Burial Furnace

Zhang Yuan composed himself and said earnestly, "Fellow Daoist, I can't do business at a loss. Otherwise, how can my crematorium stay in business?"

Lu Muyao bit her lip, a hint of struggle flashing in her eyes.

Then, she lowered her voice and said in an almost inaudible tone, "I'll stay and keep you company tonight, okay?"

After saying that, her face turned bright red, even her ears turned crimson.

She lowered her head, not daring to look Zhang Yuan in the eye, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, feeling extremely ashamed.

Zhang Yuan's brain went blank for a moment.

My God, how many corpses does this woman have to cremate? It would take her paying such a huge price.

He's not stupid.

For a core disciple of the Ascending Heaven Sect, a prodigy in the late Foundation Establishment stage, to be willing to spend the night with someone in exchange for a discount, this must be no small sum.

He instantly understood—this woman was probably there to cremate the bodies of the elders of the Ascending Heaven Sect.

The woman wants to profit from the price difference!

His heart involuntarily quickened.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly asked, "Tell me first, how many bodies do you have to deal with?"

Lu Muyao raised her head, glanced at him, then lowered her head again. "I can't tell you, you haven't agreed to be with me yet."

If the number and level of the corpses were revealed, the old man would definitely refuse to agree.

"You don't want to talk about it?"

Seeing her evasive gaze, Zhang Yuan became even more certain.

He couldn't help but look her up and down.

She wore a veil, obscuring her face, but he had seen her face before—it was indeed very beautiful, with delicate features and a pure and holy aura, like a figure from a painting.

She also had a great figure; the white armor hugged her curves, outlining her exquisite silhouette.

With a slender waist and long legs, she stood there like a graceful white lotus.

The Ascending Heaven Sect.

This sect harbors a deep-seated hatred towards him.

They took away his new wife, all his wealth, and pierced his throat with a sword.

Now, a core female disciple of the Ascending Heaven Sect stands before him, seeking his help.

How about... we start by collecting some interest?

He chuckled inwardly, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and said coldly, "If you stay overnight, it'll be a 40% discount."

"it is good."

Lu Muyao agreed without hesitation.

A hint of smugness and excitement flashed in her eyes, as if she had gained a tremendous advantage.

He lowered his voice again and asked, "Your crematorium has been upgraded, right? It should be able to cremate Nascent Soul stage corpses now, right? How much does it cost?"

"Holy crap, there's even a Nascent Soul corpse?"

Zhang Yuan's heart trembled; this was about to turn into a fortune.

He nodded and said, "Yes, it's been upgraded. You can now cremate Nascent Soul corpses. The price is two premium snacks per game."

"That's good."

Lu Murong smiled slightly, and without further delay, took out a number of corpses from his spatial ring and casually threw them into the furnace.

Each body was placed in a body bag, but judging from the shape and size of the body bags, some of them were noticeably more robust and muscular than the others, and their aura was also more intense.

There was another one, with a peculiar shape, not human-like, but more like some kind of monster.

Flesh and blood rapidly carbonize and decompose at high temperatures, turning into ashes.

A dense surge of primordial power rushed into Zhang Yuan's body like a tidal wave. Like a flood bursting its banks, it crashed against his meridians and cleansed his dantian.

His body trembled involuntarily, every cell cheering and leaping with joy.

Life expectancy is increasing.

One year, two years, five years, ten years...

The feeling was exceptionally wonderful, like a withered old tree suddenly receiving spring rain, with tender buds sprouting from the bare branches and new bark growing on the trunk.

His talent is also improving.

The improvement was subtle, but real.

There were a total of thirty corpses.

The six golden pills increased lifespan by 30 years.

The two Nascent Souls added a hundred years to their lifespan.

The twenty-two foundations were built, increasing lifespan by one hundred and ten years.

OMG……

Zhang Yuan gasped inwardly.

So many powerful cultivators' corpses?

What kind of powerful enemy did the Ascending Heaven Sect destroy?

And they also want to cremate the body completely to destroy all evidence?

And so many powerful cultivators died quietly and were then sent to his small crematorium for cremation.

The cruelty of the cultivation world is evident from this.

Lu Muyao had obviously planned this out long ago.

She skillfully took out spirit stones from her spatial ring and arranged them one by one on the counter.

Seven high-grade spirit stones, two and a half top-grade spirit stones, and twenty-seven mid-grade spirit stones.

She pushed the spirit stones in front of Zhang Yuan and said calmly, "Sixty percent off, count them."

Zhang Yuan stared wide-eyed at the spirit stones.

Two and a half top-grade spirit stones!

One top-grade spirit stone is equivalent to one hundred high-grade spirit stones, and two and a half of them are two hundred and fifty high-grade spirit stones!

Adding seven high-grade spirit stones and twenty-seven mid-grade spirit stones, the total comes to more than two hundred and fifty-seven high-grade spirit stones!

And what were the costs he incurred?

zero.

The Immortal Transformation Furnace cremates corpses without consuming any spirit stones.

Those formations are nothing but decorations.

They've made a fortune!

He forcibly suppressed his inner elation, forcing a mournful expression onto his face, his voice filled with deep regret: "I've lost so much... 60% off... How could I have agreed to a 60% off discount..."

He beat his chest and stamped his feet, looking as if he was filled with deep regret.

Looking at his expression, Lu Muyao felt extremely smug.

Hmph, this old fox, he still wants to rip me off?

Now you know you lost out, right?

late!

She was secretly pleased, but said reassuringly, "It's okay, you can make it up to others. In business, there are losses and gains, it's normal."

As she spoke, she shyly clung to Zhang Yuan's arm.

Her body was pressed very close, her soft parts against his arm, and a delicate fragrance wafted over him.

Her voice softened, carrying a hint of languor: "It's late, you should get some rest."

As Zhang Yuan felt the soft touch on his arm, he felt a momentary daze.

This woman... she really does what she says.

He readily agreed and led her through the courtyard into the small building.

Push open the door to your room.

Lu Muyao stood at the door, her gaze sweeping around the room.

The luminous pearl emitted a soft glow, the dark red carpet was soft and thick, and the large bed was covered with brand-new bedding embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water.

Her gaze lingered on the patterns for a moment, her cheeks flushing slightly.

She bit her lip and went inside.

The next day.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a soft glow into the room.

Zhang Yuan opened his eyes and saw that Lu Muyao had already gotten up.

She stood by the window, her back to him, adjusting her armor.

The morning light outlined her graceful figure, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, shimmering softly in the sunlight.

After she finished dressing, she turned around.

The shyness and charm of last night were gone from her face, replaced by a calmness and aloofness.