A series of movements takes no longer than one breath.
The guy's face suddenly turned pale.
Hua Wanzhao: This is a terrible thing. I haven’t even tried it to see if it’s really that good as a mount, but you showed me such a skill.
She had seen the price tag on the inner elixir.
Five thousand, top grade spiritual stone.
Five times more expensive than that!
Although Hua Wanzhao does not lack these spiritual stones, this matter is really disturbing.
Hua Wanzhao had no intention of embarrassing his assistant, and she had no intention of letting Feng Buzhi take the blame, so she accepted her fate and dug out the spirit stone.
"You just said 20% off on all purchases, does that count?" Hua Wanzhao asked.
She can foresee that raising this thing will cost more. Even if she is rich now, she may not be poor by this guy in the future, so she should save whatever she can.
"Forget it...forget it..."
The clerk cried in his heart: So much commission is gone from QAQ!
Fortunately, it didn't cause a major disaster.
This future young lady is such a good person!
Hua Wanzhao received a good person card without knowing it.
At this time, another waiter hurriedly ran over: "Young City Master, my servant is here to see you!"
When the clerk at the spirit beast shop was counting the spirit stones, Feng Buzhi also knew the purpose of his servant's visit to him. It was Feng Qiying and Feng Bumei who had arrived.
"Fellow Daoist Hua..." Feng Buzhi hesitated to speak.
Hua Wanzhao said: "Then let's go back first. Feng Bumei and I can be considered friends."
I can't go shopping anymore. If this prodigal thing likes something again, I will have to bleed heavily.
Feng Buzhi laughed when he saw Hua Wanzhao looking at Bai Wuluan depressedly.
Previously, when he was watching her choose cassocks, he thought that the young master of Yi Jian Feng Sha was too mature. Now it seemed that she was just not that particular in some aspects.
Facing this White Mist Luan, she showed her childishness.
After confirming that the number of spirit stones was okay, Hua Wanzhao and Feng Buzhi left the spirit beast shop and hurried to the city lord's mansion.
***
"uncle!"
Feng Buzhi walked quickly into the main hall.
"Buji, why are you back so soon?" Feng Qiying put down the tea cup.
The housekeeper had just told him that Feng Buzhi had gone out with his distinguished guests. He thought he would not be able to come back until at least lunch, and maybe even until sunset. He planned to drink this cup of tea and return to his residence first.
"Well... something happened when the servant went there, so he came back right away."
Hua Wanzhao looked at the male cultivator sitting under the main seat.
He is Feng Qiying.
According to Mu Linxiao, this man was a cultivator of Wuqing Dao before, but due to the poisoning, his body was damaged, Qing Wu Dao was broken, and his cultivation level plummeted. He fell from the late stage of Huashen to the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
What a miserable man.
However, Mu Linxiao was not mixed up at all. The Feng family members were all really good-looking. Although she had not met the city lord yet, but if she could give birth to a son like Feng Buzhi, I would definitely be good.
Although Feng Qiying looks like she is in her thirties, she is actually very old, so she can naturally tell that the "some things" her nephew calls are probably related to the female nun next to her.
"Fellow Taoist, you must be a disciple of Venerable Juyong. Please sit down." Feng Qiying stretched out his hand to the chair opposite and made a "please" gesture. "I can't sleep, so I'm grateful for the many cares I received from you in the secret realm of Qingning."
After Hua Wanzhao sat down, she said, "Actually, I think you should laugh with Mu Lin about this. After all, he is the one who really contributed."
Feng Qiying smiled lightly: "It's true that it was True Lord Yushi who helped, but it was also because of fellow Taoist Hua, right? After all, we old guys can't understand the character of True Lord Yushi."
Is this person really cultivating the path of ruthlessness?
Among the Wuxin Wu monks whom Hua Wanzhao knew, He Xian was undoubtedly the one who was closest to Wuxin Wu. The disciples of Beidou Sha still had some emotions, but they were definitely not as gentle as the people in front of them.
Hua Wanzhao didn't say much about the secret realm. Instead, she asked: "Feng Bimei's injury doesn't have any sequelae, right?"
After all, according to their inference, those sudden bursts of power most likely came from the fallen immortals. Who knows if there was something unclean mixed in.
Yi Jian Feng Sha has been secretly investigating these matters for the past two years, but unfortunately he has gained little.
"Fellow Taoist Laohua is worried. After all, Insomnia is the young master of Ten Thousand Poisons Forest. As the saying goes, there is no separation between medicine and poison. It's not a big deal."
"That's good."
In other words, there was still a problem, they just found a way to solve it.
This may be a new clue.
At this time, the White Woluan on Hua Wanzhao's shoulder was unwilling to be ignored, and suddenly let out a sharp cry.
"What to do?" Hua Wanzhao asked.
Bai Wuluan jumped to Hua Wanzhao's hand and pecked her fingers.
"Are you hungry? Go out and find something to eat by yourself. I'm not holding you back."
It chirped again, seemingly dissatisfied with Hua Wanzhao being so casual with it.
"The City Lord's Mansion also raises some spiritual beasts. I'll let people feed them." Feng Buzhi said while holding back his laughter.
"Then I'll trouble you, Young City Master."
"This White Mist Luan..." Feng Qiying thought of a euphemistic way of saying it, "The relationship between fellow Taoist and your spirit beast is very interesting."
"It originally delivered it to me on its own, and it cheated me out of a huge sum of spiritual stones..."
Feng Qiying seemed to be very interested: "Oh? Is it convenient to tell you?"
Hua Wanzhao was so happy that he didn't bother to investigate why he was interested in Feng Bumei's injuries. No matter if he changed the topic intentionally or unintentionally, he was happy.
She looked annoyed and helpless: "This matter is a bit disturbing to talk about, so I'd better say it to the Young City Master."
With Hua Wanzhao's permission, Feng Buzhi told the story of how the white misty Luan touched the porcelain Hua Wanzhao, and how it deceived Hua Wanzhao by eating a high-end, commercially available and priceless inner elixir.
Feng Qiying also understood what Feng Buzhi meant when he said "I'll be back soon" as soon as he walked in.
"This is really..." Feng Qiying laughed.
"Dad, what happened?"
By chance, Feng Bumei came in at this time.
They haven't been to the City Lord's Mansion for a long time. Even if Feng Yuying arranges for people to clean the room regularly, they still have to clean it up themselves when they suddenly come over. Just now, Feng Wemeng went to clean up the two rooms.
He really hadn't seen his father in such a good mood for a long time.
"Flower Daoist, cousin."
Hua Wanzhao nodded.
"Dad, cousin, what did you just say that made you so happy?"
Feng Buzhi said what he just said again.
Feng Bimei showed the same smile.
Suddenly, Feng Qiying coughed several times, and Feng Bimei hurriedly stepped forward to help him breathe.
"You young people, let's chat. I'm going back to my room first."
"Then I'll take dad back to his room first."
Feng Qiying waved her hand: "I can still walk this way by myself."
After Feng Qiying's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, Feng Buzhi asked: "Is uncle's health deteriorating again?"
"It's okay, it's just that the living environment suddenly changed and my body is not used to it for a while."
"Did he have any hidden injuries?" Hua Wanzhao asked.
As a high-level monk, unless it is a congenital disease, only hidden injuries left after fierce battles can cause poor health. However, most of the hidden injuries can be slowly recovered with advancement and the baptism of thunder.
"Uncle... his cultivation level has only declined since that incident..."
Nowadays, it is even more difficult to maintain the cultivation level of Nascent Soul, so the method commonly used by monks to use thunder tribulation to treat old injuries is simply not feasible. If you enter someone else's thunder tribulation, you will only die faster.
Feng Bimei clenched his hands.
"Little Master, I'm back!" came Mu Lin's laughing voice.
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