Chapter 451 - 254: Tell Me, Who to Kill
"It’s done just like that?"
In his cell, Jiang Man was a bit surprised by what Yu Wanyi had said.
He had thought it would be much more difficult.
If it succeeded, that would be for the best. If it failed, he would have no choice but to bite the bullet and use the Promotion Skill given to him by Ting Fengyin.
He could worry about the explanation later. An opportunity for promotion was rare, and it would be a terrible waste to miss it.
The Immortal Sect Grand Competition held countless opportunities.
The possibilities were truly endless.
’The Immortal Sect isn’t going to personally step in and say it’s not allowed, are they?’
But now, he didn’t have to worry anymore.
By getting the Promotion Skill in advance, he could pass it on to Old Huang, who could then begin to understand how to practice its Cultivation.
That way, no time would be wasted.
"That’s right. Do you know what was written inside?" Yu Wanyi asked Jiang Man.
Jiang Man shook his head. He hadn’t seen the letter.
Naturally, he didn’t know what it said.
"You could ask your master," Jiang Man said.
"My master won’t tell me. I’ll just have to wait," Yu Wanyi said with a look of regret.
She decided to discuss it with Qing Dai.
After that, Yu Wanyi left and went to find Qing Dai.
Qing Dai was also extremely curious. The two of them discussed it and decided they could sneak over to take a look.
They suspected, however, that it had something to do with their masters’ relationship.
The current rift between their masters was also because of this letter.
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「Outer Sect」
Ever since Young Master Fang had borrowed the Spiritual Source, Song Qing’s business had dwindled.
He used to feel his future was bright, but now he realized he might not even be able to afford to eat.
The situation was much worse than he had expected.
He had no way of contacting someone like a Peak Master.
But he could sense that the attitude of someone in power was enough to completely erase all his hard work.
Moreover, people from the Sect had been coming to inspect his shop recently, and they would find fault with the slightest misstep.
Sometimes he was ordered to make rectifications, other times he was fined.
Now, he didn’t even dare to open his shop.
He could only sneakily open for a few hours before closing up again.
He knew that a normal shop wouldn’t be treated this way, but this was Young Master Jiang’s shop.
It wasn’t impossible that he’d be shut down for some trivial reason one day.
Song Qing packed up his stall. He looked at the unsold sesame seed pancakes, closed the door, and silently began to eat them himself.
It was all food; he couldn’t bear to waste it.
The next day, he set up his stall again.
But this time, he made far fewer pancakes than before.
A customer arrived that day.
"Can I try a sample?" a man asked.
Song Qing nodded immediately. "Of course."
"Do I have to pay if I don’t like it?" the man asked again.
"If you don’t like it, it’s free," Song Qing said confidently.
The man took a bite, nodded, and then ate the rest of it.
After finishing, he looked at Song Qing’s expectant expression and said with a smile, "It wasn’t good. Awful, really. I only finished it so it wouldn’t go to waste.
"You’re not going to charge me any Spiritual Source, are you?"
Song Qing opened his mouth, but in the end, he just said, "No charge."
The man chuckled. "Then how about I help you out and eat another? Perhaps I’ll find the second one to be tastier."
Song Qing shook his head. "They all taste the same."
The man laughed and strode away.
Song Qing let out a heavy sigh.
All he could do was continue to wait.
He waited to see if any real business would come.
In the afternoon, just as he was about to close up shop, a woman arrived.
She asked for a sample.
Song Qing tore one in half and handed it to her.
The woman took a careless bite, then threw the pancake right at him, snapping, "This is disgusting!"
Then she turned and left.
Song Qing, struck by the pancake, was stunned for a moment.
But he quickly clutched the pancake, packed up his stall, and closed the door.
Once he was sure no one was around, he took out the pancake the woman had thrown at him.
He discovered a piece of paper inside it.
It read: "Things are tense right now. I’ll come for pancakes tonight. Make as many as you can. You’ll definitely get your Spiritual Source."
Song Qing didn’t know if it was real or a prank, or if it was just those people from the Sect deliberately messing with him.
But...
He chose to do it.
「Midnight」
A knock sounded at the door. The woman, now dressed in a black robe, looked at Song Qing and demanded, "The pancakes?"
Song Qing pointed to a table to the side, which was covered with them.
She did a quick count and left two thousand Spiritual Source. "This month, I’ll come on even-numbered days. Next month, on odd-numbered days."
Watching her leave, Song Qing felt the whole thing was a bit absurd.
’I’m just selling sesame seed pancakes, why does it feel like I’m smuggling Sect Cultivation Skills?’
But at least business was picking up. He hoped he could give the Spiritual Source to Young Master Jiang soon.
「The next day」
Cheng Yu came to find him and ask if he wanted to return to the Yunqian Bureau.
Previously, Song Qing had decided to go back and bring back the original pancake maker.
But now the situation had changed, and the person in question might not dare to come.
But if they were willing to come, he stood to earn much more than just two thousand Spiritual Source.
After a moment’s hesitation, he nodded. "I’ll go back."
’Every job has its risks, especially one within the Sect.’
’It all depends on whether they have the guts.’
「Two days later」
Song Qing had arranged things at the shop.
Then he left with Cheng Yu.
Since Cheng Yu was in a hurry, they had hired a Foundation Establishment cultivator to fly them back via Sword Control.
They arrived back in Luoyun City the very next day.
"I’m only staying for three days, and then I have to go back. You need to be quick," Cheng Yu reminded him.
Song Qing nodded.
He went to find the person immediately.
Meanwhile, at a side gate, a young guard looked at the middle-aged man beside him. "Uncle Tong, how long do you think we’ll be stuck here?"
"Got something on your mind?" Uncle Tong asked curiously.
"What could I possibly have on my mind? I don’t have a Golden Core Ancestor for a friend. Even if I did, they wouldn’t give me a second glance. They’d just see me as a walking reserve of Spiritual Source," the young guard said sourly. "I wonder if a certain someone is being treated the same way.
"Who would be stupid enough to just give away their Spiritual Source for no reason?
"The person was trying to pay it back, and he actually said they didn’t have to.
"Uncle Tong, tell me, why do people like that get so lucky?"
"Are you jealous of him?" Uncle Tong asked.
"Since he’s not around, I’ll be honest. I’m not trying to be mean, but if I were him, I would never do something so stupid. He’d have been better off giving all that Spiritual Source to a Golden Core friend," the young man said with a sigh. "I only dare call him an idiot because he’s not here."