16: Chapter 16 The Remnant Soul Fairy Was Filled to the Bounty

"Revered Master, aren't we returning to the Holy Land?" Su Qiyue looked up, her small face filled with curiosity.

Lu Chen did not answer directly.

Taking the two girls with him, his figure flickered, and they landed silently in a corner of the city's most bustling street, without drawing anyone's attention.

He pulled a bulging cloth bag from his sleeve and casually tossed it to Su Qiyue.

The bag felt heavy in her hand. Upon opening it, she saw it was filled with glittering Spirit Stones.

"Go play."

Lu Chen let out a lazy yawn and pointed toward the lively street.

"Buy whatever you want, eat whatever you want."

"Today, all expenses are on Young Master Lu."

The Su Sisters were both stunned.

Especially Su Xuner; having been born into the Everlasting Su Family, what kind of treasures had she not seen?

But she had never seen anyone give an entire bag of Spirit Stones to two maidservants just to spend in a Mortal city.

This wasn't just extravagance anymore; it was practically throwing gold away like common stones.

A single Low-Grade Spirit Stone was enough for a Mortal family to live in luxury for a lifetime.

This bag could probably buy half the city.

"Revered Master, this..." Su Xuner felt this was too absurd.

"Take it, Sister!" Su Qiyue didn't care about all that. She excitedly grabbed her sister's hand, her eyes already locked onto a nearby stall selling Candied Haws.

"Revered Master told us to play, so let's play!"

Seeing her sister's carefree and gluttonous look, Su Xuner ultimately said nothing more and silently followed.

Watching the two young girls run into the crowd while chattering away, Lu Chen nodded in satisfaction.

Mhm, peace and quiet at last.

He turned and entered a nearby antique-style teahouse, sat down by the window, and ordered a pot of the most common coarse tea.

The teahouse was noisy, and the Storyteller's Gavel struck with sharp cracks.

Lu Chen paid no mind to it. He spread his palm, and the simple, ancient ring he had taken from Su Chen lay quietly in his hand.

He pinched the ring between his fingertips and held it up against the sunlight.

It was pitch black and looked quite poor.

"Little thing, still playing dead with me?"

A wicked smile appeared at the corners of Lu Chen's mouth.

"Acting like a sleeping beauty, are we?"

"Fine, I'll give you a hand."

In the next moment, he mobilized a sliver of Great Emperor-level Spiritual Qi, which surged unceremoniously into the ring like a bursting flood!

He didn't control the amount—or rather, he had no intention of controlling it at all.

To the tiny independent space inside the ring, that extremely pure Emperor-level Qi was no different from a category twelve hurricane!

Hum—

The surface of the ring began to grow slightly warm and vibrated subtly.

Inside the ring.

Yan Lingji, who had been curled up in a deep slumber, suddenly felt like her home was being demolished!

An indescribable, terrifying energy crudely washed over her fragile Soul body, startling her awake from her sleep.

She felt as if she had been thrown into a high-speed washing machine—the kind filled with boiling water and steel wool.

Dizzy and disoriented, her Soul body was nearly stuffed full by the influx.

"Ah—"

She let out a silent scream on the Soul level, but unfortunately, those outside could not hear her at all.

In the teahouse.

Lu Chen leisurely sipped his coarse tea, still fiddling with the increasingly hot ring in his hand as if he were rolling walnuts.

Just then, the Storyteller on the stage struck his Gavel, his voice rising an octave.

"Last time we spoke of how the Immortal Realm descended the Guiding Immortal Gate, with ten thousand rays of light and celestial music, to welcome the only Great Emperor of our Human Realm in nearly ten thousand years, Emperor Yun Tian, as he ascended to immortality!"

"This was a momentous occasion! When one person attains the Dao, even their pets ascend to heaven! My Yunxiao Holy Land, and indeed the entire Human Race, would have benefited immensely!"

The listeners in the teahouse were enthralled, cheering repeatedly.

Lu Chen also listened with great interest, even pouring himself another cup of tea.

The Storyteller’s tone suddenly shifted as he lowered his voice, creating a tense atmosphere.

"But at that very moment! A sudden change occurred!"

"In the blink of an eye! Our Human Realm's guardian, Emperor Yun Tian! The venerable elder glared and swung his sword!"

"Crack!"

The Storyteller slammed the table hard, making everyone jump.

"That magnificent and indestructible Guiding Immortal Gate was like tofu; it was shattered into pieces by a single strike from our Emperor Yun Tian!"

"Good!"

"Well struck!"

The hall erupted in applause.

Lu Chen listened with relish. He casually pulled a gold ingot from his storage space and flicked his finger.

Whoosh!

The gold ingot traced a perfect parabola through the air and landed precisely in the Storyteller's collection tray.

"A reward!"

Everyone in the teahouse turned their gaze toward Lu Chen.

That was a full ten-tael gold ingot!

Such a generous tip?

The Storyteller's face turned red with excitement as he bowed repeatedly. "Thank you, kind guest! Thank you for the reward!"

Lu Chen waved his hand, but internally he was complaining.

'The story is okay, but the details aren't domineering enough.'

'What do you mean by glaring and swinging a sword? I clearly yelled "to hell with you" back then.'

'It seems I'll have to learn some classic villainous laughs, like "jie jie jie jie," to make it feel more authentic when I show off in the future.'

Time passed slowly in this leisurely atmosphere.

At dusk, the setting sun dyed the entire city in a warm orange-yellow hue.

The Su Sisters returned.

The two of them carried many bags, their faces beaming with a relaxed smile they had never shown before.

Su Qiyue held a skewer of Candied Haws in her left hand, a skewer of grilled gluten in her right, and her mouth was stuffed with Osmanthus Cake, eating happily.

Even the usually cold Su Xuner held several items in her hands.

They weren't any Sharp Weapons or Spirit Pills.

Instead, she held an exquisitely crafted Peach Wood Hairpin, a cute Clay Figurine, and a tinkling Shell Wind Chime.

These mundane items, worthless to a Cultivator, were now carefully cradled in her hands. The genuine faint smile on her face softened her usual pride and aloofness.

She had never imagined that simply walking aimlessly through a crowd without cultivating or practicing the sword could feel like this.

It was very relaxing and very novel.

Seeing the two girls so happy, Lu Chen's mood also improved inexplicably.

Mhm, being a spendthrift once in a while feels pretty good.

He stood up, paid for the tea, and prepared to take the two girls back to the sect.

Before leaving, he glanced at the ring in his hand again.

It was still warm, but it had stopped shaking and made no further sound.

"Tsk."

Lu Chen curled his lip.

"I didn't knock her out with that influx, did I?"

"This Physique is no good; she can't even handle this much. How is she going to be a Golden Finger later?"

"Forget it, I'll deal with it when we get back."

He shook his head, not bothered to dwell on it further.

With a wave of his large sleeve, he swept up the Su Sisters. Their figures slowly faded from the spot, and when they reappeared, they were already back atop the mist-shrouded Xiaoyao Peak.