Yi Feng originally wanted to refuse, but he had to gracefully accept in the face of Yong Xiongsheng's sincerity. It seemed that the Baofeng Chamber of Commerce really intended to develop in this direction!
After leaving the Baofeng Chamber of Commerce, Yi Feng finally returned to the martial arts hall. His whole body felt much more relaxed.
With the full support of the Baofeng Chamber of Commerce, he believed he could really make some money and no longer had to worry about this anymore.
At the same time, Luo Lanxue and Yin Luoli also returned to Qingshan Sect and promptly reported the matter to the Qingshan Patriarch.
"Not bad, well done," the Qingshan Patriarch said with a delighted expression on his face, "Now it seems our relationship with Senior is getting better and better. It's just a pity that Senior lent me the magic sword, yet I failed to slay Xuanwu with it."
"That's right!" Luo Lanxue also sighed slightly, but still asked in puzzlement, "Master, when you wielded the magic sword to pursue Xuanwu Patriarch Wan Yuli, it seemed he would have been slain by you no matter what, so how did he..."
"Alas, our intelligence on Xuanwu was still wrong before!"
The Qingshan Patriarch sighed, "It was only when we truly fought that I realized he had stepped into the Martial King realm for over thirty years. Along with my insufficient strength, I was unable to fully control the magic sword, which allowed him to escape a calamity!"
"I see..."
Luo Lanxue nodded in understanding, with lingering fear on her face. If not for Master Yi's magic sword, she would have lost her Master that day at Fengyu Terrace.
"By the way Xue'er, you personally handed over all the spirit fruits to Senior right?" As if recalling something, the Qingshan Patriarch hurriedly asked.
"I handed over all eight of them to Senior," Luo Lanxue respectfully replied.
"Good good." The Qingshan Patriarch nodded his head and waved his palm, taking out a jade box as he continued, "Xue'er, there is still one spirit fruit here. Take it and share it with Luoli."
"Ah, Master, how could I, the spirit fruits only appear nine every millennium, they are so precious, you should enjoy it yourself!" Luo Lanxue quickly declined.
"It's fine, your master was fortunate enough to taste a slice with your grandmaster a thousand years ago. I originally intended to give all nine to Senior Yi, but I thought of you two and specifically set this one aside for you." The Qingshan Patriarch said with a smile.
"Master..." There were tears in Luo Lanxue's eyes.
"Go on, your master still needs to go into seclusion. Come with me again to visit Senior after I emerge." Having said that, the Qingshan Patriarch closed his eyes.
"Yes, your disciple takes her leave." Luo Lanxue respectfully retreated with the jade box held in both hands.
Time passed silently.
It was already deep autumn.
Under the full operation of the Baofeng Chamber of Commerce, Yi Feng's writings had been successfully published.
Martial Arts Hall.
Yi Feng sat at the edge of the bed with his palm on Zhong Qing's forehead.
"Master, I'm fine," Zhong Qing opened his eyes and said, "You go rest, I'll lie down for a bit and feel better then go cook."
"Still say you're fine?" Yi Feng's expression sank as he softly scolded, "Look at the state you're in with such a high fever. And see how swollen your hands and feet are. Stay in bed and don't go anywhere."
Yi Feng seldom got angry, causing Zhong Qing to silently shut his mouth.
Seeing this, Yi Feng softly sighed.
He could only blame himself for not paying enough attention to Zhong Qing. The boy had been practicing his fists all day, causing muscle strain. His hands and feet were badly swollen. Along with catching a cold, he was haggard beyond recognition.
After covering Zhong Qing with a quilt, Yi Feng walked anxiously to the front hall. He shouldered a bamboo basket, intending to gather some medicine for Zhong Qing in the rear mountain of Pingjiang City.
Although they hadn't known each other long and Zhong Qing even added some financial burden, the boy had taken care of all the chores, big and small, since his arrival.
In his heart, this boy was already part of his family.
Before leaving, Yi Feng left orders for the attendant across the street to look after Zhong Qing. After all, he didn't know how many days he would be away for. Then he took a sickle and entered the mountains.
As the saying goes, looking at the mountains makes the horses die of exhaustion. It took a full three days before Yi Feng reached the foot of the mountain.
Fortunately, there weren't many ferocious beasts in the mountains. He could usually fill his stomach with wild fruits and rabbits. The mountain spring water quenched his thirst. While gathering medicine, although tiring, the unique and wonderful scenery in the mountains was an invaluable visual feast.
In the days Yi Feng spent in the mountains, Pingjiang City was swept up in a frenzy of chasing his book.
A book titled "The Supreme Treasure and the Purple Cloud Immortal" appeared out of thin air.
The love, hate and twists of fate between the main characters resonated with countless people, so the first print of the book was instantly sold out.
This was the case not just for ordinary people, but most of the female disciples of Qingshan Sect were holding a copy.
"The master's books are indeed well-written. Only someone like him could write such books!"
Luo Lanxue sat crossed-legged atop Qingshan Sect, clouds swirling around her. Her beautiful figure appeared and disappeared in the distance, as lovely as a heavenly fairy.
In just two days, Luo Lanxue had finished reading the book once. When she closed the book, not knowing whether it was reluctance to part with the story or characters, tears filled her beautiful eyes.
"Xue'er."
At this moment, a figure landed next to Luo Lanxue. He radiated an imposing aura, standing with hands clasped behind his back looking at Luo Lanxue.
"Greetings, Eldest Senior Brother."
The person was Qingshan Sect's Zhu Yun. Luo Lanxue stood up and paid her respects.
"Xue'er, why has the Sect been so negligent recently? I don't see any disciples practicing in the drill grounds," Zhu Yun had just emerged from seclusion and found Qingshan Sect uncharacteristically quiet, completely lacking its usual vibrant scene. As the Sect Leader, he naturally did not wish to see this and spoke with traces of anger.
Hearing this, Luo Lanxue gave a wry laugh before replying, "I'm afraid this is related to Master Yi's book."
"Master Yi's book?"
Zhu Yun was shocked and stretched out his hand, "Do you have it?"
Luo Lanxue held out her jade hand.
Zhu Yun received the book and held it solemnly, asking, "This is really written by Master Yi?"
Luo Lanxue nodded solemnly.
Zhu Yun excitedly sucked in a breath, his feet sweeping over the sky as he instantly reached the horizon.
"Eldest Senior Brother, you..." Luo Lanxue called out.
"I'll go into seclusion for two days. Help me handle sect affairs, we'll discuss things afterwards." Zhu Yun's voice transmitted from the sky.
Luo Lanxue was taken aback.
"Eldest Senior Brother, didn't you just emerge from seclusion?"
But the sky...
Remained silent.
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