134: Chapter 134 Who says cultivating immortality is only about fighting and killing?

In the West Courtyard of the Gu Mansion, the original martial arts training ground had been temporarily converted into a huge warehouse.

The crisp sound of abacus beads clicking together merged into one, like a sudden rain hitting banana leaves, even drowning out the shouts of the porters.

Jin Feiyan sat on top of a mountain of Spirit Rice bags, holding a special abacus made of pure gold. Her fingers were slender and nimble, dancing rapidly across the abacus, creating a series of afterimages.

"The Li Family of the South City sent five thousand jin of First-Grade Spiritual Iron Ore, valued at three thousand Spirit Stones, entered into storage."

"The Zhao Family sent thirty boxes of Centennial Vermilion Fruit, medium to high quality, count them as two thousand, entered into storage."

"The Second-Grade Medicinal Pill confiscated from the Black Fiend Sect... Tsk, why are there three bottles missing? Note it down, let that manager make up for it himself, otherwise, I will refine him into a Medicinal Pill."

She did not even look up, her voice crisp and decisive, revealing a shrewd and capable sharpness. Today, she wore a brocade long dress embroidered with dark patterns of copper coins, and two red gold hairpins inserted into her hair bun, which swayed with her movements, making a pleasant tinkling sound.

Vulgar.

But in the current Gu Family, this is called wealth.

Gu Yan stood at the entrance of the warehouse, looking at this woman surrounded by piles of Spirit Stones.

Compared to the decisive killing of Leng Yuechan, Jin Feiyan was a creature of the complete opposite extreme. She had no interest in killing, but had an almost perverted obsession with how to turn one Spirit Stone into two.

"It seems you have adapted well."

Gu Yan spoke, stepping into this territory filled with the smell of copper.

The sound of the abacus stopped abruptly.

Jin Feiyan jumped down from the rice bags, landing silently. She patted the rice husks off the corner of her skirt, without any of the fear of seeing the head of the Family, instead carrying a bit of pride as if asking for credit.

"That is natural."

She casually threw a thick account book to Gu Yan: "In three days, I have cleared up eighty percent of the bad debts left by the Black Fiend Sect. In addition, the 'tribute' from the twenty-three vassal forces has also been entered into storage. Excluding the repair of the Formation and severance pay, the current liquid funds..."

She held up five fingers and shook them: "Fifty thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones."

"This is not counting the real estate and mineral veins."

[Damn! Rich woman! Hungry! Food!]

[The System light screen instantly turned golden yellow, and virtual saliva flowed all over the floor: [Host, this is not taking a concubine, this is clearly marrying a money-printing machine! Fifty thousand Spirit Stones! Enough for us to do a ten-draw in the System mall! Quick! Hug this big thick thigh!]]

Gu Yan took the account book, only flipped through two pages casually and closed it.

"Fifty thousand, not enough."

He threw the account book back to Jin Feiyan, his tone flat: "The Yunlan Sect is a bottomless pit. Whether it is to smooth out relationships or buy Cultivation resources, this little money thrown in won't even make a splash."

The smile on Jin Feiyan's face stiffened for a moment.

She originally thought she would be praised, but didn't expect to be doused with a basin of cold water.

"Then how much do you want?" She gritted her teeth.

"I want a river."

Gu Yan walked in front of her, took out a newly recorded Jade Slip from his Storage Pouch, as well as a token representing the authority of the head of the Family.

"This is the 'priority procurement rights' document I dug out from the twenty-three families, as well as the original trade route map of the Black Fiend Sect."

Gu Yan slapped the items on the rice bag: "I want you to establish the 'Gu Trading Firm'. It is no longer simple buying and selling, but monopoly."

"Monopoly?" Jin Feiyan's eyes narrowed, and her breathing rhythm accelerated significantly.

"Yes. The Spiritual Plants and Ore around Baifeng City, I want you to unify the purchase and lower the cost price. Then..." Gu Yan pointed to the sky above, "Through the channels of the Yunlan Sect, sell them to those Alchemist and Artifact Refiner who are in urgent need of raw Materials."

Middlemen earn the price difference.

And it is the exclusive middleman.

Jin Feiyan reacted instantly. She took the Jade Slip, and her fingertips were trembling slightly. This is not just business, this is holding the economic lifeline of the entire Baifeng City in her hands.

"This requires a lot of capital, and... those families will rebound."

Although Jin Feiyan was tempted, her reason was still there: "They are afraid of you now because of your fists. When you leave, they may not necessarily buy my account in the business field."

"So I left you a knife."

Gu Yan turned his head to look at the corner of the martial arts training ground.

There, a team of Cultivator wearing black armor stood silently. That was the newly formed law enforcement team of the Gu Family, equipped with uniform Low Grade Spiritual Artifact, and the leader was a dead soldier at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage.

"If you can't talk it out in the business field, let Leng Yuechan talk."

Gu Yan's voice was very light, but it revealed a bloody smell: "Remember, I have fists, so you have business. Similarly, you have money, so my fists can be harder."

This is a naked symbiotic relationship.

Jin Feiyan took a deep breath and gripped the token in her hand tightly. The corners of the jade hurt her palm, but it gave her an unprecedented sense of fulfillment.

She was originally a daughter of a merchant, and because her talent was mediocre, she was sent back and forth by the Family as a marriage tool.

No one has ever been like Gu Yan, not looking at her face, not looking at her figure, only valuing the talent for numbers in her brain.

"Give me half a year."

Jin Feiyan raised her head, with the flames of ambition burning in her eyes: "Half a year later, I will make the flag of the Gu Trading Firm fly within three hundred miles around Baifeng City. By then, the Spirit Stone sent to the Yunlan Sect every month will not be less than this number."

She held up three fingers.

Thirty thousand.

Thirty thousand every month.

This is a number that would make ordinary Golden Core Cultivator envious.

"Good."

Gu Yan smiled.

He reached out and pinched Jin Feiyan's cheek with baby fat, which felt excellent: "If you succeed, next time I come back, I will take you to stroll around the market of the Yunlan Sect. The business there is a thousand times bigger than this."

Jin Feiyan patted his hand away and gave him a look, but her earlobes quietly turned red.

"Stop making empty promises to me, leave the principal to me first."

She spread her palms, looking official: "Startup capital, twenty thousand Spirit Stones. Not even one less."

Gu Yan laughed, and threw out a heavy Storage Pouch.

"All to you."

...

Walking out of the warehouse full of dust and rice husk smell, Gu Yan felt that the air in his lungs was much fresher.

Force (Leng Yuechan) and financial power (Jin Feiyan), both trump cards have been placed on the table.

This Baifeng City can be considered to be completely surnamed Gu.

[Host, your skill of living off your wives while acting tough is becoming more and more proficient.]

[The System complained in his mind: [Leaving wives at home to work and make money, while running to the Sect to be carefree... This is simply a fighter jet among scumbags.]]

"This is called clear division of labor."

Gu Yan tidied his clothes and looked at the huge flying boat hovering over the city in the distance.

The sun was slanting west.

The three-day deadline given by Elder Su Ming had only two hours left.

Everything that needed to be explained had been explained, and everything that needed to be killed had been killed.

It was time to go see the world outside.

"Let's go."

Gu Yan tapped his toes, his figure rose from the ground, turned into a rainbow, and rushed towards that huge ship that covered the sky and sun.

Behind him, in the Gu Mansion courtyard.

Leng Yuechan stood on the top of the pavilion, and Jin Feiyan stood at the entrance of the warehouse.

Two women looked up at the same time, watching the flowing light going away, although they were in two places, they made the same action — clutching the things in their hands.

One holding the Formation Plate for killing.

One holding the abacus for making money.

The story of Baifeng City temporarily came to an end.

But the legend belonging to Gu Yan had just begun.