228: Split the account 30-70

Lin Fan's eyelids drooped, and he fell into a dilemma.

On one side was the Senior's request, and on the other was the safety of his friend; he didn't know how to choose.

Huan Xier grinned, patting his shoulder vigorously, "What's wrong? Let's go."

The old man's voice came to Lin Fan's ears again, only this time, the voice contained an inexplicable meaning,

"Don't worry, this old man won't do anything to your friend, and will even give him an Opportunity."

Lin Fan pursed his lips, nodded with difficulty, "Alright, then let's go together."

Huan Xier seemed very happy, walking ahead with large strides, "Out of the city we go..."

Lin Fan clenched his fists and stepped forward to follow.

...

South of the city,

Mo Qianqian looked at the madam in front of her, her expression full of disbelief,

"You mean you want me to be a prostitute?"

The madam's face wore a stiff smile, "With a girl's figure like yours, and a little more packaging, earning a pound of Divine Soul a day is guaranteed not to be a problem. You can make money just by lying down, how good is that?"

"And you'll be serving noble guests, yamen constables, officials, and some powerful young masters. They are generous with their money, and if you serve them well, you might even get some rewards."

Mo Qianqian didn't even bother to say another word to her, turning to leave.

The madam watched her retreating back, forcefully pouting her lips, "Not much ability, but a big temper. There will be a time when you'll come begging me..."

In her opinion, Mo Qianqian's cultivation was truly nothing special; some of the girls in the brothel even had higher cultivation than her.

Mo Qianqian's expression was downcast. To think that she, the dignified Saintess of Shangyin Mountain, a leader among the younger generation, was actually being asked to be a prostitute?

And they've all turned into ghosts, yet they still come to places like this to play?

Men, huh...

Mo Qianqian sighed deeply, strolling along the long street, looking for opportunities to earn Divine Soul. Unconsciously, she walked to the outside of a large residence.

This residence was very large; to occupy such a large plot of land within the city, it must belong to a powerful and influential figure.

"Yuan Residence..."

Mo Qianqian murmured softly, looking at the plaque above her head.

After her observations during this period, she found that this city was not much different from ordinary towns in the outside world.

There were yamen offices, and also distinctions between commoners and the powerful. Every ghost had its own personality, no different from living people.

Ordinary commoners still toiled and bustled for some Divine Soul, as for the powerful...

She hadn't seen any yet.

Creak—

At this moment, the vermilion gate slowly opened. Mo Qianqian turned her head to look, and a middle-aged man walked out, followed by four guards.

The middle-aged man's body was as solid as a living person, and his expression was not as stiff as that of ordinary ghosts; he looked much softer.

He also noticed Mo Qianqian outside the gate. His cold gaze casually swept over her, then he paused, then stared directly at her face, his gaze seemingly penetrating the veiled gauze to see her exquisite features.

"So beautiful..."

A look of greed appeared on the middle-aged man's face. He quickly stepped forward, as if to lift her veil to see clearly.

Mo Qianqian cautiously retreated. As the middle-aged man approached, a chilling Qi that pierced through her body rushed straight to her Divine Soul, making her heart tremble.

"What's your name?"

Mo Qianqian didn't answer and turned to run. She felt a deep sense of danger.

"Bring her back."

The middle-aged man ordered, and the four ghosts behind him transformed into black smoke and swept towards her.

Mo Qianqian felt a blockage in her chest. What kind of situation was this?

First, she was noticed by the madam, who wanted to force her into prostitution, and then she was taken by someone who forcibly wanted to bring her into their residence.

To think that she, the dignified Saintess of Shangyin Mountain, had ever suffered such humiliation?

At this moment, her mind involuntarily recalled her master's words,

"If you don't have the strength to protect yourself, this face will be a curse."

Mo Qianqian frantically ran towards the crowded areas, only hoping that these people would be wary of the government and not be so reckless.

...

East of the city,

The huge pavilion stood in the middle of the road, encompassing the original houses on both sides.

Xu Sanyan was standing outside the pavilion, looking at the entrance. The entrance was pitch black, and the situation inside could not be seen from the outside.

It wasn't just them there; a large group of ghosts were also observing, but no one dared to enter first, all fearing an accident.

Xu Sanyan moved his feet, weaving through the ghosts, slowly approaching Fang Qingge and his group. Once the distance was appropriate, he condensed a demonic seed and imprinted it on three Disciples of Foundation Establishment cultivation.

The demonic seed had a distance limit; it would dissipate if too far.

Looking at the three, after the demonic seed entered their bodies, they all paused, then returned to normal, but a closer look revealed a certain dullness, not as lively as before.

After doing this, Xu Sanyan returned to Zuoqiu Shu's side, smiled, and pointed to the distant pavilion, "Aren't you going in yet?"

Zuoqiu Shu hesitated, silently looking at Fang Qingge, her mind wavering. She hoped someone could explore the way for them, and Fang Qingge apparently thought the same.

"Big Sister, I'll go in and scout first!"

Zuoqiu Chen was already impatient, stepping forward. Before Zuoqiu Shu could react, she had already darted into the pavilion.

"Second Sister!"

Zuoqiu Shu grabbed at empty air, her heart suddenly anxious. Her sister was good at everything except for being too impetuous. Fourth Sister hadn't arrived yet!

"We should also go in together."

Zuoqiu Shu was worried about her second sister's safety and no longer hesitated. She took out a mother-child stone to leave a message for her fourth sister, then turned to bid farewell to Xu Sanyan,

"Saint, take care. This humble girl will take her leave first."

With that, she led her people into the pavilion.

Zuoqiu Zhen looked back at Xu Sanyan with reluctance, gently bit her lip, and then turned to enter.

Fang Qingge watched Zuoqiu Shu and the others enter, then also spoke, "Brother Luo, let's go in too."

"Alright."

The two led their people in one after another, but seven people remained outside, turning to stand behind Xu Sanyan.

Elder Ren's cheek twitched. He looked at the seven people standing very naturally with him, and a look of confusion appeared in his eyes,

"This is..."

Xu Sanyan glanced back, and Elder Ren immediately knew to shut up, not daring to ask more.

"You all go too. There's no need to stay here anymore."

There was no help in keeping the Elder of the Mystic Path Realm, and they were likely to die. It was better to go over there, just to preserve strength for the Chixin Lineage.

"Are you not going back?"

Elder Ren asked. He had long not wanted to stay here; it was too dangerous. His Divine Soul was constantly being devoured, not to mention having to hide from those fierce ghosts at night.

"Don't mind me, you all go."

"Yes."

Elder Ren also left with his people, leaving only the seven.

"Let's go."

Xu Sanyan led his people towards the Old Ghost Brokerage.

Stepping through the brokerage's gate, the old ghost still stared blankly outside, not knowing what he was looking at.

Upon seeing Xu Sanyan, a smile finally appeared on the old ghost's stiff face. Business had arrived.

"From now on, I want a two-eight split."

Xu Sanyan got straight to the point, and his attitude was firm.

The old ghost's smile stiffened, and he waved his hands repeatedly, "Impossible, if I only take two-tenths, I won't make any profit."

"You won't make a profit? Two-tenths isn't enough for you to make a profit? Do you know how much effort I put into getting these people? If you don't agree, I'll ask another place."

Xu Sanyan made to leave. He had seen several other brokerages along the way; the old ghost wasn't the only one doing this business.