"cost?"
Tu Nian blinked in confusion, and Jin Nanfeng and Chu Qiurong also put down the books in their hands and turned their eyes over in confusion.
This kind of thing can be considered a secret in the world of immortal cultivation. Apart from Nie Yanchen, the gossipy guy, even the other sect leaders may not know about it.
Nie Yanchen immediately laughed and scolded them, "Look, I usually want to teach you some new things, but you always complain that I'm too long-winded. Now, when it comes to practical matters, look at how ignorant you are."
Tu Nian glanced at his two senior brothers who were feeling very uneasy, and chuckled to himself.
It seems that before she joined the sect, these two senior brothers must have suffered many years of abuse. Nie Yanchen's words sounded high-sounding, but in fact, they were just the gossips of an old lady.
Nie Yanchen straightened his body and said with the airs of a master, "Then today I will tell you about the Misty Rain Pavilion."
The three curious babies immediately looked sideways with focused expressions.
Clearing his throat, Nie Yanchen began the conversation with his favorite question-and-answer format. "Everyone knows that Yanyu possesses the most timely and accurate information in the entire world of immortal cultivation. But have you ever thought about where Yanyu's information channels come from?"
Chu Qiurong didn't have time to think about it and said, "Let's not talk about the normal Yunyou inquiries. Yanyu is doing this assassination business, so there must be a lot of dead people."
Tu Nian deeply agreed.
In fact, it's not just the mist and rain. The dungeons of Yuqing and the endless towers of Bihai not only served as imprisonment but also served as powerful tools for torturing and interrogating prisoners. Even a simple line of text on a classic text bears the weight of countless blood and tears.
"There is also a secret assassin." Jin Nanfeng added.
These days, there are many secret assassinations between sects. Just look at what happened to Lin Qingqing and Ding Rong a while ago to get some ideas.
The secrets of prying words out of a dead person's mouth and stabbings were all small tricks that were easy to guess. Nie Yanchen was not surprised that several disciples could guess this. He smiled and nodded, "Anything else?"
"What else?" The three of them were surprised and fell into deep thought for a moment.
Tu Nian thought for a while, wondering if Yanyu's business could be exchanged for life with information. She never expected that she was right this time.
Seeing that none of his disciples spoke, Nie Yanchen slowly announced the answer, "In addition to using money, the most common way for Yanyu to buy his life is to use a secret that no one knows."
"Is that really the case?" Tu Nian asked in surprise.
"Otherwise, how could those without money or treasures come to Yanyu? From the biggest sect secrets to the smallest neighborhood disputes, the value of a secret determines the worth of a human life."
Nie Yanchen smiled calmly, "Yanyu is only interested in profit, so she naturally knows how to make money. If she can exchange a life worth nothing for a secret worth a thousand gold, why wouldn't Yanyu do such a good thing?"
"Too cruel." Chu Qiurong sighed, and Tu Nian felt the same way.
As expected, none of those who can be ranked among the three sects and seven schools are easy to deal with. They either commit murder or use thundering tactics.
"So," Nie Yanchen said, "Yanyu can trade information. Other things that are invisible and intangible, or what I call 'price', can be used as bargaining chips in trading with Yanyu."
"for example?"
Tu Nian felt that it was necessary to ask all these small details clearly before she went to find Xu Chi, so that even if she could not get the answer she wanted from Xu Chi personally, she could consider doing business with Yanyu Pavilion later.
"That's a lot."
Nie Yanchen put the book he had read back into the pile and counted on his fingers, "For example, interpersonal relationships, identities, voices and appearances, etc., there is nothing they can't want, except what you can't think of."
His words left the three of them stunned. Chu Qiurong asked in surprise, "Can these things still be traded?"
Nie Yanchen shrugged. "Why can't we trade? Where do you think the secret spear Nan Feng mentioned just now came from? Those were all sold by disciples from various sects at Misty Rain Pavilion. After they sold their status as disciples, the Misty Rain Pavilion would replace them with people with similar spiritual roots and cultivation levels, swapping faces and voices with them, and taking their place openly."
“I’ll go…”
Tu Nian couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. Isn't this a complete immortal version of Painted Skin?
Nie Yanchen smacked his lips and continued, "Take our sect for example. Even though we were in decline before, we never allowed any spies of unknown origin into the sect. Let alone other sects. Spies can ruin a sect, so all the major sects are cautious when recruiting disciples. Yanyu's move is simply impossible to guard against."
Having said that, Tu Nian and the other two did not ask any further questions, and Nie Yanchen also stopped talking. The four masters and apprentices silently buried their heads in the book.
In fact, it’s not that Nie Yanchen doesn’t want to talk about it, but Yanyu’s business is so diverse that if he really wants to talk about it in detail, he may not be able to finish it in just a day or two.
After a long while, Chu Qiurong, who was flipping through the book, suddenly spoke again: "Speaking of which, Master, these things about the Misty Rain Pavilion are so secretive, how did you know about them?"
Tu Nian glanced at Nie Yanchen from the corner of his eye. He paused almost imperceptibly, then lowered his eyes and said with a casual smile, "I just learned a little bit about it from a friend before."
Seeing that he didn't want to talk, Chu Qiurong didn't ask any more questions. She shrugged her shoulders and buried her head in the book.
After flipping through the collection of books covered in snow, Tu Nian realized that Nie Yanchen was not exaggerating. The historical heritage of his own sect was indeed rich enough, but it was just piled up here and there. If it were scattered, it would seem small. Now that they were gathered together, they occupied more than three rooms in the main peak tower.
After a day of hard work by the four masters and apprentices, Jin Nanfeng was the first to finish the battle. "I've already read all the books here."
"Me too." Chu Qiurong followed closely behind.
Not long after, Nie Yanchen put down the last scroll in his hand, a look of helplessness on his face. "Even if it's something you can't see, I've looked at it too. I don't see any race that matches Xiao Si's description of having yellow-brown eyes and a sturdy build."
Unfortunately, Tushan's bloodline did not work this time. Tu Nian leaned back in his chair and shook his head wearily.
Among the four of them, she is the worst at reading. After a day of intensive reading, she is really exhausted.
Chu Qiurong gathered the scattered books together and said, "It seems these people are indeed a secret organization."
"There are so many secret societies out there."
Nie Yanchen glared at him, then turned to Tu Nian and said, "They can't be found in the collection of books, which means those people are nothing to be feared. They're probably just some random people messing around, and you, my disciple, just happened to run into them."
What kind of people from all walks of life could possibly have the ability to venture into Vaud?
Knowing that Nie Yanchen was trying to comfort him, Tu Nian lowered his eyes and smiled bitterly, "I hope so."
"Knock knock."
There was a knock on the door, and Shi Yan's voice came from outside, "Master, the third princess of the demon clan is here to visit."
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