Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses

Chapter 1171: Chapter 333: Feng Zhaoyang Arc (End)

Owing so much money, and still having the nerve to blush.

Yuchi praised him speechlessly: ”Impressive, impressive! Did you eat four million taels worth of elixirs all by yourself? How can you eat so much? Even my disciples at the Spirit Storage Stage can’t eat as much as you.”

Feng Zhaoyang continued to scratch his head.

When he was getting bombarded by the two Nascent Soul cultivators in front of him, his ears turned red.

He and Yuchi stood on a mountain peak, casually chatting. For a battle where the outcome was predetermined, there wasn’t any real point in watching. These Nascent Soul cultivators probably never expected they’d become live wallpaper during two people’s conversation.

”Probably because my Ninth-Grade Talent is fake.” Feng Zhaoyang chuckled.

... You’re fake yourself; you’re actually Seventh-Grade Talent.

Then Yuchi didn’t say anything. He directly retrieved a stack of paper from his storage ring and stuffed it into Feng Zhaoyang’s hand. As Feng Zhaoyang was gradually perplexed, Yuchi said, ”Here’s around two million taels of silver notes. Use them to cover your debt. If it’s not enough, I have no more.”

”...”

Feng Zhaoyang didn’t immediately speak. He first looked at Yuchi suspiciously, confirmed Yuchi wasn’t joking, then looked at the silver notes in his hand to make sure they were real. Upon seeing the casino marks on the notes, he understood.

”Wow, old rascal, you couldn’t spend this yourself, could you?!” Feng Zhaoyang exclaimed in shock.

”Do you want them or not?” Yuchi said, ”If not, give them back, and I’ll cleanse them myself.”

”I want them!”

Feng Zhaoyang immediately stored the silver notes in his ring and then grinned, ”Dad, you’re so good to me. I’ll take these two million taels then, thanks, Dad.”

He’s even more carefree than me! Damn rascal, you’re not planning on returning them, huh?! Yuchi saw through Feng Zhaoyang’s little scheme at once, and the two shared a knowing smile.

Those silver notes are money, but bear casino marks, meaning if they circulate freely, the casinos will soon catch wind of it. It’s not easy to fool them by claiming they were ’found,’ given casinos have considerable influence.

Considering his big brother is busy wooing Xiangxiang and pursuing happiness, it won’t be convenient to burden his brother with cleansing silver; the process is tedious and demanding. Thus, these silver notes are useless to Yuchi, neither edible nor easily disposed of.

It’s better to give them to Feng Zhaoyang, who might have means to spend them.

Yet Feng Zhaoyang didn’t plan to keep them without giving back. He removed his storage ring, saying, ”Inside there’s one hundred thousand Spirit Stones. It’s not worth two hundred thousand, but purifying costs resources. Brother Zong, you’ll take a slight loss, but once I bounce back, we’ll conquer mountains and seas together!”

Why go to dangerous places, you crazy fool? Yuchi unhesitatingly accepted the hundred thousand Spirit Stones; this mutual assistance costs neither. Casinos are the ones suffering.

So Yuchi asked, ”Why not get the money from the casinos?”

Feng Zhaoyang replied, ”Once discovered, you’re doomed. Not everyone has your guts.”

Then he began murmuring: Bu Luohua is your disciple, Zong Qingkuang is your disciple, Qin Lanyu and Qin Miaoyu are also your disciples, you’ve offended the Four Major Institutions in the State Capital, and all those pill refiners. You’re a stubborn mule; not everyone is so headstrong.”

Yuchi broke into a sweat listening: ”Oh, I think the same. I picked those silver notes from a dead cultivator by the roadside.”

Feng Zhaoyang: ”I believe it!”

Yuchi: ”Haha.”

Laughing and chatting, both hid their worries.

Feng Zhaoyang was contemplating how soon he could repay the lacking money, while Yuchi worried about Wan Qishang. Yes, as stated before, Wan Qishang and Yuchi knew each other. Though they lacked any sentimental bond, seeing Wan Qishang die would somewhat trouble Yuchi.

Yuchi, like Wan Qishang, was essentially dancing on a knife edge, risking a quick fall, part of the same ilk.

Then, suddenly.

”The outcome was decided. A cultivator was utterly destroyed by Spiritual Qi, casting green blood across the sky.”

”A Nascent Soul cultivator can just die like that.”

”Is this the power of control?”

”What about Wan Qishang?”

”Is she still alive?”

Feng Zhaoyang relaxed his Spiritual Qi, listening as that Nascent Soul cultivator’s terrifying laughter echoed, then said again: ”Old rascal, how strong are you now?”

”Golden Core,” Yuchi replied.

”Hmm,” Feng Zhaoyang said, ”You bastard.”

Yuchi: ”Haha.”

He was used to it; they wouldn’t believe him either way. There wasn’t much he could do. You can’t blame Feng Zhaoyang and others for their disbelief. He had disciples in the Golden Core Stage, not just one, so as a Sect Leader, how could he be merely at the Golden Core Stage?