Chapter 151: The Price is 500 Bottles Per Position
For the next two days, Chen Yin enjoyed a peaceful and carefree life.
With Master away, Mount Yu became a haven for him and Xiang’er.
Without any distractions, Xiang’er became bolder and more open.
Sometimes, while Chen Yin was meditating, he would open his eyes to find her sitting in his lap, her face flushed, her breath coming in soft gasps, her clothes partially undone, her smooth shoulders and back rising and falling against his chest.
“…Ahem. Xiang’er, I thought we were cultivating.”
“Th-this is… also a form of cultivation…”
She murmured, her face flushed with a mixture of shyness and desire.
Chen Yin was helpless. He could only indulge his adorable Junior Sister.
But perhaps she was right. This could be considered a form of cultivation.
The “Quenching Nether Mantra” was a powerful and unusual demonic art. It could rapidly increase one’s cultivation and strength, but it also had some side effects.
It could make one’s personality colder and more domineering, their possessiveness and desire intensified.
So, after each cultivation session, Xiang’er would actively seek him out, her passion a way to counteract the negative effects of the demonic art.
Chen Yin didn’t mind. Fortunately, the “Forgotten Everlasting Heart Sutra” had powerful regenerative abilities. Otherwise, he might not be able to keep up with her, let alone handle more women in the future.
But thanks to their “dual cultivation,” although not in the traditional sense, both their cultivations were improving rapidly.
On the third day, Chen Yin broke through to the next realm, the Entering Gate Realm.
His dantian expanded significantly, and his blue spiritual energy became even purer.
Another pleasant surprise was that his access level in the System Shop had increased.
Now he could get even more free stuff.
So, for the next month, Chen Yin diligently cultivated on the mountain.
He occasionally exchanged letters with Luo Luo, Qingying, and the others in Yanxia Province, inquiring about their well-being, but most of his time was spent between his cultivation cave and Xiang’er’s bedroom.
One day, however, he found an opportunity to take a short leave from Mount Yu.
He was going to the Mist Spirit Sect.
Although Xiang’er’s eyes were filled with sadness and reluctance when he left, Chen Yin reassured her, “I’ll be back in four or five days. Don’t be sad.”
“I’m not sad.”
Xiang’er shook her head seriously. “I just have some regrets.”
“Regrets about what?”
“If Xiang’er had tried a little harder yesterday, maybe Senior Brother wouldn’t have the energy to leave today.”
Chen Yin coughed awkwardly.
…That sounded a bit terrifying.
“You should focus on your cultivation too. Master specifically told me not to let our… activities interfere with your training.”
“I don’t want to be lectured by someone who hasn’t even reached the Boundless Realm.”
Xiang’er pouted.
So he was back to being looked down upon for his low cultivation.
Chen Yin sighed and ruffled her head playfully. “I’ll deal with you when I get back.”
Xiang’er stuck her tongue out at him and made a face.
The Mist Spirit Sect’s mountain gate, shrouded in an ethereal mist, looked almost the same as the first time he had visited.
But in just half a year, under Shen Shuanglian’s leadership, the sect was recovering at an astonishing rate.
The disciples were disciplined and orderly, the mountain gate grand and imposing, the main hall enveloped in a swirling mist. It was a picture of peace and tranquility.
Even Chen Yin had to admit, Senior Sister was a natural leader.
She had single-handedly stabilized the Mist Spirit Sect after it had been on the verge of collapse. Her abilities were truly impressive.
As a frequent visitor, Chen Yin wasn’t stopped by the disciples. He walked past the main hall and towards the back mountain.
In a pavilion by the water, Shen Shuanglian was quietly sipping tea.
The wind rustled the willow branches as she sat there, dressed in a simple blue robe, a delicate white hand holding a jade-green teacup, her beautiful face etched with a thoughtful expression, her gaze fixed on the lake.
“Something on your mind?” Chen Yin’s voice came from beside her.
A flicker of surprise crossed Shen Shuanglian’s face, quickly replaced by a calm composure. She asked softly, “W-why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
“I wanted to surprise you. Don’t you like surprises?”
Chen Yin sat down beside her, casually picking up her teacup and pouring himself a drink.
Shen Shuanglian was about to stop him, but he had already finished it in one gulp. She mumbled softly,
“Th-that was my cup…”
“Tsk, tsk. A hint of willow, a hint of breeze, a hint of lake water, and ninety-one percent the sweet fragrance of a beautiful woman’s lips.”
Chen Yin smacked his lips and closed his eyes, a dreamy expression on his face. “Excellent tea! One hundred percent!”
Shen Shuanglian blushed and looked away.
“Always teasing me.”
“I just wanted to cheer you up, seeing you so lost in thought.”
Chen Yin wrapped an arm around her waist and asked softly, “What’s bothering you?”
Shen Shuanglian lowered her eyes and said quietly, “…Just some minor problems. Nothing serious.”
“Tell me about it. Maybe your hubby can help.”
“It’s j-just a small matter. I can handle it myself.”
Shen Shuanglian was still trying to be stubborn, but before she could finish her sentence, Chen Yin gently nibbled on her earlobe, eliciting a soft moan.
“You’ll get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that.” He whispered in her ear.
Shen Shuanglian lowered her head.
Chen Yin knew her well.
She didn’t like talking about her problems. But she was incredibly stubborn and always tried to handle everything on her own, waiting for him to praise her afterward.
No matter how difficult or stressful the situation, she never wanted to burden others.
Knowing her personality, Chen Yin usually indulged her.
Unless she was clearly troubled, like now.
“Tell me what’s wrong. Even if it’s nothing serious, you can still tell me about it.”
Seeing his gentle expression, Shen Shuanglian finally relented and leaned against him, sighing softly.
“…The sect is running out of resources.”
“Repairing the mountain gate depleted our reserves. The Mist Spirit Sect might look impressive on the surface, but we’re practically bankrupt.”
“Even the materials for repairing the protective formation were purchased on credit from the Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion, thanks to Master Yu Ling.”
“We’re barely able to cover our daily expenses, let alone purchase the materials needed for alchemy and cultivation, or repay our debts.”
“Although the Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion isn’t pressuring us,” she said, her eyes filled with worry, “the situation won’t improve anytime soon.”
…In short, they were broke.
Chen Yin blinked.
Indeed, rebuilding a sect wasn’t as simple as it seemed. It required a massive investment of resources and manpower.
And ultimately, it was his fault. He had been the one who destroyed the mountain gate, and now Senior Sister had to clean up his mess.
He coughed awkwardly and said, “I can help with the pills. I have plenty.”
Shen Shuanglian looked at him with surprise.
He took out several small bottles from his pocket. The moment he opened them, a rich, medicinal fragrance filled the air. They were clearly high-quality cultivation pills.
“This…”
Shen Shuanglian could tell from their purity that although they weren’t high-level pills, they were still of excellent quality, more than enough for daily cultivation.
“How many of these do you have?”
“Guess.” Chen Yin grinned.
Shen Shuanglian thought for a moment. “Ten bottles?”
“Ten bottles wouldn’t even last your sect a day. Think bigger.”
“Could it be… a hundred?”
Chen Yin shook his head with a smile.
“F-five hundred?” Shen Shuanglian hesitated.
“Fifty thousand.”
Chen Yin said calmly, “I can give them to you right now.”
Shen Shuanglian’s breath hitched.
“Fifty… thousand?”
Her eyes widened in disbelief. “That’s impossible! Even low-level pills like these require expensive materials. Even master alchemists wouldn’t waste their time and resources on such basic pills. These are probably just experimental products. Five hundred bottles would be a miracle, let alone fifty thousand…”
Her voice trailed off.
Because the pond before them, the lotus leaves and flowers, were covered in pill bottles.
A sea of bottles, stretching as far as the eye could see. If it weren’t for the pills’ fragrance and spiritual energy stimulating the growth of the lotus flowers, they would have all fallen into the water.
“Is that enough?”
Chen Yin leaned his head against her shoulder and whispered to the stunned Shen Shuanglian, “I can get you more if you need them.”
After a long silence, Shen Shuanglian finally regained her composure and asked softly, “D-did you refine these yourself?”
“Something like that.”
“Are there… really this many?”
“I told you. I can get you more if you need them.” Chen Yin said seriously.
Shen Shuanglian stared at the pond filled with pill bottles, lost in thought, until the fragrance finally attracted the attention of some disciples. She closed her eyes slowly.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Hey, don’t thank me yet.”
Chen Yin suddenly put on a sly, merchant-like expression. “I didn’t say they were free.”
Shen Shuanglian froze. “Th-then what do you want…?”
“The goods are right here, but there’s a handling fee.”
Seeing his mischievous grin, Shen Shuanglian blushed and lowered her head.
“How… do you want me to pay the handling fee?”
“500 bottles per position.”
Chen Yin lifted her into his arms and carried her towards her residence.
“Whether you can take all fifty thousand bottles depends on how hard you work~”
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