"I said earlier, once I benefit from the cave, I’ll definitely repay you." Zhao Xing saw Zhou Gang about to speak and imdiately waved his hand: "Don’t ntion the life-saving grace, let’s keep things separate, I promised, and I’ll follow through."
"Now, you two tell , what do you want?"
Zhou Gang remained silent, but Fang Jie blinked: "If you really want to say, then we both want money."
Money?
That was indeed tricky; who would bring such things up the mountain?
Zhao Xing thought for a mont and realized he didn’t have anything valuable to give. The things he took from Qin Feng weren’t worth more than twenty to thirty taels.
The Tianyuan Pear Elixir and such, he had to keep for himself. The Sparrow Feather Robe? That didn’t seem appropriate either.
For a mont, Zhao Xing was indeed in a bit of a pickle.
Suggest giving it to them after descending the mountain?
Once past the Forget Sorrow Stele, who would rember it?
Just as he was feeling stuck, Zhao Xing’s gaze fell upon Zong Shichang.
"You guys wait here, don’t move, I’ll get you the money."
The two obediently listened and waited in place.
....
"Tonight, for the incense contest, my demands are not high. Just having soone in the top ten will suffice. As for Yang Junxiong’s matter, you don’t need to bother; just escort down the mountain when the ti cos." Zong Shichang was discussing sothing with the people around him.
Suddenly, he noticed people looking at sothing else and imdiately turned to look.
With the Ten Thousand Skill Spiritual Beauty on him, it was hard for Zhao Xing not to draw attention.
"Zhao Sanjia, have you finished digesting your Spiritual Beauty?" Zong Shichang asked.
"How did you know?"
Zong Shichang smiled and said, "I heard soone say earlier that soone bore the Three Spirit Talents. As expected of Zhao Sanjia. I saw you surrounded by a wall of wind and grassn, so I didn’t disturb you."
Zhao Xing waved his hand: "Let’s not talk about that now; I have sothing to ask you."
Zong Shichang said, "Go ahead."
"Do you have any money on you? Silver notes are best; valuable jade works too."
Zong Shichang nodded: "I do have so silver notes. How much do you need?"
Zhao Xing said: "Two hundred taels."
"Alright." Without saying a word, Zong Shichang imdiately reached for the money.
The burly man with the sword next to him couldn’t stand it and reminded: "Master, lending money to others on the mountain, without even a promissory note, you’ll forget as well..."
The Forget Sorrow Stele would erase the mories of the past few days, including all ans that could reveal what happened on the mountain. Naturally, written records wouldn’t work.
Another person scrutinized Zhao Xing, seemingly asking how he intended to repay the two hundred taels.
Zong Shichang smiled: "I find him agreeable, even if it’s only for these three days. That’s worth two hundred taels. No need to persuade further."
Zhao Xing took the silver notes and shook them: "Not for nothing; I’ll repay you before descending the mountain."
Zong Shichang smiled and said no more. Two hundred taels were rely a small amount to him; he had brought those silver notes to the mountain for spending.
"If there’s anything else, we’ll talk later."
"Please go ahead." Zong Shichang waved his hand.
Returning to Zhou Gang and Fang Jie,
Zhao Xing handed over two one-hundred tael silver notes.
Fang Jie and Zhou Gang were stunned, as if they hadn’t expected Zhao Xing to actually give them money.
"What are you standing there for, think it’s too little?" Zhao Xing frowned.
"No, no, no." Zhou Gang and Fang Jie hurriedly said: "It’s more than enough, thank you, thank you."
A hundred taels were enough to significantly improve their lives; even for cultivation, spending so ti to break through a level would be more than sufficient.
"That’s good, rember, wealth should not be exposed, and trouble cos from the mouth." Zhao Xing said blandly, "Go."
"Yes, we understand, we’ll descend the mountain now." Zhou Gang and Fang Jie nodded heavily.
Obviously, the silver notes were not just Zhao Xing’s benefit share but also hush money, telling them not to reveal the cave’s secret.
Zhou Gang and Fang Jie were honest people. After the incident with Qin Feng, being alive and receiving a hundred tael silver notes was already a great favor. Naturally, they wouldn’t think of anything else and imdiately left the Heavenly Altar, descending the mountain.
.....
After handling Zhou Gang and Fang Jie’s matter, Zhao Xing felt much relieved. He then took the Ten Thousand Skill Spiritual Beauty and pressed it against his chest.
The interdiate-level spells Zhao Xing knew included [Savage Growth], [Thunderbolt Noose], [Thunder Palm], [Attract Lightning], [Ice Rain], and [Yin Wind].
Other interdiate-level spells were at least at the Fifth Transition, making the Ten Thousand Skill Spiritual Beauty seemingly unworthy.
Only Yin Wind hadn’t even reached One Turn, just barely grasped.
"Yin Wind, this spell, is absolutely worth fully mastering. It can blow away a person’s soul, perfectly countering those with thick skin and close-combat levels. It’s also effective against those affecting one’s mind, being a core skill of the Military Minister of Agriculture Officer."
"Besides, Yin Wind is extrely hard to cultivate. It’s easier only in the Great Cold, Lesser Cold, Qingming seasons, or it requires an excellent cultivation location."
"Even if there are other interdiate-level spells, Yin Wind should be prioritized."
Zhao Xing closed his eyes, focused, and continually recalled the Yin Wind spell in his mind.
Gradually, a cold sensation erged from the ’yellow paper’ on his chest, spreading downwards to his feet.
Then it extended further, as if wrapping Zhao Xing’s soul, falling endlessly.
"Whirrrrr~"
It sounded like ghostly cries and wolf howls in his ears.
Making Zhao Xing feel as though he was deep within the earth veins, truly experiencing the presence and operation of Yin Wind.
Simultaneously, countless techniques related to Yin Wind flooded into his mind.
The progress of the Yin Wind spell on the panel began to climb rapidly.
Ti slowly passed.
Beads of sweat appeared on Zhao Xing’s forehead, and his face grew paler and paler.
When the yellow paper on his chest completely disappeared, Zhao Xing suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils deep and dark, as if hiding a terrifying storm.
"Whirrrrr~" The people present at the Heavenly Altar Square involuntarily shuddered, as if a cold wind had crawled down their necks in the middle of winter.
Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Zhao Xing smiled slightly. The Yin Wind technique had reached the Nine Revolutions realm!
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