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”I want it now! Having one more weapon will increase our combat strength on the way to rescue your master!”

Fang Yu said.

He felt a bit like Ding Hui... What kind of talk is this, making promises before they’ve even started, and already persuading people to give things...

Chen Yunyun looked at Fang Yu, opened her mouth, then quickly closed it again. She tiptoed and took down the Blood Drying Sword from the rack, carefully placing it in Fang Yu’s hand.

”Don’t draw it. If you take it out, the Demon Sword will unleash its power, stirring your desire to kill. But if you’re facing an enemy, draw the sword, Young Master Diao. If you wish to keep it, then store it well.”

Fang Yu gently touched the sword’s patterns, his face full of satisfaction.

However... Taking the item and then not doing anything in return is a bit... too much, isn’t it?

Fang Yu accepted the sword, yet in his heart, he began to feel a sense of guilt.

After all, he himself wasn’t entirely sure if he would help.

”My husband is even more decisive than me.”

Ding Hui’s teasing voice echoed in Fang Yu’s mind, prompting him to glance at her.

You’re the one who started this!

”Now, both of you, could you follow me to meet the other team members?”

”Lead the way.” Fang Yu spoke.

”Hold on.” Ding Hui said.

Chen Yunyun was startled, looking at Ding Hui with a face full of confusion.

”Lord Yun, besides the item I asked for from the treasure vault, I want something else.”

Chen Yunyun felt a bit frustrated. Ding Hui had already made quite a demand.

But to secure Fang Yu’s help, she accepted it entirely.

And now, another request was being made.

Suppressing the slight dissatisfaction in her heart, Chen Yunyun asked patiently.

”Mrs. Diao, what else do you want?”

Unexpectedly, Ding Hui lifted her finger, pointing straight at Chen Yunyun.

”I want... you!”

...

Cre-eak.

The door of the meeting room was pushed open.

Light shined in, revealing the appearances of the people inside.

On either side of the large long table, three rows on the left, three on the right, all occupied, perfectly seating six people.

The first seat on the left held a Daoist in green robes, carrying a wooden sword, with a character for ”Qing” written on his Daoist attire. His sleeves were wide and large, looking somewhat different from regular Daoist robes.

The second on the left shuffled the loose strands of long hair upward, revealing big white teeth, grinning foolishly at Chen Yunyun, like a lovestruck fool, yet he was handsome, fair, and dashing, resembling a carefree young master wielding a sword wandering the world, or the invincible Long Aotian from various TV shows, with an aura of ”I’m invincible, do as you please.”

The third on the left was holding a very long sword, nearly two meters long, standing it on the ground, with his head slightly resting on the sword scabbard, coldly glancing sideways towards the door.

At this point, Chen Yunyun spoke.

”Gentlemen, let me introduce them. This is Daoist Qing Yan, the Daoist of Qingyan Daoist School, an old friend of my master. Though this rescue mission was initiated by me, Daoist Qing Yan aided in organizing personnel and various details, otherwise it would be impossible to gather so many masters in such a short time.”

Daoist Qing Yan stood up and made a gesture of respect to Fang Yu.

Despite being a senior, he showed such courtesy, Fang Yu naturally hurriedly clasped his fists.

”Diao Deyi, greetings to Daoist Qing Yan!”

[Zhou Qingyan: 1000/1000.]

”Thank you for the help, my friend. If we successfully rescue Wen Xi, Qingyan Daoist School will surely offer substantial gratitude!”

Ding Hui’s voice timely echoed from Fang Yu’s mind.

”He’s the one who doesn’t care about rewards, willing to pick up scraps, Daoist Qing Yan. In my view, if not for Chen Yunyun’s insistence, he’d want nothing but to rescue people. A Daoist, a gatekeeper, these two probably have some sort of relationship.”

You’re gossiping now!

Fang Yu was speechless, pretending he didn’t hear anything.

As Daoist Qing Yan sat down, Fang Yu’s gaze moved to the second person.

[Dongfang Tong: 10000/10000.]

”Dongfang Tong, one of the personnel recommended by Daoist Qing Yan. The sect is inconvenient to disclose, but with Daoist Qing Yan’s endorsement, I naturally trust his ability.”

Dongfang Tong winked at Chen Yunyun, releasing a very magnetic voice.

”It’s my honor to help Miss Yunyun solve problems.”

Chen Yunyun: ”...”

Fang Yu looked at her, then Dongfang Tong, and clasped his fists.

”Greetings, Brother Dongfang.”

”...”

Ignored.

Entirely ignored.

Fang Yu’s expression froze momentarily, acting as if nothing happened and lowered his hand.

However, Chen Yunyun immediately frowned slightly.

”Young Master Diao is an important helper I invited, please show a bit more respect to him, Young Master Dongfang!”

After Chen Yunyun spoke, Dongfang Tong reluctantly glanced at Fang Yu.

”Pretty boy, once the operation begins, just stay behind me, I’ll keep you safe.”

Fang Yu chuckled dryly, saying no more.

Chen Yunyun didn’t dwell on Dongfang Tong further and smoothly introduced the third person.

”Luo Jianqing, inheritor of the Luohua Sword Technique, with exquisite swordsmanship, also interested in the Demon Sword Blood Drying.”

Fang Yu looked at Luo Jianqing.

[Luo Jianqing: 15000/15000.]

Damn!

Fifteen thousand??

What kind of monster is this!

Fang Yu’s heart skipped a beat, suddenly feeling less confident about competing for the Demon Sword.

But after thinking about it, this matter isn’t simply about strength, he has people and connections backing him!

At this moment, Luo Jianqing spoke coldly.

”I want to rebuild the Luohua Sword Sect, establish it properly. Without a sect treasure sword, it’ll be a laughing stock. I hope Lord Shouguan will show some leniency.”

Though his voice was cold, Fang Yu sensed that he preferred Luo Jianqing over Dongfang Aotian.

But...

”Friend, Blood Drying Sword is destined for me. Is it possible for you to part with it?”