Burial Furnace

"You still have eight junior sisters, one for each of them." Zhang Yuan wasn't stingy; he counted out nine invisibility talismans and handed them to her.

Jiang Yao was stunned for a moment, then her eyes reddened slightly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his cheek: "Uncle-Master, you're so generous! I love you!"

Before Zhang Yuan could react...

Jiang Yao had already summoned her flying sword and stepped onto it.

"Master, I have to return to the sect. I'm worried something might happen. My junior sisters are still very weak, they're all only at the Qi Refining stage."

She glanced back at Zhang Yuan, smiled sweetly, and then transformed into a streak of light, soaring into the sky.

In the night sky, only a string of silvery laughter and a faint fragrance remain.

late at night.

Zhang Yuan sat behind the counter, waiting for customers to come in.

He glanced at the water clock on the wall; there was still about an hour until dawn.

"There probably won't be any more business," he muttered to himself, about to close the shop and go to rest.

The door was pushed open.

A female nun dressed in black and wearing a butterfly mask walked in.

She was slender and graceful, with a light step and a faint fragrance.

She closed the door behind her, her gaze falling on Zhang Yuan behind the counter.

"Senior, it's been a long time." Zhang Yuan quickly stood up, a joyful smile on his face.

This female cultivator at the Golden Core stage was a regular customer of his; she had come twice before and cremated three Golden Core corpses, which made him a fortune.

"Long time no see." The Golden Core female cultivator walked to the counter, her gaze sweeping around the hall, and she frowned slightly. "You actually lowered the price?"

Zhang Yuan sighed and recounted how Zhou Lie had lowered prices to suppress the market.

"You've fallen for his trick," the Golden Core female cultivator said incisively after listening. "You shouldn't have lowered the price. Let him lose money and see how long he can keep it up. Once you lower the price, it becomes you who loses money, and you can't hold out for long."

Zhang Yuan opened his mouth, unsure how to explain.

He was certainly aware of Zhou Lie's plot.

But he still had to lower the price because he had no cost; every corpse was pure profit for him.

You can earn lifespan, talent, and even spirit stones.

He couldn't explain this to anyone.

"What do you plan to do?" The Golden Core female cultivator looked at him with great interest.

"Well... I'll raise the price again in a while," Zhang Yuan said vaguely.

"Shouldn't we start increasing the price tonight?" the Golden Core female cultivator asked. "Otherwise, you'll suffer huge losses."

"If we adjust prices tonight, we'll adjust the prices of Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators back to their original levels." Zhang Yuan's eyes lit up.

Even with advanced cremation talismans, it is difficult to completely incinerate the corpses of high-level cultivators, and his Immortal Transformation Furnace has an absolute advantage in this regard.

Even if the price returns to its original level, it will still be competitive.

As for Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining, it's fine to keep the prices low, since you can still make a lot of money with large quantities.

He opened the door, went out, and added a line to the blackboard: "Cremation of corpses at the Golden Core stage and above will restore the original price."

Then go back inside and close the door.

"Not bad." A hint of appreciation appeared in the eyes of the Golden Core female cultivator. "This way you won't lose anything, and you might even break even. It can last for a long time."

"Thank you for the reminder, senior." Zhang Yuan respectfully cupped his hands in greeting.

He took her to the cremation hall.

The female cultivator at the Golden Core stage took out two corpses from her spatial ring and threw them into the furnace.

Dark golden flames suddenly erupted and engulfed the corpse.

An extremely rich source of power surged into Zhang Yuan's body like a tidal wave.

The power was so immense that it far surpassed that of any corpse he had burned before.

His lifespan increased by a hundred years in that instant.

Zhang Yuan gasped.

Nascent Soul cultivator.

Both of these corpses belonged to Nascent Soul cultivators!

"My God, she's a Nascent Soul cultivator?" Zhang Yuan's heart was filled with shock, and his eyes were filled with deep astonishment as he looked at the butterfly mask.

The Golden Core female cultivator—no, the Nascent Soul female cultivator—took out four top-grade spirit stones from her spatial ring and placed them on the counter.

She looked at Zhang Yuan, a playful smile in her eyes: "I'm a little tired tonight, so I'll stay overnight. Does that mean it's free?"

"Senior, please don't tease this junior." Cold sweat beaded on Zhang Yuan's forehead. "You are a Nascent Soul stage expert, while I am just a Qi Refining fifth level cultivator. How could I dare to offer you a free stay? I have plenty of rooms here, including guest rooms. Please make yourself at home, senior. I still need to watch the shop."

"But I've heard that you're a senior cultivator in the Mahayana stage who plays in the mortal world." The Nascent Soul female cultivator looked into his eyes, her smile undiminished. "What wouldn't you dare to do? Perhaps, whether you lower your price or not is completely irrelevant to you."

"Those are all rumors." Zhang Yuan quickly waved his hand. "I'm not some Mahayana stage cultivator, I'm just an old man in the Qi Refining stage."

"But your Fire Serpent Technique killed two Foundation Establishment cultivators, burning them and their armor to ashes in an instant. I couldn't do that," the Nascent Soul female cultivator said.

"It's the effect of the formation, not my ability," Zhang Yuan said earnestly.

"I also think it's a rumor." The Nascent Soul female cultivator smiled. "Otherwise, how could a Mahayana cultivator put up with this kind of humiliation? They would have slapped that Zhou guy to death long ago."

She placed four top-grade spirit stones in Zhang Yuan's hand.

Zhang Yuan was overjoyed.

Four top-grade spirit stones are equivalent to four hundred high-grade spirit stones.

With these spirit stones, he could definitely break through to the sixth level of Qi Refining, or even the seventh level.

He led the Nascent Soul female cultivator up to the second floor.

She didn't even glance at the five empty rooms, walked straight to the door of room number one, pushed the door open, and went inside.

Zhang Yuan felt a chill run down his spine.

That was his room.

"I'm going to take a shower, wait for me." After she finished speaking, she went straight into the bathroom.

Zhang Yuan stood at the door, completely bewildered.

Why do you need me to wait while you take a shower?

Could it be that she really meant "overnight stay"?

This is ridiculous.

impossible.

It is absolutely impossible.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Zhang Yuan stood in the corridor, caught in a dilemma.

He initially intended to slip away while she was taking a bath, but then he realized that she was a Nascent Soul cultivator, and even if he grew wings, he couldn't escape her grasp.

Instead of panicking, we should face it calmly and see what she's really up to.

The door creaked open.

A wave of steaming heat, carrying a faint fragrance, wafted towards me.

She was wearing a light, white gauze nightgown.

The nightgown is made of soft material and clings to the curves of the body, outlining a shapely silhouette.

She still wore the butterfly mask, revealing only her eyes and a beautifully shaped jawline.

But those eyes were just too beautiful—their gaze seemed to hold a pool of spring water, clear and deep, carrying a hint of languid smile and an indescribable allure.

Any man who sees those eyes would likely be irresistibly captivated.

"Old man, close the door, turn off the lights, get ready to sleep. What are you still standing there for?" she said seriously, her tone as natural as if she were instructing an old friend she had known for many years, as if it were all a matter of course.