“This price won’t work.” Mo Tianliao tossed back the storage bag full of spirit stones and hugged Qingtong’s waist more firmly. He regretted not taking the cat back inside earlier.
Feng Su raised her willowy eyebrows, and her spiritual presence increased: “Duantian, there are rules for everything. You quoted this price, and so I’ll pay this price. But when I decide to pay up quickly, you decide to increase the price on the spot?”
“I heard that you occupied my Medicinal Garden,” Mo Tianliao raised his hand, and the servant at his side immediately refilled his cup with wine. He frowned slightly, splashed out the wine with a flick of his wrist, and said coldly, “Tea!”
The servant was taken aback. Ever since he had entered the Duantian Mo Palace. He had never seen the Demon Lord lose his temper. Usually, he was just stern and unsmiling, but now he was furious. The servant quickly changed the cup and shakily filled it with tea.
Mo Tianliao raised the cup to his mouth and tasted it. The temperature was just right, so he handed it to Qingtong.
Qingtong took a sip.
“Hey, I’ve been sitting here for so long, and no one has poured me any tea. What’s wrong with your palace servants?” Feng Su witnessed this scene and immediately felt dissatisfied.
“A cup of tea will cost you one high-quality spirit stone.” Mo Tianliao said coldly, “Don’t divert the topic, we were discussing my Medicinal Garden.”
“Duantian, are you impoverished to the point of insanity!” Feng Su berated him with her hand on her hips. Out of her peripheral vision, she could see Qingtong and noticed his cool, unruffled gaze. Her anger was quickly dampened. Before such a cool and elegant beauty, she did not want to lose her composure. She flung a spirit stone into the servant’s hand in exchange for a cup of tea. She raised her head and drained it in one swallow, she was really thirsty, having spoken too much earlier.
Qingtong gazed at the two of them, this back and forth haggling had made him sleepy, and he couldn’t help but let out a tiny yawn.
Feng Su looked at the elegant yawn and immediately forgot what to say. “Whoosh” the cup lid slid over. She raised her hand to catch it without looking, and squeezed it into powder: “I can’t afford to compensate you if I hurt your flowery face.”
“Cyan Profound Stone cup lid, three pieces of high-grade spirit stones.” Mo Tianliao said calmly.
Feng Su slapped the table: “You fucking…cough cough, you’ve been dead for three hundred years, was no one allowed to share ownerless things with anyone? It’s good enough that we didn’t turn over your lair.” After cursing halfway, she stopped abruptly, changed to a gentle and charming posture, and slowly persuaded.
Qingtong couldn’t hold it anymore, and leaned on the big pillow of the throne and dozed off.
The Medicinal Garden of Venerable Duantian was said to be a medicine garden, but in fact, it is actually a mountain range full of exotic flowers and herbs. Many rare alchemy and refining materials in the Demonic Path were derived from here, and they were very valuable. Feng Su often needed to take medicinal pills because she wanted to maintain her appearance. She needed this medicinal garden very much, and she only got it from two immortal Demon Venerables at the beginning.
Even after a long talk, the two could not agree on a price. Feng Su added 20% to the price and asked Mo Tianliao to repair her hairpin. In a few days, the Supreme Demon Path Conference would be held, and she was afraid she would be shamed.
When Qingtong opened his eyes, he saw a pair of peach blossom eyes looking at him. He looked left and right, but he couldn’t see Mo Tianliao.
“Are you the Taoist partner of Venerable Duantian?” Feng Su leaned on her chin to look at him.
Taoist partner? Qingtong sat up and tilted his head slightly. People usually said that he was the demonic beast of Venerable Duantian, and such a small one… It is the first time that someone said that they were Taoist partners, but he had to say, listening to this kind of terminology, it was more pleasant to the ears.
Ordinary people who saw the Demon Venerable holding a beauty would think that they were the Demon Venerable’s concubine, but Feng Su was not such a mindless person. When Qingtong entered the hall, she could see that the cultivation level of this person was comparable to her. How can a cultivator in the Half-Immortal Stage be a male concubine for Duantian? What’s more, looking at the cautious look of Duantian, it would be more credible to say that Duantian was the male concubine of this beauty.
“No.” The thin lips slightly opened, and he said the words faintly. The clear voice was like Kunshan jade being broken to pieces, which was extremely pleasant to hear.
Feng Su was so fascinated by the sound that she couldn’t help but get closer: “Then you are…”
I am his master, he is my scratching post, Qingtong was about to speak, when Mo Tianliao rushed over like a wind, and threw Feng Su away. He threw the repaired black hairpin to her: “You can get lost now.”
“Didn’t you say that you wanted to go back to the furnace to re-forge it? Why is it fixed so fast?” Feng Su was taken aback for a moment and took her spiritual weapon to examine it. It had indeed been repaired.
“I’m fast.” Mo Tianliao said without blinking. In fact, Feng Su’s spiritual weapon had its own defects. There were many small arrays in it. And if the spiritual weapon was damaged, these small arrays would gradually weaken and the function of the weapon would be affected. To repair it, he only needed to redraw the small arrays. However, other craftsmen couldn’t see it in any way, which led to the fact that for hundreds of years, Feng Su had spent more money on the repairment of the spiritual weapon than on the initial creation of the weapon.
In the past three hundred years, without Duantian mending it here and there, the spiritual weapon had been half disabled and could barely be used. But a few years ago, Ming Yan’s hand broke the gale array, so she had to find someone to repair it.
Feng Su almost choked. At the beginning, it took him seventy-nine days to refine this spiritual weapon for me. But now it took him less than an hour to make it again. Wasn’t this just cheating ghosts?
“Aren’t you in a hurry?” Mo Tianliao raised his brows, “Put it in the Dantian and keep it warm for a while.”
The so-called refining was actually repairing the damage to the outer shell, which was not necessary for the spiritual weapon, as long as it was warmed up in the Dantian for some time, it could be restored.
Feng Su rolled her eyes. This behavior of Duantian, she and the other Demon Venerables were long used to it. There was nothing they could do about him, but admit he was very good. In the entire Taixuan Continent, one couldn’t find a more powerful craftsman than Duantian, and if she wanted to use a good weapon, she would pay the high price and endure his weird temper.
“The Supreme Demon Path Conference will start right away. I will help you deal with Chi Xiang, and you give me that Medicinal Garden,” Feng Su put away the magic weapon, “I won’t care about the money you overcharged me today.”
Mo Tianliao directly threw Feng Su out, and made it clear that there were important refining materials in the Medicinal Garden, and he would not let anyone have anything. If anyone insisted on not returning it to him, just wait to be beaten at the Supreme Demon Path Conference.
“Senior!” A group of female cultivators in black skirts waited outside, seeing their Demon Lord descending from the sky, they immediately jumped into the air to greet her.
Feng Su somersaulted in the air with the help of several female cultivators, which avoided her falling flat to the ground.
She fell gracefully to the ground. Feng Su fixed her dress, turned her head, looked at the majestic Duantian Mo Palace behind her, and slightly curled her lips: “Go to the Righteous Path to check and find a portrait of the Immortal Qingtong of Woyun Sect.”
“Yes!” The head of the group of women bowed.
As she was talking, she saw a tall man, holding a pup, hurriedly walking towards the gate of the magic palace, and without telling a servant or anything he just went in.
Feng Su sat on the soft sedan chair and sneered: “It’s really interesting.”
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Mini theater:
[What am I for you.]
Master: What am I for you?
Carpenter: You are my cat.
Master: And then?
Carpenter: So I can hold you in my arms!
Carpenter: What am I for you?
Master: You are my scratching post.
Carpenter: (expecting) And then?
Master: So I can scratch you.
Carpenter: “…”
Zaki~ Thank you Kim, Jackie and Pessi for the coffee and donuts 🙂 and to Somebody for the extra cream on the coffee 🙂