The man who was fiercely protecting his wife just a second ago wilted instantly upon hearing that he was about to depart for Beijing.

He smiled, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. "I'm not going to reply. If you want to reply, go ahead and do it yourself. Otherwise, my partner won't even give you any basic spirit liquid, leaving you with nothing to eat."

Zhao Liben's somewhat dejected old face flushed red with anger.

With a light pinch of his knuckles, the arrogant Gong suddenly became unable to move. His expression turned serious. "Go back now, or tonight?"

"If you don't say anything, then we'll consider this as a departure."

Seeing the pleading look in the students' eyes, Zhao Li snorted coldly and left with his hands behind his back.

He wanted the high-grade spiritual liquid in Ruan Xianxian's possession, which was similar to the healing liquid that could revive the dead and restore flesh to bones. He was willing to pay any price, but that would never include putting his disciple's wife in danger.

With the forbidden technique lifted, Gong Ye breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly hugged his little fairy back into his arms. Ruan Xianxian tilted her chin up, thinking to herself that this master and disciple pair was quite interesting.

"I'm not going back. If you want to go back, go back yourself. Otherwise, my partner won't even give me any beginner-level spirit liquid." At first glance, this sentence doesn't seem like anything special, just like a playful argument between a master and disciple.

Listening closely, wasn't Miyano trying to prove to her that he was far more important to her teacher than that elixir, so she wouldn't have to worry about being coveted by Zhao Li because of her exposed abilities?

A person who is willing to bow down and admit their mistakes for the sake of students may be suspected of playing the victim.

She explained it cautiously and indirectly, afraid of speaking up for others and causing misunderstandings or making herself unhappy.

This master and apprentice duo... are really interesting.

Thinking that the true Taoist lineage had almost been severed in later generations, and that there were charlatans everywhere, Ruan Xianxian stopped Zhao Li with a half-smile.

"Old Zhao, you can also ask your old friends what they would be willing to give up for a chance to receive treatment."

I can't guarantee that the millennium-old elixir will work on their injuries. If we obtain some rare and precious treasure, and my abilities improve further, perhaps I can condense a few more drops of the elixir."

This means he agreed to the deal, on the condition that he would exchange it for something better.

Thinking of his old friends who were in seclusion waiting to die, Zhao Li suddenly stopped in his tracks. Before joy could even creep into his eyes, he paused again.

He turned around with a lot of hesitation, his face showing a hint of childlike ingratiation.

"Girl, it's not that we're unwilling to exchange good things. The so-called rare and precious materials left behind by our sect were taken by the Daoist sect to prolong the lives of the wounded after that great battle."

"How about I go deep into the Changbai Mountains and look for it for you?"

Miyano threatened with her eyes: That's enough, don't be so ungrateful after getting the benefit!

Zhao Liquan pretended not to see it and continued to maintain his enthusiastic expression. Ruan Xianxian pulled her small hand away from Gong Ye's play and rested her chin on one hand.

"If you don't have rare and precious materials, surely you have ancient prescriptions, secret manuals, gold and silver treasures, and unique, timeless classics!"

Another point is that I need you to figure out where the spiritual water comes from; I don't want to expose myself.

Ancient formulas and secret manuals, rare and unique books, do not involve the core inheritance of Taoism, which Zhao Li can agree to on the spot. As for gold and silver jewelry, they are nothing in his eyes.

While feeling happy, they couldn't help but feel sad. How could it be that they, who were cultivators who used blood as their bones and were even willing to give up their lives to build a prosperous nation, would be doubted to this extent?

I wouldn't say I was angry, but I couldn't help feeling sad inside.

"Alright! I will take full responsibility for the source of the spiritual liquid. Girl, put your mind at ease and I will never let any information about you leak out."

When you go home tonight, your information will be added to the secret file, and from then on, no one will know that you forced your whole family to drink urine.

She truly didn't suffer any loss. Even after being stabbed, Ruan Xianxian wasn't angry. She believed that every drop of blood shed in the clash between Taoism and Yin-Yang Masters came from the heart.

But as time goes by, after the passion fades and one has tasted the bitterness of slowly waiting to die, how much of one's true self remains?

She never hesitated to assume the worst about others, and she knew how terrifying a dying person's obsession with grasping at that last glimmer of hope could be.

She didn't want to, and was even less willing to, gamble with people's hearts.

It was because God gave her a chance to make up for her life that she was willing to give others a chance as well.

If Zhao Li fails to seize this opportunity, she wouldn't mind helping them completely sever their lineage.

"Hey, you little rascal! I snatched two ounces of Da Hong Pao from someone else."

I was planning to have a drink with your father, but now I feel he's not good enough for me. You and Xiao Ruan can keep it for yourselves.

As soon as he finished speaking, a paper packet of tea splattered onto the table. Zhao Li ran off, the conference room door closed again, and Gong Ye turned his head to the side.

"I've dragged you into this."

"Damaged me? I wouldn't say that. I didn't want to be exposed, so who could force me? I was planning to use this ability to gain some benefits anyway."

I only hope the elixir is used where it's meant to be, and not becomes a tool for some people to climb the social ladder. If it inevitably becomes that tool, I hope it's you who succeeds.

Miyano's eyes softened, and she lowered her head, asking softly, "Will condensing that kind of spiritual liquid harm your body?"

Ruan Xianxian shook her head, then felt that it would be too fake for her superhuman abilities not to be put into something.

The key point is that she's the kind of person who will definitely leave her name if she does a good deed.

"It's not exactly damage, but every time I use that ability, I get extremely hungry, and the condensed millennium-old spiritual liquid makes me weak for a while."

Miyano felt a pang of tenderness and pulled the person into her arms, saying, "We won't make the exchange."

He waved his hand, and a moment later a bankbook and a letter flew in through the crack in the door. Without even looking at them, Miyano handed them to the little fairy.

Holding her close, he gently kissed the top of her head.

"Don't you want to buy a house? This savings account contains my salary from many years of savings. I've been saving it for you, just waiting for the day I could openly and honestly hand it over to you."

In addition, the letter also indicated the locations where I had hidden gold and silver: antiques and paintings, gold and silver jewelry, and several boxes of large sums of money. You can take what you need.

All of these were obtained legitimately during his missions.

As a special department, they don't enforce military discipline, and Miyano has no qualms about it.

Leaning against her boyfriend, Ruan Xianxian opened her bankbook first. The amount wasn't particularly large, but it was definitely not small either—70,000 yuan!

Her eyes sparkled: "Miyano, are the benefits in the special department really that good?"

With an average annual salary of 20,000 to 30,000, being able to save 70,000 in a few years means that one's annual salary could be several thousand, or even tens of thousands.

Miyano: "The salary wasn't very high; most of it was bonuses."

"Old Gong is awesome." Ruan Xianxian turned around and gave him a kiss, a soft kiss that made a sound, and the man's eyes immediately changed.

She fiddled with the savings book without any hesitation, saying, "I'll use this to buy a house!"

Having decided on her partner, Ruan Xianxian was not polite at all. Her partner was only for sleeping with and for earning money to support the family. Otherwise, what was the difference between getting married and committing suicide early?

She snuggled back into her partner's arms, opened the envelope, and was nearly speechless at the first line of text.

"Ten boxes of gold bars, buried beneath the ancestral graves of the Feng family."

She clicked her tongue and chuckled a few times.

"Putting aside the custom of burying family assets in ancestral graves, if I really go and dig it up, will the coffin lid of the Feng family's ancestor still be able to hold it down?"

Miyano didn't pay much attention to the label.

"How can that be called digging up a grave? It's clearly a granddaughter-in-law meeting her ancestors. Even if the coffin lid can't hold it down, it's still the ancestors celebrating."