The Demon Sect assigned ladies, and I drew the Righteous Fairy

Chapter 56 Look at this tripod, it is so big and deep

Fang Yang paused and looked up at Yu Fang.

However, Yu Fang's eyes were filled with provocation and pride, and it was obvious that she was avenging the humiliation of being rejected when she offered herself to Fang Yang.

Hearing Yu Fang's words, Zhang Chunjiu suddenly looked at Fang Yang, "Brother Fang, I didn't know your business was so good?"

Fang Yang said calmly: "I dare not deceive you, sir. My stall in Changhuan Market is indeed doing good business, but I hired those five righteous fairies, and most of the spirit stones I earned were paid to them as compensation."

"With the 400 spiritual stones I paid as tribute to the Lord, I only have a few dozen spiritual stones left. I also have to maintain my wife and I's lives, as well as the raw materials for the next batch of goods. It's already quite difficult to operate."

Zhang Chunjiu looked at Fang Yang coldly and frowned: "Really?"

Fang Yang said: "I would never dare to lie to you. Those righteous female cultivators are so arrogant. I had a hard time convincing them to help me. Of course, I must pay them with spirit stones."

Zhang Chunjiu thought for a moment and nodded, "People in the right path are indeed self-righteous. Brother Fang, your wife is quite unruly. You must teach her a lesson."

Fang Yang sneered in his heart. Once I am trained, that will be the day I die, right?

He still had a respectful look on his face, "Disciple will do his best to teach you."

Just as he was about to leave, Zhang Chunjiu suddenly said, "Next month, six hundred spirit stones."

Fang Yang turned around in shock, only to see Zhang Chunjiu hugging Yu Fang with a greedy grin on his face, while Yu Fang had a smug look on her face and sneered at Fang Yang with disdain.

Fang Yang lowered his eyes and said, "Sir, four hundred spirit stones are already my limit. Please understand me."

Zhang Chunjiu said coldly: "I've told you before, if you can't pay the tribute, no one will protect you in Yunyu Town anymore."

Yu Fang snuggled in Zhang Chunjiu's arms and chuckled, "Brother Fang, the Lord has been very tolerant. You should think about how to earn more spirit stones, otherwise your wife and those righteous fairies will have to serve others!"

Yu Fang laughed so hard that her body shook, and her thin gauze skirt could hardly hide her beauty.

Fang Yang looked up at Yu Fang, and his mind moved. A label and a line of text appeared above Yu Fang's head.

[One pot for multiple uses]

[Look at this furnace, it is deep and big, serving Zhang Chunjiu and Li Yong at the same time, isn't that too much? ]

Li Yong is also a yellow-level disciple, and is Zheng Chengdan's confidant, along with Zhang Chunjiu.

The two have always been rivals in their quest for favor in front of Zheng Chengdan.

Fang Yang was a little surprised. He didn't expect Yu Fang to be so bold that she dared to keep Zhang Chunjiu and Li Yong hanging on both sides.

Then why did she come to provoke me that day?

This woman really casts a wide net.

Seeing Fang Yang looking at Yu Fang, Zhang Chunjiu frowned, waved his hand, and a robe flew over from the bed behind him, covering Yu Fang's body, and waved at Fang Yang again:

"Okay, let's go down!"

Fang Yang bowed his head, clasped his hands and said, "I'll take my leave."

When he reached the door, he paused, seeming a little hesitant.

Zhang Chunjiu asked, "Why, is there anything else?"

Fang Yang's face showed trepidation, and he said in a panic: "No, it's okay, disciple will take his leave."

"and many more!"

Zhang Chunjiu was suspicious by nature. Seeing that Fang Yang was obviously not right, he naturally would not let him go. He asked coldly:

"What's going on? Tell me!"

Fang Yang was frightened and said quickly, "Yes, it's a friend of Fellow Daoist Yu who asked me to bring her a message. Sir, can Fellow Daoist Yu please spare me a moment to talk?"

Yu Fang was startled. She felt something was wrong and quickly said, "Fang Yang, what nonsense are you talking about? I don't have any friends who know you!"

Zhang Chunjiu raised his hand and said to Fang Yang: "Let's talk about it here."

"Sir!" Yu Fang wanted to say something, but Zhang Chunjiu looked at her and she had to shut up.

After some hesitation, Fang Yang finally said, "Sir, this is what happened. I met Li Yong at Changhuan Market that day. He said..."

Hearing the name of his rival Li Yong, Zhang Chunjiu's expression turned cold and his voice suddenly raised: "What did he say?" "He said."

Fang Yang whispered, "Lord Li said that he hasn't seen Daoist Yu for a few days, and asked me to tell Daoist Yu that he has something important to discuss with her."

Yu Fang's face turned pale and she shrieked, "Fang Yang, you are slandering me! I am devoted to Lord Zhang, don't even think about slandering me!"

Fang Yang was stunned: "What are you talking about, Brother Yu? Lord Li just wanted to talk to you about something, and I just told him. Why are you so excited?"

Yu Fang froze, and quickly explained to Zhang Chunjiu: "Sir, I'm just afraid that you misunderstood. Fang Yang is trying to alienate our relationship. You must not believe him! I serve you wholeheartedly every day, so how can I have the opportunity to go out?"

Fang Yang was even more puzzled. "Yu Daoyou, if you never leave your house, how would you know whether my business is doing well or not?"

"By the way, I met Lord Li at Changhuan Market. It's such a coincidence that you are so familiar with Changhuan Market."

The blood drained from Yu Fang's face, and she shouted, "You're talking nonsense! I'll kill you!"

"enough!"

Zhang Chunjiu shouted coldly, veins on his forehead throbbing, as if he could no longer suppress the rage in his heart. He yelled at the other party, "Get out!"

"Yes."

Fang Yang calmly left the house. Just before closing the door, he heard Yu Fang's screams from inside.

"Sir, I didn't, I really didn't! Ah! Ah!!!"

Fang Yang closed the door, completely blocking out the blood and screams that filled the room, and walked out of Panhuanyuan with an expressionless face.

"Friend Fang, is Lord Zhang here? Yu Fang liked a hairpin, and Lord Zhang asked me to buy it for her."

Zhou Tiesheng walked in with a golden hairpin and asked Fang Yang.

Fang Yang looked back at the room with the closed door in Pan Huan Courtyard, and his mouth curled up into a brilliant smile:

"This hairpin is no longer useful."

After saying this, he left without caring about Zhou Tiesheng's doubts.

Today is a cloudless day with clear skies and fresh air, so the smell of blood will dissipate quickly.

Half an incense stick later, Fang Yang arrived at Caihuan Street, the most prosperous area in Yunyu Town.

The only brothel in the town, Zonghuanlou, is located on Caihuan Street.

Fang Yang had smoked Qin Xueyan in Zong Huan Tower.

Opposite the Zonghuan Tower is a huge building built of pieces of bluestone.

The building is square, with the main gate facing east, and people coming and going.

Those who come in and out are all cultivators above the fifth level of Qi training.

Above the stone gate, which is more than ten feet high, there are three large characters engraved: Mission Hall.

This is the gathering place for the monster hunting team. Practitioners above the fifth level of Qi training can form teams freely and go to the Qinglian Mountains more than ten miles away from Yunyu Town to hunt monsters.

You can also accept various tasks issued by the mission hall, and you will receive rewards from the sect after completing them.

Whether hunting monsters or completing sect missions, there is a chance to obtain monster pills or other opportunities to improve your cultivation by leaps and bounds.

However, in order to enter the mission hall, one must reach the fifth level of Qi training.

Fang Yang has just entered the fifth level of Qi training and is now qualified to enter the mission hall.

However, hunting monsters is extremely dangerous. In addition to fighting monsters, you also have to fight against humans.

Now that he goes in, can he come back alive?
Under the bright sunshine, the two stone doors glowed with a cold luster, like the bloody mouth of an ancient beast, quietly devouring the monks who entered.

Fang Yang stood in the distance, watching countless cultivators coming in and out, each of them with ambition and hope on their face.

After a moment, Fang Yang turned and left.

(End of this chapter)