Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

The boy grinned, slowly straightened up, and inserted the particularly slender blade in his hand into the scabbard with purple patterns. His short, light purple hair fluttered in the breeze.

"I'm here to collect a debt."

"Collecting debts?" Jiang Yuetian was stunned upon hearing this. "Collecting what debts?"

"You gambling addict, don't you know how much money you owe? I'm here to collect the debt on behalf of the second young master of the Wang family."

Wang Ershao?

After the boy said that, Jiang Yuetian seemed to have a tiny bit of an impression.

He had previously taken Yunping's million and gambled away most of the day on the fifth floor of the Leitian Casino. After losing everything, he returned to the second floor and borrowed another five hundred gold coins from the second young master of the Wang family. As expected, he lost all but twenty.

Those twenty gold coins were also spent on food along the way...

So it seems I really do owe that Second Young Master Wang five hundred gold coins.

Jiang Yuetian scratched his head awkwardly. He scanned the balance in his storage ring with his divine sense. Unfortunately, apart from the money Yunping spent on buying floor tiles for him, he only had a mere 150 gold coins left.

He gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, and immediately took out one hundred and fifty gold coins and placed them in his hand.

"I'm sorry, this is all I have right now. Why don't you let Young Master Wang have some more?"

“Take it slow… that’s fine too.” The young man lowered his head and thought for a moment. “Young Master Wang told me when I came out that you might not have that much money, so it’s okay to pay some first.”

"Really?!" Jiang Yuetian's eyes lit up; he wanted to stall for as long as possible!

But soon he began to scrutinize the boy in front of him, and after pondering for a while, he asked, "Wait, how can I know that you are really Young Master Wang's servant?"

As if he had anticipated that Jiang Yuetian would question his identity, the young man quickly pulled out a token from his pocket.

It was an old-fashioned brown token with a single, unremarkable character for "king" engraved on it.

Jiang Yuetian had seen this sign before; it was hanging on the waist of the second young master of the Wang family, and it seemed to be a unique token of the Wang family.

Sure enough, the young man held the token in his hand and showed it to Jiang Yuetian with a smile, "Look, this is our Wang family's token. I happened to have it with me when I came out."

"Now you shouldn't doubt my identity anymore, right?"

"Hmm... probably not."

Jiang Yuetian said this, but hesitated for a moment before throwing 150 gold coins to the boy.

After the young man took the gold coins, he counted them carefully before putting them into his storage ring, which made Jiang Yuetian even more certain that he was indeed Wang Ershao's servant.

After doing all this, the boy bowed to Jiang Yuetian, then turned away with a faint yet mysterious smile, intending to leave.

"Wait a moment."

The sudden sound from behind made the boy stop in his tracks.

He slowly turned his head, a faint, businesslike smile appearing on his face. "What's wrong, Mr. Spendthrift?"

"Why are you calling me that too, like them..." Jiang Yuetian's face darkened, thinking to himself that these gamblers were really something else. "Wait a minute, I have something to ask you."

"Ask me?" The boy tilted his head, looking puzzled.

"Why do you have the strength of the peak stage at such a young age? With your strength, you shouldn't be staying in a small Wang family, right?"

Indeed, just as Jiang Yuetian said, a cultivator at the peak of the Transformation stage is definitely not an ordinary cultivator that can be found everywhere in Jinglin City.

Even in city giants like Tianbei Valley and Leiyu Sect, a peak-stage cultivator can serve as an elder. In other second-tier sects, a peak-stage cultivator is absolutely comparable to a sect leader.

Why would someone who can serve as an elder in another sect or even establish their own sect work for a small Wang family?

Moreover, he achieved the peak of Huafeng at the age of fifteen or sixteen. Jiang Yuetian would never believe that he did not have a master to guide him.

When Jiang Yuetian asked him this question, a look of surprise flashed across the boy's face, but it quickly disappeared into his faint confidence.

"That's right, there's a special inheritance in our family that allows the cultivation and techniques of the previous generation to be transferred into the next generation. My cultivation comes from this..."

"As for why I stay in the Wang family, it is because my family has been the Wang family's guards for generations. I hope you will remember this."

"If one day you and Young Master Wang have a conflict, I will do my best to stop you."

—Does this mean that if someone continues to owe money and doesn't pay it back, we'll take action?

Moreover, he had heard Yun Ping mention the cultivation technique the boy was talking about before. It was indeed a special technique, but it was a heretical and evil art, and its circulation was extremely rare.

Jiang Yuetian wiped the sweat from her forehead, and her last doubts were dispelled.

He waved his hand, looking at the boy apologetically, "I'm sorry, I really bothered you."

"No, it's okay."

The young man bowed politely again before walking into the alley and slowly disappearing from Jiang Yuetian's sight.

Jiang Yuetian looked in the direction the boy had gone, shook his head, glanced at his empty storage ring with only a pile of floor tiles left, and felt a pang of sadness.

Why do I run into debt collectors just for going out to buy bricks... This is just too tragic!

But this Wang family... could it be a large family that I just didn't know before?

As Jiang Yuetian thought this, she slowly memorized the Wang family's affairs and then continued walking in the direction of Yuntian Academy.

63. Chief

The fat man trembling and shaking before the boy was named Wang Jiechu, the second young master of the Wang family in Jinglin City.

He was the most useless offspring of the Wang family. His lack of spiritual roots prevented him from cultivating immortality and attaining enlightenment in this lifetime, and he was destined to be a mortal from birth.

In addition, he was a gambler and a womanizer, spending almost all his time indulging in wine and women, squandering his father's money, and having fun with girls whenever he had the chance.

But he was only rich; not only him, but the only thing the entire Wang family could boast about was money.

There was nothing else.

What cultivators as protectors, what sects as protection, what sect traditions—

nothing.

The boy casually tossed 150 gold coins from his storage ring to Wang Jiechu, who nervously accepted the coins, his wide eyes filled with fear on his fat face.

He never imagined in his life that a cultivator from the Thunder Feather Sect would come looking for him and personally help him collect his debts.

This is the Thunder Feather Sect, a giant in Jinglin City!

For an ordinary person like him, someone could easily crush a whole bunch of them, it's easier than crushing ants.

"This... esteemed immortal, I have some tea here, would you like some...?"

He unconsciously used honorifics, fearing that the other party might displease him and kill him with a single blow.

The boy smiled calmly, his eyes slightly narrowed, and the scabbard at his waist trembled slightly.

He reached out and grasped the scabbard, whispering a word.

"Don't get excited, now is not the time."

"Huh?" Wang Jie was stunned, not understanding what he was talking about.

The boy glanced back at him, his expression indifferent. "I wasn't talking to you."

"Uh……"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jie immediately shut his mouth and remained silent.

Even he, who had always been exceptionally extravagant, was now cautiously bending down and looking down, not daring to look at the boy's face.

This is what makes this immortal so troublesome; he seems to have no interest in his own possessions and treasures, and is completely indifferent to wealth and beautiful women.

He maintained a mysterious smile throughout, but that smile was like a sharp blade, capable of slicing someone's throat at any moment.

That visceral fear is a quality unique to teenagers.

He turned his head, and slowly uttered icy words, "Where is my master?"

“Master…Master?” Wang Jie recalled the white-haired, youthful-looking old man and swallowed hard. “He…he’s still in the house.”

"Is that so?"

The boy nodded, having no intention of continuing the conversation with Wang Jie, and walked heavily into the house.

Only after the wooden door closed did Wang Jiechu dare to breathe a sigh of relief.

He stuck out his fat belly, reached up to wipe the large beads of sweat from his forehead, and his face was pale.

For a fleeting moment, he thought he was going to be killed...

The terrifying aura emanating from every gesture—was that the unique spiritual energy of cultivators…?

That's terrifying! Cultivators and mortals are indeed different...

…………

The boy didn't care what the person outside the door was thinking.

He stepped into the house, his powerful spiritual energy spreading around him. His expression hardened, and he then walked lightly into the house.

It was an old man sitting cross-legged on the bed, wearing a purple Lei Yu Sect Daoist robe, with streaks of purple lightning appearing on his imposing face.

The boy slowly bowed to the old man and respectfully called out, "Master."

"You've come." The old man opened his eyes, his bright eyes filled with anticipation. "Tell me what happened, and how did it go?"

"She's very strong; I can't defeat her."

"Oh?" A look of shock flashed across the old man's usually calm face. "Even you..."

“Yes,” the boy said with certainty, “Her strength is still one step away from the Transcendent God stage. Her cultivation is suppressed, and I am no match for her.”

"That……"

Before the old man could finish speaking, the boy seemed to suddenly remember something.

"However, I discovered that he has been stuck at the peak of the Transformation Realm for a long time. Despite his abundant spiritual energy, he has not broken through..."

The old man immediately understood, "You mean, her master might not be so confident in helping her break through?"

“That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

"If that's really the case, then his master's strength shouldn't have reached the Kaiyuan stage. Otherwise, with the cultivation level of the Kaiyuan stage, she could have helped her disciple break through by forcefully initiating the power of enlightenment."

"Does Master believe that person is at the peak of the Transcendental Stage?"

"Very likely, although the peak of the Transcendental Stage is a bit troublesome, it is not something to be afraid of."