Burial Furnace

Zhang Yuan quickly explained, "My shop had just opened, and Fairy Liu Mei was my first customer. I had no experience, and only later did I discover that the corpse was at the Foundation Establishment stage. But since then, I've gained experience and can judge the true realm of a corpse based on the amount of spirit stones consumed, and thus charge accordingly."

"I see." Hua Jinhuan's expression softened slightly, but then her face fell again. "But... I really don't have any spirit stones left, not a single one. What do you suggest we do?"

Zhang Yuan's lips twitched, a sense of helplessness washing over him.

This woman just killed two late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators; their wealth must have ended up in her pocket.

She's incredibly wealthy now, yet she claims she doesn't have a single spirit stone, clearly intending to renege on her debt and take advantage of the situation.

But he was still hoping that Hua Jinhuan would help him promote the Hehuan Sect after she returned, bringing in more business.

Moreover, the witches were ruthless and merciless, killing without blinking an eye, so he dared not be too forceful.

In business, harmony is the key to making money.

"Fairy, you're joking. You're so beautiful and sexy, and your cultivation is so high, how could you not even have a single mid-grade spirit stone?" Zhang Yuan tried his best to make his tone sound gentle.

"I really don't have any," Hua Jinhuan said sincerely. "Don't think that all cultivators are rich; most of them are actually penniless. Cultivation consumes spirit stones too quickly. I just broke through to the late Foundation Establishment stage today and used up all my spirit stones. Aren't you a cultivator too? You're at the first level of Qi Refining; you should know how much spirit stones cultivation consumes, right?"

She had long since realized that Zhang Yuan was at the first level of Qi Refining, but she didn't care at all. In her eyes, there was no difference between the first level of Qi Refining and ordinary people.

Zhang Yuan wholeheartedly agreed.

He used four high-grade spirit stones to break through to the first level of Qi Refining, which is equivalent to 40,000 low-grade spirit stones.

If it were an ordinary rogue cultivator, it would probably take several years just to gather these 40,000 low-grade spirit stones.

But he couldn't say it aloud.

"But if I keep losing money like this, this shop will have to close down sooner or later," Zhang Yuan said helplessly. "Then, Fairy Flower, you won't be able to find such a cheap place to dispose of corpses anymore."

"You can make a fortune off other people's business, and I won't really default on my debts." Hua Jinhuan said coquettishly, gently taking Zhang Yuan's arm.

Zhang Yuan felt his arm sink into something soft, the warm touch coming through the thin fabric, accompanied by an intoxicating fragrance, which made his mind go blank for a moment.

"How about this?" Hua Jinhuan raised her head, her peach blossom eyes brimming with tears as she looked at Zhang Yuan, her voice sweet and seductive. "I'll stay the night and leave tomorrow morning."

"My God..." Zhang Yuan felt a surge of heat rush to his head, and his heart was beating like a drum.

He looked at Hua Jinhuan, who was clinging to his arm, at her stunningly beautiful face, her captivating eyes, her slightly parted red lips, and the alluring charm she exuded unintentionally…

He admitted that he was attracted to her.

"Don't worry, I know you're getting old, and you might not be as good in that area anymore." Hua Jinhuan seemed to have noticed Zhang Yuan's concerns and said with a coquettish laugh, "So, I won't tease you. Of course, if you insist on doing *that*, I can't guarantee you won't be a corpse by tomorrow morning."

After saying that, she took his hand and walked towards the bedroom.

"Flower Fairy, how about... you give me a mid-grade spirit stone?" Zhang Yuan made a last-ditch effort.

"Really, no, I'm not lying to you," Hua Jinhuan said without turning her head, her tone tinged with smugness.

Zhang Yuan sighed helplessly and gave up resisting.

Oh well, he's not at a loss anyway.

The original power of two late-stage Foundation Establishment corpses, fourteen months of lifespan, plus the improvement of their talents, and two low-grade spirit stones.

As for Hua Jinhuan wanting to stay overnight...

Let's move on then.

Even in the worst-case scenario, he is protected by the Immortal Transformation Furnace, ensuring his primordial yang energy never dries up.

The two went into the bedroom.

She released Zhang Yuan's arm, gave him a flirty wink, and then went into the bathroom.

Zhang Yuan quickly and quietly slipped into the backyard and stored the Immortal Transformation Furnace in his dantian.

Then he sat on the edge of the bed and waited quietly.

Not long after, Hua Jinhuan came out of the bathroom.

She was dressed very scantily and sexily.

The aroma has become even more intense, making it intoxicating.

She gently blew a breath.

The oil lamp went out.

The room was plunged into deep darkness.

Zhang Yuan heard a rustling sound, the sound of clothes rubbing together.

Then, she crawled into bed and lay down with her back to him.

Zhang Yuan hesitated for a moment, then took off his coat and lay down.

The two were about a fist's width apart, and they could feel each other's body temperature and breathing.

Hua Jinhuan didn't tease him; she remained motionless, her breathing steady and even.

But Zhang Yuan couldn't sleep.

In the darkness, although he couldn't see Hua Jinhuan's face clearly, he could clearly see the outline of her body.

That curvaceous back, that slender waist, that rounded hips, and that faint fragrance...it's so tempting!

He eventually embraced her.

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight shone through the paper windows onto the shop's roof, Hua Jinhuan was already dressed and standing in the courtyard.

A red flying sword appeared beneath her feet, carrying her soaring into the sky, transforming into a streak of red light, and disappearing into the horizon.

It would take an ordinary cultivator at least half an hour to fly from Qingmu Town to Hehuan Sect by sword.

But Hua Jinhuan's flying sword was no ordinary weapon; it was extremely fast. In just a dozen breaths, the continuous green mountains had already swept past beneath his feet, and a large mountain shrouded in clouds and mist appeared in front of him.

Hua Jinhuan lowered his sword and landed in front of an elegant courtyard.

In the courtyard, a dozen or so nuns gathered in twos and threes. Some sat on stone benches chatting, some leaned against the railing eating melon seeds, and some chased and played among the flowers, their voices like warbling birds, their laughter filling the air.

They were all beautiful and charming; some were bright and elegant, some were petite and lovely, some were aloof and proud, and some were gentle and graceful.

Although they have different styles, they are all exceptionally beautiful.

When the Hehuan Sect selects disciples, appearance is the first hurdle; those who can enter the sect are naturally not ugly women.

Liu Mei was among them.

She was leaning against a soft couch, holding a purple grape in her hand, about to put it in her mouth, when she saw Hua Jinhuan walk in from outside the courtyard gate.

"Senior Sister Hua is back!"

Liu Mei's eyes lit up. She put down the grapes and sat up from the soft couch.

The other female cultivators also turned their heads, their gazes all falling on Hua Jinhuan.

Hua Jinhuan looked exceptionally radiant, her face like a peach blossom, her eyes like autumn water, and her brows and eyes carrying an undisguised hint of spring. She was glowing, as if she had just been pulled out of a honey pot.

"Oh dear, Senior Sister Hua, why didn't you come back last night?"

A round-faced female cultivator was the first to approach, her eyes gleaming with gossip.

"Yes, yes, we thought something had happened to you!"

Another female cultivator with her hair in two buns echoed this sentiment.