13: A beauty like my master's wife

As his Mistress's Favorability reached 70 points!

Chen Qingfeng's cultivation Realm also stepped into the Peak of Foundation Establishment in one go.

Soon!

It's almost 100.

Great Compassionate Savior Guanyin Bodhisattva, please let me draw a thousand-fold cultivation return!

It would be best to get a few more Divine Abilities.

Then I would be invincible.

"Why are you shouting in the middle of the night instead of resting?"

Having dressed.

Stepping out of his Mistress's room, Chen Qingfeng immediately saw Li Fengyun in the courtyard.

At this moment.

He was holding a Storage Pouch, and a carefree, innocent smile played on his fair Face.

"Brother, isn't it because I have good news, so I wanted to tell you quickly!"

"We're rich!"

Saying that.

Li Fengyun tossed the Storage Pouch in his hand directly into Chen Qingfeng's.

Opening it, he saw.

Tens of thousands of Spirit Stones lay densely packed inside, a rough estimate putting it at least around fifty thousand.

"All those dozens of illusions are sold out?"

Chen Qingfeng was a bit surprised.

How long has it been?

Is it that popular?

"That's right! In just one hour, they were all snatched up, and now several Disciples from other Peaks have even pre-ordered from me, saying to notify them immediately once there's new stock, and they've even paid deposits."

Li Fengyun tilted his head back, saying with a smug look.

"That fast? How did you sell them? Dozens of illusions, just looking through them once would take dozens of hours, didn't you watch or keep any for yourself?"

Li Fengyun chuckled and explained:

"I watched all of them myself first before selling them. I opened all dozens of illusions simultaneously and watched them all without missing a single one using my mental power."

"Then, I called all my Senior Brothers and Junior Brothers from Jiu Yi Peak together, and showed them one illusion, and it immediately caused an uproar."

Synchronously open?

Mental power?

Damn!

What a Genius!

Cultivators are indeed cultivators.

They can even use it like this.

"Brother, when will the next batch of goods be available? Now, not only are my Senior Brothers and Junior Brothers urging me for new ones, but even Disciples from other Peaks have come to me. I estimate you'll need at least a few hundred for the next batch."

Li Fengyun couldn't help but urge.

He said he was urging on behalf of others.

But in reality, he was urging for himself.

Only when new illusions were produced could he watch new 'short films'.

But one regrettable point was that each illusion only had enough Spiritual Qi for three viewings, which meant each viewing was one less, and they couldn't be saved.

This was practically killing them.

Yet, little did they know, this was precisely Chen Qingfeng's marketing strategy.

Only through hunger marketing could he infinitely elevate the value of his Talisman illusions.

If they could be watched infinitely, wouldn't they be like the old 'yellow discs'? Cheap to only a few pieces, then he would be exhausted to death.

"How much are you selling them for?"

Suddenly.

Chen Qingfeng's eyes narrowed, and he subconsciously asked.

However.

It was better not to ask.

Asking gave him a fright.

"Five thousand!!!"

"Five thousand???"

Damn it!

You second-generation rich kids are truly ruthless!

I sold them for eight hundred.

You actually dared to sell them for five thousand!

"Sell them for a thousand. You'll only disrupt the market this way. We need to understand the concept of a steady stream; pigs should be slaughtered slowly, and they should also be allowed to grow slowly. If you kill them all at once, where will you get meat in the future?"

"Return all the remaining Spirit Stones."

The reason Chen Qingfeng said this actually had nothing to do with any 'disrupting the market' nonsense.

The real reason was that he was jealous.

Why did he work himself to death and only earn eight hundred?

While this scoundrel made four thousand two just by reselling?

If brothers are to be poor, they should be poor together.

If one is to be rich, only he can be rich; Li Fengyun cannot be rich!

"Brother, I'll listen to you. I'll go back and return the extra Spirit Stones later, and from now on, I'll only sell them for a thousand Spirit Stones each."

"But, when will the next batch of goods be available?"

Li Fengyun chuckled, returning to the previous topic.

"In a couple of days. I'll make a lot more this time, enough to satisfy everyone!"

"Alright! Then I'll go notify them and tell them to prepare their Spirit Stones!"

Two days.

For Li Fengyun, it seemed a bit long.

After all, he couldn't wait another moment.

But the promise of 'a lot, enough to satisfy everyone' made him overjoyed.

This meant.

He would have spiritual sustenance again.

This time, he must keep some illusions for himself to savor slowly, and absolutely not sell them all, lest he fall back into this endless torment of thirst.

"Brother, I'll be leaving now, waiting for your good news!"

After greeting Chen Qingfeng, Li Fengyun flicked his sleeve, a Flying Sword flew out, and as he stepped onto the Flying Sword, his figure instantly vanished into the sky above Xiao You Peak.

Earning over fifty thousand Spirit Stones in just a few hours, Chen Qingfeng's mood was beyond joyful.

But…

When he returned to his Mistress's door, he found the door locked from the inside.

Damn!

He fell for it!

"Mistress, open the door, it's me!"

Chen Qingfeng knocked repeatedly.

Unfortunately.

His Mistress, fearing she couldn't control herself and also fearing Chen Qingfeng would suffer, feigned sleep, pretending not to hear or care.

Damn!

Careless!

Didn't dodge!

"If you have nowhere to go, why not come to my room? After all, this is your own room to begin with!"

Not far away.

The door was ajar.

Ye Qingyu's voice suddenly came from inside.

Hmm?

A new hope emerges.

Is this…

An unexpected gain?

"Senior Martial Uncle, is this… appropriate? Fengyun just left, and he's my 'brother'!"

"If that's the case, then consider I said nothing!"

"Hey… no, no, no, come, come, I'm coming right now!"

Why did you have to act cool for nothing?

In the end, he still scurried into Ye Qingyu's room.

A strong, intoxicating fragrance filled the entire room.

At this moment, Ye Qingyu had already changed her clothes, wearing only a thin, off-the-shoulder bustier.

Her breasts rose high.

Squeezing out a pair of snow-white Peaks.

Below was an unobstructed flat stomach, her waist slender enough to be grasped in one hand, smooth as jade.

Her legs were crossed on the bed, long and well-proportioned with no excess fat, even gleaming with a faint, translucent glow under the dim lamplight.

Damn!

A stunner!

A stunner just like his Mistress!

No wonder she could be selected as one of the Five Great Beauties of Tianyi Sect, just like his Mistress!

But the only pity was.

Her man was still alive.

Conquering her was utterly useless, which inevitably reduced Chen Qingfeng's motivation.

"Senior Martial Uncle, were you just doing Alchemy?"

"So many Waste Pill, did it fail?"

He glanced at Ye Qingyu on the bed, then at the Pill Furnace in the center of the room, still emitting wisps of heat.

Clearly.

Ye Qingyu had been refining Medicinal Pills for quite some time.

But it seemed that all of them had failed without exception.

"I was just trying to refine Qi Refining Pills using your Sub-Mother Pill Refining Method, but it didn't succeed!"

Ye Qingyu was honest.

Not hiding anything at all.

If it were anyone else.

A dignified third-rank Alchemist, secretly learning an Alchemy method from a junior, and failing at it, would surely hide it for the sake of dignity and Face.

This somewhat surprised Chen Qingfeng.

"Does Senior Martial Uncle want to learn? I'll teach you!"