609: Chapter 609 Master Qingxu and King Qingxu

"Have you heard?"

A well-known anonymous Disciple was whispering to another anonymous Disciple.

But the other anonymous Disciple looked disgusted.

"Can we stop with the 'have you heard' stuff? Just read the news or browse the web, okay? You sound like a savage, always gossiping about unofficial history."

"So, do you want to hear it or not?"

"Spit it out."

In a familiar pavilion, the two Disciples were loudly conspiring. On the other side of them, a Cultivator was leaning against the side, reading a newspaper. The newspaper was large, covering his entire upper body.

"This Fellow Daoist looks unfamiliar. Who are you?"

The Cultivator who was about to speak seemed to recall some unpleasant memories and asked for the stranger's name in advance.

"Me? I'm just a Yao Race exchange student."

Yuan Chenling put down the newspaper with an honest look on his face.

The Disciple stared intently at Yuan Chenling. After seeing his large physique and fluffy mane, and confirming he had never seen him before, he relaxed.

"So you're a friend from the Yao Race. Fellow Daoist, your appearance is quite unique. You look like you're from the Tiger clan, but your features are quite gentle, yet your mane is so magnificent. You must be a mystical beast with an extraordinary Bloodline."

Yuan Chenling smiled, said nothing more, and raised the newspaper again.

"Never mind him, just get on with it."

"Besides, aside from the people involved getting angry, your unofficial history is just for fun. It's no big deal to let people hear it; just consider it public entertainment."

"Ahem, alright then, I'll tell you."

"According to rumors, King Qingxu is real!"

"Originally, after the last incident, many people just thought it was a joke, but the situation might be about to take a major turn."

"Among the Disciples of our generation, the most famous ones are those few core Disciples. According to the information I've received, those few core Disciples have been completely silent recently."

"Not long ago, some Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters saw him return alone in a hurry, but there has been no news of the other core Disciples engaging in any activities recently."

"Maybe they all went out on missions, and he just returned early after finishing his."

Another Disciple interjected, but was quickly rebutted.

"It's unlikely they all got caught up in the same major event, and all news about it was suppressed, right?"

"So if you ask me, it's most likely that the person from last time was testing the Sect's bottom line. Since none of the core Disciples showed up that time, that person got unhappy and is now preparing to clean house."

Listening to the two of them narrate vividly, Yuan Chenling simply recorded the conversation and sent it to the Boss's Disciples.

He checked the time; they must have arrived by now.

"You two, I have things to do, so I'll be going now."

"Oh, safe travels, Fellow Daoist."

The two of them had no idea what was about to happen to them. They continued chatting happily about their unofficial history, even becoming more reckless now that Yuan Chenling had left.

"It's you two bigmouths again! Get them!"

Senior Brother Liu brandished a kitchen knife and was the first to charge up.

"Holy crap, who called the Saint faction over here?!"

"Why are you shocked? Run!"

Watching the clamorous crowd, Yuan Chenling rarely didn't show a smile; he was still shrouded in the shadow of having to go home.

After watching for a while and finding it boring, Yuan Chenling flew back to Holy Son Peak and lay down on that familiar recliner.

Unfortunately, the recliner that he could just fit on before he left now seemed a bit small.

"Sigh, achieving Nascent Soul should have been a happy occasion, so why did I have to go home?"

He had previously said he was set up by Shi Suiyan, but the reason Yuan Chenling could conclude that was because it actually made sense.

Because of his instinctive fear of "home," he had never thought about it in that direction, but now that he had, he naturally couldn't escape it.

"Boss."

Yuan Chenling looked up at the sky, his eyes hollow.

"Achoo."

Zhou Yan rubbed his nose, momentarily unable to figure out who was cursing him behind his back.

"I've accidentally made too many enemies. Forget it, I won't think about it for now."

Sliding the door open and entering, Zhou Yan once again saw that person who used to be familiar but was now strange.

"What kind of look is that? Why are you acting like you don't know me just because you went on a field mission?"

Immortal Master Qingxu flipped through a Jade Slip without even lifting his head.

"Wait, no!"

Seeming to think of something, he looked up at Zhou Yan in disbelief, his Jade Slip even falling under the table.

"You didn't actually pay off all my debts, did you?"

Zhou Yan strode up the long steps, walking all the way to the side of the Sect Master's seat.

"Sect Master, move aside for a moment, I need to sit down and ask you something."

Originally, Immortal Master Qingxu was just surprised, but now hearing Zhou Yan say that, he was almost scared into a cold sweat.

In his memory, Zhou Yan was supposed to be a humble and polite good kid. Although he had been set up by them many times, he shouldn't have turned out like this just from one trip away.

"Little Zhou Yan, did you encounter some difficulty? Don't hide things like this, tell us and we'll solve it together."

"Those hundreds of millions you owe, that's money for your own medical treatment, right? In reality, you asked Senior Brother Xie to work off the debt for you just to cover it up, intending to let him stay there and get treated as well, right?"

Zhou Yan's expression suddenly sharpened, looking as if he knew everything.

Immortal Master Qingxu seemed to heave a sigh of relief.

"You scared me to death. I thought you had found out about something bad; it turns out it was just this."

He raised his hand to wipe away non-existent sweat and said with a relaxed face.

"First of all, you misunderstood one thing." Immortal Master Qingxu held up a thumb with a confident expression.

"Him not having money for treatment and needing to use himself as collateral, versus me not having money for treatment and needing him to be the collateral—there's essentially no difference."

"Him staying there for treatment while incidentally helping his good Master pay off debts, isn't that perfectly normal? That's called a win-win."

"Of course, if my Master finds out about this, I'll probably be in big trouble, but I am also paying off the debt myself."

Immortal Master Qingxu said this with a smug look, then switched to a bitter expression.

"But looking at you, I guess I'll have to pay off the remaining money myself, otherwise it'll be troublesome if they find out. Fortunately, there isn't much left; if I grit my teeth, I can pay it off in a few years."

"However, Little Zhou Yan, just for the sake of me helping my own Disciple get treatment, please don't tell my Master about this."

"Didn't you say you wanted to sit in this chair? Then go ahead and sit, I don't mind at all."

After speaking, Immortal Master Qingxu pressed Zhou Yan into the Sect Master's special seat and even remembered to knead his shoulders, showing absolutely no demeanor of a Sect elder.

Zhou Yan originally wanted to use this matter to blackmail Immortal Master Qingxu and take the opportunity to ask who had assigned him the mission, but he didn't expect Immortal Master Qingxu to be so shameless, leaving him speechless.

Wait, no, it seems that his shamelessness is common knowledge. Oh no, I caught the most useless piece of leverage!

But with the words on the tip of his tongue, Zhou Yan couldn't not ask; otherwise, wouldn't he have returned early for nothing?

"Ahem, Sect Master, I just want to ask, before I left, who exactly assigned the mission?"

"Oh my, I suddenly remembered I have something to do. You sit here first, I'm off."

"If you have time, you can take a look at the government affairs or something. If you don't want to, remember to contact the fourth one; just tell him his Second Brother has a small matter and ask him to help out for now, and I'll treat him to a meal later."

With a distortion of space, Immortal Master Qingxu was nowhere to be seen, leaving behind only Zhou Yan with his hand outstretched, having failed to stop him.

"Damn it, Old Mo, you..."

As soon as Zhou Yan's words left his mouth, Immortal Master Qingxu, who had already disappeared, reappeared in front of him.

But unlike before, he now had a gloomy face, pressing his hand on the back of the seat, looking at Zhou Yan.

"Who are you, and why do you know my name!"

"No, wait, so selling your own Disciple to a sweatshop is a small matter, but getting doxxed makes you anxious? So the name is the key issue?"