Immortality Cultivation: Fellow Daoists, please live for two more episodes!

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed, and time has changed.

Jucaige's points-based loan business continued to operate as usual, and nearly 30% of the Yinpo ore was distributed in small quantities.

Every day, Qiu Wu either checks old accounts of his points-based loan behind the counter or carries ore to the front alley to set up a stall.

Sometimes, when they got into a rhythm, they would simply squat among the scattered cultivators for half a day to inquire about the recent movements of the Subduing Dragon Society.

However, compared to the calm inside the shop, the commotion at the front alley's retail stalls became more and more conspicuous each day.

Not only did several other repair shops nearby come to inquire about the price, but even Wanjitang sent someone to ask if they had really taken on their work.

As the rumors spread, they naturally attracted attention from all sides.

That afternoon, Qin Jiu happened to come to settle the first share of the profits. He handed over the jade token, and Qiu Wu scanned it with his spiritual sense. He was about to get up and inform Lin Qiusheng.

Just as Qiu Wu took the jade token and was about to get up, he noticed that the light at the shop entrance suddenly dimmed.

The sound of leather boots clicking on the stone slabs grew louder as they approached, their audibility growing increasingly unrestrained.

"Qiu Wu! Don't set up that stall selling loose goods in the front alley starting tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Qiu Wu immediately stopped using his abacus. It wasn't that he was afraid of the newcomer's aggressive behavior—he had seen plenty of such people—but rather that he recognized the voice.

Liu Sanniang?

Last month, there was that rogue cultivator from the outer sect who borrowed points through a loan program but couldn't pay it back and was even struggling to pay his monthly fees.

But last time she came, she was timid and seemed unable to enjoy herself. Why is she so arrogant today? Could it be…?

"Third Sister?"

Qiu Wu rubbed his hands together and tentatively asked, "Your arm..."

Liu San Niang smiled upon hearing this, and then raised her right hand and waved it in front of Qiu Wu.

But the forearm that had been severed at the elbow just last month was now perfectly healed, clean and intact, without even a scar.

Bone-Healing Pill?

In Shuiyue, the connections one could obtain would at least require a direct descendant of a Foundation Establishment disciple within the outer sect.

"Oh, Fifth Brother, don't be so nervous. I'm just passing on a message for someone."

"I see," Qiu Wu immediately understood, "to relay a message."

Ultimately, it's mostly a result of the rumors spread a few days ago; for Jucai Pavilion, the people who are really coming are still outside.

Inside the stone chamber, Zhou Youyuan forced a sentence into Lin Qiusheng's mouth:

"Third Sister... wasn't your arm reattached by the Subduing Dragon Society? They must be nearby, right? Why not just invite them out to talk face-to-face? Why bother sending you here to test them?"

Lin Qiusheng slowly walked out of the back room carrying a cup of herbal tea. His gaze swept over Liu Sanniang's right arm before settling on her face.

When Liu San Niang saw that although the person in front of her was not highly skilled, he seemed to see through everything in his words, and she could no longer keep her smile.

Her lips moved twice, she took half a step back, and her gaze unconsciously glanced towards the doorway.

One glance is enough.

There was a person standing at the alley entrance outside the door.

A heavy aura silently crept into the shop, the abacus beads on the counter buzzed, and even the surface of the cup of cold tea on the table rippled.

Sensing this aura, Qin Jiu, who had been silently leaning against the corner of the counter, also changed his expression:

"The people from the Subduing Dragon Society... have arrived."

The person stepped across the threshold.

He was not tall, with a narrow face that was expressionless. His Taoist robe was clean and neat, and a short sword was hanging at his waist, with three spiritual patterns wrapped around the scabbard.

The instant he stood still, the aura of a ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator pressed down on him without any concealment, the oppressive feeling as if a giant hand had pressed down on the roof of the entire shop:

"I'll handle what happened in the front alley."

Han Qingshan, the manager of the Fujiao Society, is a great figure who has traversed the Heavenly Palace.

"The Fujiao Society has been walking this alley for decades."

"If the Gathering Wealth Pavilion were just about lending points, that would be fine. We wouldn't need to pay any special visits. We would have come to you to discuss this further."

"But... this Yin Soul Ore, this kind of business, you, Jucai Pavilion, are doing it without our permission, what are you doing...?"

Before Han Qingshan could finish speaking, Qin Jiu didn't intend to let him. He simply paused briefly before Qin Jiu's voice rose from the corner of the counter:

"Brother Han."

"The business is actually Wanjitang's business, and the goods are also Wanjitang's goods. Jucaige is just passing through for us... If Brother Han finds the front alley an eyesore, why don't you go to Wanjitang to talk to them?"

In short, by clearly stating their position, they not only won over the hearts of the people in the Wealth Gathering Pavilion, but also brought the conflict between the two forces into the open, rendering the other side's overwhelming power futile.

Qin Jiu has very sophisticated methods.

Han Qingshan didn't reply. In the blink of an eye, the spirit pattern on the short sword at his waist lit up for a moment, and a wisp of sword energy brushed past Qin Jiu's sleeve.

"Buzz..."

The next second, a thin tear appeared on Qin Jiu's sleeve, causing his gaze to darken suddenly. However, he did not retreat, but slowly tucked his hands into his sleeve, as if preparing some means to respond.

Tensions instantly rose.

However, at that moment...

"Brother Han has walked this path for decades; my newly opened little shop can't take it away from him."

"However, the ore is Wanjitang's goods, and Wanjitang has to give its approval before we can close down... If Brother Han feels this is inappropriate, it would be better to go to Wanjitang and say so than to make a scene in my little shop."

It was Lin Qiusheng, the weakest among those present, who took the initiative to interrupt the confrontation between the two great figures who had traversed the Heavenly Palace.

Not only was his tone arrogant, but more importantly, he showed absolutely no reaction under the pressure of his aura, which was nothing like someone at the third level of Qi Refining.

Han Qingshan frowned slightly. As a high-ranking member of the Fujiao Society, one of the two major forces in the outer sect, he was certainly not brainless.

But to be honest, this Lin Qiusheng...

All these actions suggest that the other party is not a living person, but more like someone's puppet.

However, Shuiyue's three methods of creating external avatars, especially the "Blood Gu Avatar Method," have a very strong corpse-like and bloody aura, which doesn't match this guy at all.

The Heavenly Silkworm of the "Heavenly Silkworm Soul-Eating Technique" needs to devour human souls, and its time is limited; this guy has existed for so long.

As for the "Soul-Guiding Technique"...

He never imagined that anyone would use that infamous, unreliable device with its invisible puppets for something big.

It doesn't match up at all; not a single one matches. He really can't figure out who this guy is.

For a smart person to flip the table when they know nothing is the most foolish decision.

After a moment of silence, Han Qingshan looked at Lin Qiusheng:

"Three days. I'll give you three days. You pack up the stall and return the goods to Qin Jiu... As for the points loan, you can do it as you see fit. Fu Jiao won't block your path to wealth, but you can't sell the ore anymore."

After leaving those words, Han Qingshan immediately put away the spirit runes on his short sword, turned around, stepped over the threshold, and walked out, leaving only the "three-day" deadline hanging in the air above the shop.

Meanwhile, Liu San Niang took advantage of the moment to slip out the door, her steps unsteady, without even turning her head, the sound of her leather boots disappearing as she turned the corner of the alley.

After the last person left, the shop quieted down. Qin Jiu smoothed the tear in his sleeve, cupped his hands in greeting to Lin Qiusheng, said "I've bothered you," and left.

Clearly, they didn't trust Lin Qiusheng to directly confront Fu Jiao, and planned to go back and report first.

However, no one knew that deep within the narrow crevice of the stone chamber on the other side of the cliff, Zhou Youyuan's expression gradually relaxed.

He even laughed.

After so long of news being released, the Fujiao Society has finally made its move.