Chapter 27: If You Don’t Have Money, Don’t Cultivate Immortality
Li Ming’s restraints were removed, and thin white stockings threads fell from him. If not for the sunlight reflecting off them, they would have been easily overlooked.
Only then did the members of the Soul Refining Sect understand that Li Ming had been like a controlled puppet, used by Ye Changsheng.
What exquisite micro-control!
In comparison, Li Lianqing’s showy display of drinking was but a trivial matter.
Everyone fell silent.
As the saying goes, patience brings peace, but stepping back only makes one angrier.
Angrier and angrier.
Angrier and angrier—
“How dare they send someone to humiliate us, the Soul Refining Sect, like this? Luo Lihong, you’re dead!”
Li Lianqing roared, slamming his hand on the table. The exquisite delicacies on the table instantly turned to dust.
“Uncle, why do we have to endure this!” Li Ming’s neck turned red. “Our Soul Refining Sect, a dignified Demonic Path Great Sect, how can we tolerate such humiliation? At worst, we can fight them!”
“Fight? Fight your head! If you want to fight, go yourself, now! You were controlled and didn’t even realize it. You’re useless at everything, and first in bringing shame! You truly are an idiot!”
Li Lianqing’s shouting made Li Ming dare not even breathe heavily.
However, Li Ming couldn’t suppress his anger. He cautiously asked, “But, Uncle, we can’t just let this slide, can we?”
“I know. I originally planned to give him a warning, but it failed. It doesn’t affect the subsequent plan.”
“Subsequent plan? There’s a subsequent plan! I thought we were going to deal with him from the start!” Li Ming saw hope.
Li Lianqing suppressed the urge to kick him in the backside and controlled his emotions.
“Even if we are to deal with him, it’s not the time yet. Don’t worry, with that adult’s support, our Soul Refining Sect will definitely make a comeback.”
Li Lianqing found a chair and sat down, resuming his usual dignified demeanor.
“Come out, Luo Song.”
From the shadows, a tall and robust man emerged, like a small mountain, exuding immense pressure.
His skin was pale and lifeless, as if he were a dead man, his pupils murky like stagnant water.
“This, this is!!” Li Ming felt the Spiritual Power emanating from him, his jaw almost dropping in shock.
The aura Luo Song emitted was that of a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator!
“Yes, this is the trump card that adult, Lu Lai Demon Ancestor, gave to our Soul Refining Sect. Luo Song is a Corpse Puppet personally refined by him. In life, he was a strong cultivator at the first level of the Nascent Soul Realm.”
Despite being a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, he was completely obedient to Li Lianqing, bowing and saluting like a puppet.
“That young fellow only postponed his death by three days. Nothing has changed. He does have some strength, but in front of a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, he can only crawl.”
“This is great! With this, we can seize all the elixirs without spending a single coin.” Li Ming was overjoyed.
“Seize? How can that be? Our Soul Refining Sect will not only get the elixirs without spending a single coin, but we will also retreat completely, leaving the Wuhua Palace with no leverage to retaliate.”
“Then what should we do?”
“That, of course, is—”
Li Lianqing’s lips curled up.
“Killing the heart, then the person.”
…
“Why haven’t they returned yet? I hope nothing happens, Wuxiao. If something happens, I…”
Ling Xiaoxing paced back and forth anxiously.
Just as she was in a state of distress, she suddenly heard a familiar voice. (Monthly subscription group [World-Weary Novel Transfer Station 937929266]
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“Senior Sister Xiaoxing, I’m back.”
Looking up, Ye Changsheng had returned, panting and appearing thoroughly frightened.
“Wuxiao, are you alright!” Ling Xiaoxing quickly went to meet him.
“Those people from the Soul Refining Sect are too strong, and they even have a Golden Core Realm cultivator,” Ye Changsheng said with a pained expression. “I was almost killed by them, but luckily I ran fast.”
“It’s good that you’re alright. After all, we can’t deal with a Golden Core Realm cultivator,” Ling Xiaoxing said, relieved. “What happened?”
“Because of our Wuhua Palace’s rules, I couldn’t take off my mask. Those people insisted on forcing me to drink and even provoked me, wanting to fight.”
“Did they actually fight?”
“They did, but I was prepared and slipped away. I conveyed to them that the transaction would take place three days later in Shuiyun Town.”
“Shuiyun Town? That place is a mix of all sorts of people, and there are forces from the righteous path. If it’s there, the people from the Soul Refining Sect won’t be able to make a direct move.”
“Yeah, all in all, it was a close call.”
“Yes, if something had happened to you, then I would have—” Tears welled up in Ling Xiaoxing’s eyes.
“Would have?”
Ling Xiaoxing looked up and realized Ye Changsheng’s face was very close to hers, her embarrassed expression completely exposed.
Her face seemed to be emitting steam as she quickly pushed Ye Changsheng away, defensively retorting,
“—Burn paper money to celebrate that you damned cultivation cauldron is finally dead, and the vermin around the Young Palace Mistress is finally gone!”
“Senior Sister Xiaoxing, although I thought I was unwelcome, I didn’t expect to be this unwelcome…”
…
Ye Changsheng and Ling Xiaoxing arrived at Shuiyun Town.
Shuiyun Town was a very lively city, with many rogue cultivators, and occasionally disciples from righteous or Demonic Path sects could be seen.
Therefore, there were many shops catering specifically to cultivators, offering all sorts of Spiritual Items and Spiritual.
During the three days they waited, Ye Changsheng visited several shops and found that the quality of the elixirs was generally inferior, far from that of Wuhua Palace.
No wonder all the great sects wanted to trade directly with Wuhua Palace.
“Senior Sister Xiaoxing, what do you think if our Wuhua Palace opened a shop? I’m sure it would be very popular?” Ye Changsheng asked as he and Ling Xiaoxing exited an elixir shop.
“We could, but there’s no need,” Ling Xiaoxing replied disdainfully. “What level are the cultivators who come to these shops to buy inferior elixirs?”
“Probably mostly rogue cultivators and those from third-rate sects?”
“Exactly. They can’t afford expensive elixirs. Take this Marrow Cleansing Elixir, for example. Half a pill could buy the largest elixir shop in town. Tell me, can these poor wretches afford it?”
Although Ling Xiaoxing’s statement was arrogant, it was all too true.
“It can’t be that exaggerated, can it?”
“Without money or background, it’s better not to cultivate immortality. Go home and sell sweet potatoes. Unless you have the freakish luck of Zhou Bujue, then I have nothing to say,” Ling Xiaoxing spoke the truth of this world.
Ye Changsheng felt helpless. Why was the world after transmigration still like this?
Suddenly, the street ahead became crowded, and shouts from girls could be heard from time to time. He curiously followed the sound and saw a group of cultivators in white robes walking towards them in a procession, basking in the admiring gazes of the crowd.
Ye Changsheng recognized them. They were from the White Emperor Sword Sect.
“Hmm, what’s that noise over there?” Ling Xiaoxing tried to peek.
If they were seen by people from the White Emperor Sword Sect, it would be big trouble.
He needed to make Ling Xiaoxing quiet.
Ye Changsheng took off his mask, put it away, grabbed Ling Xiaoxing’s wrist, and pushed her against the wall, using his body to shield the petite girl.
“Shh, be quiet.”
“Huh? Huh? Huh!!!” Ling Xiaoxing was stunned.
This was… a wall embrace?!
