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The elders exchanged glances, their expressions becoming quite interesting.

This kid really doesn't play by the rules!

When others hear that they are to be crowned a saint, even if they are not moved to tears, they should at least clasp their hands in a gesture of respect to express their fear and unease.

But he's different; he comes up and talks about salary and benefits right away.

We should learn to be grateful!

Lu Xuanshan took a deep breath and swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

"Don't worry, the Holy Son will definitely not treat you unfairly."

"Okay, then I'll wait and see the charter."

Chu Feng clapped his hands, collected the bulging storage bags, and tossed them aside.

Elder Zhang stood in the corner of the main hall, his face so gloomy it seemed to drip water.

Gu Hanchuan moved next to him at some point and whispered.

"Elder, my sister..."

Elder Zhang didn't speak, but just glanced at Chu Feng.

Then he flicked his sleeves, turned around, and walked out of the hall.

Gu Hanchuan followed, and the two figures quickly disappeared at the palace gate.

Chu Feng caught a glimpse of the two figures out of the corner of his eye, but didn't pay them any mind. He then turned back to look at Hongxiu.

"I'm gone."

"Where to?"

"Treasure Pavilion".

Chu Feng patted the bulging storage bag on his waist.

"I've accumulated so many good things in the secret realm, if I don't sell them soon, they'll go to waste."

Hongxiu glanced at the account book and smiled as well.

"Young Master, should we also collect Senior Brother Lei's 40,000 spirit stones?"

Chu Feng turned around and looked at Lei Wanjun, who was leaning against a pillar and panting.

He looked completely drained; let alone 40,000 spirit stones, he probably couldn't even walk properly.

"Never mind, let him rest first."

Chu Feng waved his hand dismissively, "Let him recover first, I'll collect the debt in a couple of days."

"Of course, interest will still be calculated."

Hongxiu wrote this down on the last page of the ledger and slammed the book shut.

"Remember this, young master."

Chu Feng nodded, carrying his storage bag on his back, humming a little tune, and strolled leisurely out of the hall with Hongxiu by his side.

Behind him was a hall filled with shock, jealousy, awe, and gnashing teeth.

Chu Feng didn't care.

There's only one thing on his mind right now.

The gains from this trip to the secret realm, plus the Yuan Tai Du Ying Zhi (a type of medicinal herb).

After converting it into spirit stones, it would be enough for him to advance from the late Golden Core stage all the way to the Nascent Soul stage.

As for the grand ceremony of the Holy Son, we'll just wait for the notification.

Anyway, empty fame is worthless.

Spirit stones are the real deal.

……

Chu Feng carried three bulging storage bags on his back as he walked along the bluestone road of Tianyuan City.

Hongxiu followed behind him, carrying the account book in her arms, taking quick, small steps.

"Young master, shall we go to Jubao Tower?"

"What else can we do? Go to the temple to burn incense and make offerings?"

Chu Feng laughed, "The longer these things stay in my hands, the more anxious I become. What if someone sets their sights on them?"

Hongxiu thought about it and agreed.

"Then I'll send a message to Lord Su and ask her to book a top-tier VIP room for us."

"Top-tier?"

Chu Feng raised an eyebrow. "There's such a saying?"

Hongxiu rolled her eyes.

"That's right, young master. You used to only have tens of thousands of spirit stones in your pocket, but now this pile of stuff is so big that it can't even fit on the tables in a regular trading hall."

"And besides, there are discounts for bulk orders, and you can get an extra two points by going to the VIP lounge."

Chu Feng was amused and gently patted her on the head.

"You're great, you have potential."

Hongxiu touched her hair bun that had been knocked askew, and couldn't help but smile.

Half an incense stick later, at Jubaolou.

The VIP lounge on the top floor is spacious.

The mahogany table was a full three zhang long, and the walls on all four sides were engraved with soundproofing array patterns, so that even a fly would have to scan its face to get in.

Chu Feng didn't say anything, and dumped the eight storage bags onto the table.

There was a loud clattering sound.

Jade bottles, spiritual herbs, ores, magical artifacts, pills... filled half the table.

An appraiser who was in charge of receiving guests had just walked in with tea when he saw this scene and almost dropped his teacup.

"Well, sir..."

"Stop standing there, get to work."

Chu Feng plopped down in a chair, crossed his legs, and said, "Give me a price quote for everything. Discounts available for bulk orders, no credit."

The appraiser swallowed hard and quickly called for the people behind him to come in and help.

One person wasn't enough, so they brought three.

Three people weren't enough, so they called two more.

Five appraisers gathered around the large pile of items, picking them up one by one to examine them.

"Seven Grade 5 Rejuvenation Pills, in excellent condition..."

"Three pieces of cold iron, with very few impurities, are excellent materials for refining weapons..."

"This... the Heavenly Sword Sect's natal sword? How did this thing end up in your hands?"

Chu Feng remained unfazed.

"It was a gift from a friend."

The appraiser opened his mouth, looked at the sword intent still lingering on the sword, and then looked at Chu Feng's innocent face.

Forget it, I won't ask anymore.

Those in this line of work know more, and they die faster.

Hongxiu moved a small stool and sat down next to him, opening the account book and recording the entries one by one.

"Seven Grade 5 Rejuvenation Pills, each priced at 2,200, totaling 15,400."

"Three pieces of cold iron, each priced at eight hundred, totaling two thousand four hundred."

"Two pieces of Thunder Spirit Wood, totaling one thousand six hundred."

"A Heavenly Sword Sect's natal magic sword... Young Master, how much does this cost?"

Chu Feng thought for a moment.

"Let's take it apart and sell it as materials. The sword intent on it is useless anyway, since it's not mine."

The appraiser breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this and quickly wrote it down.

They spent almost two hours doing this.

Sweat beaded on the foreheads of all five appraisers; the items on the table had finally been inventoried.

The lead appraiser wiped the sweat from his palms and handed the final calculated number to Chu Feng.

"Young Master Chu, all the items together will be purchased at 85% of the original price, totaling... 183,700 low-grade spirit stones."

Chu Feng glanced at the number and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

180,000!

Rich man, oh~

"make a deal!"

Chu Feng slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

Hongxiu quickly finished writing the last stroke, closed the ledger, and took a deep breath.

"Young master, we're rich now."

"Keep a low profile, keep a low profile."

Chu Feng chuckled and patted his clothes. "Truly wealthy people never talk about how rich they are, understand?"

Hongxiu glanced at his face, which was practically beaming with joy, and silently shook her head.

After the transaction was completed, Chu Feng was invited to the adjacent lounge to drink tea while waiting for the spirit stones to be deposited into his account.

Hongxiu, on the other hand, made an excuse and quietly went up to the top floor.

The secret room at the highest point of the Treasure Pavilion.

The view from the window overlooks the entire Tianyuan City, while a faint scent of ambergris wafts from the burner inside.

Su Qingyi leaned back on the soft couch, holding a purple grape in her hand, slowly putting it into her mouth.