They’re asking for double!
How many people do they even have in the entire Mount Shu Immortal Sect?
The bastard!
Utterly shaless!
Seeing this, Zhuo Canglang clutched his heart, let out a cry, and collapsed onto the ground. He thrashed about with a look of pure agony on his face and grabbed onto Perfected Daoxuan’s leg.
"Ah... The old injury from the battle back then is still there. It can’t be agitated, and now the pain has flared up again! Godfather, I’m in such pain! I can’t get up without at least eighty spots to soothe my wounded soul!
"Godfather, you can’t abandon , Godfather..."
He wailed as he spoke, snot and tears streaming down his face, which he promptly wiped off and sared all over Perfected Daoxuan’s Daoist robe.
Dark lines appeared on Perfected Daoxuan’s forehead. He flicked his sleeve to shake him off, but Zhuo Canglang clung on again.
Perfected Daoxuan said helplessly, "Eighty is far too many. It’s impossible!"
Zhuo Canglang wept bitterly, his face filled with nostalgia. "If Junior Sister were here, she certainly couldn’t bear to see in such agony! Junior Sister—where are you?"
Perfected Daoxuan’s eye twitched. He imdiately set up a soundproof barrier and scolded, "Stop shouting! Five. That’s the limit!"
Zhuo Canglang wailed, "For the past two years, Junior Sister kept sending ssages saying she wanted a child! I don’t have long to live, and I just want to fulfill her last wish!"
Perfected Daoxuan slamd the table and shot to his feet. "Enough! Ten. That is the absolute bottom line I can accept. If you continue to push your luck, don’t bla for..."
He didn’t finish his sentence.
Zhuo Canglang instantly scrambled to his feet. The sorrow on his face vanished, replaced by a joyful expression as he bowed. "Deal! I knew I could count on you, Godfather! You’re so magnanimous..."
Watching the seamless, unhindered reversal in Zhuo Canglang’s deanor, Perfected Daoxuan gained a new understanding of the shalessness of his old friend’s disciple.
He took a deep breath and said irritably, "Don’t celebrate too soon. I’ve told you before, taking sothing that doesn’t belong to you isn’t necessarily a good thing. These spots are a hot potato. Now that you have them, you must be prepared to face the consequences... The Sanqing Immortal Sect can’t withstand much more turmoil!"
Hearing this, Zhuo Canglang fell silent for a mont. He gazed at the sea of white clouds roiling like waves at the cliff’s edge and said with a smirk, "Godfather, rest assured. Our Sanqing Immortal Sect survived the great battle in the East Sea. What makes you think we can’t handle this?"
As he finished speaking, he stood tall and proud, full of vigor. With a flutter of his Daoist robe, he flew into the clouds and vanished from sight.
Behind him, Perfected Daoxuan watched his retreating figure. His eyes flickered, as if reminded of sothing. His own form began to turn ethereal, fading away from the cliffside, leaving only a single sentence to echo among the clouds.
"You’re on your own now!"
...
After leaving the Mount Shu Immortal Sect, Zhuo Canglang took out a small notebook. He found the entry for the Mount Shu Immortal Sect and placed a checkmark next to it, then looked toward the next na.
"Shan Hai Immortal Sect..."
...
「In the blink of an eye, several more days passed.」
During this ti, Wang Xiu’s small courtyard was very lively.
Because he had arranged several years’ worth of loan agreents in a single day, Xiao Qingyu found herself with a lot of free ti. She had even called over two junior sisters from Dragon Head Peak to help with so daily affairs, which lightened her load considerably.
Every day, when she wasn’t playing with her white tiger, she would bring it along to chat with Wang Xiu. Her visits grew more and more frequent.
Then there was Mo Wuwei, who also ca by several tis under the pretext of discussing the Way of Manipulation or seeking advice on the Primordial God Refining Technique. She often stayed for the entire night.
Fortunately, both girls had agreeable personalities. One was dignified and intelligent, with exceptionally high emotional intelligence. The other was introverted and taciturn, but pure-hearted and kind. The two of them got along quite well.
Having two beautiful won for company would normally be a delightful affair. But Wang Xiu found himself missing Senior Jiang Yourong. It wasn’t for any particular reason. It was mainly that neither of these senior sisters had a habit of flattery! This left Wang Xiu feeling quite lancholy.
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