Qingya frowned, somewhat confused—no, it should be said that he was somewhat reprimanded. He slowly stood up, patted his clothes, as if this would restore him to his former appearance.
He looked at Mo Yan very solemnly, first pinched his throat to clear his throat, and then spoke very solemnly.
“I’ve wanted to discuss this with you for a long time. Xianle Sect is our home. We are a sect, and we should share whatever resources we have.”
Many elders were unhappy to hear this.
"Qingya, stop talking nonsense. Our sect's motto is 'more work, more gain,' and 'effort.' We don't have anyone as shameless as you. You're clearly trying to get something for nothing, yet you keep giving yourself a bunch of high-sounding reasons. You talk like you're so noble, just deceiving yourself."
After finishing speaking to one of them, the elder looked directly at his disciples and said, "Listen up, you all have hands and feet. If you need something, you should work hard to get it yourself. If you want something for nothing, I will expel you all from the sect."
Our sect is indeed very united, but that's no excuse for wanting something for nothing.
The elder's words were a direct slap in the face to Qingya. It was impossible for him to force Moyan by speaking up for the sect.
“Your senior master is right. Cultivating immortality begins with cultivating the mind. I hope that each of you can cultivate your mind and not become a black-hearted bastard like some people.”
"Yes, Master!" came the deafening reply from their sect.
"What my niece Mo Yan has is what her parents worked so hard to save up. If anyone dares to ask for it, I'll be the first to object. Only those useless ingrates would rely on others to improve themselves. Only by enduring hardship can you strengthen your will and resist the tribulation lightning in the future, understand?"
"Yes, Master!" came another deafening reply from the mountain gate.
Not only was Qingya embarrassed, but Chengyue also wished he could disappear into a crack in the rock, because it was just too shameful.
"Qingya, if you continue to be so shameless, you might as well stop calling yourself my apprentice."
This apprentice's shamelessness keeps pushing the boundaries, leaving him speechless.
Is this really still the same refined and elegant ruler who is pure of heart and devoted to the Immortal Music Sect?
He seriously doubted whether he was blind, otherwise how could he have such a disciple?
"As you all have seen, this person is utterly shameless and disgusting to his niece."
"Niece Mo Yan, you'd better not worry about him. I came here to ask if it's true that you can help tutor him."
Mo Yan looked at her martial uncle, "Yes, martial uncle, it's true. It's not just golden core pills, but also all kinds of other pills. However, since we're just starting out, we'll just charge the cost price. You can process the materials for us, or you can buy them directly."
The only problem is that there's a queue for processing, and I need to rest, but buying directly would be much cheaper. My apprentices have managed to concoct some fasting pills and detoxification pills; would you like to try them? They're dirt cheap!
Mo Yan and the others didn't care about the trash at all. They were just watching a show, and once they had enough, they had to get down to business. Who has time to watch idiots all day long?
Before Qingya could even begin his long speech, he was treated as if he were invisible. At that moment, Qingya felt insulted.
"Of course, we don't need it, but many disciples do. Come on, how much is it?"
The others immediately went to ask Mo Yan about the pills, and even went to place orders and queue up.
They placed orders on each mountain, and Lao Mu was in charge of managing these matters.
The disciples were starting to panic. Could they really sell the pills they had made?
It wasn't until someone paid with spirit stones that they realized it was real!
They're able to make money now, they're able to make money!
Those spiritual plants all belong to their master. The master said that apart from the cost, all the profits would be theirs, and that as long as they could grow and collect the spiritual plants themselves, all the profits would be theirs.
They cried out, "Their master is so good! From now on, they must be filial to him!"
Everyone who saw them exclaimed, "Wow!" The pills all had a strong, pleasant aroma. They were clearly top-grade pills, which meant they were exceptionally good.
Of course they bought it, but the moment they put it in their mouths... their expressions turned strange.
"It's so bitter."
"It's so sour."
"What's so special about yours? Mine is sour, sweet, and spicy all at the same time."
"Mine is the real deal, it even has a bitter and spicy flavor. What did you put in yours?"
It works well, but the taste is really strange.
"Alright, alright, as long as the quality is good."
Their master scolded them, saying that as long as the quality was good, it didn't matter what it tasted like.
Disciples: "..."
After everyone had left, Qingya came over to look at Moyan.
"I'll pay for it, okay? I need some fasting pills."
Mo Yan's disciples glanced at him indifferently, "I wonder what Qingya-jun can use to buy it?"
Qingya: "..."
"If not, please leave. We are very busy, thank you."
They returned directly to the formation and went straight back to Mo Yan Palace.
Qingya tried to go in but was blocked by the barrier.
Qingya could only take Lengling back again. Qingya didn't need to eat, but Lengling did. So he could only help find food and then help cook.
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