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The perspective shifts to the other side.

Lu Xuanshan rubbed his temples, looking at Chu Feng across from him who was sitting with his legs crossed, counting on his fingers, and felt a headache coming on.

The war is over, but the debts owed to our ancestors haven't been settled yet.

"Elder Lu, I think we should settle the accounts first?"

Chu Feng patted the account book in his hand and laughed like a landlord's silly son, "I killed a total of fourteen Golden Core cultivators from the Demon Luo Palace."

"We agreed on 2,000 per person, so this is 28,000."

"In addition, I also owe compensation for emotional distress, compensation for being frightened, and compensation for the wear and tear on my weapons."

"Weapon wear and tear?" Lu Xuanshan almost cursed out loud. "Your strike didn't even leave a trace, where's the wear and tear?"

"That's because my knife suffered internal damage. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense."

Chu Feng slammed the ledger on the table with an air of self-righteousness, "Those are three late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators!"

"If it weren't for the Ancestor's intervention, I would have almost lost my life under that Soul-Devouring Lamp. Tell me, doesn't that count as a work-related injury?"

Lu Xuanshan took a breath and swallowed back the swear words that were about to come out.

"Fine, consider it a work injury."

"The sect will give you 200,000 spirit stones directly, and that's the end of it. Don't mention any more 'scare money' to me."

Chu Feng's eyes lit up instantly.

"Two hundred thousand? Sold!"

Lu Xuanshan finally breathed a sigh of relief and picked up his teacup to moisten his throat.

"However..." Chu Feng changed the subject, "when exactly will the money arrive? Will it be settled now or in installments?"

"If you want to pay in installments, let me tell you, the interest rate will be calculated based on the market rate, and I'll have to charge you an extra two percent."

"puff!"

Lu Xuanshan sprayed the tea he had just taken a sip back into the cup with a "pfft".

He put down his teacup, wiped his mouth, and looked at Chu Feng with a look of utter despair.

"Tomorrow! I'll call you tomorrow! Now, let's talk about the Holy Son."

"The Holy Son?"

Chu Feng curled his lip. "Didn't we talk about this before? I asked if that thing gets paid?"

Lu Xuanshan's lips twitched, and he could only patiently explain, "The Holy Son's treatment is definitely the highest in the sect, with a monthly stipend of ten thousand spirit stones."

"There's also an allocation of fifth-grade pills, a private spiritual vein cave dwelling, and all expenses for missions will be reimbursed. Are you satisfied now?"

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Chu Feng nodded in satisfaction, "Alright, then I'll reluctantly accept this role as the Holy Son."

"Um... could I get an advance on one month's salary?"

Lu Xuanshan ignored him, took out a jade slip emitting a fiery red light from his sleeve, and his expression became serious.

"Alright, let's get down to business. The Xia family of Feiyun City, the family of Xia Hanyan, a true disciple, has sent a jade slip requesting assistance at the highest level."

Upon hearing the name "Xia Hanyan," Chu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.

That's my senior sister, who's naturally alluring. I've taken advantage of her quite a bit, and I haven't even taken responsibility for her yet.

"What happened to the Xia family? Their door is blocked?"

"It's Wanzhen Pavilion."

Lu Xuanshan sighed, "Wanzhen Pavilion is Jubao Tower's mortal enemy. Recently, for some reason, they have suddenly started to suppress the Xia family in many ways."

"The Xia family is famous for cultivating Soul-Gathering Grass, and they're probably after that this time."

Soul-Gathering Grass!

Chu Feng couldn't help but recall Su Qingyi's alluring face.

The main ingredient of the Soul Gathering Pill has been delivered right to our doorstep.

"Okay, I'll take the job!"

Chu Feng stood up abruptly. "Perfect timing to take Hongxiu on a vacation. I've been so bored in the sect lately, I'm practically growing mold."

"A vacation?" Lu Xuanshan looked at him speechlessly. "This is a matter of life and death for them!"

"Don't worry, professional matters should be left to professionals. You can trust me to handle things."

Chu Feng chuckled, turned around, and walked out.

……

Scarlet Cloud City, Xia Family Mansion, Council Hall.

The atmosphere here is so oppressive it's almost palpable.

Xia Zhensheng, the head of the Xia family, sat in the main seat with his brows furrowed. He kept picking up and putting down his teacup.

"Father, we can't compromise!"

Xia Hanyan's pretty face was frosty as she bit her lower lip tightly. "Those people from Wanzhen Pavilion are wolves in sheep's clothing. Today they can make us hand over the Soul-Gathering Grass, and tomorrow they can make us hand over our entire family!"

Sitting next to her was a young man with an arrogant expression; he was her cousin, Xia Qiming.

Xia Qiming sneered and slowly shook his sleeves.

"Hanyan, you make it sound so easy. Wanzhen Pavilion is a behemoth; what makes our Xia family think we can compete with them?"

"Do you think it's worth losing your whole family's lives for a few weeds?"

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over Xia Hanyan with a meaningful look.

"Besides, the young master of Wanzhen Pavilion has taken a liking to you."

"If you're willing to make the sacrifice and marry into the family as a young mistress, not only will our Xia family be able to survive, but we might even rise in status as well."

"This is what it means to sacrifice the individual for the greater good."

"You're talking nonsense!"

Xia Hanyan trembled with rage, pointing her finger at Xia Qiming's nose and yelling, "If you want to sell me for wealth and luxury, just say so! Don't pretend to be some big shot!"

"If you want to be a dog, go be one yourself, don't drag me into it!"

"you……"

Xia Qiming was so speechless that his face turned red, and he was about to lash out.

"boom!"

The main hall door was blasted open.

A powerful aura, typical of someone in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, was instantly unleashed.

The dozens of Golden Core cultivators in the hall instantly found it difficult to breathe, their faces turned pale, and they could barely stand.

A thin, gray-robed old man stood at the door, his eyes filled with a frighteningly sinister look.

This is Du Yuan, the elder of Wanzhen Pavilion.

He strolled in slowly, his gaze sweeping around the hall before finally settling on Xia Hanyan, and he smiled.

"Patriarch Xia, I've come uninvited; I hope I haven't startled you all?"

Xia Zhensheng forced himself to stand up: "Elder Du, what do you mean by this?"

"It doesn't mean anything."

Du Yuan chuckled, "Our young master heard that the Xia family's daughter is naturally alluring and exceptionally beautiful, so he specially sent me to propose marriage."

"This marriage is something your Xia family has to agree to, whether they want to or not."

Before the Xia family could even get angry, Du Yuan continued speaking.

"Patriarch Xia, don't blame me for not warning you."

"The Liuyun Sect, this great tree, is about to fall."

Xia Zhensheng's expression changed, and the teacup in his hand shook violently.

Du Yuan sneered and dropped another bombshell.

"The Demon Palace has launched a massive attack, and the Flowing Cloud Sect has suffered heavy losses this time."

"I heard that old hag Feng Jiuyou fought against four opponents by herself and was seriously injured. The sect is now outwardly strong but inwardly weak."