Su Wenqian’s face had turned green by now. It wasn’t that he couldn’t afford the immortal spirit stones, but this was just too damn humiliating.
And… this was over three million, and they were mid-grade immortal spirit stones! How long would it take him to save up that much?
“Wait a minute!”
“Even if it’s takeout, it shouldn’t cost this much, right?”
“Our meal just now wouldn’t even have cost 500,000 mid-grade immortal spirit stones.”
“How much did it actually pack?” Su Wenqian asked with a frown.
“A lot.”
“It nearly emptied out the entire stock.”
What?
Holy shit!
This damn dog was really acting like a dog—emptying the stock?
Did it really take him for a fool?
In utter despair, Su Wenqian tearfully handed over 3.2 million mid-grade immortal spirit stones.
From that moment on, he felt like he was pretty much done with high-end spending. As for when he’d be able to regain his former glory, it would probably take a very, very long time.
“Big bro, it’s all here.”
“How is it?”
“Not bad, right?”
When Chen Chang’an returned, Da Huang (Big Yellow) handed over everything it had packed.
Chen Chang’an glanced at it and nodded approvingly. “Not bad. It’s a bit on the low side, but it’ll do.”
“Brother-in-law, what are you two talking about?” Mu Yunhai looked at Chen Chang’an in confusion.
“Nothing much. Da Huang just packed some leftovers from the restaurant before we left.”
“It’s not much—just around a couple million mid-grade immortal spirit stones’ worth.”
“For Su Wenqian, that shouldn’t be a big deal,” Chen Chang’an said with a smile.
What?
A couple million mid-grade immortal spirit stones?
And that’s not a big deal?
Sure, Su Wenqian was from the Su Family, but he wasn’t the patriarch. How could he possibly have that many immortal spirit stones on hand?
This time, Su Wenqian must have bled dry.
“Brother-in-law, even though we’re both part of the Nine Great Immortal Clans, I think Su Wenqian might’ve really hit rock bottom this time,” Mu Yunhai said with a bitter smile.
“He’s that poor?”
Chen Chang’an was also a little surprised. Just a few million mid-grade immortal spirit stones—as one of the Su Family’s peerless geniuses, he shouldn’t be that strapped for cash, right?
Surely he had at least tens of millions, if not hundreds of millions?
This didn’t add up.
Back then, even Mu Yunyao had left Chen Chang’an with more than this amount. How could this be?
Seeing the confusion in Chen Chang’an’s eyes, Mu Yunhai sighed and explained, “Brother-in-law, even for someone like Su Wenqian, the amount of immortal spirit stones he can get from his family each year is substantial, but there’s still a limit.”
“Plus, he has to find ways to earn more outside.”
“But immortal spirit stones aren’t just for spending—they’re also for cultivation.”
“Most people prioritize cultivation first, and only use the leftovers for leisure.”
“So I’m guessing Su Wenqian probably only had a few million mid-grade immortal spirit stones left at most.”
“This time, he probably spent half—maybe even more than half—of what he had.”
This was something Chen Chang’an hadn’t considered. Who knew these guys were so broke?
“Sigh.”
“I guess I put him in a tough spot,” Chen Chang’an said with a sigh.
“Brother-in-law, are you planning to return the immortal spirit stones to him?” Mu Yunhai asked curiously.
“Return?”
“Why would I return anything?”
“Do I owe him immortal spirit stones?”
“I made him treat us fair and square—why should I give them back?”
Holy shit!
That logic was actually airtight!
“Only you could pull this off, brother-in-law.”
“How did you even manage it?” Mu Yunhai asked, full of curiosity.
How did he do it?
Was… was it really that hard?
Just be shameless, that’s all.
“Alright, everyone else has left. Why are you still following me?”
“Let me make this clear—I don’t babysit,” Chen Chang’an said with a frown.
Not babysit?
Mu Yunhai pointed at Little Qiu Yin, who was grinning foolishly nearby. “Then what about him?”
“He’s not a kid.”
“And he’s not human.”
Not a kid?
Not human?
Then what the hell is he?
Mu Yunhai studied Little Qiu Yin closely. No matter how he looked at it, the boy seemed human.
“What the hell are you staring at?”
“Never seen a handsome guy before?” Little Qiu Yin shot Mu Yunhai a disdainful look.
“Holy shit!”
“Where exactly are you handsome?”
“I, Mu Yunhai, might not be as good-looking as my brother-in-law, but I’m still a heartthrob adored by countless young ladies, alright?”
“You little brat, how dare you talk big like that?”
“You’re tiny as a bean, and you call yourself handsome?”
“Pfft.”
Mu Yunhai wasn’t about to let some snot-nosed kid disrespect him. He fired back without hesitation.
Chen Chang’an ignored the bickering between Mu Yunhai and Little Qiu Yin, instead focusing on what to do next.
Back then, Chen Tian had told him not to leave Liuyun Domain until he reached the peak of the Heavenly Immortal Realm. Chen Chang’an hadn’t forgotten that.
But he couldn’t figure out—what did his cultivation level have to do with whether he left or not?
With a body like his, was there really anyone who could threaten his life?
Could it be that bastard Chen Tian had just been messing with him?
Given how shameless Chen Tian was, that was entirely possible.
Either way, improving his cultivation wouldn’t hurt.
“Are you two done yet?”
Chen Chang’an had been lost in thought for a while, but Mu Yunhai and Little Qiu Yin were still arguing.
This Mu Yunhai… why was he acting like a child?
“Brother-in-law, settle this for us—who’s more handsome?”
“Godfather, you have to stand up for me! Am I not handsome?”
“Pfft, he’s my brother-in-law—by blood!”
“Screw you, he’s my godfather—also by blood!”
Chen Chang’an rubbed his temples in exasperation. So damn noisy!
“Enough.”
“In front of me, neither of you even deserves to mention the word ‘handsome.’”
“Go do something useful.”
“Ugly people just love making trouble.”
Chen Chang’an’s words left Mu Yunhai and Little Qiu Yin stunned.
Ugly people making trouble?
What kind of nonsense was that?
Sure, they might not be as good-looking as him, but they weren’t ugly, right?
“Jealousy!”
“Brother-in-law is just jealous of my looks.”
“Exactly! Godfather must be jealous of my natural beauty.”
“Can you even use ‘natural beauty’ to describe a man?”
“Why not?”
“Dunno, but we’re definitely not ugly.”
“Yeah, not ugly at all.”
With Chen Chang’an as their common enemy, Mu Yunhai and Little Qiu Yin successfully buried the hatchet and united against him.
“Big bro, you’re amazing.”
“Just a few words, and you got them to make up and team up against you?” Da Huang looked at Chen Chang’an with admiration.
“Piece of cake.”
“That’s what wisdom looks like.”
“You wouldn’t understand.”
Holy shit!
If you’re gonna show off, why drag me into it?
Da Huang shot Chen Chang’an a resentful look. It shouldn’t have come over to butter him up—now it had ended up as collateral damage.
What did it even do to deserve this?
“We’re about to leave.”
“Tell me—before we go…”
“Is there any chance we can squeeze out one last profit?”
Hearing this, Da Huang froze. Another profit?
Hadn’t they already milked Liuyun Domain dry? At this point, they might as well pluck the feathers off a goose.
“Big bro, let’s not push it.”
“Otherwise, Liuyun Domain might really go broke.”
"You alone have eaten the entire Flowing Cloud Domain into poverty!"
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