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"Please excuse my poor appearance, building manager."

Chu Feng cupped his hands in greeting. "I wonder what brings you here, Master? If it's just to listen to music, I'll have to charge you."

Upon hearing this, Su Qingyi covered her mouth and chuckled, her chest displaying a truly magnificent sight.

"What a little money-grubber."

After saying that, she dropped her seductive demeanor, and her eyes regained their clarity and shrewdness.

"Your bottle of Qi Condensation Pills is of excellent quality, far superior to those adulterated products on the market."

"An alchemist who can refine pills of this quality would be a highly respected figure even in the major sects."

Su Qingyi stared into Chu Feng's eyes, trying to find a flaw in his expression.

"You don't seem like someone with that kind of background."

Chu Feng's heart skipped a beat.

This woman has a really sharp eye.

But he remained outwardly calm, instead letting out a long sigh and feigning helplessness.

"The building manager has a keen eye; there's nothing I can do about it."

"My master was very eccentric and lived in seclusion in the deep mountains and forests, unwilling to come out."

"I had to go through a lot of trouble to beg him to take me on as his apprentice. We barely see each other a few times a day."

Chu Feng rubbed his hands together and lowered his voice, saying, "This pill was given to me by the old man for self-defense after I served him water to wash his feet for three years."

"If I had known the building manager had such a good deal, I would have brought it out long ago!"

Upon hearing these words, Su Qingyi's eyes flashed with a glint of skepticism.

In the world of cultivation, there are plenty of reclusive masters with eccentric tempers; perhaps this kid has really struck it lucky.

"In that case, I'll just say it directly."

Su Qingyi turned around and walked to the antique shelf. With a wave of her hand, a storage bag filled with spirit stones appeared in her hand.

She tossed the storage bag in front of Chu Feng, and it landed on the carpet with a dull thud.

"Forty thousand spirit stones!"

Su Qingyi turned around, her peach blossom eyes fixed on Chu Feng. "As long as you get me one Soul Gathering Pill, this 40,000 spirit stones will be a deposit. The price of the pill is separate!"

Chu Feng glanced down at the bulging storage bag, and his previously calm expression instantly froze.

Soul Gathering Pill?

That is a priceless treasure used to heal the wounds of the soul!

Wait, has this old hag suffered a soul injury?

Chu Feng's mind raced.

Although he doesn't have a Soul Gathering Pill, he has a cheat code!

Even if you don't know how to cultivate, you might learn it by practicing with a knowledgeable female cultivator.

But these 40,000 spirit stones in front of me are real gold and silver!

Chu Feng felt his breathing become heavier. He swallowed hard, suppressing his overwhelming joy, and pretended to ponder, "Soul Gathering Pill... this thing is not easy to obtain."

"I know," Su Qingyi gritted her teeth, "but this is crucial to me. As long as I can get my hands on it, money is no object!"

Chu Feng raised his head, looked at Su Qingyi's expectant face, and a big smile appeared on his face.

"Since the building manager is so sincere, I'll take this opportunity."

He bent down, picked up the storage bag containing 40,000 spirit stones, and put it in his pocket.

"However, my master has a strange temper, so I can't guarantee when he will be able to refine it."

"I will definitely give the building manager a definite answer within a year."

Upon hearing this, Su Qingyi frowned slightly: "A year? That's too long."

"Then the building manager will have to find someone else." Chu Feng shrugged, pocketed the spirit stones, and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Su Qingyi quickly called out to him, "Fine, one year it is. But let me make this clear, if you dare to lie to me..."

As she spoke, an astonishing aura erupted from her, approaching the late stage of the Golden Core realm!

Chu Feng felt a chill run down his spine.

But he withstood the pressure and turned around with a smile on his face.

"Don't worry, Boss. Although I, Chu Feng, love money, I believe in honesty and fairness in business."

"Once I've received the deposit, I'll steal or rob you to get this pill!"

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Su Qingyi withdrew her imposing aura and let out a cold snort.

"You're smart to know what's good for you."

Her gaze shifted, then suddenly she adopted a seductive expression, giving Chu Feng a flirtatious wink.

"Young man, you've already given me 40,000 spirit stones, how about enjoying some VIP service here?"

"Sister, I'll personally teach you a few techniques of dual cultivation, which I guarantee will benefit you immensely."

Chu Feng's eyelids twitched.

"personally?"

That's quite tempting.

But when he touched the heavy spirit stone in his arms, he couldn't help but shiver.

Beauty is precious, but a rare gem is even more valuable.

This old hag even has a traumatic soul; who knows if she has any other ailments?

What if you get a backlash while practicing dual cultivation and it gives you all sorts of weird illnesses? Who can you complain to?

"I appreciate the building manager's kindness."

Chu Feng cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, his face serious.

"But my master always taught me that cultivation requires a pure heart and few desires, and one must not be obsessed with women."

"Now that I've received the deposit, I need to hurry back and deliver the message."

"Let's save our thoughts on women for after the elixir is refined."

After saying that, he didn't give Su Qingyi a chance to speak again, and turned and ran downstairs.

Su Qingyi couldn't help but chuckle as she watched Chu Feng's disheveled retreating figure.

"That's interesting."

She looked down at her trembling fingers, her eyes filled with mixed emotions.

"I hope this kid can really bring me a miracle."

……

Yunze City, Tianzihao Inn.

This place is terrible in every way except for the price. One night's room fee is enough for an average freelance cultivator to live on for a month.

Chu Feng pushed open the door and casually tossed a piece of silver to the waiter behind him.

"Young master, this is too much of a reward..."

The waiter tossed the silver in his hand, his back bent so low he almost touched the ground.

"Stop talking nonsense."

As Chu Feng unfastened the sword at his waist, he casually instructed, "Tonight, I have some private matters to attend to here. No matter who knocks on the door, even if it's the King of Heaven himself, tell me I'm not here."

"Alright! Don't worry, young master, I'll guard this door right now; not even a fly will be able to get in!"

The waiter patted his chest and gave his assurance, then scurried out, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

As Chu Feng listened to the footsteps fading away outside the door, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

Instead of resting, he walked to the window, opened a crack, and peered down.

On the second floor of the teahouse opposite the inn, a few suspicious-looking guys were pretending to drink tea, but their eyes kept glancing this way.

"They did follow us, just as expected."

Chu Feng sneered and closed the window.

This is the second time that Liu Ruoxue has tried to kill him.

"Since you want to play, then I'll play a big game with you, senior brother."

"But before we close the net, we need to sharpen this knife first."