Category: On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives

Chapter 184: What Young Master Likes

That night, Chen Yin returned to the hut and made mapo tofu for Nan Xiaoxiang as promised.

Not only that, but Qingying requested hot and sour noodles, Luo Luo wanted spicy snails noodles, and Ye Huang, who hadn’t had a decent meal in months, asked for a whole beggar’s chicken.

Chen Yin spent the evening playing chef, preparing a feast for everyone.

After dinner, everyone returned to their rooms to rest, except for Chen Yin, who once again made his way to the secluded cliff behind the village.

As expected,

The masked figure was there, leaning against a rock, his gaze fixed on Chen Yin’s room.

“Enjoying the night view again, my friend?”

The masked figure turned around silently, his expression hidden behind the mask.

…This guy was really quiet. Chen Yin wondered what was going on.

“I brought some good wine, knowing how much you enjoy it.”

He placed several jars of wine on a small wooden table and sat down.

As he had expected,

The masked figure hesitated for a moment, then joined him, and they began drinking in silence.

Chen Yin watched him drink, then took a sip himself, a cheerful smile on his face.

The night was cool and clear, the stars shining brightly, the miasma thinned by the gentle breeze. They sat there, like carefree hermits, enjoying the peace and quiet.

After a few cups, Chen Yin looked at the empty wine jars and chuckled.

“You have quite the tolerance. I haven’t met anyone who could drink like this in years.”

The masked figure remained silent.

“Have you ever been drunk?”

“…Once.”

“When was the last time?”

The masked figure was silent for a moment, then shook his head slowly. “…A few years ago.”

“I also met someone with an extraordinary tolerance for alcohol.”

Chen Yin blinked.

“I imagine you enjoyed that drinking session immensely.”

To his surprise, the masked figure suddenly smiled.

It was a faint, almost wistful smile, as if he was recalling a pleasant memory.

“Quite the opposite.”

“It was the most boring drinking session of my life.” He looked down at the village below.

“Why?”

“Because one of us was drunk. And the other wasn’t.”

Chen Yin understood that feeling.

A drunk person always felt out of sync with a sober one.

It was like a one-sided conversation…

…a pointless pursuit.

The masked figure raised his cup. “Can you get drunk tonight?”

“That depends on your tolerance.”

They clinked their cups and drank.

The wind howled through the mountains, and the cries of night ravens echoed in the distance.

Chen Yin couldn’t remember how much they drank.

After finishing the jars he had brought, he pulled out more from the System Shop.

One jar, two jars, ten jars, twenty jars… the empty jars piled up around them.

Thanks to his blue spiritual energy, Chen Yin’s mind remained clear.

But to his surprise, the masked figure only swayed slightly, showing no signs of severe intoxication.

They had drunk enough to kill a normal person.

“Are you drunk yet?”

The masked figure lowered his head, his face still hidden behind the mask.

“More.” He said softly.

He reached for a jar of wine.

Chen Yin also reached for the same jar.

Their hands brushed against each other.

The masked figure flinched as if he had been electrocuted, and he quickly pulled his hand away, knocking over the wine jar. The alcohol spilled onto his robe.

“Don’t touch me!” His voice was filled with a sudden tension.

Chen Yin was startled by his reaction.

“Um… are you alright?”

The masked figure seemed to realize he had overreacted. After a moment of silence, he said softly,

“…I’m fine.”

“I-I’m not used to being touched.”

Chen Yin looked at him curiously.

“Do you need something to wipe—”

“No.”

The masked figure pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the spilled wine from his robe, his voice cold and indifferent.

Then he noticed Chen Yin staring at his hand.

“What?” he asked, his voice sharp.

“Ah, nothing.”

Chen Yin smiled warmly.

“If you’re not drunk yet, let’s continue. Let’s drink till we drop!”

They clinked their cups again, and the masked figure drained his in one gulp.

Chen Yin slowly sipped his wine, his eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced at the masked figure.

His gaze was thoughtful and calculating.

…No one knew what he was thinking.

They continued drinking until dawn, the sky painted with the colors of sunrise, neither of them willing to concede defeat.

The masked figure stood up and turned to leave.

“Wait.”

He turned and looked at Chen Yin silently.

“I enjoyed drinking with you tonight. If you’re ever in the mood for a drink, come find me here.”

Chen Yin smiled and bowed slightly.

The masked figure simply nodded and said, without turning back,

“Likewise.”

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Back in his room, Chen Yin ran into Luo Luo, who had just woken up.

“Ah, Young Master!”

She wrinkled her nose at the strong smell of alcohol on him and said with concern, “Did you drink so much again?”

“I had to pay a price for information.”

Chen Yin ruffled her hair gently. “Don’t worry, your Young Master has a high tolerance.”

…But even he felt a little tired after drinking all night.

He still had to teach Lian’er how to cultivate. He needed a nap.

“Luo Luo will make your bed, Young Master!”

Luo Luo prepared his bed and poured him a cup of sobering tea.

Chen Yin took a sip and collapsed onto the bed,

His snores echoing through the room.

Luo Luo carefully removed his shoes and outer robe, then tucked him in.

She sat by the bedside, her bright eyes watching his sleeping face.

“Young Master~ Young Master~ Are you asleep?”

He didn’t respond.

“You’re sleeping like a log.”

She poked his cheek gently with her finger.

Chen Yin continued to snore, completely oblivious.

Luo Luo, like a child with a new toy, poked his forehead, his nose, his throat.

As if he were a large, plush doll.

Finding this amusing, she leaned closer, her nose touching his.

His nose was straight and defined, and she felt a ticklish sensation on her own nose.

She giggled, covering her mouth with her hand.

She gently nibbled on his nose, leaving a small, wet mark with her tiny fangs.

Then she snuggled into his arms, her tail wagging excitedly, her eyes wide open as she watched his chest rise and fall rhythmically.

She found this strangely entertaining.

She could watch him sleep forever.

Holding his arm close, she murmured,

“When are you going to claim Luo Luo, Young Master?”

“Luo Luo is not small anymore. I’m a grown-up now.”

But then she looked down at her chest and pouted.

“They’re not as big as Mother’s yet… but they’ll grow.”

“You have to wait for Luo Luo, okay, Young Master?”

She propped her head up with her hand and stared at his face, a soft smile on her lips.

“Luo Luo is your servant, but I haven’t done anything servant-like yet. It’s always Young Master taking care of Luo Luo. Today, I finally have a chance to take care of you!”

She closed her eyes contentedly, her fluffy tail wrapping around his hand.

“Luo Luo has been learning how to be a good woman. When I grow up, I’ll learn many things. I’ll learn how to cook like you, so I can make you anything you want. You like tea, so I’ll learn how to brew it. You like seeing Luo Luo in pretty dresses, so I’ll wear them for you.”

Her cheek rested against his arm, his heartbeat a steady rhythm beside her ear.

Listening to his heartbeat made her feel safe and secure.

After a while, a slightly scandalous thought crossed her mind.

She looked around, making sure she was alone, then blushed and reached out towards his chest.

Her small, cool hand slid beneath his robe and touched his skin.

…So warm.

Warm and comforting, so pleasant to the touch.

The warmth radiating from his chest made her cheeks flush.

She felt like a lovesick teenager.

“Good thing he’s asleep… This would be so embarrassing…”

She looked at his face and swallowed nervously.

“Will Young Master be angry if I secretly touch him like this?”

“Even if you are, you have to forgive Luo Luo.”

She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his skin, the warmth of his chest beneath her fingertips.

Like caressing a precious work of art.

Suddenly, Chen Yin’s snoring stopped, and he shifted slightly.

Luo Luo’s eyes snapped open, her fur standing on end.

But he just rolled over, facing her, his other arm instinctively wrapping around her,

As if he was hugging a pillow.

Luo Luo’s face burned with embarrassment.

But listening to his steady breathing, she peeked at him shyly,

Then gently nuzzled his cheek and whispered,

“Goodnight, Young Master.”

Chapter 183: I’ll Cry If I Can’t Help It

After settling Ye Huang and the others, Chen Yin returned to the main hall to speak with the Grand Witch. She had just finished organizing the massive piles of spirit stones and pills and was wiping the sweat from her brow when she heard his cheerful voice.

“Grand Witch, you kept your word and didn’t harm my friend. A pleasure doing business with you.”

The Grand Witch smoothed her dark green hair and sat back on her throne.

“That was just the ransom. I haven’t agreed to help you yet.”

“Let’s be straightforward, Grand Witch. Name your price.” Chen Yin gestured generously.

The Grand Witch thought for a moment. “Young Master Chen, you seem quite wealthy. Are you the chief disciple of some prestigious sect? Or perhaps the young master of a powerful clan?”

Chen Yin considered this. Although being Immortal Yu Ling’s disciple sounded impressive, it wasn’t quite the same as being a wealthy young master. Mount Yu was hardly a place of opulence.

“My sect prefers to keep a low profile. You probably haven’t heard of us.”

The Grand Witch’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

Seeing her hesitation, Chen Yin decided to goad her a bit. “Grand Witch, although we’re wealthy, we’re not made of money. What if you can’t cure her after all this? And seeing your hesitation, I’m starting to doubt your ability to handle this Life Returning Herb poison.”

The Grand Witch’s eyes flashed with anger, and she put her hands on her hips.

“Are you questioning the Wu Xuan Cave’s mastery of poisons?! Let me tell you, we’re the only ones in the world who know how to cure neurotoxins!”

“I need proof.” Chen Yin spread his hands. “How can I trust your words?”

“Don’t try to provoke me.”

The Grand Witch snorted and crossed her legs, her smooth, alluring curves on full display. “I, Bi Luo, am not one to take advantage of others. Since I’ve agreed to help, I’ll prove my sincerity.”

She said softly, “Do you know what a neurotoxin is?”

Chen Yin blinked, feigning ignorance.

“A neurotoxin is a poison that invades the brain, altering its structure. It’s the most dangerous type of poison. The brain is connected to the sea of consciousness, the most delicate and vulnerable part of the human body. Even for cultivators, damage to the sea of consciousness is incredibly difficult to heal. The Life Returning Herb, by creating addiction, subtly alters the brain’s structure, creating a deficiency that cannot be cured by ordinary methods.”

Chen Yin understood this. Even in his previous life on Earth, he knew that drug addiction could cause changes in the brain’s structure.

“So it’s incurable?”

“Not necessarily.” The Grand Witch shook her head. “It’s simple. Whatever changes the Life Returning Herb has caused in the brain, you just need to reverse them with another poison. It’s called ‘fighting poison with poison’.”

Chen Yin looked skeptical. “Is that safe? It sounds dangerous.”

“It’s simple, really.”

She said casually, “Just find a poison with the opposite properties of the Life Returning Herb. After a period of treatment, the brain will return to its normal state.”

“However, I’ve never heard of this ‘Life Returning Herb’ in this world before.”

“There’s only one way to find a poison with the opposite properties.”

“…The Phantasmal Harmony Ganoderma.”

Chen Yin listened intently.

“The Phantasmal Harmony Ganoderma is a mystical herb found deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains. It can perfectly mimic the effects of any other herb. It’s known as the ‘One Herb, Ten Thousand Forms’.”

“With it, creating an antidote to the Life Returning Herb would be a simple matter.”

“However,” the Grand Witch’s tone changed, “the Phantasmal Harmony Ganoderma is one of our most precious treasures. It takes centuries to mature.”

“No one knows when the last one matured.”

Chen Yin thought for a moment. “So, if I can obtain the Phantasmal Harmony Ganoderma, you’ll help us cure her?”

“Not so fast.”

A mischievous grin appeared on the Grand Witch’s face.

“I have three conditions for you~ Obtaining the Ganoderma is just one of them.”

Chen Yin’s lips twitched.

…She was truly a master negotiator.

“First, double the amount of spirit stones and pills you offered earlier.”

Chen Yin nodded calmly. “No problem.”

“Second, the Phantasmal Harmony Ganoderma is located in a dangerous secret realm deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains. Even past Grand Witches haven’t dared to enter it. I want you to accompany me. You’ll be responsible for my safety.”

“That’s fine.” Chen Yin had expected this.

“Third…”

The Grand Witch hesitated.

Chen Yin’s heart sank.

Even this miser was hesitant to ask. It must be something outrageous.

But to his surprise, she just frowned slightly and said softly,

“I want you… to take Lian’er as your disciple and teach her how to cultivate.”

“Using your best cultivation techniques.”

Chen Yin was stunned.

He hadn’t expected this.

Take Lian’er as his disciple?

“Why? Isn’t she your servant?”

Chen Yin asked, puzzled, “The Wu Xuan Cave is an ancient sect with a rich heritage. Why would she need to learn other techniques?”

“Don’t ask so many questions.”

The Grand Witch waved her hand dismissively. “Just do it.”

“If she doesn’t reach the Gathering Qi Realm within a week, I won’t help you.”

Although surprised, teaching a beginner wasn’t difficult.

And despite her naivete, Lian’er had excellent aptitude and a pure heart, perfect for cultivation.

Reaching the Gathering Qi Realm within a week shouldn’t be a problem.

He bowed slightly. “Very well. As you wish, Grand Witch.”

“After I’ve taught Lian’er, we’ll depart for the secret realm and find the Phantasmal Harmony Ganoderma.”

The Grand Witch waved her hand. “Go on. That annoying little girl is your responsibility now.”

Chen Yin nodded and left the hall.

The Grand Witch sat alone on her throne, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, a hint of sadness in her eyes.

She stretched lazily.

“System.”

“Grand Witch.” A respectful, mechanical voice echoed in her mind.

“Do you have human emotions?”

“Our sole purpose is to assist our host in completing the plot records. Human emotions are irrelevant to us.”

“…Heartless and emotionless, just like beasts.” The Grand Witch scoffed.

“You’ve only fused with the Fragment for three days. There’s still much you don’t understand about me.”

The System’s tone was respectful, but its words were cold and unfeeling.

“Forget it, I’m not interested in understanding something like you.”

The Grand Witch pouted, a flicker of worry in her eyes.

…If those Shen Li fanatics were telling the truth…

When the Triennial Day arrives, will I be able to protect myself?

And that foolish girl… will she survive?

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After leaving the main hall, Chen Yin was still puzzled by the Grand Witch’s request.

Why did she want him to take Lian’er as his disciple?

He pondered this for a long time, then looked up at Lian’er, who was standing by the door.

She was munching on the soft candy he had given her, her clear, bright eyes blinking at him curiously, her head tilted slightly.

Her expression seemed to be asking, Why does Big Brother look so troubled?

“You’re always so carefree and happy,”

Chen Yin sighed, “do you even know that your Grand Witch wants to throw you at me as a disciple?”

“What?”

Lian’er’s eyes widened in surprise, and she covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes welling up with tears. “Does the Grand Witch… not want Lian’er anymore?”

But then, her expression changed, and she shook her head vigorously.

“No, that’s not it. She wouldn’t abandon me.”

“She must think Lian’er is useless and wants me to learn some skills before returning to serve her.” She said, her voice filled with childish determination, waving her small fist.

Although Chen Yin didn’t understand her logic, it was a plausible explanation.

“Anyway, I’m your Master now.”

Chen Yin said seriously, “The Grand Witch said I have to teach you how to cultivate and reach the Gathering Qi Realm within a week.”

“I’m a strict teacher, so don’t cry.”

Lian’er blinked at him, her expression serious. “Don’t worry, Master. Lian’er doesn’t cry.”

Then, she hesitated and lowered her head slightly.

“Unless… I can’t help it…”

…That’s not very reassuring.

Chen Yin facepalmed. He suddenly realized that teaching this naive and slightly airheaded girl might be more difficult than he had imagined.

“We’ll start tomorrow. Go back and get some rest. Come to my room in the morning, and I’ll teach you how to cultivate.”

Lian’er nodded obediently, then bit her finger and asked in a childish voice, “But what if Lian’er can’t wake up in the morning?”

Chen Yin: “…”

“Will Master punish Lian’er if I’m late? Will you make me skip breakfast, or stand outside in the sun? Lian’er will be hungry if she doesn’t eat breakfast. Can you just punish me by not giving me radishes? I don’t like radishes. How will Master teach me? Lian’er can’t read. Please don’t make me memorize anything. And also…”

Chen Yin suddenly understood.

This must be why the Grand Witch didn’t want to teach her herself.

Chapter 182: Classic Double-Threading

The moment Chen Yin and the others left the main hall, the Grand Witch’s composure crumbled.

“My heavens… so many spirit stones and pills? And they’re all real!”

Her eyes sparkled as she dove into the piles of treasures, grabbing handfuls of spirit stones and pills like a child in a candy store.

The masked figure watched her silently.

“Grand Witch, have you made a decision about our offer?”

“Ah, what offer?”

The Grand Witch, still reveling in her newfound wealth, finally remembered his presence.

“Oh, you mean the Heavenly Dao Fragment?”

“I’ve already fused with it.” She said casually, without even looking up.

The masked figure was speechless, then nodded slowly. “Congratulations, Grand Witch. You can now become one of us—”

“I fused with it, yes,”

The Grand Witch suddenly changed her tone. “But I never said I would join Shen Li.”

The masked figure fell silent.

“I’ve checked the scriptures. They’re correct. The Heavenly Dao Fragment is essential for completing the Sacred Child’s physique.”

“But that’s our Wu Xuan Cave’s business.” The Grand Witch’s eyes turned cold. “You people from Shen Li simply provided a clue. I’m the one who risked my life to retrieve it from the secret realm.”

“So it belongs to me.”

“As for joining Shen Li…”

She looked at him appraisingly.

The masked figure sighed softly after a long silence.

…This Grand Witch was the embodiment of greed.

Even now, she was still trying to haggle.

“You might not fully understand Shen Li, Grand Witch.”

“Let’s just say that if the Divine Son can tell you where to find the Heavenly Dao Fragment…”

“He can also take it back.”

The Grand Witch’s hand froze as she counted the spirit stones. Her expression turned serious.

“Are you threatening me?” Her voice was cold.

“I wouldn’t dare. I’m simply relaying the Divine Son’s message.”

“And a word of advice,”

“Don’t anger him.” He said slowly.

“He can take the Heavenly Dao Fragment from you.”

The Grand Witch stared at the masked figure intently.

He remained motionless, like a statue.

She scoffed. “I’m not easily intimidated. Don’t try to scare me with empty threats.”

“If this ‘Triennial Day’ is so important, I’ll give you my answer after I’ve seen it for myself.”

The masked figure said softly, “By then, it might be too late.”

“Then give me a few more days.”

The Grand Witch waved her hand dismissively. “I need to… process all this wealth first. This guy casually gave me one hundred thousand spirit stones and ten thousand pills. What can Shen Li offer?”

The masked figure didn’t answer, falling silent at the mention of Chen Yin.

Finally, he bowed slightly. “I’ll return in two days for your answer.”

As he left, the Grand Witch snorted and turned back to her treasures, humming a cheerful tune.

Outside the hall, the masked figure stared at the direction Chen Yin had left, a troubled expression on his face.

“What should we do?” The System asked softly. “Should we tell the Divine Son about this?”

“…No. It would put him in danger.”

A flicker of worry crossed the masked figure’s eyes.

“But if we can’t recruit the Grand Witch, we won’t gain the Divine Son’s trust.”

“Let’s wait a little longer.”

The masked figure murmured, “At least until he leaves.”

“The Triennial Day is fast approaching.”

“Just wait.”

“Didn’t you say you had no attachments left?”

“He’s not an attachment.” The masked figure said seriously.

The System sighed helplessly.

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Led by Lian’er, Chen Yin and his companions finally arrived at a secluded hut in a remote valley.

“Here we are!”

Lian’er waved her hand, dispelling a faint, shimmering barrier around the hut.

“What are you doing?”

“There are Gu worms around the house,” Lian’er explained, “to prevent that man from escaping.”

Chen Yin’s lips twitched.

This Wu Xuan Cave was a minefield.

Although the hut looked dilapidated, considering the state of most dwellings in the Wu Xuan Cave, it was still decent.

As they approached, they could hear loud snoring coming from inside.

“That’s him.”

Lian’er said, her voice filled with a mixture of annoyance and resentment, “He just barged in and refused to leave. Lian’er has to find food for him every day. It’s more tiring than feeding a wild boar! Lian’er hasn’t had any meat in ages…”

Chen Yin: “…”

He gave her a loaf of bread to appease her and then pushed open the door.

Ye Huang was sprawled on the bed, snoring loudly. He seemed unharmed, just a little…

…Fatter.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

Chen Yin didn’t bother being polite and shook him awake. Ye Huang’s eyes widened in surprise as he recognized him.

“Brother Chen?! How did you get captured?!”

“Do I look like I was captured?” Chen Yin said, exasperated.

“You’ve been sleeping soundly while your daughter is worried sick! It’s been over six months!”

Ye Huang’s eyes dimmed for a moment, then he chuckled sheepishly.

“Well, the Grand Witch is more unreasonable than I expected. She wouldn’t even listen to my pleas and locked me up here. I couldn’t send any messages.”

“Besides… I knew Brother Chen would take care of Ling’er.”

“You can’t seriously be treating us like a daycare, can you?” Chen Yin rolled his eyes.

“Tell me what happened.”

Ye Huang recounted his experiences.

After leaving the Azure Cicada Ancient Domain, he had arrived at the Wu Xuan Cave within a month.

However, when he asked the Grand Witch for help, she had been evasive and demanded an exorbitant price for her services.

Knowing he couldn’t afford it, he had tried to reason with her.

But in the end, she had grown tired of his persistence and locked him up.

Fortunately, she hadn’t killed him. And her servant, Lian’er, was naive and easily fooled.

So, he had been living quite comfortably in the Wu Xuan Cave for the past six months.

Eating, sleeping, and getting fat.

“I was worried about Ling’er,”

Ye Huang sighed deeply, “but I was trapped here, powerless. I’m so grateful you came looking for me, Brother Chen!”

…If I didn’t come looking for you, I’d be stuck raising your daughter! Chen Yin’s lips twitched.

Did this guy seriously intend to abandon his daughter?

“The Grand Witch is quite different from what I imagined. She’s incredibly greedy.”

Chen Yin stroked his chin. “But as long as she’s motivated by money, we can negotiate.”

“As long as… she can cure Ling’er.”

Ye Huang nodded seriously. “I’ll leave it to you, Brother Chen.”

“We’ll discuss that later.”

Chen Yin turned to him, his voice turning serious. “Shen Li is also here.”

Ye Huang’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

“Who is it?”

“I don’t know. Seems like a new recruit.”

Chen Yin said slowly, “He’s trying to convince the Grand Witch to join Shen Li… but I thought they only accepted Chosen Ones.”

“I’ve heard that Shen Li has some clues about the Heavenly Dao Fragment.”

Ye Huang explained, “Many secret realms contain clues about the Fragment, but not everyone is qualified to become a Chosen One. The Heavenly Dao Fragment is selective. Shen Li has plenty of clues, but they rarely find suitable hosts.”

“These people have to be exceptionally talented or possess some unique ability.”

Like Yao Zhuang, the man Ye Huang had been protecting. Although just an ordinary mortal, he was incredibly skilled in calculations, far surpassing ordinary people, and had been chosen by the Heavenly Dao Fragment.

“If they’re trying to recruit the Grand Witch, it probably means she has the potential to become a Chosen One.”

Chen Yin nodded thoughtfully.

“So… the Grand Witch might already have information about the Heavenly Dao Fragment, or even become a Chosen One herself?”

Ye Huang nodded seriously.

…That’s a problem.

If that was the case, the Grand Witch might have already accepted Shen Li’s offer.

But Chen Yin believed that with her greedy and calculating nature, she was probably just trying to extort more benefits from them.

“We still have a chance.” He thought to himself.

Since she was so greedy, and he happened to be incredibly wealthy…

There was still room for negotiation.

He already had a plan forming in his mind.

“But if that masked figure from Shen Li finds out, he’ll definitely try to interfere.”

“But I don’t want to lose this opportunity to follow the trail…” He rubbed his temples, a headache forming.

Ye Huang looked at him blankly, clearly out of his depth.

Luo Luo and Lian’er were sharing bread.

Qingying leaned against the doorframe, watching them silently.

Nan Xiaoxiang stared towards the main hall, lost in thought.

No one could help him… Chen Yin sighed.

He finalized his plan.

It seemed he would have to multitask.

Chapter 181: The Joys of Being Rich

Lian’er left to prepare for the Grand Witch’s emergence from seclusion.

Chen Yin returned to inform Luo Luo, Qingying, and Nan Xiaoxiang to be ready to meet the Grand Witch as soon as Lian’er notified them.

It wasn’t long before Lian’er came running back.

“Brother, the Grand Witch is calling for you.”

Chen Yin nodded and glanced at Nan Xiaoxiang.

Her expression was calm, but her eyes held a hint of unease.

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Inside the Wu Xuan Cave’s main hall, Chen Yin and his companions followed Lian’er.

Upon entering, Chen Yin immediately noticed someone already standing there.

…The masked figure from Shen Li.

He seemed to have arrived before them.

He glanced at them briefly, his expression hidden behind the mask.

Qingying, sensing the presence of a Chosen One, narrowed her eyes.

Lian’er ran to the Grand Witch’s side and stood there obediently.

Chen Yin finally saw the mysterious Grand Witch.

A young woman with delicate features sat on the throne, dressed in exotic Southern Region attire, her wrists and ankles adorned with silver rings that chimed softly as she moved. Her hair and eyes were an unusual shade of dark green, and her skin, as if it had rarely seen sunlight, was startlingly pale.

“Well, well, what brings so many guests to our humble Wu Xuan Cave?”

Her voice was clear and melodious, like a songbird’s, but her tone was playful and condescending. “I was just in seclusion for a bit, and now we have another group of visitors?”

“I am Chen Yin. I have a request for you, Grand Witch.”

“A request?”

The Grand Witch chuckled, her tone arrogant. “Do you think the Wu Xuan Cave is a charity? Do we work for free?”

“Of course not.” Chen Yin remained polite. “We’re willing to offer compensation. Just name your price.”

A glint of satisfaction flashed in the Grand Witch’s eyes, and her tone became even more casual.

“Tell me about it.”

“A friend’s daughter has been poisoned. It’s a potent neurotoxin, highly addictive. Although her condition is stable for now, the poison hasn’t been completely eradicated.”

Chen Yin explained, “I’ve heard that the Wu Xuan Cave is renowned for its knowledge of Gu techniques and poisons. Perhaps you know something about this poison.”

The Grand Witch’s eyes flickered with impatience.

“If you can’t cure the poison, then let her die. Why bother saving her?”

Chen Yin was speechless.

…Did this Grand Witch have a few screws loose?

Well, her servant wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed either. Like master, like servant, he supposed.

Despite her callous words, Chen Yin maintained his polite demeanor. “Please, Grand Witch, at least try.”

The Grand Witch was silent for a moment, then said lazily, “Tell me more.”

“It’s a poisonous herb called the Life Returning Herb. It causes hallucinations and euphoria, but it’s highly addictive, and the withdrawal symptoms are agonizing. There’s no known cure.”

The Grand Witch’s eyes narrowed slightly. “The Life Returning Herb again?”

“Are you with that man from a few months ago?”

Chen Yin paused. “Do you know his whereabouts, Grand Witch?”

“Heh.”

The Grand Witch giggled, her smile unsettling.

“That guy? He’s dead. I fed his corpse to the poisonous insects.”

Chen Yin’s smile faded.

“Those Central Plains people are so annoying. He dared to shout and scream before the statue of Wu Zu, begging me to save his daughter.”

The Grand Witch’s voice was cold and indifferent, as if she were talking about crushing an ant. “I couldn’t save his daughter, but I could send them both on their way.”

Chen Yin’s expression turned icy cold.

“Are you telling the truth?” he asked, his eyes narrowed.

“Just killed an impolite barbarian. Why would I lie to you?” The Grand Witch pouted nonchalantly.

Chen Yin took a deep breath, his hand reaching for his sword, when a young, clear voice suddenly rang out beside the Grand Witch:

“Huh? Didn’t you tell Lian’er to lock him up, Grand Witch? Why are you lying to them?”

Chen Yin froze. The Grand Witch also froze, then glared at the girl beside her.

“You fool! What are you talking about?! That man is dead!”

“But you told Lian’er to keep him locked up.”

Lian’er blinked her large, innocent eyes, her head tilted in confusion. “Lian’er wasn’t lazy. I brought him food every day.”

“You—”

The Grand Witch’s hand trembled with anger, but she forced herself to calm down.

…She was regretting her choice of servant. How could she have picked such an idiot?

She had wanted to intimidate these newcomers, but now she had no chance.

She pouted and said, “Even if he’s not dead, he must be half-dead from the poisonous insects. If you want to save him, it will cost you—”

“He’s fine. He’s eating all the meat in the village. He’s getting quite fat.”

Lian’er’s innocent words interrupted her again.

Crack. A fissure appeared on the armrest of the Grand Witch’s throne.

Her eye twitched, and her lips trembled slightly.

Lian’er looked at her with wide, innocent eyes, her voice filled with a childish complaint. “But you told me not to let him starve! He said he would die if he didn’t eat five pounds of meat every day, so Lian’er had to find food for him. There’s not much food in the village, so Lian’er even gave him her own share. Look, Lian’er has gotten thinner.”

She rubbed her stomach with a pitiful expression.

The Grand Witch took a deep breath.

…Don’t be angry. Don’t be angry.

There were guests present. She had to maintain her image. She couldn’t get angry.

After a long silence, she said through gritted teeth, “…That man is our prisoner.”

“If you want to save him, show me your sincerity.”

Chen Yin, who had been about to draw his sword after Lian’er’s first interruption, sheathed it again.

He finally understood.

This Grand Witch was just a socially awkward girl with a fear of crowds.

Faced with so many visitors, she had tried to project an aura of authority and power, hoping to intimidate them and extort some benefits.

…And her foolish servant had completely ruined her plan.

But as long as Ye Huang was alive, Chen Yin didn’t mind negotiating.

“What do you need, Grand Witch?”

He asked tentatively, “Spirit stones? Pills? Cultivation techniques?”

“What good are those things to me?”

The Grand Witch frowned. “We live in seclusion. We have no use for spirit stones.”

“But since you Central Plains people only have spirit stones to offer, I suppose I can reluctantly accept them… if the quantity is sufficient.”

The Grand Witch’s intentions were clear.

Start with a high price and then negotiate down.

How much she could get depended on her bargaining skills.

So, when Chen Yin asked, “How much do you need, Grand Witch?” she said casually,

“Let’s start with one hundred thousand spirit stones for his release. As for curing that girl, we’ll discuss that—”

Before she could finish her sentence,

A surge of spiritual energy filled the hall.

The Grand Witch stared in disbelief at the sacks of spirit stones piled up before her, her expression a mixture of shock and confusion.

“One hundred thousand it is. Consider it a friend’s discount.” Chen Yin said casually.

…Wait.

One hundred thousand spirit stones?

Had she been in seclusion for so long that she was unaware of the current market prices?

Or were these people truly that wealthy, casually throwing around such a large sum?

For a moment, she wondered if she had asked for too little.

But one hundred thousand was a significant amount, enough to cover a major sect’s annual expenses.

Were there counterfeit spirit stones now?

She quickly said, “W-wait, I’ve changed my mind. We live in seclusion, we have no use for so many spirit stones. It’s a loss for us. How about some high-quality cultivation or healing pills? I might con—”

“Con… consider it…” Her voice trailed off.

Beside the mountain of spirit stones, another mountain appeared.

A rich, medicinal fragrance filled the air, invigorating and refreshing.

“Five thousand cultivation pills, and five thousand healing pills, all top-grade quality.”

Chen Yin’s expression remained calm and indifferent. “Anything else, Grand Witch?”

“Ah…”

The Grand Witch’s mouth opened and closed, then she finally said,

“…That’s… enough for now.”

She was afraid that if she mentioned weapons or techniques, he would produce even more mountains of treasures.

The hall would be completely blocked.

Chen Yin was feeling incredibly smug.

He had never fought such a wealthy battle before.

Spirit stones? Pills?

Just name it, he had it all.

The System Shop had an endless supply.

He, a poor boy used to scraping by, was finally experiencing the joys of being rich.

…It was a truly exhilarating feeling.

“Since you’re satisfied, Grand Witch, would you mind telling me where my friend is?”

The Grand Witch, her eyes still glazed over with disbelief, quickly composed herself and coughed lightly.

“Ahem, Lian’er, take them there.”

Lian’er nodded obediently and led them out of the hall.

As they passed by the masked figure, their eyes met.

The masked figure stared at Chen Yin silently.

Chen Yin simply glanced at him sideways and walked past.

Chapter 180: Words From a Certain Someone Are Like…

That night was peaceful. Nothing happened.

The next morning, Chen Yin woke up early and found that Qingying was gone.

The lingering warmth and fragrance indicated that she had just left recently.

…This girl. Chen Yin chuckled softly.

He turned over and saw Luo Luo still asleep in his arms, her ears drooped, her small hands clutching his robe like tiny paws.

She looked so adorable while sleeping.

Chen Yin lay there for a while longer, then got up to prepare breakfast.

As he stepped outside, he noticed a crowd gathered in front of the brothers’ hut.

Curious, he went to investigate. The hut was filled with the aroma of incense, and Nan Xiaoxiang sat at the table, calmly examining a patient’s pulse.

The younger brother was bustling around her, assisting her.

“What’s going on?” Chen Yin asked.

“Young Master Chen!”

The younger brother bowed respectfully. “The Divine Physician has told us about your kindness. Thank you for the food.”

“It was nothing.” Chen Yin waved his hand dismissively. “What’s she doing now?”

“Well, the Divine Physician asked if anyone in the village was suffering from any ailments due to the miasma. She offered to treat everyone for free. I went around informing everyone, but it took a lot of convincing to get them to come.”

Chen Yin watched in silence.

The brothers’ hut, though simple, had been transformed into a makeshift clinic, with Nan Xiaoxiang, dressed in white, sitting gracefully at the table, her movements elegant and precise.

She examined each patient carefully, her voice soft and gentle as she explained their symptoms and prescribed treatments.

Seeing her focused expression, Chen Yin didn’t want to disturb her and waited patiently.

She continued treating patients until noon, then finally rubbed her temples, her face etched with exhaustion.

“All done?” A plate of refreshing watermelon slices appeared before her.

“Thank you—huh?”

Nan Xiaoxiang looked up, surprised, and saw Chen Yin smiling at her.

Perhaps remembering last night’s events, she blushed slightly and quickly looked away.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’ve been standing here since morning. You were too focused to notice.”

Chen Yin sat down beside her casually. “Why did you suddenly decide to treat the villagers?”

“While examining the brothers, I realized that besides the Cold Bell Netherleaf poison, they were also suffering from various ailments caused by prolonged exposure to the miasma.”

Nan Xiaoxiang’s eyes flickered. “I thought that even though the people of Wu Xuan Cave have a higher resistance to toxins, living in such an environment would still take a toll on their health.”

“As expected, most of the villagers suffer from migraines, shortness of breath, joint pain, and other strange symptoms.”

“Since we’re waiting for the Grand Witch anyway, I might as well treat them.”

“How long will that take? You only saw a few patients this morning.” Chen Yin picked up a slice of watermelon and took a large bite.

“It’s fine. The Wu Xuan Cave isn’t that populated.”

Nan Xiaoxiang took a bite of watermelon and offered a slice to the younger brother.

“So your name is Heitie?”

The younger brother, Heitie, nodded, his mouth full of watermelon.

“And your brother?”

“Qingtong.”

Chen Yin: “…”

…Do you have another brother dying of cancer?

The cool, refreshing watermelon eased the heat and fatigue.

While Heitie went to take care of his brother, Nan Xiaoxiang stretched discreetly.

Her graceful movements were like those of a cat.

Chen Yin watched her, his eyes twinkling, then suddenly reached out and poked her side.

“Eek!”

Nan Xiaoxiang jumped and glared at him, her hand protectively covering her side. “What are you doing?!”

“Chekhov said that if a gun appears in a story, it must be fired.”

Chen Yin said seriously, “Similarly, if a beautiful girl stretches in front of me, I have to poke her.”

Nan Xiaoxiang: “…Has the miasma affected your brain, Young Master Chen?”

“Ahem. I just couldn’t resist. You have such a nice figure.”

He had expected her to scold him.

But Nan Xiaoxiang just rolled her eyes and said, “If you’re so interested in figures, why don’t you go bother Miss Qingying?”

“I’m afraid she’ll beat me up.”

“So you’re taking advantage of a weak and defenseless mortal woman like me?”

Chen Yin thought for a moment, then slapped his forehead. “You’re right.”

“Since you can’t resist, I can do whatever I want, right?”

He reached out to tease her again.

Nan Xiaoxiang glared at him, her eyes blazing with anger.

But his hand just gently cupped her face, wiping the sweat from her brow, then pinched her cheek playfully.

Like he was playing with a doll.

Nan Xiaoxiang was one of the most beautiful women Chen Yin had ever seen. Even without the ethereal beauty of a cultivator, her looks were enough to make men lose their minds.

But Chen Yin just saw her as a beautiful doll, someone he enjoyed teasing.

Nan Xiaoxiang’s cheeks flushed slightly at his touch, but she just rolled her eyes at him.

“If you have so much free time to harass innocent women, Young Master Chen, why not do me a favor and ask Lian’er if there are any other villagers who need treatment?”

“Don’t you need a break? You’ve been working all morning.”

“It’s fine.”

Nan Xiaoxiang smiled faintly. “When you’re doing what you love, you never get tired.”

Chen Yin paused.

Her expression seemed familiar.

The exhaustion evident on her face, yet her eyes were bright and clear.

He suddenly remembered himself, many years ago, before his rebirth.

Staying up all night, fueled by instant noodles and sheer willpower, his eyes bloodshot yet focused,

Writing stories on his computer, from dusk till dawn.

Exhausted but happy.

“Do you understand that feeling, Young Master Chen?”

“Perhaps.”

Chen Yin’s eyes half-closed as he spoke. “I knew someone like that. He also chose to do what he loved and persevered until the very end.”

“And then?” Nan Xiaoxiang asked curiously.

“…And then he died.”

Many years ago.

“I’m sorry.” Nan Xiaoxiang bowed her head apologetically.

“It wasn’t your fault. Why are you apologizing?” Chen Yin chuckled.

“I didn’t mean to bring up any painful memories.”

She looked at him with clear eyes. “But I imagine your friend never regretted his choice.”

Chen Yin paused, then smiled faintly.

“…You’re right.”

“I’ll go ask Lian’er for you.” He stood up.

“By the way, is there anything you want to eat tonight?”

Nan Xiaoxiang looked at him, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“I’ll cook you anything you want.”

Chen Yin grinned. “I’m quite confident in my culinary skills.”

She blinked her long eyelashes and said softly, “Then… mapo tofu.”

“Spicy food will give you pimples.”

“It’s fine, just this once! I’m a physician, I know what I’m doing!”

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The ingredients for mapo tofu weren’t difficult to find.

Even in the resource-scarce Wu Xuan Cave, with the System Shop as his free pantry, Chen Yin had everything he needed.

After checking the ingredients, he decided to find Lian’er since it was still early.

She was easy to find. She was picking flowers in the meadow in front of the main hall.

“Ah, Brother!”

Seeing Chen Yin, she dropped the flowers and ran towards him excitedly.

“Do you have any more bread, Brother? Lian’er wants more!”

Chen Yin gave her a small cream cake and ruffled her hair gently.

Lian’er, ever the obedient child, happily munched on the cake, letting him pet her.

“What are you doing here, Lian’er?”

“We’re running low on flowers for the Gu worms. I’m collecting some.”

Chen Yin looked at the beautiful, vibrant flowers and couldn’t help but comment, “They’re quite pretty.”

“They are, but a single petal can kill ten oxen.”

Lian’er said with a sweet smile.

Chen Yin shuddered.

…Never mind. I won’t ask.

“Aren’t you afraid of getting poisoned?”

“I’ve lived here since I was little. I’m not afraid anymore.”

She swallowed the cake in one gulp, making Chen Yin worry that she would choke.

Then, she put the flowers in a bag and turned to him. “What do you need, Brother?”

“Are there any other villagers suffering from the effects of the miasma? My companion is willing to treat them for free.”

“The pretty sister who came with you?”

Lian’er thought for a moment. “There are a few. I can take you to them—”

She suddenly stopped and looked towards the main hall, a strange expression on her face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Brother,”

Lian’er looked at him seriously, “the Grand Witch is calling for me.”

“She’s coming out of seclusion.”

Coming out of seclusion? Chen Yin’s eyes widened. “Really?”

“Wait, how do you know?”

“The Sound Transmission Gu.”

Lian’er smiled and pointed at her ear.

Chen Yin stared at her, a chill running down his spine.

…He had almost been fooled by her innocent and carefree demeanor.

She was the Grand Witch’s servant. She couldn’t be normal.

Perhaps he was already surrounded by countless Gu worms without even realizing it.