19: Chapter 19 Finally down the mountain! It feels so good to show off in front of everyone!

Hehuan Sect, inside the Main Hall.

After seeing off the two beauties and his Disciple Lin Xiaowan, Wang Yang reopened the System panel.

[Current Points]: 590.

"The points I just got haven't even warmed up in my pocket yet."

Wang Yang sighed, but thinking of the Elder he had just recruited with S-grade potential and a beauty score of 95, he felt that this money had to be spent.

Since he had appointed her as an Elder, he couldn't exactly make her sleep in the communal bunks, could he?

Moreover, Su Qingge was a dual Cultivator of the zither and sword, and she needed a quiet and elegant environment.

"System, open the mall, building category, filter for those under 500 points."

A dazzling list popped up.

At a glance, Wang Yang took a fancy to a building with great style.

[Tingyu Pavilion (Small Cultivation Dojo)]

Price: 500 Points.

Description: An independent and quiet courtyard with its own spiritual bamboo forest.

Special Effects:

Calm Mind: Cultivating here reduces the rate of Heart Demon growth by 90%.

Qi Gathering: Built-in small Spirit Gathering Array; the Spiritual Qi concentration is 8 times that of the outside world.

Zither Rhyme: Extremely suitable for Cultivators who enter the Dao through music; cultivation speed is doubled.

"It's practically tailor-made for Su Qingge."

Feeling a bit of a sting in his wallet, Wang Yang clicked purchase.

"Bought! Install it on the side Peak to the left!"

[Ding! 500 points deducted. Remaining points: 90.]

[Generating "Tingyu Pavilion"...]

...

A moment later.

To the left of the Hehuan Sect's Main Hall, clouds and mist suddenly surged.

A lush, emerald-green spiritual bamboo forest rose from the ground out of thin air. Deep within the forest, an elegant two-story bamboo building was faintly visible, with a clear stream winding around it, making a pleasant tinkling sound.

Su Qingge, who had just received her Elder token, was brought here by Wang Yang.

“Qingge, this will be your dojo from now on.”

With his hands behind his back, Wang Yang said calmly, “This place is called ‘Tingyu Pavilion.’ The environment is acceptable; you'll have to make do with it for now.”

Su Qingge held her guqin and stared blankly at the fairyland-like courtyard before her.

She took a deep breath and felt a surge of cold and dense Spiritual Qi rush straight into her Dantian.

The purity of the Spiritual Qi here was actually a notch higher than that of the main square covered by the Spirit Gathering Array, and it even faintly carried a Dao rhyme that cleared her zither-heart!

“This is called... making do?”

Waves of shock surged in Su Qingge's heart.

A cultivation treasure land of this level was something only core Old Ancestors were qualified to use, even in the Su Family of the Middle Continent!

And this Sect Master had casually bestowed it upon her, a newly joined Guest Elder?

“Many thanks for the Sect Master's generous gift!”

Su Qingge bowed deeply, her eyes reddening slightly.

With this treasure land and the Sect's protection, her hope for revenge was no longer a castle in the air!

...

After settling Su Qingge in.

Wang Yang stood before the mountain gate, his gaze fixed on Qingshi Town at the foot of the mountain.

On the System map, the green Invincible Domain circle (7.44 km) covered the Wanbao Pavilion in Qingshi Town.

“Finally...”

Wang Yang stretched, a wild smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

“I finally don't have to be a ‘shut-in’ anymore!”

“Attend me!”

Wang Yang gave the order.

Soon, the Hehuan Sect's “all-star lineup” was assembled.

On the left was the Sect Master's wife, Ye Qingcheng (Peak Early Foundation Establishment Stage), dressed in a red gown and outshining everyone.

On the right was the Guest Elder Su Qingge (Peak Early Foundation Establishment Stage), dressed in green and as cold and aloof as a Fairy.

Behind them was the excited eldest Disciple, Lin Xiaowan (Fourth Level of Qi Refining).

Wang Yang stood in the center in an ink-black brocade robe. Although there were no fluctuations of cultivation, his calm and unhurried aura managed to suppress the presence of the two peerless beauties beside him.

“Let's go!”

Wang Yang waved his hand. “This seat will take you down the mountain to fle—cough, cough, to inspect our territory!”

“And while we're at it, we'll go to Wanbao Pavilion to see if there's anything suitable for Xiao Wan!”

“Long live the Sect Master!” Lin Xiaowan cheered.

...

Qingshi Town, Wanbao Pavilion.

As the largest chamber of commerce branch within a hundred-mile radius, Wanbao Pavilion was not very peaceful today.

In the first-floor hall, the previously bustling customers were now hiding in corners, not even daring to breathe loudly.

In front of the counter.

Qian Tong, the Branch Head of Wanbao Pavilion, was sweating profusely while forcing a smile.

Opposite him stood three young men wearing Daoist robes embroidered with cloud patterns.

The leader had a sinister Face and frivolous eyes, playing with two iron walnuts in his hand, and he emitted the aura of the Great Perfection of Qi Refining.

This person's name was Zhao Guang, an Inner Sect Disciple of the “Liuyun Sect” from a hundred miles away, and he was also a well-known playboy.

“Branch Head Qian, are you planning not to give Face to my Liuyun Sect?”

Zhao Guang slammed the iron walnuts onto the counter, causing the jade bottles on top to tremble.

“I want this ‘condensing dew grass.’ Ten Spirit Stones—will you sell it or not?”

Qian Tong said with a bitter Face, bowing, “Young Master Zhao, this is truly making things difficult for me. This ‘Century-old Dewdrop Grass’ was pre-ordered, and even the purchase price was fifty Spirit Stones...”

“Pre-ordered?”

Zhao Guang sneered. “In this hundred-mile radius, who besides my Liuyun Sect dares to snatch things from this Young Master? The Iron Fist Sect is already dead and gone; who else do you expect to back you up?”

“Ten Spirit Stones, and I'm taking this grass. Otherwise...”

Zhao Guang's eyes turned cold, and the two followers at the Late Stage of Qi Refining behind him immediately stepped forward, hands on their sword hilts, their threat self-evident.

Qian Tong felt extremely bitter.

Although the Liuyun Sect was only a third-rate Sect, it had an Old Ancestor at the Late Stage of Foundation Establishment.

As a mere Branch Head, he truly couldn't afford to offend them.

Just as Qian Tong was hesitating whether to pay up to avoid disaster.

“We want this grass.”

A lazy voice suddenly drifted in from the entrance.

The hall fell silent instantly.

Everyone turned to look.

At the entrance of Wanbao Pavilion, four people walked in against the light.

The person in the lead was a young man, standing with his hands behind his back and a calm expression.

But that wasn't the point.

The point was the three women behind him.

Ye Qingcheng, dressed in red like fire, naturally seductive, like a blooming peony.

Su Qingge, dressed in green like water, cold and ethereal, like a snow lotus on a high mountain.

Even the little girl following at the back, Lin Xiaowan, was pretty and charming, radiating Spiritual Qi.

*Hiss—*

A collective sound of sharp intakes of breath echoed in the hall.

Is this still a sight that can be seen in the mortal realm?

Zhao Guang was originally about to lose his temper, but when he turned around and saw these three beauties, his eyes nearly popped out, and his drool almost hit the floor.

“Top-tier... they're all top-tier!”

Zhao Guang felt that the women he had played with in the past were simply vulgar and ordinary compared to the ones before him!

Especially the woman in red and the woman in green; their aura made his whole body feel hot.

“Kid, who are you?”

Zhao Guang tidied his lapels and stepped forward with what he thought was a suave air. Ignoring Wang Yang, his greedy gaze swept back and forth over Ye Qingcheng and Su Qingge.

“I am Zhao Guang, an Inner Sect Disciple of the Liuyun Sect. My master is an Elder of the Liuyun Sect. These two fairies look unfamiliar; I wonder which Sect you belong to? Why not come with me to the Liuyun Sect for a visit and discuss life...”

Before he could finish his sentence.

Qian Tong was already so scared that his legs went weak. He rushed out from behind the counter and bowed deeply to Wang Yang.

“Greetings, Sect Master Wang! Greetings, Madam!”

“Mhm.”

Wang Yang gave a faint response, not even sparing Zhao Guang a glance as he walked straight toward the counter.

“Branch Head Qian, how much for this condensing dew grass?”

Being ignored, Zhao Guang's Face instantly turned the color of pig liver.

He was used to acting tyrannically in this area; when had he ever been treated like this?

And in front of three peerless beauties at that!

“Stop right there!”

Zhao Guang roared in anger, his figure flashing as he blocked Wang Yang's path.

“Kid, this Young Master is talking to you! Are you deaf?”

He reached out to grab Wang Yang's collar. “What bullshit Sect Master Wang? In front of my Liuyun Sect, if you're a dragon, you'd better coil up for me, and if you're a tiger, you'd better...”

“Noisy.”

Wang Yang stopped in his tracks, slightly lifting his eyelids to glance at Zhao Guang.

With just a single glance.

*Buzz—!*

Invincible Domain, gravity suppression!

Although it wasn't as exaggerated as when he dealt with Su Qingge, it was enough to make a small fry at the Qi Refining Stage doubt his very existence.

*Boom!*

Without any warning.

Zhao Guang felt as if a massive mountain had suddenly pressed down on his shoulders.

A crisp crack sounded—it was the sound of his kneecaps shattering.

“Aaaaah!!!”

Zhao Guang let out a pig-slaughtering scream. He was instantly flattened against the ground, his Face slamming hard into the solid floor tiles. His nose bled profusely, and even the two iron walnuts he had polished to a patina were crushed into iron pancakes.

“You... you...”

The two followers behind Zhao Guang were scared out of their wits.

They hadn't even seen how the other party made a move before their Young Master was pinned down?

“Is this the Liuyun Sect's upbringing?”

Wang Yang shook his head and looked at Ye Qingcheng with some disappointment.

“Madam, it seems that when we recruit people in the future, we'll have to add another rule: no one with poor character.”

Ye Qingcheng covered her mouth and chuckled, oozing charm. “Husband is right. Someone who can only bark like a dog is indeed an eyesore.”

Su Qingge was more direct. With a slight movement of her finger, an invisible Sword Qi had already condensed at her fingertip as she stared coldly at the two followers who wanted to draw their swords but didn't dare.

“Scram.”

Wang Yang spat out a single word.

The power of the Domain jolted.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

Zhao Guang and his two followers were sent flying out like rubber balls, smashing through the door and rolling onto the street.

Inside the hall, there was a deathly silence.

Qian Tong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Looking at the young Sect Master who remained calm and composed, the awe in his heart deepened by another level.

This lord is truly invincible!

“Branch Head Qian.”

Wang Yang acted as if he had merely swatted a fly. He turned back to the counter with a warm smile.

“Let's continue our business.”

“This condensing dew grass, as well as Dharma Robes and Dharma Swords suitable for my Disciple... as long as they are good, bring them out for me to see.”

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