89: Chapter 89 Ji Kun's Fury

"How is it?" Baili Yunche looked at the two of them, a hint of a smile curving the corner of his mouth, "Are you interested in working with me?"

"Of course we are willing!"

The two of them answered in unison, their voices exceptionally resolute.

How could they possibly not agree to such a good thing?

Not only could they hang around with Personal Disciple Baili Yunche, but the two of them could also be considered the first batch of investors. Once the reputation of the Tiandan Alliance spread in the future, their resources and status would all rise along with it!

"It is just…"

Lin Maomao suddenly hesitated for a moment.

"Senior Brother Baili Yunche, isn't two shares a bit too much? We did not do anything, yet we are taking so much profit share… Isn't this appropriate?"

He had an honest temperament and always felt that taking too much would make him indebted to Baili Yunche.

Last time Baili Yunche gave him the Tianyuan Zaohua Pill, he had been pondering how to repay him.

Now, being given a ten percent profit share for free, he felt even more uneasy in his heart.

Baili Yunche waved his hand and smiled, "It is fine. The most important thing right now is to establish the Tiandan Alliance first and gain a firm foothold."

"Once it gets on the right track in the future, we will still need you to attract talent to come in, and all of these require burning money."

"The profit share you get now can be regarded as the initial hardship fee. Once it grows big in the future, these Spirit Stones will count for nothing at all."

"Th… That is fine then." Lin Maomao no longer declined and nodded.

Baili Yunche turned to Gu Qingyuan, took out a bulging bag from the Storage Pouch, and handed it over.

The bag was filled with gleaming white Spirit Stones, their Spiritual Qi rich and emitting a soft glow.

"Qingyuan, these are twenty thousand Spirit Stones," Baili Yunche said, "You go to the market and purchase the medicinal materials needed to refine Er-pin Medicinal Pills such as diyuan pill, qingxin pill, and peiyuan pill. Then send them to Zixia Peak for me to refine the Medicinal Pills."

Gu Qingyuan took the Storage Pouch, and feeling its heavy weight, his heart also shook.

Twenty thousand Spirit Stones—he had never seen so many Spirit Stones in all his life!

Baili Yunche had handed them over to him just like that so casually; what kind of trust was this?

"Yes! Qingyuan guarantees to complete the mission!" Gu Qingyuan straightened his back, his voice resounding.

He secretly made up his mind that he must handle this matter well and absolutely not let Baili Yunche down.

Having spoken, Gu Qingyuan left the courtyard and flew on his sword toward the market at the foot of the mountain.

Watching Gu Qingyuan leave, Baili Yunche took out another jade bottle from the Storage Pouch and handed it to Lin Maomao.

"Maomao, this is a foundation establishment pill, take it."

Lin Maomao took the jade bottle and opened the stopper to take a look—a glowing white Medicinal Pill lay quietly in the bottle, emitting a faint medicinal fragrance.

It was precisely the foundation establishment pill, the key Medicinal Pill to help Qi Refinement Stage Cultivators achieve a Breakthrough to the Foundation Establishment Stage.

"Senior Brother Baili Yunche…" Lin Maomao's expression was awkward, "You have already given me a Tianyuan Zaohua Pill, and now you have given me a foundation establishment pill again… I really do not know how to repay your kindness…"

His voice choked slightly, and his eye sockets turned red.

From childhood to adulthood, except for Baili Yunche and Gu Qingyuan, no one had ever treated him this well.

"What talk of repayment?" Baili Yunche patted his shoulder and smiled,

"I can refine the foundation establishment pill right now, and the cost is not high. You should not have any psychological burden. Only when you successfully undergo Foundation Establishment can you better manage the Tiandan Alliance for me, right?"

Lin Maomao nodded vigorously, holding the jade bottle tightly with both hands, and secretly swore in his heart. In the future, he must manage the Tiandan Alliance well to repay Senior Brother Baili Yunche's kindness.

Taixuan Peak.

An elegantly landscaped courtyard was situated within an Immortal Cave deep in the bamboo forest halfway up Taixuan Peak.

In the courtyard, exotic flowers and rare herbs were everywhere, spiritual springs trickled and flowed, and the Spiritual Qi was so rich it almost condensed into liquid.

Several spiritual cranes paced leisurely in the courtyard, occasionally letting out clear, resonant cries.

This was the Immortal Cave of Saint Ji Kun.

At this moment, within the main hall.

Ji Kun, dressed in a golden brocade robe, sat upright on the main seat.

His Face was like jade, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, a high bridge of the nose, and thinly pursed lips. His facial features were as if carved by a knife and axe, handsome to the point of being eerie.

A head of black hair was bound with a golden crown, and a few strands of hair hung before his forehead, adding a bit of dashing elegance.

He had a slender figure, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, sitting there like a statue, exuding a superior, aloof temperament that kept strangers at a distance all over his body.

Before him, a Disciple was kneeling on the ground, crying bitterly and pouring out grievances.

That Disciple was in a disheveled state, ragged in clothing, with bruises all over his Face, and dried blood still hanging at the corner of his mouth.

The whole person lay prostrate on the ground, like a stray dog.

It was precisely Lin Zhiping.

"Senior Brother Ji, you must uphold justice for me!"

Lin Zhiping cried with snot and tears streaming down, his voice miserable.

"That Baili Yunche, he… he completely does not put you in his eyes at all!"

"You do not know, at that time I reported your name and said that I was your man. But not only did Baili Yunche not stop, instead he intensified it! He said—"

Lin Zhiping raised his head, his eyes filled with a look of deep resentment.

"He said 'What is a Saint, what kind of thing is Ji Kun? If he has the guts, let him come find me himself!'"

"Not only did he cripple my legs, he also said—he also said that the people of Taixuan Peak are all trash, and you, Senior Brother Ji, are also trash! He said you only know how to hide in the Immortal Cave to Cultivate, and do not have the guts to come out and see people!"

Lin Zhiping added fuel to the fire, distorting Baili Yunche's words beyond recognition.

He knew that Ji Kun cared most about his own Face and dignity. As long as he described Baili Yunche as an image of despising the Saint and being arrogant and conceited, Ji Kun would definitely be enraged.

As expected—

"Bang!"

Ji Kun slammed a palm onto the sandalwood table before him, and the table instantly split apart in all directions, turning into a pile of fragments.

His complexion was livid, blue veins bulged on his forehead, and anger burned in his eyes, like an enraged male lion.

"Simply preposterous!"

His voice was low and icy, carrying a suppressed anger to the extreme.

"An ant at the eighth layer of Foundation Establishment dares to oppose this Saint! He even dares to utter wild words and insult this Saint!"

Ji Kun stood up, standing with his hands behind his back, his golden brocade robe fluttering without wind. The pressure of the fifth layer of Golden Core permeated outward, and the air of the entire main hall seemed to freeze.

Lin Zhiping, kneeling on the ground, was pressed so hard by this pressure that he could not breathe, his forehead pressed against the ground, trembling all over.

"This Saint has Cultivated in the Xuanyang Sect for more than twenty years, and no one has ever dared to be so presumptuous!"

Ji Kun gnashed his teeth, killing intent surging in his eyes.

He had operated in the Xuanyang Sect for many years, with a vast faction under his command. Even other Saints and Saintesses had to give him some Face.

Now a Utility Disciple who had entered the Sect for less than a year actually dared to step on his head?

"Someone come!"

Ji Kun shouted sternly.

"Disciple is here!" Two Disciples in black immediately walked in from outside the door, bowing and saluting.

"Send people to keep a close eye on Baili Yunche." Ji Kun's voice was as cold as iron, "As long as he leaves the Sect, immediately send a message to me."

Baili Yunche was Peak Master Luo Yunshang's Personal Disciple, protected by Nascent Soul Elders within the Sect.

Even though Ji Kun was noble as a Saint, he still did not dare to blatantly kill a Personal Disciple within the Sect.

Doing so would be equivalent to directly provoking the authority of the Nascent Soul Elders, and the consequences were not something he could bear.

But leaving the Xuanyang Sect was another matter entirely.

Outside the Sect, there were no rules that could constrain him.

Even if Baili Yunche died outside, the Sect would not be able to hold him accountable.

Even if someone suspected, without evidence, they could do nothing to him.

The corner of Ji Kun's mouth curved into a gloomy, cold smile.

"Baili Yunche—" He muttered to himself, cold light flashing in his eyes, "This Saint wants to see how long you can hide in the Sect."

Outside the hall, the mountain wind howled, and the bamboo forest rustled.

A storm was brewing in secret.