Young Song: The Hidden Sword God, Han Yi and Her Child Arrive at the Door.

Countless people came from far and wide, not only to eat, but also to see what these three legendary geniuses had become.

Business is booming!

however.

As the three progressed, the reputation of Changqing Tower grew, even reaching Tianqi City.

But what followed was an even bigger problem—there weren't enough people!

"Oh, busy, huh?"

With a hearty laugh, a middle-aged man dressed in a luxurious black robe, carrying two jars of "Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon" wine, swaggered into Changqing Tower.

It was none other than the third city lord of Snow Moon City, the Spear Immortal Sikong Changfeng.

As soon as he entered the room, his shifty eyes began to dart around.

The hall was bustling with noise, and every seat was taken.

Lei Wujie transformed into a red blur, weaving through the dense tables and chairs to deliver food at an astonishing speed, without spilling a single drop of soup from the plates—it was more spectacular than acrobatics.

From the direction of the kitchen, the faint sound of flying swords cutting through the air could be heard, accompanied by the rhythmic "thud thud thud" of chopping vegetables, as if a symphony of swords was being played.

Behind the counter, Xiao Se had his eyes closed, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, as if he were doing calculations out of thin air.

Each tap produces a precise number, eliminating the need for an abacus—it's simply amazing.

"Wow, that's incredible."

Sikong Changfeng stroked his chin, his eyes practically overflowing with envy.

He's a connoisseur who knows his stuff.

Lei Wujie's movement technique is no longer just fast, but has also gained a rhythmic quality of "moving with the wind," faintly reminiscent of the carefree realm of heaven.

Wushuang's sword control skills have improved considerably. Just by listening to his voice, you can tell that his control over the flying sword has reached the micrometer level.

Even Xiao Se, who was unable to fight, had a deeper aura, as if an invisible divine power was surging within him.

"It's only been a few days? These little brats are like they've been reborn?"

Sikong Changfeng felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.

He painstakingly taught the disciples of Snowmoon City, but they all trained like donkeys, and he didn't see them improve this quickly!

Could it be that... serving dishes, chopping vegetables, and doing accounting can really lead to mastering unparalleled martial arts?

"Oh, isn't this City Lord Sikong?"

Su Changqing was holding Xiao Nuomi and drinking tea in a private room on the second floor when he saw Sikong Changfeng arrive. He greeted him lazily, "What brings you here? What, the food at the City Lord's Mansion isn't good, so you've come here to freeload?"

"Look at what you're saying, do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Sikong Changfeng shamelessly approached and placed two jars of fine wine on the table. "I came here to congratulate you on your booming business! And... cough cough, I also want to discuss something with you."

"Want to discuss something?"

Su Changqing glanced at him, picked up the wine jar, and smelled it. "Hmm, this is good wine. So, tell me, what do you want from me? Do you want the recipe, or do you want me?"

"Hehe, Brother Su is indeed a wise man."

Sikong Changfeng rubbed his hands together, a sly smile spreading across his face. "I see your business is booming. Those three kids must be too busy to handle it all, right? Look at that silly boy Lei Wujie, his legs have gotten so thin from running around. It breaks my heart."

"Yes, we are indeed quite busy."

Su Changqing sighed, looking worried. "I'm worried about it too. Business being so good is a problem! I want to hire people, but I'm afraid I'll end up with clumsy ones who won't be able to help and will even have to pay me wages. I'll also have to teach them the rules. It's too much trouble."

"Oh! What a coincidence!"

Sikong Changfeng slapped his thigh, almost jumping up with excitement, "Brother Su, you're short of people? My Snow Moon City has plenty of people! And each one of them is a carefully selected genius disciple, clever, quick-witted, and far superior to those mediocre talents outside!"

"How about... I send a group of disciples over to help you?"

Sikong Changfeng finally revealed his true colors, showing his true colors.

He had a very beautiful dream.

If all the disciples from Snow Moon City could be sent here to "work" and receive Su Changqing's "special training," not only would a large sum of teaching fees be saved, but the disciples' strength would also improve by leaps and bounds. This would be an extremely profitable deal!

"Send your disciple here?"

Su Changqing raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a half-smile. "City Lord Sikong, you've got a pretty good plan. You want me to mentor your apprentice for free?"

"No way! It can't be free!"

Sikong Changfeng quickly waved his hand, "It's only right that they come to work! Besides... and I can let them bring their own rations! They definitely won't eat your rice!"

"Bring your own food?"

Su Changqing shook his head, looking troubled. "This... isn't that a bit inappropriate? This is just a small business; I can't afford to support so many people. Besides, teaching apprentices is exhausting, and I hate trouble. Look at me, I have to take care of Nuonuo every day; how can I have time to manage those little brats?"

"Daddy, Nuonuo is very well-behaved, don't worry about her!"

Little Nuomi in his arms suddenly interjected, winking at Sikong Changfeng, "Third Uncle, are you going to send older brothers and sisters to play with Nuonuo? Okay, okay!"

Sikong Changfeng was overjoyed. This little ancestor was a real savior!

"Look! Nuonuo has agreed!"

Sikong Changfeng pressed his advantage, "Brother Su, just consider it a favor! As long as you're willing to take them in, name your price!"

Su Changqing still looked unwilling: "Conditions? I'm not short of money or power. Besides, your disciples are all spoiled and pampered. Can they handle the hardship of serving dishes and chopping vegetables? Don't come crying to your mothers later. How am I supposed to keep this shop open?"

"Don't worry! I can definitely endure hardship!"

Sikong Changfeng patted his chest and guaranteed, "Anyone who dares to complain will be expelled from the sect! And..."

He gritted his teeth and decided to go all out.

After all, you can't catch a wolf without risking your cub. As long as the disciples can learn real skills, what's a little money?

"Besides, you don't need to support me! I'll pay for it! I'll pay your tuition for each disciple!"

"As long as you can train them the way you trained Lei Wujie!"