Fellow Daoist Entrusts His Child: Immortality Begins with Nurturing a Demoness

Chapter 84 Internal Strife, On Making a Name (6500 words more tonight, please subscribe~)

After bidding farewell to the three branch masters, Luo Fanchen went to Li Miaoyun's residence first.

Vendors along the way kept calling out their wares, and people came and went. Luo Fanchen stroked the sun, moon, and universe patterns on the wooden sign and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"As expected, Foundation Establishment cultivators cannot recognize this wooden plaque."

Luo Fanchen murmured silently. He had long ago noticed the mystery of the Sun, Moon, Five Elements, and Qiankun Pattern. Whether it was Qiu Yun, Mo Xue, or even when he briefly had Li Miaoyun see it through Yun Mo's hands, none of them could understand or remember it.

Apart from him, only Luo Qianqiu has been able to detect some clues from the imprint so far.

This is also the source of his courage to go to the meeting alone and face the three Foundation Establishment experts directly.

Foundation Establishment cultivators cannot recognize the markings at all; they can only indirectly determine their affiliation to the Xuanmen sect through certain methods, which in turn can corroborate their identity.

As long as the Xuanmen (masters) do not personally visit or directly confront a Core Formation Realm cultivator, they will generally not be exposed.

"It's safer than I thought, and I can make better use of it in the future."

Luo Fanchen pursed his lips in thought, becoming increasingly certain of his guess.

The wooden plaque was safer than he had imagined, and its deterrent effect and credibility were very high. Xuanmen sects would also rarely come to this desolate place. If he could make good use of this identity, he was confident that he could quickly improve his cultivation and status.

Of course, it is still necessary to avoid directly facing the Foundation Establishment stage of the Luoshen Pavilion, especially for inner sect prodigies who have comprehended the Xuanzhang Inheritance Method.

"There is no orthodox sect in Qingyuan Domain, so I am the orthodox sect."

Luo Fanchen let out a long breath, his trembling fingers slowly clenching into a fist, his ambition burning within him.

He has already verified his combat ability. With Mo Xue's help to make up for the difference in spiritual root breathing techniques, he is not much different from an ordinary person with three spiritual roots.

Furthermore, he possesses a special physique with sword bones and overflowing true essence, making him a formidable opponent even among those of the same rank within the Daoist sect.

"So what if it's the Xuanmen sect? As long as I can successfully complete the fourth level of the elixir cultivation, I don't believe the Xuanmen sect will bother to clean house."

Luo Fanchen quickly sorted out his thoughts, and his confidence increased.

He quickly strolled to Li Miaoyun's residence. Before he even entered, he could faintly hear the clanging sound of swords cutting through the air.

It was Mo Xue. He also possessed the sword bone and could sense that the sword energy in the courtyard was sharp and swift like thunder, which was already a sign of the gathering of sword intent.

He's only been gone a few days? Mo Xue's progress is astonishing, it's no exaggeration to say it's a thousand miles a day.

Seemingly sensing his presence, the sword stopped humming instantly, and a moment later, a girl in a light blue fitted leather dress with cascading black hair came running with light, quick steps.

"Master Luo!"

Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.

Luo Fanchen watched as Mo Xue pounced on him like a loyal dog, and couldn't help but smile.

He opened his arms, and a fragrant breeze wafted over him. He embraced her soft, beautiful body, and Mo Xue's pretty face flushed slightly. A few strands of her dark hair were damp and stuck to her cheeks, revealing her delicate, pink earlobes. She was charming and lovely.

A faint, damp scent of sweat lingered around my nose, mixed with the delicate fragrance of gardenias—not unpleasant, but rather refreshing.

"Master Luo, why are you only coming to see me now?"

Mo Xue murmured, burying half her face in Luo Ye's arms, her cheeks rubbing against his chest, her nose twitching like a cat as she sniffed.

Just as she was enjoying it, a faint, sweet scent of lavender suddenly filled her nostrils, and her relaxed eyebrows gradually furrowed.

Master Luo exudes the scent of autumn.
Mo Xue tilted her head up and looked at Luo Ye with a pitiful expression, feeling a strange bitterness and a strong sense of possessiveness rising in her heart.

She wrapped her arms tightly around Luo Ye's waist, her delicate body rubbing against him as if she wanted to meld her body into his embrace, until she had covered him with her scent before she stopped.

Cats marking their territory?

Luo Fanchen couldn't help but smile. Mo Xue had already gained some strength, and while rubbing against him, she hugged him very tightly, making his chest ache.

"Hasn't it only been ten days?"

Just as Luo Fanchen was about to gently comfort her, the girl muttered to herself, "Master Luo is biased. He only brought Qiuyun this time. He definitely didn't think about her."

"You silly girl, you're getting jealous now."

Luo Fanchen chuckled and gently stroked Mo Xue's little head.

The girl's lower lip pursed her upper lip. Instead of gently nuzzling her cheek with her head as before, she reached out her two delicate hands and took Luo Ye's hand in hers, guiding it to her cheek. Her almond-shaped eyes narrowed.

Warm, tingling, Luo Ye's warmth caressed her cheeks through his slightly rough palms, slightly dispelling the bitterness in her heart.

"Then, between me and Qiuyun, who is more important to Master Luo?"

Luo Fanchen was slightly taken aback. He gently pinched Mo Xue's cheek and said tenderly and earnestly, "Mo Xue and Qiu Yun are both very important to me."

Before the girl could ask another question, Luo Fanchen quickly added, "I have said that."

"This trip was mainly to help Qiuyun sublimate her soul banner. I was afraid of interfering with Moxue's cultivation, so I didn't bring you along."

"I was thinking of Mo Xue, so I brought you a gift."

Mo Xue raised her chin with a huff, her lips moving as she muttered, "Master Luo is really cunning."

She seemed to look away, but her eyes were fixed on Master Luo's storage bag out of the corner of her eye, her pretty face full of anticipation.

"I saw that this sword technique was very suitable for Mo Xue, so I bought it."

"Only sword techniques?"

Luo Fanchen took out the spoils of war he had obtained from Yun Che. This technique was a superior-grade sword technique called Water Light Sword Shadow.

Mo Xue took the sword manual, her lips slightly pursed; she had thought it would be something more girly.

Just as she was about to coax Master Luo, her nose twitched slightly, as if she had smelled a hint of blood in the sword technique, and her almond-shaped eyes narrowed.

"I was a little rushed, I should have brought some of Mo Xue's favorites."

"I like this sword technique, thank you, Master Luo."

Mo Xue's pretty face softened, and she took Luo Ye's hand, half-coquettishly and half-pleadingly saying, "Can you take me with you in the future, Luo Ye?"

"I will no longer hold Master Luo back."

"Come on, Master Luo, you're always staying in Feiyun Workshop to cultivate. I also need to gain experience!"

"With Mo Xue's combat prowess, does she still need training?"

Mo Xue gently tugged at his sleeve with her slender hand, her almond-shaped eyes fixed on him without yielding an inch.

Luo Fanchen's eyes were full of affection as he pursed his lips and sighed softly, thinking to himself that Mo Xue was no longer a child who could be easily fooled.

"Okay, I'll bring Mo Xue next time, provided you advance to the fourth level of Qi Refining as soon as possible."

"Hmph! Master Luo underestimates me. Perhaps it won't be long before my cultivation surpasses Master Luo's!"

Mo Xue wrapped her arms around Luo Fanchen's arm and led him into the mansion. Along the way, Yun Mo arrived late. When he saw Luo Fanchen and Mo Xue together, he hesitated for a long time before finally stepping forward with a stiff smile.

"grown ups."

Where is your master?

"The Pavilion Master has been summoned away by Fairy Ruoxue for a meeting and will probably not return until tomorrow. If you do not mind, you may rest here for a while tonight."

Yunmo, with a respectful expression, gently served a cup of fragrant tea, trying her best to persuade him to stay.

Her beautiful eyes were smiling, but there was a hint of worry in them. After returning to her residence, the Pavilion Master covered her face and sighed, as if her soul had been taken away. She shut herself in the pavilion and refused to see anyone.

Just half an hour ago, when Fairy Ruoxue sent a message to summon her away, she instructed her to keep a close eye on Moxue as she left.

The Pavilion Master also knew that after losing the cooperative relationship with Lord Luo, Mo Xue was the only chance to meet with him and try to persuade him to stay.

However, no sooner had the Pavilion Master left than the Lord came to visit.

Clearly, the adults had made up their minds.

"Is there some trouble at Feiyun Workshop?"

Luo Fanchen seemed to be deep in thought. He followed Yunmo to the main hall to rest, while Moxue took the opportunity to wash up and pack her things, planning to go home and stay with Master Luo for a few days.

"With Fairy Ruoxue in charge, Feiyunfang is naturally safe and sound. It's the incidents at Xinmo Temple and Xianshui Residence that have occurred, and the Pavilion Master has been summoned for questioning."

After saying that, as if afraid that Luo Fanchen would misunderstand, she carefully said, "The Pavilion Master would never do anything to harm you, sir."

"so."

Luo Fanchen sipped the spiritual tea, the first-grade snow crystal pear was sweet and refreshing, soothing to the soul.

It seems Li Miaoyun has gone to clean up his mess.

Having not yet met the main character, Luo Fanchen chatted with Yun Mo for a few more minutes. Seeing that she seemed distracted and preoccupied, he wisely finished his cup of spiritual tea.

Yunmo hurriedly prepared to refill the tea, but Luo Fanchen casually waved his hand, refusing and giving instructions at the same time.

"I plan to bring Mo Xue home to stay for a few days."

Upon hearing this, Yunmo's pretty face froze slightly.

She moved her lips, wanting to offer advice, but lacking the reason and courage to speak, and could only manage a bitter smile.

As expected, Lord Luo came here to take Mo Xue away.

With her head drooping and ears ringing, she saw Lord Luo and Mo Xue off at the door, completely disoriented. It wasn't until Luo Fanchen turned back to give her his usual instructions before parting that she snapped out of her daze.

"Mo Xue will stay at home until the Sword Tower opens, which will take about ten days. At that time, the Pavilion Master can send someone to pick her up."

Should we continue?

Yunmo tilted his head in confusion, his pupils then belatedly dilating as he exclaimed in delight, "Isn't Master going to take Moxue away?"

"of course yes."

Luo Fanchen frowned slightly, feeling that Yun Mo was acting rashly and easily startled today.

"No, I mean... cough, are you free recently, sir? My master would like to pay you a visit after his return."

"Your sect leader hasn't even returned yet, how come you already know you want to visit me?"

Luo Fanchen couldn't help but chuckle, while Yun Mo made a mistake in his haste, lowering his head shyly, looking quite embarrassed.

"There's no need for her to visit me."

Upon hearing this, Yunmo's pretty face changed slightly, and Luo Fanchen quickly added, "I was taken care of by her this time. When she returns, please let me know, and I will come to visit your sect leader."

"Alright! I will inform the master as soon as the sect leader returns."

"sorry to bother you."

Luo Fanchen didn't mind Yun Mo's loss of composure. On the contrary, he had a decent impression of this fairy and handed her a storage bag after a moment's consideration.

"There are some things here that I obtained this time, and I need you to help me sell them. Half of them will be used to pay off the debts I owe over the past few days, and the rest will be converted into spirit stones."

Yunmo glanced at it carefully and quickly, and saw that inside were a large number of low-level talismans and pills.

There are probably no fewer than a hundred of them. Although the quality is slightly lower, they are all of a wide range of applications, such as the Rejuvenation Talisman and the Sweet Dew Talisman.

"Let's say it's 80% of the black market price. You can sell it yourself or give it to your sect leader, it's up to you."

After Luo Fanchen finished speaking, he softened his tone and said gently to Yun Mo, "After you get rid of this order, the commission should be enough for you to cultivate for a while. Once your cultivation level improves, many troubles will naturally be resolved."

"Yes, yes, thank you for your mercy, sir."

Yunmo was flattered and somewhat incredulous.

Did the adults notice that she was feeling down and deliberately try to help her?

Luo Fanchen nodded slightly, took Mo Xue's hand and left. After their figures disappeared, Yun Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief. Unbeknownst to her, the bodice of her gauze dress had been crumpled by her grip.

"Sir, it doesn't seem like you intend to terminate the cooperation."

"Perhaps it's just a misunderstanding between me and the Pavilion Master?"

Yunmo murmured, standing there blankly for a long time, finally feeling a great weight lifted from her heart. How could a prodigy chosen by Xuanzhang be someone who would betray principles for personal gain? They had been judging a gentleman by their own petty standards.

"Indeed, women are hard to please."

Yunmo covered his lips, barely able to suppress a smile. If the Pavilion Master knew the Lord's true feelings, he would probably jump for joy at having his lost treasure back.

At the same time, on the third floor of the inner ring deacon building.

The ground was paved with spirit stones, and the lamps cast from the Soul Cleansing Crystal emitted a hazy glow. Inside the openwork sandalwood screen, Ming Ruoxue sat quietly on a futon.

Her eyes were like painted blue, her eyebrows like flowing water, her delicate nose and jade-like bridge were lightly covered by a thin veil, her long, snowy neck was adorned with a star-shaped beauty mark, a hazy mist hung over her body, and her long black hair cascaded down to her waist, like a dream.

Amidst the wafting incense smoke, Li Miaoyun stood awkwardly to her side, her beautiful and charming face losing its luster.

Outside the screen, several Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Immortal Water Abode and the Qinghe Sect knelt on one knee, holding their breath with trepidation. The entire pavilion was so quiet that only the sound of falling frost and snow could be heard.

"Miaoyun".

"Sister Ruoxue, I'm here."

"I heard that the disciples of Xianshuiju have first set their sights on your head镖师 (bodyguard) and a rogue cultivator."

Ming Ruoxue's voice was clear and cold, and she slowly opened her eyes as her long eyelashes trembled: "Then the disciples of Xianshuiju were all wiped out by Xinmo Temple, and then Xinmo Temple was completely killed by that disciple of Tianmo Sect."

"Why were only three people from your Feiyunfang branch spared?"

Ming Ruoxue spoke slowly and deliberately, while Li Miaoyun lowered her head, feeling immense pressure.

Where did these demonic cultivators from the Heavenly Demon Sect come from? Immortal Water Residence and Heart Demon Temple were both completely wiped out by Lord Luo alone.

Wait, Soul Banner! Did you expose the Soul Banner during the battle, sir?

Her mind raced, and she knew that it would be difficult to clear her name by proving herself alone. After a moment's consideration, she said in a wronged voice.

"Sister Ruoxue suspects I'm secretly colluding with demonic cultivators?"

“The other three branch pavilions suffered heavy losses, with only three people surviving with serious injuries. Only your Feiyunfang branch pavilion escaped unscathed. I need an explanation.”

As the fine snowflakes fell, the temperature inside the pavilion dropped a few degrees.

Outside the screen, the Foundation Establishment Elder of Immortal Water Residence trembled with fear, and Li Miaoyun also broke out in a sweat under the powerful spiritual pressure.

"He is the rogue cultivator that Sister Ruoxue mentioned."

"Ok?"

Ming Ruoxue raised an eyebrow slightly, and Li Miaoyun stammered, "That rogue cultivator was my retainer and also Mo Xue's relative. He was the one who forced back that demonic cultivator."

"I remember him. He slaughtered dozens of cultivators at Feiyunfang, but he was only at the fifth level of Qi Refining, right?"

"Sixth level, Fellow Daoist Luo has already reached the sixth level of Qi Refining."

Ming Ruoxue straightened up, her pretty face gradually turning cold. Her pair of green eyes were as calm as a deep pool, making Li Miaoyun dare not look directly at her.

"Him? He can force back the main branch of the Heavenly Demon Sect's demonic cultivators?"

"That demonic cultivator is only at the sixth level of Qi Refining. At the same level, Sister Ruoxue, you wouldn't lose to a demonic cultivator from the main lineage, would you?"

Ming Ruoxue narrowed her green eyes slightly and took light steps until she was only a step away from Li Miaoyun before stopping.

To be honest, at the same level, she is no match for the main lineage demonic cultivators. Only after she successfully comprehends the profound chapters after forming her core will she be able to truly be considered close to the orthodox Xuanmen sect and the main lineage of the demonic sect in terms of combat strength and status.

"You mean, he's as good as me?"

Ming Ruoxue's voice was icy cold; it was Li Miaoyun who was speaking. Anyone else would have been covered in frost long ago.

"Fellow Daoist Luo has discerning eyes and is able to cultivate Mo Xue. Moreover, he himself was involved in the chaos of Feiyunfang and wiped out all the tribulation cultivators. His combat strength is evident to all."

"Heh, interesting. You call him a fellow Daoist, you value him highly."

"They are all at the sixth level of Qi Refining, and can easily kill enemies beyond their level."

Ming Ruoxue's eyes turned cold as she spoke meaningfully: "Compared to forcing back the demonic cultivator, isn't he more likely to be a demonic cultivator in disguise?"

"Ten days later, Fellow Daoist Luo will go with Mo Xue to challenge the Dharma Tower and Sword Tower. If Sister Xue goes in person, he can be cleared of suspicion."

"Ten days."

Her face was as clear as snow, as calm as a still lake, and she bowed her head without saying a word.

Upon careful consideration, she became highly suspicious of the identity of the rogue cultivator named Luo Fanchen. It was somewhat understandable that he could deal with some cultivators who had taken advantage of the terrain, and even elite disciples of affiliated sects could do the same.

However, forcing back the main lineage of demonic cultivators is simply a pipe dream. It should be known that the techniques practiced by the sect and the demonic sect are far more sophisticated and sophisticated than those of independent cultivators.

Where did he get the techniques and skills to counter the exquisite methods of the Demonic Sect's main lineage?

If what Miaoyun said is true, under the same cultivation level and conditions, she believes she is not as good as this person. With such talent, even if she only has five spiritual roots, how could she be willing to be a rogue cultivator with no reputation?
"I am willing to vouch for Fellow Daoist Luo. If Sister Ruoxue confirms that he is a demonic cultivator in ten days, I am willing to be implicated!"

"In that case, fine. I will personally keep an eye on him in ten days."

Li Miaoyun's voice trembled, she held her breath, and dared not meet Ming Ruoxue's gaze.

After a while, Ming Ruoxue nodded slightly, and the chill in the entire pavilion instantly dissipated. She turned back, sat upright on the futon, and said calmly.

"Let's disperse, Miaoyun stays."

Everyone felt as if they had been granted a pardon, except for Li Miaoyun, who stood there with her hands clasped together and her eyes lowered in a restrained manner.

“I wasn’t targeting you. I need to give them an explanation for what just happened.”

"I know Sister Ruoxue is doing this for my own good."

“Miaoyun, colluding with demonic cultivators is a serious crime punishable by the extermination of one’s entire clan. I know you well and naturally believe that your Li family is irreconcilably opposed to demonic cultivators.”

Ming Ruoxue's voice is gentle, like a babbling brook.

"My only concern is that you don't know how to judge people."

“Fellow Daoist Luo is definitely not a demonic cultivator. I have witnessed his strength with my own eyes. If he is not a demonic cultivator, I would like to ask Sister Ruoxue for a deal.”

"Ha, so you're the only one who dares to make demands of me. Go ahead and say it."

Ming Ruoxue smiled faintly; she had basically ruled out any suspicion about this younger sister.

"Fellow Daoist Luo will surely be able to ascend to the twelfth floor of the Dharma Tower in ten days. With him in charge, other villains will not be able to stir up any trouble."

"You're that confident?"

With a light tap of her delicate hand, Ming Ruoxue caused a pot of spiritual tea to boil on its own, pouring out a pale green, flowing spiritual liquid. She then used her frost and snow-covered body to conjure an ice cup, poured half a cup, and shared it with Li Miaoyun.

Apart from the completely destroyed Yimu Sect, there are still thirty-one vassal sects remaining in the Qingyuan Domain.

There are a total of four inner disciples and five outer disciples in charge, among whom only the inner disciples have the authority to open the seventh floor.

The rankings on the seventh floor are interconnected, and the difficulty is uniform. There are four floors in total. If there is no territory with a seventh floor, you can only go to the territory set up by an inner disciple to climb the floor and obtain rankings and opportunities.

As the leader of the first building, if other territories were to take the lead, Ming Ruoxue would not only lose face, but the three territories of Qinghe would also find it difficult to compete with other territories in the Immortal Destiny and Azure Cloud Rankings in the future.

"Mo Xue can at least reach the tenth floor of the Sword Tower, and Fellow Daoist Luo will definitely reach the top!"

"If he can reach the top and his identity is beyond doubt, I would like to ask Sister Ruoxue to grant him a retainer's token."

Li Miaoyun spoke earnestly, holding up her teacup and bowing at a height lower than Ming Ruoxue's.

Ming Ruoxue sipped her spiritual tea, and after much deliberation, slowly nodded and said, "If he can reach the tenth floor, he will be considered a talent."

The so-called "Guardian's Token" is personally issued by the inner disciples of the Luoshen Pavilion. Those who receive the token can openly obtain the protection of the Luoshen Pavilion, enjoy personal guidance from a Daoist prodigy once a year, and have the right to exchange for and purchase some of the Luoshen Pavilion's cultivation techniques.

Of course, it's mostly symbolic.

After obtaining the retainer's token, Luo Fanchen's interests were now tied to Ming Ruoxue's, making him part of her faction. He could also accompany her to various formal occasions, making him far superior to any independent cultivator. Even the inner disciples who were her subordinates had to treat him with utmost respect.

"On behalf of Fellow Daoist Luo, I thank Sister Ruoxue."

"It's too early to draw conclusions. This time, Liu Xia will personally lead the team, but whether they can reach the summit is still uncertain."

Ming Ruoxue gently shook her head; she wasn't very optimistic about Luo Fanchen.

The Dharma Tower is the highest of the seven floors, and its difficulty is extremely high. It is not related to realm, but only to true essence and talent. Even she could only reach the eleventh floor.

Miaoyun had never participated in the Ascension Ceremony, so her knowledge was still somewhat limited.

"I will definitely defeat those villains for Sister Ruoxue!"

Li Miaoyun rallied her spirits, a smile finally appearing on her pretty face, and respectfully bowed to Ming Ruoxue.

Lord Luo himself would ascend the tower, inevitably revealing his true energy in the process.

The wood-elemental true essence that Xuanzhang condensed was vast and profound, without any karmic burdens attached to him.

At that time, she can directly clear herself of suspicion and gain fame by taking the lead, thus earning a great deal of immortal fortune for Mo Xue.

Furthermore, after gaining Sister Ruoxue's favor, it can be considered that you have indirectly re-bound your interests to her, and there is still a chance to win her back in the future, unless you refuse the retainer's token.

"I reject!"

The next day, as dawn broke, Li Miaoyun dragged her weary body back to the Jubao Pavilion residence. Soon after, two deputy pavilion masters respectfully came to report.

"I will not see them. I will refuse their visit and tell them to get lost!"

On the soft, fox-fur-covered couch, Li Miaoyun rested her hand on her forehead, her haggard face radiating anger.

Not long after her return, before she could even summon Yunmo, the three branch masters came to visit her, saying that thanks to Lord Tuoluo, her meridians and blood had recovered, and they had come in person to express their gratitude.

"Thank you? They intercepted my people, and now they want to come to my door to thank me? How dare they!"

Li Miaoyun gently rubbed her pearly white teeth together, her canine teeth clenched tightly. Even with her composure, she was momentarily dizzy with anger.

She went to great lengths to cultivate relationships and humbly flatter Lord Luo, whom she saw as her lifeline, only to have those three scoundrels snatch him away!

She went to great lengths to do Ruoxue a favor, making a solemn promise to her sister, hoping to retain the adult and seize some opportunities.

These idiots actually managed to smell the scent and come to provoke us. What's the difference between their so-called thanks and their rudeness?
If Lord Luo hadn't intervened and saved Yuan Chun and the other two, how could those three old bastards have dissolved Sister Ruoxue's Frost Spirit so quickly?

"If I could form my core, I would tear all three of you apart alive!"

Li Miaoyun paced restlessly, and after taking a Heart-Cleansing Pill, she breathed and meditated for a while before her mind gradually calmed down.

An hour later, Chief Escort Yun reported that the three branch masters had not yet left and were waiting in the main hall.

"You haven't left yet?"

A vein throbbed on Li Miaoyun's forehead. She knew that the other party would not give up until they saw her. Helpless, she could only suppress her anger and ask the three pavilion masters to wait in the last room on the second floor.

After another half hour of waiting, Li Miaoyun finally arrived late, seething with resentment.

She was prepared to break ties with the three pavilion masters, but to her surprise, as soon as she entered the private room, the three pavilion masters, who were usually at odds with each other, stood up, clasped their hands in greeting, and bowed deeply to the ground.

"We have offended Fairy Miaoyun before, and we have come here today for two reasons: to apologize and to express our gratitude."

"apologize?"

Li Miaoyun was slightly taken aback, momentarily stunned, and the harsh words she had prepared stuck in her throat.

"We are willing to open all our trade routes to Feiyunfang branch unconditionally over the next three years."

"what?"

Li Miaoyun couldn't believe her ears. Yuan Qing and the other two exchanged glances, knowing they had deeply offended Li Miaoyun and would have to pay a price today no matter what.

"In future assessments, grades C and D will be shared by the three of us and you, ensuring a smooth transition to three years from now."

"Furthermore, our three stores will allocate 30% of our profits to your store this year and will give you priority in supplying goods!"

Li Miaoyun moistened her lips and murmured, gazing at the three pavilion masters whose foreheads were almost touching the ground, feeling a sense of unreality.

Aren't they here to provoke us?

(End of this chapter)