Grand Return System

A Favor from the Purple Sword Monarch

A faint smile appeared on Leon’s face.

"You’re right."

"I’ve come because there’s something I’d like to ask of Whitelist Restaurant."

The moment those words left his lips, Cavir’s expression grew solemn.

Leon calmly placed his teacup back onto the polished wooden table before continuing in an even tone.

"I came here to ask a favor."

"I wonder if you can satisfy me?"

The words sounded polite.

Almost too polite.

Yet hearing them, Cavir’s heart immediately trembled.

He hurriedly straightened his posture.

"Respected One, please feel free to speak."

"I’ll do everything within my power."

Although his expression remained respectful, his mind had already become a complete mess.

Ask me... a favor?

The corners of his mouth twitched ever so slightly.

Who asks for a favor like this?

Only moments earlier, Leon’s overwhelming aura had quietly enveloped the entire restaurant.

He hadn’t raised his voice.

He hadn’t threatened anyone.

Yet the invisible pressure had made every cultivator in the building instinctively lower their heads.

To Cavir...

It felt less like someone asking for help and more like a legendary Sword Monarch casually resting his blade against another person’s neck before politely asking for cooperation.

Would anyone dare refuse?

He smiled bitterly inside.

The answer was obvious.

Absolutely not.

Fortunately, Leon had shown no hostility from beginning to end.

That alone allowed Cavir to breathe a little easier.

Seeing how readily the owner agreed, Leon didn’t waste any more time.

He casually reached into his sleeve.

A neatly folded piece of parchment appeared between his fingers.

He placed it gently on the table.

"It’s nothing particularly serious."

"There’s a list of medicinal herbs written here."

"I’d like you to help me gather them."

Cavir immediately accepted the parchment with both hands.

His movements were respectful and careful, as though he were receiving an imperial decree.

Slowly unfolding the list, his eyes swept across every line.

One herb...

Then another...

Then another.

The room gradually became quiet.

Even Selena and Rias watched curiously from behind Leon.

Neither of them had seen the list before.

Teacher had prepared everything in advance.

After several moments, Cavir finally finished reading.

His brows relaxed.

The herbs listed weren’t especially precious.

At least...

Not individually.

Some were commonly used medicinal ingredients.

Others were somewhat rare.

A handful could only be found in distant regions scattered across the Fallen Leaf Domain.

Finding them one by one would consume considerable time for an ordinary cultivator.

However...

For Whitelist Restaurant, whose trading network stretched across countless kingdoms and powerful sects...

This wasn’t difficult at all.

With a few letters sent through their established channels, every herb on the list could be gathered surprisingly quickly.

Still...

One question lingered in Cavir’s mind.

Why does Respected Leon need these herbs?

He silently reread several names.

The combination...

It wasn’t random.

Gradually, a possibility surfaced in his thoughts.

Alchemy...

His eyes brightened almost instantly.

If Leon was truly preparing to refine pills...

Then this request wasn’t merely business.

It was an opportunity.

A priceless opportunity.

Everyone in the cultivation world already knew Leon’s astonishing reputation.

The Purple Sword Monarch.

The youngest Pinnacle Realm expert in the Fallen Leaf Domain.

A peerless genius whose future seemed limitless.

Countless powerful households wished to establish even the slightest connection with him but never found the chance.

Yet today...

Leon had personally come to Whitelist Restaurant seeking assistance.

To outsiders, this might look like Whitelist Restaurant was helping Leon.

But Cavir saw the situation very differently.

This wasn’t his opportunity to help Leon.

It was Leon giving Whitelist Restaurant the opportunity to build goodwill with him.

As a businessman who had spent decades navigating the currents of power and influence, Cavir immediately recognized the value hidden within this seemingly ordinary request.

Without hesitation, he made his decision.

A warm smile spread across his face.

"Haha..."

"I thought it was something truly important."

"So Respected One simply wishes to purchase some medicinal herbs."

He carefully folded the parchment before placing it respectfully on the table.

"Please don’t worry."

"Our Whitelist Restaurant may not excel at everything..."

"But gathering medicinal herbs is one of our specialties."

"I’ll immediately have people begin collecting everything on this list."

"We’ll deliver every herb to the Amethyst Summit Division in the shortest time possible."

He paused briefly before continuing.

"However..."

"There’s no need to discuss payment."

"It’s only a few hundred medicinal herbs."

"They’re hardly worth mentioning."

"Please consider them a small gift from Whitelist Restaurant."

His tone remained cautious.

Although he spoke confidently, he quietly observed Leon’s expression.

This was his attempt to build a relationship.

Whether Leon accepted...

Was another matter entirely.

Leon looked at him for several silent moments.

Those calm purple eyes seemed capable of seeing through every hidden thought.

Naturally...

He understood exactly what Cavir was trying to accomplish.

After thinking briefly, Leon smiled faintly and gently shook his head.

"No need."

"I’m not so poor that I can’t afford a few medicinal herbs."

"I appreciate the owner’s kindness."

"But as cultivators..."

"The greatest taboo is owing another person a favor."

"I believe you understand."

Cavir’s smile stiffened slightly.

A trace of disappointment flashed through his heart.

Still, he immediately nodded.

"I understand."

"Of course I understand."

He gave a helpless laugh.

"Respected One’s concerns are completely reasonable."

Thinking for another moment, he quickly proposed a compromise.

"Then how about this..."

"We’ll simply charge you our purchasing cost."

"We won’t earn a single coin from these herbs."

"Would that be acceptable?"

Leon quietly looked into Cavir’s eyes.

He could tell this man genuinely wished to establish a friendly relationship.

There wasn’t the slightest trace of deception.

After all...

One shouldn’t reject someone who continuously offered goodwill with a sincere smile.

Refusing again would only make future dealings unnecessarily awkward.

Leon finally nodded.

"Very well."

"You may decide the final price."

"As long your number as it’s reasonable..."

"I have no objections."

His purpose in coming to Whitelist Restaurant had always been simple.