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

Inside the Wealth Gathering Pavilion, the floor was a complete mess.

Manager Lü stood with his hands in his sleeves until he was sure the two people had gone far away, then he withdrew the oppressive aura that had made it hard to breathe, as if the earth-shattering suppression he had just displayed was nothing but an illusion.

He turned to look at Qiu Wu, who had just begged him for help and whose legs were now weak, and couldn't help but sneer: "You can still stand."

Inside the stone chamber, Zhou Youyuan manipulated Lin Qiusheng to walk to the hidden compartment in the back room, where he reached out and took out an object wrapped in coarse cloth. He then uncovered the cloth, revealing a bronze-colored ancient chime, which he then placed on the counter in front of Manager Lü.

The payment for ferrying the deceased was agreed upon beforehand.

Otherwise, why would an old fox who has been hiding for so long and is about to establish his foundation risk offending two major forces at the same time for him?

It's not that they're greedy for this treasure that Zhou Youyuan obtained, which is definitely related to Foundation Establishment, but whose origin and usage they don't know.

Even the most lucid person in the dream world cannot escape the word "greed."

However, since he couldn't cultivate, he used a useless treasure that could only perish together with cultivators from the Uncharted Heaven Palace to secure an insurance policy for his plan.

This deal was worth it!

Manager Lü's gaze immediately fell on the chime, and he reached out to take it, only to see that Lin Qiusheng's hand was still pressing on the surface of the chime and had not let go.

"Manager Lü, I can give you the chime, but what guarantees that you will come when summoned and won't renege on your promise after taking it?"

Manager Lü wasn't surprised to hear this. After all, the Dust-Crossing Chime was ultimately used to hire people for favors, and since he dared to accept it, he was naturally prepared to put in the effort.

"So what do you mean?"

"It's just a vow. If you help me three times in the future, the chime will be yours."

Upon hearing this, Manager Lü narrowed his eyes, then chuckled and waved a finger: "Alright, but I'll add one condition: it can't reach the Foundation Establishment stage."

"make a deal."

Lin Qiusheng released his grip, and the Du Wang Qing fell into Manager Lü's palm.

Manager Lü gathered the chime in his hands, weighed it in his hand, and smiled, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes widening. Then he stuffed the chime into his sleeve, turned around, and walked towards the door.

As he reached the threshold, he glanced down at Liu San Niang lying on the ground. As he stepped over the threshold, he tore off a piece of rag from the side and bent down to cover her face.

"What a terrible thing to do."

I stepped over the threshold and left.

......

Evening, at the Wanbaoge private room.

Han Qingshan sat arrogantly, and even when the short cultivator, half a head shorter than him, walked in with a forced smile, he still maintained an attitude of "I'm the boss, so what?"

Qiu Wu didn't mind, after all, he came here to make a living on the territory of the Fujiao Society, so it was only natural to lower his stance.

In addition, Lin Qiusheng had repeatedly told him before he left that Han Qingshan was used to putting on airs and that he didn't need to pay attention to him, so he should just show his chips directly. Therefore, Qiu Wu didn't waste any more words.

Facing Han Qingshan's scrutiny, Qiu Wu spoke respectfully and directly:

"Brother Han, the Yin Po ore passes through Ju Cai Ge every day. Whether it's the flow of money, the buyers, or where it goes, we have all the first-hand information."

Upon hearing this, Han Qingshan narrowed his eyes and stopped holding his teacup.

He had initially thought Qiu Wu was merely pleading for mercy, hoping the conflict between Fu Jiao and Wanji Hall wouldn't affect him. He never expected this young cultivator to immediately propose a deal:

"You mean you'll keep an eye on the Myriad Machines Hall on behalf of the Hidden Dragon Society?"

Brother Han, you are wise.

Qiu Wu nodded. Since Han Qingshan was so straightforward, he naturally didn't hesitate and said directly:

"If the Fujiao Society wants to keep an eye on Wanjitang's movements in the alley, Jucai Pavilion is the perfect eye. They deliver supplies every three days and never miss a single buyer's destination. Brother Han, you just need to sit here and the news will be delivered on its own."

Han Qingshan's expression changed. He put down his teacup and gave Qiu Wu a serious look.

He certainly understood what a ready-made informant meant to the Fujiao Society—saving manpower and time.

Unfortunately, Jucai Pavilion is also a distributor for Wanjitang, so there's no need to hire extra people. No matter how you look at it, it's a win-win situation. The only question is what the people behind this shop actually want.

What do you want?

Qiu Wu went straight to the point:

"No promises, no protection. There's a price to pay for doing eyeliner. I only want tangible things, whether it's points or magic weapons."

"...Quite the boast, what does your boss mean by that?"

Han Qingshan's lips twitched slightly, and for the first time, a scrutinizing look appeared in his eyes as he looked at Qiu Wu.

If the other party wanted him to spare the life of the Wealth Gathering Pavilion by Subduing the Dragon, he would find it normal, but he would inevitably look down on them a bit.

But the other party wanted cash, which proved that Lin Qiusheng had long planned to abandon his power and run away. His ability to assess the situation and know when to advance and retreat is quite interesting.

Despite his scrutiny, Han Qingshan felt even more relaxed when faced with the conditions proposed by Qiu Wu.

After all, the deal that Qiu Wu proposed now doesn't require the Fujiao Society to bear much cost, apart from spending some points.

"I can agree to this. The water will be delivered every three days to Old Sun in the back alley, and he will pass it on to me."

Han Qingshan picked up his teacup and took another sip: "However, the points are settled monthly, and the exact amount depends on whether the things you bring are worth the price."

"become."

The transaction was successfully completed. Qiu Wu bowed slightly and turned to leave.

"Qiu Wu".

Han Qingshan called out to him from behind.

Qiu Wu turned around.

"Just who is this Mr. Lin from your family?"

Upon hearing this, Qiu Wu grinned and said, "Just as Brother Han has some connections that are not for outsiders to know, I also have a bit of a bad memory."

Upon hearing this, Han Qingshan chuckled, a playful glint in his eyes as he looked at Qiu Wu. He then waved his hand dismissively.

"Alright, get lost."

Qiu Wu went out the door.

After sitting alone at the tea table, Han Qingshan held his teacup without moving it. After a while, he muttered something to himself.

"A small shop with three floors of Qi cultivation, acting as a sales agent for Wanjitang and an informant for Fujiaohui. The people behind it are not to be underestimated."

It doesn't matter.

As long as what's delivered is genuine, let it be.

After all, it was the person behind him who decided to take action on this business. No matter how deep Lin Qiusheng's waters are, they can't be deeper than someone who has just reached the Foundation Establishment stage.

…………

Meanwhile, in the back room of Jucai Pavilion.

Qin Jiu sat upright, watching Lin Qiusheng slowly walk out from the back room and sit down opposite him. The tear on his sleeve from yesterday's sword strike was still there. He only spoke after Lin Qiusheng had settled down with his cup of cool tea:

"What brings you here, Brother Lin?"

Faced with Qin Jiu's scrutiny, Lin Qiusheng said directly, "Brother Qin, you know what's hidden in this batch of Yin Soul ore, don't you?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Jiu stopped holding the teacup and stared intently, only to find that Lin Qiusheng's empty eyes were now fixed on his face.

The smile on his face remained unchanged as always, but the words he spoke sent chills down one's spine.

"What do you mean?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiusheng did not hesitate and immediately said, "[Autumn Begins], Autumn Kills with a Sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Jiu put down his teacup.

"After mastering the cultivation, one must maintain it once every hundred years, dispersing one's sword intent into all the weapons, and then returning it to oneness."

"This batch of ore contains the sword intent that was released by that person. Wanjitang is using Jucaige as a consignment agent to sell it, but in reality, it is secretly carrying out its own scheme."