Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

During the Golden Core stage, they are sensible and caring.

Wang Chongshan's thoughts on this matter were very simple.

As for Yu Yan...

She married Su Chen.

That guy is doing really well in the Xuanhuang Continent now, and with his daughter by her side, her life is bound to be good.

If your daughter is doing well, what else does a father have to worry about?

"lady."

Wang Chongshan tucked the walnuts into his sleeve and lay down on the rocking chair.

"My shoulders are sore."

"Aren't you going to give your husband a good massage?"

"I'll give you a few thousand spirit stones later, so you can go to Qingzhou City and get some new clothes."

The beaded curtain at the other end of the platform rustled.

A figure turned out, walking so slowly it was as if he was too lazy to move.

She wore a light purple soft gauze dress, the hem of which clung to her legs as she walked, and her waist was so slender that one might suspect it was pinched.

Wang Chongshan understood perfectly well.

It's obvious what this woman is after.

The image depicts the position of a Golden Core cultivator who can roam freely in a small sect.

so what.

Wang Chongshan spent five hundred years going from Foundation Establishment to Nascent Soul.

Now I just want to live out the remaining five hundred years comfortably.

Turing Stone is Turing Stone.

Three beams of shield light landed heavily on the bluestone in front of the platform, stirring up the loose soil in the cracks between the stones.

Wang Chongshan opened his eyes.

The one at the front wore a dark blue sect robe with cloud patterns of the Luoyun Sect embroidered on the hem.

Wang Chongshan recognized the face.

Han Ye, the second elder of the Luoyun Sect.

Wang Chongshan got up from the rocking chair, straightened his sleeves, and maintained a very steady smile on his face.

Elder Han.

"This is a rare guest."

"Why didn't you let someone announce your arrival first so I could have the spirit tea from the main hall prepared?"

Han Ye took two steps onto the platform and glanced around.

"Master Wang is living a leisurely life."

"I can't stay idle."

Wang Chongshan led the people toward the stone table.

"There are so many things going on at the mines and the alchemy workshop, it's endless."

"I was just taking a break earlier."

"Someone, bring tea."

The tea has been served.

Han Ye picked up the cup, took a sip, and didn't put it down.

The female cultivator had already retreated behind the beaded curtain, standing there, the beads on the curtain swaying gently as she moved.

"I heard that Elder Han recently broke through to the Nascent Soul stage."

Wang Chongshan cupped his hands in a gesture of respect.

"Congratulations."

"In recent years, very few people in Qingzhou have been able to advance to the level of a God."

"Instructed by the Supreme Elder."

Han Ye put down the cup of tea.

"Otherwise, I would have been stuck at the late Nascent Soul stage for 170 years."

Wang Chongshan chuckled twice.

That little bit of relaxation I felt was long gone.

The news of Li Changfeng's return to the sect had reached Yanyu Pavilion a month ago.

That person is the Supreme Elder of the Luoyun Sect, and the nominal number one cultivator in Qingzhou.

The current Second Elder was enlightened by him.

Then this visit is definitely not for tea.

"Elder Han's trip."

Wang Chongshan pushed the conversation forward by half a step.

"But what kind of assignments are there within the clan?"

This was exactly what Han Ye was waiting for.

"Speaking of which, it is indeed a very important matter."

Han Ye draped his sleeves over the stone table.

"The sect is going to build a grand aggregation array."

"A grand formation for gathering the source of spiritual energy."

Wang Chongshan's fingers paused briefly on his knee.

The source of spiritual energy.

Even Nascent Soul cultivators tremble at the mere mention of that thing's name.

"This was said personally by the Supreme Elder."

Han Ye lowered his voice slightly.

"The formation diagram has been completed."

"But such a large formation cannot be accomplished with just a diagram."

"We need to hire craftsmen who can refine weapons, quarry stones, lay the foundation for the array, and set up tens of thousands of array flags."

"We need to find at least three hundred skilled craftsmen."

"Pavilion Master Wang knows the current state of the Falling Cloud Sect."

"The sect's spirit stones are not enough to support such a formation."

Han Ye raised his eyes and looked at Wang Chongshan's face.

"Yanyu Pavilion is an affiliated sect of Luoyun Sect."

"With the protection of the Falling Cloud Sect all these years, who in Qingzhou would dare to lay a hand on these thirty-seven peaks?"

"The sect is in trouble now."

"Shouldn't Pavilion Master Wang contribute some spirit stones?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Chongshan had already begun to recount his past grievances.

This is not a loan.

This is for cutting off a piece of meat.

Moreover, the handle of the knife used for cutting meat was engraved with the four characters "Supreme Elder".

How the knife falls depends entirely on Han Ye's mouth.

If they do not cooperate, a letter will be sent back to Luoyun Sect, saying that Yanyu Pavilion is disrespectful to the sect and does not respect the orders of the Supreme Elder.

Then these thirty-seven peaks became prey for others.

This matter can only be handled by following the established procedures.

And it has to be done beautifully.

"Elder Han's words make me feel ashamed."

"When the sect is in trouble, how can the Misty Rain Pavilion stand idly by?"

"so."

Wang Chongshan extended one finger.

"Fifty million spirit stones."

"Within three days, directly transfer supplies from the mine, pack them, and deliver them to the entrance of the Luoyun Sect's warehouse."

"In addition, I know the owners of the three best weapon-refining shops in Qingzhou."

"I will fund the hiring of all the skilled craftsmen in the village."

"Wages, travel expenses, and elixirs are all paid from the Misty Rain Pavilion's accounts."

"It doesn't take up a single spirit stone in the sect."

It must be said that Wang Chongshan is truly magnanimous.

Fifty million spirit stones.

A grand array of convergence, disregarding the array diagram.

Fifty million is enough to build ten.

Han Ye picked up the teacup and took another sip.

"Fifty million."

"Pavilion Master Wang is quite generous."

"but."

The teacup stopped.

"Give me all these spirit stones at once. If the sect asks for them again next time, I'll have to make the trip again."

"With my Nascent Soul cultivation level, flying around Qingzhou every day is tiring."

Han Ye glanced at the tea field below the mountain.

"I heard that Misty Rain Pavilion now has three high-grade spirit mines."

"That one to the west produces fifty million high-grade spirit stones a year."

How about this?

"That mine, from this day forward, belongs to me."

Wang Chongshan stood by the stone table, not saying a word.

Does Han Ye have no shame?

It belongs to him.

It is not Guiluoyun Sect.

This is outright robbery.

They can't even be bothered to come up with a decent excuse.

Wang Chongshan had lived for five hundred years; what kind of scene hadn't he seen?

But this shamelessness is truly a first.

That western mine is the lifeblood of Yanyu Pavilion.

Not giving it to me?

Wang Chongshan turned another page in his mental account.

Han Ye is now a Nascent Soul cultivator.

For a Nascent Soul cultivator, wiping out a Spirit Transformation cultivator is as simple as raising a hand.

More importantly, behind this person stands the Supreme Elder Li Changfeng.

That old man is a legendary figure in Qingzhou.

Even if Han Ye were to flatten the entire length of Yanyu Pavilion from the mountain gate to the main hall today, that person might not even ask a single question.

My son-in-law is far away on the Xuanhuang Continent.

Elder Han.

Wang Chongshan softened his tone considerably.

"It's not that I'm making excuses."

"I have no say in this mine."

Han Ye lifted his eyelids.

"Can't make the decision?"

"Master Wang is the master of the Misty Rain Pavilion."

"Who decides what's in charge of a mine?"

"The mine to the west."

Wang Chongshan pushed the matter away.

"It was acquired by my son-in-law, Su Chen, in its early years."

"The spirit contract is in his hands."

"He's kept a record of all the profits from the mine over the years, and not a single penny has been touched."

"He's on the Xuanhuang Continent. If I want to touch that mine, I have to send a message to him first."

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