Qing's face showed a hint of surprise and delight, gazing at the crystal-clear and delicate lotus flower that was as beautiful as jade, her heart filled with joy. Even the silk thread that held it together shone softly in the sunlight, a delightful sight to behold.

  "Given to me?" with a tone of surprise, lovingly took it over.

  The relic felt warm and smooth to the touch, with no hint of its unyielding hardness. It was like a ball of warm water rolling in the palm. The silk thread was also incredibly soft, with a pure white luster that shone brightly, exuding an elegant charm.

  After playing with it for a while, I put it around my neck. The sarira pendant hung softly in front of me, refracting a dazzling light under the sunlight, and there was also a strange aura swirling around me, as if I had become much clearer and more transparent in an instant.

  "Thank you so much, I really like this thing." Wei Qing's smile was as bright as a flower, radiant to the extreme, and Chu Ping stared at her for a moment, looking somewhat stunned.

  "Chu Ping, you're being unfair! You only brought gifts for Wei Qing when you came here!" Han Yu gazed at the lotus-shaped relic on Wei Qing's chest, its soft glow misty and reminiscent of a pure white crystal lotus blooming. A pang of jealousy suddenly surged in her heart, causing her words to slip out. As soon as she spoke, she regretted it.

  "What are you jealous of? They're just a couple!" Han Yu muttered to herself, but the feeling of suffocation and discontent wouldn't dissipate. For a moment, she felt like an abandoned child, overwhelmed by a wave of heartache.

  As soon as Yang Tian spoke, he suddenly became a bit uncomfortable, his eyes swept across Chu Ping's neck, and saw that Chu Ping was also wearing a white silk thread. He blurted out, "Hey, Little Ping, don't you have something else hanging there? Giving it to Han Yu would be fine." His words carried a hint of sourness.

  Chu Ping's awkward smile was met with Han Yu's piercing gaze fixed on the silk thread around his neck, leaving him no choice but to remove it.

  On a similarly pure white silk thread, five crystal-like sarira are strung together, some sharp as teeth, some round as pearls, some slender as fingers, others flat as leaves, and some like a small white flame, but none resemble that lotus-shaped exquisite beauty.

  "You actually have five of these things!"

  Jian Chu Ping removed something from around his neck and all three of them cried out in unison.

  Five sarira beads are gathered in one place, although they have different shapes, but obviously made of the same material, translucent like jade and turquoise, occasionally colliding with each other, emitting a faint white glow, dazzling to the eyes.

  Although this sarira is a treasure, it's not that important to Chu Ping. After cultivating for so long, Chu Ping also understood the truth of divine objects hiding in plain sight.

  It's like the divine sword found in the ring, usually the sword body is not so dazzling, but it's mottled like rust. The Utata tower is also a small green tower. When the Xuanwu eggshell was first discovered, it was gray like cement and didn't look impressive.

  Like him, who has multiple precious items on his body, in the current Cultivation Realm, he is one of a kind. With such divine objects, even the extremely precious Sarira doesn't matter much to him anymore.

  "Oh, these are the six things that were originally together. I saw that their materials were similar, so I bought them all at once. Han Yu, which one do you like? I'll give it to you."

  A flash of color in Han Yu's eyes, her gaze flickered, and she carefully scanned each of the five sarira.

  Although Chu Ping still had five sarira in her hand, the ones that were as sharp as teeth and fingers were not suitable for girls to wear. At first, Chu Ping carefully selected and chose the sarira that bloomed like a lotus flower, gave it to Wei Qing, now the remaining five, truly suitable for girls, only the round and smooth sarira like pearls and the one like flames.

  As expected, Han Yu pointed at that sarira which was burning like a small flame and said, "I want this one."

  Several people's eyes were fixed on the sarira, about an inch in size, like a weak flame jumping up and down, with a faint white light refracted under the sunlight, really like a spark burning and shining, also very delicate.

  A gentle pull of the silk thread, and the originally strong silkworm cocoon suddenly broke open. He took out the sarira, and with a magical gesture, pulled out a length of silkworm thread from his left hand, threaded it through, and handed it to Han Yu.

  "I'm really sorry, I'll give this one to you, don't be angry anymore."

  Chu Ping thought that Han Yu's changing expression earlier was just because she was a bit angry, so he said as he handed it over to her. At the same time, with a light flick of his wrist on the silk thread, it instantly sewed itself back together and hung around his neck once again.

  Han Yu took the sarira and fondled it, also loving it so much that she couldn't bear to part with it. She immediately hung it around her neck, where it shone softly, like a flame burning on her chest, equally exquisite.

  "Come on, think about what we should send tomorrow." Chu Ping saw that Yang Tian was somewhat unenthusiastic and pulled him, smiling as he spoke.