“You were a Mahayana practitioner before, and I stopped you.”
"Now that you have transcended the tribulation, I have no reason to stop you."
"I hope you will be careful in everything you do and not act impulsively. We will arrive in a few days."
"But before that, let's go together to find Sect Master Yan and ask about the Ghost Control Technique of Wutong Mountain."
Listening to the conversation just now, Lord Yanshan knew more than they did.
But Lord Yan was too busy; he had just been entangled with people from other forces.
She had no choice but to suppress her doubts and decided to go with her companions to find Lord Yanshan again.
Song Siyao smiled subtly, "When the eldest senior brother was imprisoned in the White Mist Cellar, he couldn't get close to Master at all."
According to her, her master was just too good at playing both sides, and everyone felt that they had an exceptionally close relationship with the Wenjian Sect.
Naturally, he also felt that he should discuss important matters with Lord Yanshan.
Song Tingwan covered her mouth in surprise, "I didn't realize before that Sect Leader Yan was so busy."
The elders of the Sword Inquiry Sect were all rather impolite to Sect Master Yan.
They will certainly not be like the leaders of these forces.
"Several of them were Sect Leader Yan's friends from his youth. Besides official business, they probably had other things to say when they bothered him..."
For example, collecting debts.
Shen Zhuochuan forcibly suppressed his lips, clenching his fist to block his mouth.
Qin Xi was about to speak when Shen Zhuochuan beat him to it, then burst into laughter and finished the sentence for him.
"When Sect Master Yan was young, he had many friends and was a prominent figure at the time, a prodigy and the young master of swordsmanship."
"But his sword is an ancient artifact, and it's not easy to nurture. In order to coax the sword and cultivate a tacit understanding with it, he borrowed all his friends to buy top-quality sword oil for his precious natal sword."
So when his friends saw him, they would either demand money back or insult him.
Unfortunately, everyone here is now a top-notch senior figure, maintaining an unfathomable demeanor and keeping their swear words extremely low.
"Give me back the money, Lord Yanshan."
"No money, keep owing."
"Didn't you recently acquire a lot of high-grade pills? Give me two, and we'll call it even."
"You wish! If I give you two, you'll owe me tens of thousands of top-grade spirit stones."
"..."
Such as these.
Song Tingwan and the others laughed non-stop.
Song Siyao and Wan Qiji were both completely bewildered.
"I thought Master was just really busy."
"Hahaha, Sect Leader Yan is so fun in private!" Baili Xijiang slapped his thigh and laughed.
Song Tingwan also suppressed a laugh, "If I had known he was suffering so much, I would have gone up and asked him about the ghost-controlling technique."
Wu Ling, filled with intense hatred and urgency, was relieved by this gossip.
"Sect Master Yan is truly the poorest sword cultivator I have ever seen."
A hundred years ago, when he went to find Lord Yanshan for Wan'er, the scene was indeed awkward in retrospect.
It's something I'm embarrassed to think about.
But at that time he had only recently emerged from the unconscious state of ghost cultivation, so he was unaware of the awkwardness and had no particular emotions.
But looking back now, Yan Shanjun's house was also exceptionally simple.
This is truly unbecoming of someone of the Sword Inquiry Sect Master's status.
"Or, Ah Yao, why don't you go and send your master some more things?"
It's heartbreaking to see.
Song Tingwan kindly spoke up.
Song Siyao took a serious look and wrote this down.
Her master had given her many good things, but she never imagined that her master, who had accumulated so many good things, would be so short of spirit stones.
Another day, I'll find an excuse to send her master more top-grade spirit stones.
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