464: Chapter 464 Leisure Time

Half a month later.

Inside a manor in a small town.

Nie Ning looked at the sunset in the distance, stretching lazily.

"My Lord, the dessert you requested."

At this moment, a maid came to Nie Ning's side, holding a plate of desserts.

Nie Ning lay back in his rocking chair; the maid understood, stepped to the side, picked up a piece of pastry, and held it to Nie Ning's mouth.

"You certainly live a comfortable life."

Just then, Amivika's displeased voice rang in Nie Ning's ears.

Nie Ning felt helpless; he always felt strange, as if a notification sound rang in his ears whenever he rested.

"If I don't enjoy life like this now, who knows what will happen in the future."

Raising his hand, Nie Ning dismissed the maid.

Three days ago, they had arrived at this place called the Red Sky Domain, and this small town had a partner of the Yin-Yang Sect, an informant planted by the Nales Church.

After all, people of the Yin-Yang Sect also needed to live, but this sect didn't have much manpower, so many things were outsourced.

"That shouldn't be the case. Such large sects usually have their own arrangements; ordinary people just need to focus on cultivation."

Amivika sat down beside Nie Ning and picked up a piece of pastry to eat.

Just like Yishi Mansion, which has a specialized management department; it's impossible for students to do everything themselves.

After all, one should study properly. If one were entangled in miscellaneous chores every day, it would just be a waste of one's talent.

"Who knows. After all, it's a semi-reclusive force. Maybe they are a bunch of old fossils, and their educational methods might not be the same as ours."

Nie Ning was afraid they were a bunch of ascetic monks, the kind that sealed off their mountain gates.

His time was limited. If he got trapped to death in the Yin-Yang Sect, that would truly be miserable.

However, the qualifications to enter the Yin-Yang Sect were very strict, or rather, you couldn't figure out who they needed.

Even those with outstanding talent might not be accepted, and the test content was different every time. Nie Ning felt he might not necessarily be able to get in.

Just as the two were chatting, a man who looked to be in his thirties, wearing a suit and gold-rimmed glasses, walked over.

The man's expression was solemn, and a dignified air emanated from him.

"Holy Son, it's about time. We should head out."

The man arrived at Nie Ning's side and bowed respectfully.

Hearing this, Nie Ning stood up lazily, then looked at the man.

"No need for that. I don't like looking down at people. You doing that makes me feel like I'm already invincible."

The other person's name was Jeff Zangwell, the manager of this place, a seventh-rank Transcendent wizard.

As a partner of the Yin-Yang Sect, he couldn't be too weak, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to protect the Yin-Yang Sect's rare commodities.

After all, in this day and age, the timid starve to death while the bold are stuffed to death. The reputation of the Yin-Yang Sect couldn't deter those desperate outlaws.

"Certainly, certainly."

Jeff promised repeatedly, but his posture didn't change a bit.

Nie Ning smacked his lips, not knowing how he was trained.

Perhaps he should ask Eugene for advice and train Amivika to be like this as well.

Nie Ning shook his head slightly, then took the lead and walked outside.

...

One hour later.

In a hotel lobby in the city.

There were no waiters in the shop, only some young people standing in the lobby chatting.

At the edges, some imposing individuals were sitting.

These people were formidable without being angry; their mere presence made the atmosphere unusually oppressive.

At this moment, Nie Ning and his group walked into the room, and Jeff had returned to his original state, his whole body exuding an unapproachable, extraordinary aura.

"Jeff, we were just waiting for you. Why are you so late? If you were any later, the Yin-Yang Sect envoy would have arrived."

A man with a handlebar mustache stroked his mustache and said with a smile.

Jeff smiled: "I was delayed by something. Business has been good lately, so I've been quite busy."

When the others heard this, a flash of malice crossed their eyes.

This bastard, relying on his good business sense, had already snatched a lot of their market share and was trending toward becoming the leader.

"Is this who you brought? A bit few, aren't they? Though they look decent enough; maybe the Yin-Yang Sect envoy will like them."

At this time, a middle-aged witch said sarcastically, her gaze fixed on the two similar faces of Amivika and Xiaoguang.

"Looks are something you're born with; you can't envy that. It just so happens I recently took an interest in a piece of biotechnology. You can come and try it out when you have time."

Jeff shrugged, completely unfazed by the pressure, and retorted.

A flash of anger crossed the witch's eyes, and she slammed the table.

But after all, they were Transcendents, so this anger was immediately suppressed, but the atmosphere became even more oppressive.

"Alright, alright. Everyone is a partner, after all. If the Yin-Yang Sect envoy sees this, wouldn't it be a laughingstock?"

An old man spoke up as a peacemaker, and the atmosphere eased accordingly.

As Jeff took his seat, the group started chatting, as if what had just happened was merely an illusion.

In the end, everyone was in the same camp, and as partners of the Yin-Yang Sect, they were all clever people who could appear exceptionally kind at any moment.

...

Nie Ning and the others were bored, so they walked toward the area where the young people were.

However, they didn't join in, but quietly listened to their conversation.

Nie Ning was quite speechless about this trip.

The Yin-Yang Sect's recruitment method was too low-key. Apart from some they recruited themselves, the rest were found by these partners.

Just like now, judging by their attire and speech, it was clear these people were from different places.

Although it seemed like a good opportunity to plant spies, facts proved it wasn't that simple.

When the Yin-Yang Sect recruited, perhaps they possessed some special method; it boiled down to two words: "Fate-based."

If you were lucky, you could get in even with poor aptitude, but if you were unlucky, even heaven-defying aptitude was useless.

Among the spies planted by Nalaisi, not a single one had gotten in; they had all perfectly avoided it. One could imagine that other forces were in a similar situation.

Nie Ning couldn't help but complain about Eugene in his heart.

That guy left too hastily, dumped them here, and ran off without leaving a single piece of advice.

"Beautiful, hello. My name is Harasu. Can we get to know each other?"

Just then, The Young Man who couldn't read the room walked up to Amivika and asked very gentlemanly.

Seeing this, Nie Ning's eyes lit up. This routine was a bit familiar.

Nie Ning sat on a chair nearby with interest, ready to see how it would develop.

"What are you doing?"

Amivika looked at Nie Ning speechlessly.

"Oh~"

Nie Ning suddenly realized, remembering that he wasn't just a bystander.

Nie Ning chuckled: "My apologies. I forgot. I haven't done anything for a while, and I even forgot our relationship."