"Who works for no benefit?" Shi Shougong couldn't help saying.
Although since ancient tis, because both delve into the path of the Primordial Spirit, demonic ghosts have always attached themselves to the Wuwei Sect, but at the sa ti, there must be benefits to truly make them work hard.
After all, the cultivation of demonic ghosts requires more resources than ordinary Daoists, and Mountain Spirit Elixirs are essential, with too many places needing money.
"Not only do you get a salary, but we also pay social security," Su Shiyu said with a light laugh.
"..."
The Wuwei Sect also has quite a few mbers in high society, with businesses spread across various industries.
Many disciples of the Wuwei Sect hang their nas under these companies, firstly to cover their tracks, making it difficult for others to notice, and secondly, in today's era of cultivation, there must be a way to gather wealth.
"Forget it, I'm too lazy to bother with these matters," Zhang Fan shook his head and reminded again.
"This is Yujing City, the headquarters of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance is right here, so you must be careful, always remain low-key and cautious."
After chatting for a while, Zhang Fan got up to say goodbye.
Tan Residence was only two streets away from Hongfu Garden, so Zhang Fan leisurely walked back.
All the way, he was heavy-hearted.
After all, Zhang Fan already knew that his father was caught in the Great Night of Darkness tribulation and hasn't escaped yet, which is a very dangerous signal.
Aside from that, his Fire Dragon Pill Sword has yet to progress, as if hitting a bottleneck.
Scree...
Right at the street corner, a sudden brake sound shattered the silence of the night.
A hulking object speeding toward him instinctively made Zhang Fan step back, fortunately, the car's brakes were tily enough to avoid a tragic accident.
"Driving so fast, in a hurry to be reborn?"
Zhang Fan looked at the ten-ter brake marks on the ground, then looked at the car that stopped right in front.
Three-pronged big hook, luxury car, worth over two million.
"Zhang Fan!?"
At this mont, a pleasant and slightly surprised voice ca from inside the car.
Zhang Fan looked up to see a familiar figure seated on the passenger side—bright eyes, dazzling features, hair cascading down, lips trembling slightly, seemingly trying to express an uncontainable surprise.
"Xu Zhixia!?" Zhang Fan was stunned.
He had learned earlier that day from Li Yishan that Xu Zhixia had returned to Yujing City. Who would have thought they'd encounter each other that evening, and in such a situation?
At that mont, Zhang Fan subtly shifted his gaze to see the driver was a tall, slender young man wearing gold-rimd glasses, a white shirt, exuding a scholarly air, clearly a young talented professional or successful person.
"Your friend?"
The young man just glanced at Zhang Fan before turning to ask Xu Zhixia.
Xu Zhixia stared at Zhang Fan, dazed, then slowly nodded.
"Is there a problem? Want to take you to the hospital? Or compensate you?"
The young man stayed in the car, barely looking outside, with his hand on the steering wheel, and asked casually.
"No need."
Zhang Fan cast a sidelong glance and turned into the adjacent street.
Despite the reunion, his feelings were more serene than ever, confirming that circumstances are dictated by the heart and experiences are transient, no longer inciting any thoughts or emotions.
In Zhang Fan's eyes, he had his own path and Xu Zhixia had her own life; the two were no longer in the sa world.
"Let's go."
Sitting in the car, Xu Zhixia watched Zhang Fan's gradually departing silhouette and slowly averted her gaze.
The car drove smoothly, half an hour later, arriving in front of a villa on the outskirts.
Xu Zhixia got out of the car and walked straight toward the villa's rear garden.
"I heard… just t your forr boyfriend?"
Just as she stepped into the garden, a distant, indifferent voice emanated from the pavilion, gauzy fabric fluttered in the wind, reflecting a hazy figure.
Xu Zhixia stopped in her tracks, her brows furrowed slightly.
"Who is eighteen's Charming Girl, where's nineteen's gentleman, self-claid Wood Fluid and Gold Essence, when eting Earth beco three surnas. Lending to Ding Gong for refining, the couple begins to bond, River Cart dares not pause, transported to Kunlun Peak top..."
At that mont, the indifferent voice rang out again from the pavilion.
"The Ancestral Master's poem from Dragon Tiger Mountain is well written… refining fire dicine through three stages, Refining Spirit enters the void and reaches Mud Ball..."
"The cultivation is so marvelous, why do so still obsess over the love between n and won... it's truly laughable."
The night wind rose suddenly, sweeping the gauze; the faint voice echoed through the garden, with a hint of mockery.
"He's just an ordinary person, and I've already severed ties with him..." Xu Zhixia clenched her jade hands, silver teeth gritted tightly.
"Don't you dare touch him!!!"
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