82 Chapter 82

Meanwhile, on the Yunyin Peak of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, Taoist Wufeng was in a state of panic because of a letter from his disciple.

"Master! Master, please stay calm! We don't know the specific situation of this little junior brother, so please don't be impulsive!" The leader of the Qingfeng Sword Sect sat beside Taoist Wufeng and kept advising him, fearing that the old master would rush out in excitement and do something irreparable.

Ever since the day he received the letter, Taoist Wufeng has been sitting on the edge of the cliff sharpening his sword without saying a word. The teeth-grinding sound of sharpening the sword has been echoing in Yunyin Peak for three whole days. Apart from the sect leader, no one dares to come and persuade him.

You should know that the reason why Taoist Wufeng is called Taoist Wufeng is because the sword in his hand is always unsharpened. When he was young, he traveled across the five continents and four realms with this unsharpened sword and was invincible. He relied solely on his swordsmanship to beat other immortal cultivators to tears.

Now, thousands of years later, he has actually started sharpening his sword. It's really scary to think about it.

"Master, Master, please stop wasting time!" The Sect Master said with a bitter face as he grabbed Taoist Wu Feng's wrist.

"That disciple's letter is full of their own speculation and nonsense. Junior Brother didn't even mention my own opinion. If you really rushed to the Hehuan Sect and killed their young master, what if it was all a misunderstanding? How will we resolve this?"

Although the Hehuan Sect's combat power is not as good as the Qingfeng Sword Sect, it does not mean that they are a soft persimmon that can be bullied by anyone. None of the five major sects are vegetarians. When the time comes, if they use all the strength of the sect to take revenge, the Qingfeng Sword Sect will be badly beaten.

What's more, this is just the Hehuan Sect. The leader of the Hehuan Sect was also a powerful beauty in the world of cultivation a hundred years ago. All five of the five great immortals had scandals with her. If the father of the child came looking again...

The thought of the world of immortal cultivation being ravaged by war and littered with corpses filled the air filled the Sect Master's head. He gripped Taoist Wufeng's wrist tightly, preventing him from sharpening his sword any further. "Master, I've already issued an urgent decree for Junior Brother to return. He should be here within the next two days. If you have any temper, wait until we understand the situation!"

"What else is there to be confused about?" Taoist Wufeng finally exploded. He pushed the Sect Master away and lowered his head to sharpen his knife, his voice choking with sobs as he spoke:

"How can anything good happen if you're involved with the Hehuan Sect? Which of those male cultivators who encountered the Hehuan Sect didn't lose their minds? A few days ago, I heard that a disciple from the Tianyan Sect met a female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect, and now he doesn't even want to return to the sect!"

At this point, Taoist Wufeng sniffed hard and quickened the pace of sharpening his sword: "My poor Xuan Mo, he must be completely bewildered now!

I don’t think your urgent decree can bring them back, so I’ll go anyway, even if it means razing the Hehuan Sect to the ground…” Just at this moment, the sword in his hand had been sharpened, and the sharp blade flashed a cold light in the sunlight. Taoist Wufeng stood up and was about to leave in a flying cloud.

"No, Master, calm down!" The Sect Master desperately hugged Taoist Wufeng's thigh and said, "A sect war shouldn't be fought lightly! Even if you want to go, at least make sure Junior Brother..."

"What are you sure about? It's been a few days? Get out of here!"

"Master! Don't be like this. Let me go. I will definitely bring my junior brother back, okay?"

"What are you going to do? Can you break the ancient barrier of the Hehuan Sect?"

Just as the two of them were still tugging at each other, a disciple suddenly came hurriedly on a sword. He leaped to the ground with a joyful expression that had not been seen for a long time.

"Grand Elder, Sect Master! The sect leader's junior brother is back! The senior brothers from Chaoyin City are back too!"

It's really a great thing worth celebrating that they were able to come back safe and sound after having been associated with the Hehuan Sect!

"Huh... Master, you see, I told you it was just a misunderstanding. Junior brother has a strong character, how could he be deceived by the female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect..." The Sect Master instantly breathed a sigh of relief and squatted on the ground. He raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat that had just flowed out while secretly rejoicing in his heart.

Junior brother, luckily you came back in time. Our sect was just a little bit away from an unprecedented war!

Taoist Wufeng pushed away the Sect Master who was still squatting beside his legs, took two quick steps, and tightly grasped the disciple's shoulders. "Are you really back? How is Xuanmo? Is your soul okay?"

"Reporting to the Grand Elder, my Junior Brother, the Sect Leader, seems to be doing just fine. I was in a hurry to report the news and didn't pay much attention to the rest, but I feel like he doesn't look very happy..."

"Xuan Mo! Xuan Mo!" Taoist Wufeng hurriedly threw the sword in his hand up, and without listening to the rest of his disciple's words, he flew directly towards the main gate with the sword.

"Oh, what's going on?" The sect leader sighed and stood up from the ground, then flew on his sword and followed his master to find his junior brother.

On the other hand, the disciple was not wrong. Xuan Mo had been unhappy on the road since he left Ning Shu. Except for the time he was traveling, he had been staying in a corner and feeling depressed. He could only smile for a moment when he received a "video call" from Ning Shu.

Normally they should have arrived a few days earlier, but they were delayed because they had to follow Ning Shu's advice on the way to properly deal with the batch of "banned electronic products" they brought back.

"Master, cheer up!" A sword-cultivating disciple couldn't help but pat Xuan Mo's shoulder and console him. "The Grand Elder will be here soon. Don't act distracted."

Thinking of Ning Shu's earnest instructions, Xuan Mo finally cheered up. He had just jumped off the spirit sword and was about to report to the sect leader when he suddenly saw a familiar figure flying towards him at a very fast speed.

"Master?" Seeing his long-lost master, Xuan Mo's face finally showed genuine joy. He took a few steps forward and said, "Master..."

The other disciples also straightened their clothes and prepared to salute: "Greetings..."

With a "whoosh", the Supreme Elder passed by them at an extremely fast speed. The whirlwind he stirred up brought dust in their faces, covering everyone's heads and faces.

The culprit, Taoist Wufeng, did not stop. He rushed directly in front of Xuan Mo, reached out and cupped his cheeks, looking him up and down, and did not stop until his handsome face was deformed.

"Are you okay? Did you meet the witch from the Hehuan Sect? Were you deceived? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? I told you to avoid people from the Hehuan Sect if you meet them, why did you still meet them..."

"Sizhen, I don't seem to..." Xuan Mo could only answer incoherently.

This weak reply did not attract the attention of Taoist Wu Feng. After repeatedly confirming that his beloved disciple was intact and in good spirits, he hugged him tightly, touched his hair with heartache, patted Xuan Mo's back and swore:

"From now on, no matter what tribulations you face, just stay with me and I will bear them all for you! When I ascend to heaven, I will take you with me!"

"Master, you're holding me too tight... please be gentle... it hurts..."

Finally, the belated Sect Master couldn't stand it any longer and saved the young apprentice from Master's fatal palm strikes. "Master, my apprentice and the other disciples must have been exhausted from traveling all this time. Why don't we take them to rest first? We can discuss anything else later."

Taoist Wufeng then let go. After everyone had a short rest, that afternoon, the sect leader and Taoist Wufeng called these disciples who were suspected of being deceived by the Hehuan Sect to Yunyin Peak for questioning.

"So this is all a misunderstanding? Xuan Mo is definitely not with the female cultivators from the Hehuan Sect?" The Sect Master sat in his chair and repeatedly confirmed, fearing he had missed even the slightest clue. "Then what about the letter you sent earlier?"

"Brother, this is what happened." Xuan Mo knelt in front of all the disciples, lowering his head and looking a little guilty. "I happened to pass by the City That Never Sleeps while traveling, and it seems they are posting notices to recruit sword cultivators..."

Based on the stereotypes of the Sect Master and the Grand Elders about the Hehuan Sect, Ning Shu felt that it would definitely not work if Xuan Mo said right from the start that he had signed a lifetime performing contract with the Hehuan Sect. The more sincere Xuan Mo was, the more the Sect Master and the Grand Elders would think that he was deceived, and they would definitely not let him out again.

But the matter of the letter had to be explained, so Ning Shu used her intelligence and courage to compete with teachers and parents when she was in school, and helped Xuan Mo "explain" what happened at that time step by step.

"What? Your bag of spirit stones was stolen by a demon cultivator? So you applied to become a Wudan in the Hehuan Sect just to make money?" Taoist Wufeng was both angry and distressed. "Why didn't you come back to get your money back after it was stolen? Oh, you kid, why are you so stupid?"

Xuan Mo lowered his head, and even his voice was low: "Since I am already away from home, I should support myself. I don't want to cause Master and senior brothers to worry because of these trivial matters. And... and there is a shortage of spirit stones in the sect... I have wasted a lot of spirit stones in vain..." The voice became lower and lower, and gradually could not be heard.

Yes, the Qingfeng Sword Sect, which ranks first in combat power, is in financial trouble. Ning Shu only learned this from these sword cultivators when they were discussing countermeasures.

This kind of tension is certainly not the kind of tension that comes from not being able to eat or buy things, but as a large sect with many disciples, Qingfeng Sword Sect always has insufficient monthly working capital turnover.

As the saying goes, every inch has its strengths and weaknesses. The sword cultivators of the Qingfeng Sword Sect are several times stronger than other cultivators of the same realm. However, in contrast, most of the disciples are martial arts fanatics who are obsessed with swordsmanship every day. Their personalities and thinking patterns are relatively simple, and they have no talent for business. Their monthly income basically depends on natural resources such as minerals and spiritual fields under their control.

On the other hand, while other aspects of a sword cultivator might be fine, their beloved sword is incredibly valuable. If it breaks in battle, it needs repairing, right? To forge a natal spirit sword, wouldn't one also need to add rare treasures? And if faced with a powerful foe, one sword wouldn't be enough. Wouldn't a flying sword formation require at least seven? Wouldn't that require spirit stones?

As one side gained while the other lost, most sword cultivators lived a tight life. The profit that Qingfeng Sword Sect could save every month was pitifully small compared to that of other large sects.

Although Xuan Mo, as a disciple of the Supreme Elder, is not short of money, he is quite frugal in his daily life. He had spent most of his savings on the previous talent show. If he had not become an actor by accident, he might still be hunting monsters in some secret realm to supplement his family income.

What's wrong with being strong? Money can make a hero fall. As long as you are not ready to become a demon cultivator, you can only earn money honestly by yourself.

Therefore, Xuan Mo's reason was too reasonable. The Sect Master and the Supreme Elder believed his words without any doubt. The Sect Master sighed with a look of heartache:

"You silly kid, if you need money, why don't you go to the secret realm and hunt a few monsters and sell them? Why do you have to get involved with the Hehuan Sect? How much money can you make as an actor? Is it enough for food and living?"

How many immortal cultivators enjoy watching dramas? Why can't this kid think straight?

So Xuan Mo took off the five spirit stone bags hanging around his waist, opened one of them and poured out the high-quality spirit stones shining with golden light. Soon they piled up into a small hill, and the bag didn't deflate until it was more than half a person's height.

The golden light was so dazzling that it made people dizzy. This quaint and quiet house instantly became "magnificent".

"I probably earned five bags of high-quality spirit stones." Xuan Mo handed over the remaining four bags of spirit stones with an expression of admitting his mistake.

Weighing the heavy bag of spirit stones in his hand, the sect leader lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

【Author’s words】

Sovereign: What kind of actor makes so much money? Are you hiring? [Let me see]