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Chu Feng put the jade slip back into his sleeve, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

One hundred thousand spirit stones to kill one person.

This deal is far more worthwhile than the meager monthly salary he received as a Holy Son in the Flowing Cloud Sect.

He turned around and saw Du Yuan still hanging in mid-air.

This old man is now like a salted fish whose dragon tendons have been pulled out; he has no fighting spirit left at all.

His eyes darted around, clearly he was figuring out how to escape.

Chu Feng floated up slowly and steadily.

Elder Du.

Du Yuan trembled with fright and quickly said.

"Young Master Chu...look, I've given you the ring, so shouldn't our grudges be settled then..."

"resentment?"

Chu Feng interrupted him directly, shaking his head, "No, no, no, you've got it wrong."

There is truly no longer any grudge between you and me.

"However, your dealings with Jubaolou are a different story."

Du Yuan's pupils involuntarily contracted.

"What do you mean?"

"That means..."

Chu Feng tilted his head and laughed, "Someone is paying money to save your life, a lot of money."

"You know, I'm the kind of person who values ​​relationships more than money."

"But I don't have any feelings for you."

Du Yuan's face immediately turned ashen.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, like, "I'll pay double."

However, he had no money.

I'm broke, please bear witness.

Chu Feng didn't give him another chance to speak.

He thrust the blood-red longsword forward, its tip piercing through Du Yuan's protective aura.

Insert it.

Pull it out again.

The entire movement was clean and efficient, without any hesitation or slackness.

Du Yuan's body stiffened in mid-air for a moment, and the light in his eyes quickly faded.

His nascent soul had just emerged from the top of his head, and it looked like it was trying to run away.

Chu Feng threw a ball of pure yang divine fire at it, burning the tiny remnant soul to ashes.

"Take care."

Chu Feng tucked the knife into his sleeve, muttering to himself, "100,000 spirit stones in hand. I can have an extra chicken leg today."

Du Yuan's body fell from the sky and crashed heavily into the courtyard outside the Xia family's main hall.

Everyone in the hall, from top to bottom, remained silent.

Xia Zhensheng finally put down the empty teacup in his hand, but his hand was still trembling.

Xia Qiming curled himself up into a ball, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Chu Fengluo returned to the hall, dusted off his hands (which were not actually dust), and looked at Xia Qiming, who was huddled on the ground.

"Young Master Xia."

Xia Qiming jerked violently, like a mouse whose tail had been stepped on.

"No...don't kill me!"

Chu Feng squatted down, rested his hands on his knees, and tilted his head to look at him.

"Kill you? I, Chu Feng, have a price list for killing people. How many spirit stones do you think your little life is worth?"

Xia Qiming's lips trembled, and he couldn't answer a single word.

"Forget it, killing someone like you would be a waste of my energy."

Chu Feng stood up and casually flicked out a burst of spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy entered Xia Qiming's dantian.

With a soft "poof".

Xia Qiming's golden elixir shattered on the spot.

He seemed to have all his strength drained away, and collapsed to the ground with a heart-wrenching scream.

"My cultivation! You've destroyed my cultivation!"

"Breaking your cultivation is already letting you off easy."

Chu Feng didn't even bother to look at him, and turned to look at Xia Zhensheng in the main seat.

The old man quickly forced himself to stand up.

"Chu...Chu Saint Son."

"Master Xia."

Chu Feng took two steps forward and said with a smile, "You saw what happened today."

"As soon as the people from Wanzhen Pavilion arrived, you sold your own daughter without saying a word."

"Your son sold out the sect, and you, the father, sold out your daughter. The Xia family's ways are truly something else."

Xia Zhensheng's old face turned bright red, his lips opened and closed repeatedly, and in the end he could only squeeze out one sentence.

"I...I was forced into this situation..."

"Forced into it?"

Chu Feng smiled again. "Patriarch Xia, the reason you're still standing here today isn't because you're so capable, nor because you have so much backbone."

"It's because you gave birth to a wonderful daughter."

"If Xia Hanyan hadn't acknowledged me, do you think this matter would have passed so easily today?"

Xia Zhensheng lowered his head, unable to utter a single word.

Chu Feng was too lazy to lecture him anymore and said bluntly.

"From this day forward, all external affairs of the Xia family, such as the planting and supply of Soul-Gathering Grass, will be managed by Xia Hanhan alone."

"As for you, the head of the family, you can continue sitting if you want. Just be a mascot."

Xia Zhensheng's body swayed involuntarily.

The elders of the Xia family nearby looked at each other, and someone wanted to stand up and say something.

But when she saw Chu Feng's smiling face and thought about Du Yuan's fate, she swallowed back all the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

Xia Hanyan stepped out from behind Chu Feng, her eyes a little red.

She walked up to her father and bowed slightly.

"Father, from now on, I will take responsibility for the affairs of the Xia family."

Xia Zhensheng closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

He neither nodded nor shook his head.

But it doesn't matter.

Chu Feng clapped his hands in satisfaction, then turned around and pulled Xia Hanyan aside.

Hongxiu, being very perceptive, stood guard to the side, completely blocking the view from others.

"Han Yan"

Chu Feng lowered his voice and the smile on his face disappeared.

"Master, please speak."

Xia Hanyan raised her head, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling as she looked at him.

"Besides standing up for you, I have another important matter to discuss with you this time."

"I need a medicine called the Soul-Gathering Sacred Fruit."

Xia Hanyan's expression became somewhat strange.

"How did the master know about this?"

Chu Feng raised an eyebrow.

Judging from this reaction, things are looking promising.

"Never mind how I know, just tell me if your Xia family has it."

Xia Hanyan remained silent for about two seconds.

Then she raised her head, her tone becoming serious.

"have."

Chu Feng's eyes lit up immediately.

"The reason why our Xia family's Soul-Gathering Grass is of such high quality compared to others is not because our cultivation methods are so advanced."

"It's because a Soul-Gathering Sacred Fruit is being nurtured in the deepest part of the core spiritual field."

"The roots of that thing are planted deep in the spirit field, and the spiritual energy it emits day and night nourishes all the Soul-Gathering Grass, which is why our Xia family's herbs are of such high quality."

Chu Feng almost jumped up on the spot after hearing this.

He had originally intended to go to the Demon Palace or the Abyss of a Hundred Ghosts to find something, but it turned out to be right in his own backyard!

What the hell is this called?

This is what they call "searching high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly!"

He took a breath, suppressing his excitement and trying to calm himself down.

"Can we pick that sacred fruit now?"

Xia Hanyan shook her head. "You can't pick it directly; it's integrated with the array of the spirit field."

"If we pick them rashly, the entire spirit field will be ruined."