Chapter 2 Finding the Misty Moon Money

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on her red lips that were opening and closing.

Then, looking at the slender, snow-white neck peeking out from under her clothes, her snow-white pupils shimmered with light, and her voice grew increasingly hoarse, "Later."

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

Great, should she boast about curing this person's morbid obsession with cleanliness?

It was four days later when the sun rose.

Jiang Xianwan rubbed her eyes, still not fully awake, when her waist was gently pulled.

She subconsciously turned her gaze to the side and met a pair of dark eyes that had returned to emptiness.

A slight tremor of the fingertips instantly brought me to my senses.

She forced a smile and said politely, "I should go."

The words came out hoarsely.

The man's fingers made a loose grasp, and the teacup flew steadily to her lips.

Jiang Xianwan didn't refuse and drank it down.

"good."

His voice was still hoarse as he casually placed the teacup on the low table by the bedside.

The arm that was supporting Jiang Xianwan's neck remained completely still throughout the entire ordeal.

Jiang Xianwan couldn't get up; a strand of her hair was held in the man's palm and gently rubbed.

There was clearly no trace of anything amiss about his aura...

Just as she thought of this, she hesitated, wondering whether she should sit up, get up, and leave.

Suddenly, a shadow fell unexpectedly.

Jiang Xianwan stared in astonishment at those emotionless black eyes, then, halfway up her body, she stumbled back onto the wide couch.

This is at a different price!

By the time she came out, the sun was already blindingly bright.

Jiang Xianwan, her legs trembling like noodles, leaned against a thick tree trunk, her head still throbbing, and it took her a long time to recover.

Although my body was full of spiritual energy, I still felt extremely uncomfortable.

He rubbed his lower back hard, turned around without looking back, summoned his longsword, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

All that remained was the half-open glass window, where long silver hair swayed gently in the breeze.

Jiang Xianwan headed straight for the top of Wuding Peak.

Yes, I only feel at ease when I have the money in my hands every month.

Fog Peak.

The young man wore a jade crown and a long black robe with intricate silver cloud patterns that shimmered like flowing water in the sunlight, exuding an imposing aura.

He sat on the bamboo mat as if he had no bones, his elbows propped on the table, his chin resting on his hand, showing no trace of the dignity a sect leader should have.

Wu Miao listlessly sized up the girl opposite her, who was clearly fresh from a bath, her hair still damp.

She covered her mouth and yawned, complaining, "They're getting later and later each time."

His legs were numb from sitting so long. He drank three pots of tea, ate a plate of pastries, and even drank a pot of wine.

The flowers have all withered from waiting.

Jiang Xianwan gave a perfunctory "hmm," then reached out without any hesitation, getting straight to the point: "Payment for prostitution."

Wu Miao's lips twitched, and her fingers slowly slipped into her sleeve.

After dawdling for a long time, and with the girl's eyelids twitching, he finally slowly slapped a mustard seed pouch on the table.

"I'm telling you, Zaozao, do you have to be in such a hurry every time?"

Could he possibly renege on his debt?

Upon hearing the name Zaozao, Jiang Xianwan couldn't help but shudder.

Yes, she was careful and told Wu Miao that her name was Jiang Zaozao.

Jiang Xianwan opened the mustard seed pouch and took a look. Finally, a genuine smile appeared on her lips.

"I'm so sorry, Sect Leader Wu, this is extremely urgent!"

She earned it through her own abilities, why shouldn't she take it?

Don't you need money to refine elixirs, buy talismans, paper, brushes, and ink?

Thinking about how my savings have shrunk drastically to buy all sorts of things, I feel a pang of pain.

Watching the girl skillfully and without hesitation swallow the pills from the sandalwood box on the table, Wu Miao leaned back slightly in frustration.

"How could I possibly shortchange you? Besides, your little savings are overflowing, aren't they? You need so much money, can you even spend it all?"

He had never seen such a money-loving girl; he always acted as if he was afraid of missing out on her.

After taking the money, they ran off as fast as they could.

Looking at that jade tree that never blooms, I never thought of anything else.

Clearly, the girl's awareness was terrifyingly strong; she treated money like her own father.

One thing that surprised Wu Miao was that the little girl had never tried to find out who that person was.

On the contrary, she was more afraid of others finding out, so she asked him for a human skin mask.

He always wore it whenever he moved around within the sect.

Aside from their first meeting, he never saw her face again.

But that's alright, it's a problem that can be solved by spending some money.

If feelings develop from sleeping together, it can be quite difficult to handle.

The fact that my junior uncle agreed was already a pleasant surprise.

If she has truly fallen in love, it will be a troublesome matter to deal with.

Given Junior Uncle's personality, regardless of whether there is any affection between them, as long as Jiang Xianwan nods, he will definitely take it seriously and be tied to her forever, even in death.

Wu Miao admitted that what he had done was immoral, but compared to his junior uncle, he would rather be struck by lightning.

Jiang Xianwan had no idea what he was thinking, nor was she interested in knowing.

He nodded perfunctorily, not even listening to his question, and turned to leave briskly, "Sect Leader Wu, I have other matters to attend to, goodbye."

Misty: "..."

Aside from spending about ten days a month at the Eternal Sect, she was practically invisible the rest of the time.

Because of her threat of suicide, she was neither accepted as a disciple of the Eternal Sect nor given any official status.

If it weren't for the snow-white token hanging from his waist that could activate a certain formation in the forbidden area and allow him to freely enter and exit that peak, Wu Miao would have thought that this person didn't exist at all.

I could only see her once a year when I collected the money she mentioned for prostitution. After taking the money, I would turn around and leave without any hesitation.

This prevented him from ever having the chance to gossip about her or learn more about her.

Jiang Xianwan left the Eternal Sect without stopping and immediately put away the jade pendant at his waist.

She stroked the spirit stone she had traded her body and her principles for, and as she thought of something, her expression became increasingly strange.

A month later, the Eternal Sect's New Life Ceremony will take place, which will also be the time for the female protagonist to join the Eternal Sect.

And this female protagonist is also a furnace!

Heavenly Yin Sacred Body, Heavenly Grade Water Spirit Root.

Jiang Xianwan is a costumed character; she is not a person in the book.

She accidentally clicked on a book, quickly read more than ten chapters, and could roughly understand the main content from the comments.

That book is told from the female protagonist's perspective.

Aside from knowing that Wu Miao would fall at the feet of the female lead, the other seventeen men in the beauty encyclopedia were not entirely aware of her.

Following the typical transmigration trope, since she has come to this world and shares a similar cauldron physique with the female lead, there must be some connection between them.

Moreover, why did she arrive at the Eternal Sect by some twist of fate before the female protagonist became her disciple?

What will happen if we stay any longer?

Jiang Xianwan couldn't help but think more deeply.

According to the usual pattern.

She should just be cannon fodder who doesn't survive more than three episodes, a stepping stone for the female lead's ascension.

She's not here to be a stepping stone, and she doesn't need any melodramatic plot twists.

Besides, she has already sold herself out for a year.

He deliberately gave Wu Miao the personality of a good-for-nothing who was content with the status quo and only knew how to eat, drink and enjoy himself.

Jiang Xianwan didn't want to continue like this any longer.

Even if the man she cultivated with was of the highest status and most devastatingly beautiful, she was tired of this life of selling herself, being summoned and dismissed at will.