My Daoist partner helps me cultivate immortality

"You're so timid, how can I let you go home alone?"

Gongshu Yan walked over to him and slowly sat on Lin Ye's lap. His long, silky white hair exuded a faint fragrance, like the sweet scent of flowers swaying gently in the breeze.

Lin Ye could only raise one hand to gently stroke his master's hair, while using the other hand to look up the documents.

On the other side, the branch president's assistant was already looking exasperated.

Damn it...

What are you doing in front of a monk who has been single for over a hundred years?!

Is there any manners at all?

One stick of incense time.

A small stack of processed documents had already piled up in front of Lin Ye.

The assistant glanced up and his heart skipped a beat.

So fast?

It couldn't have been written randomly, could it?

Let me see!

After reviewing the documents, the assistant closed his eyes tightly.

How could this be... Am I seeing things?

The quality of the grading is very high!

I don't believe it's possible without decades or even centuries of experience in clerical work!

Is this what they call a genius, someone with talent in everything?

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Then came a commotion.

"Please, please don't... I'll lose this job..."

The speaker seems to be Miss Pang Lu.

Lin Ye raised one eyebrow: "Please come in."

Two Wanbaolou stewards pushed open the door, their faces grim, while Pang Lu beside them looked utterly dejected.

Upon seeing Lin Ye, the two deacons were taken aback.

I remembered that he was the person the shopkeeper had specifically instructed me to hire.

The deacons clasped their hands and said:

"Greetings, Young Master Lin!"

"What's wrong? Tell me about it."

"It's like this..." the steward sighed, "Fellow Daoist Pang Lu from the Refiner's Guild participated in the resale of secondhand flying boat tickets."

"The amount involved is extremely large, and he has now pleaded guilty."

Lin Ye blinked and exchanged a glance with Pang Lu, who was completely distracted.

Isn't this still being a scalper?

They were caught red-handed by Wanbaolou.

Pang Lu's usual serene smile was gone, replaced by panic and weakness. She looked away like a frightened little animal.

But she quickly realized what was happening and looked at Lin Ye pleadingly.

Lin Ye shifted her gaze.

The deacon cleared his throat: "After confiscating the stolen money and deducting the fine, she owes Wanbaolou..."

"150 mid-grade spirit stones!"

Lin Ye couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

Good heavens, 150 mid-grade spirit stones!

It's important to know that it would take an ordinary early-stage Golden Core cultivator about a month to earn these spirit stones, while a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator would need more than half a year.

Pang Lu, in the late stage of Qi Refining...

Including interest, hmm...

I'll never be able to pay this debt back in my lifetime!

Seeing Lin Ye's calm attitude, the two deacons quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, they respectfully clasped their hands in a fist and bowed, saying, "We are only here to convey this matter to the Refiners' Guild, and we have no intention of offending anyone."

"Young Master Lin, we shall take our leave."

"Walk slowly without sending."

After seeing the two stewards off, Lin Ye slowly turned his gaze to Pang Lu.

Pang Lu lowered her head dejectedly, her hair slightly disheveled, her sky-blue dress and smooth black hair hanging to the ground.

When she looked up and saw Lin Ye sitting in the branch president's seat, her eyes flashed with a light like seeing a lifeline, and a special sense of tension filled the room.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, I beg you, please save my life..."

Chapter Fifty: What a Damn Handsome Guy!

Talking about money can really hurt feelings!

Especially considering the amount of money involved, Lin Ye felt a surge of disgust upon hearing it.

Pang Lu's face showed barely concealed anxiety. After a moment's hesitation, she knelt down on the ground.

Lin Ye casually flipped through the documents: "Fellow Daoist Pang, you're a worldly person. Don't tell me you've forgotten what 150 mid-grade spirit stones mean."

"Ten precious airship tickets can be bought."

"At least ten portions of Foundation Establishment Pills, which are coveted by countless Qi Refining cultivators."

"I could exchange at most one-twentieth of it for your life. I just want to ask you what price you're willing to pay to buy twenty of your own lives?"

Lin Ye's voice was cold, with a hint of accusation.

Pang Lu's lips trembled: "I...I'm willing to pay any price..."

The branch president's assistant shook his head and stood up.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, I'm going out for a bit."

"Fellow Daoist Pang, please don't put others in a difficult position..."

A mocking glint flashed in the assistant's eyes: "It's not that you're heartless, fellow Daoist, you just owe me too much!"

Pang Lu's face turned pale, and she bit her lower lip tightly.

The assistant squinted as he left the room.

Gongshu Yan remained unmoved and silent.

Pang Lu raised her head, her lips trembling, as if she wanted to say something, but some force made her hold back.

She slowly rose to her feet: "I'm sorry, Fellow Daoist Lin... I won't trouble you any further..."

It was as if he had exhausted all his strength.

As she stepped out the door, she caught a glimpse of her assistant's mocking smile out of the corner of her eye, and a wave of extreme sadness washed over her.

The path to immortality is ruthless.

No one cares about another's life unless there is something to gain.

"Think again? What could possibly buy twenty of your lives?"

Pang Lu turned around in surprise and found that Gongshu Yan had just set up a soundproof barrier, so she rushed in.

"You mean..." Pang Lu was extremely nervous, gripping her skirt tightly until her knuckles turned white.

"You want the life of that Holy Maiden of the Qingyang Sect!"

"What's the use of taking her life?"

Lin Ye glanced at Gongshu Yan.

"I don't concern myself with the affairs of a mere servant," the master said calmly and reservedly, raising his chin slightly.

Lin Ye couldn't help but bury her head in her master's beautiful hair.

Master always believed in her, just as he was confident in his weapon-refining skills, that he would love her the most. With such trust, what more could a man ask for?

"It's so itchy...you naughty disciple, let's get down to business!" Gongshu Yan twisted his body slightly.

Lin Ye tossed out a collar.

This bio-technology collar is more effective at restraining cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage than expensive servant contracts, and is a byproduct of research into prosthetic implants.

"According to what you said, this person is mentally unstable. If he suddenly attacks, he may hurt me and my master."

"I won't see her until she puts it on."

Pang Lu picked up the collar, trembling. "Your request is..."

"If you can get a cultivator at the late Foundation Establishment stage or above to wear it within a day, I can help you settle your debt."

Lin Ye mentally complained.

Is Wanbaolou issuing fines just arbitrarily setting exorbitant amounts?

A good horse is known for its legs, and a hero for his words.

To put it arrogantly, he claimed to be acting as his master's agent, and that he could settle things with just a few words without paying any money.

"I have a way to help her break through to the Golden Core stage, and a way to take her away from the Qingyang Sect. I have plenty of leverage, so this shouldn't be difficult, right?"

The despair on Pang's face quickly melted away like ice and snow, transforming into a tense yet radiant expression.

"Thank you, thank you for giving me a chance to live!"

She bowed repeatedly to Lin Ye.

Then, he hurriedly left the private room.

Lin Ye prefers capable people to do this, especially those at the late stage of Qi Refining. No matter how many excuses they have, they'll risk their lives. If they succeed, saving her life is no problem.

After Pang Lu's figure disappeared, Lin Ye secretly reminded himself.

Ordinary people are born to be chosen and arranged, and they have no choice in their own lives. Lin Ye is all too familiar with this.

If things go wrong, I might find myself in the same predicament as Pang Lu is today.

At their current level, even if the world were to turn upside down, it would be impossible for them to get close to a Nascent Soul Ancestor.

Speaking of servants, those at the Golden Core stage who can burn their lifespan to protect themselves in critical moments are a must-have.

My master is a treasure; he's someone I'll ascend to heaven with in the future.

Of course, we should look for someone else.

......

The next morning.

A green-haired girl wearing a collar stood bewildered in front of Lin Ye's house.

The two guards had already received instructions and said, "Young Master Lin has instructed that any cultivators wearing collars be invited in."

"Yes..." the girl murmured, taking small steps into the courtyard.

Wenren Qingyu, the Holy Maiden of the Qingyang Sect, is a cultivator with communication difficulties who has been in seclusion for twenty years.

Standing in Lin Ye's courtyard, she felt a sense of familiarity.

Pang Lu!

You lied to me!

I was badly cheated before.