Let's Squander A Billion First!-Chapter 1545: Undercover in the Immortal Sect (14)
Would Chuzheng be kind enough to save someone?
The King’s Account guarantees—absolutely not.
She’s saving this person probably for Ye Luo, after all, he’s a witness.
The young man is called Yang Shu, a disciple under the Third Elder.
"Little Senior Sister, about what happened before, I’m sorry..." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Actually, Yang Shu hadn’t done anything too malicious; he had just made some unpleasant comments with his fellow disciples.
But at this moment, facing Chuzheng, all he felt inside was torment.
"Apologizing to me is useless."
I’m not the original host, apologizing to me is pointless.
Yang Shu froze, not quite understanding Chuzheng’s meaning.
The pattering sound of rain echoed in his ears, mist rising and enveloping everything, leaving only blurred outlines in view.
In this small world, an eerie silence descended.
Yang Shu didn’t know what to say.
After a long pause, his lips trembled slightly.
"Th-thank you, Little Senior Sister, for saving me." Yang Shu was nervous and anxious, not daring to look at Chuzheng.
[Congratulations, Miss, for receiving a Thank-You Card ×1]
Chuzheng heard the voice of the King’s Account and then glanced at him: "I didn’t save you because I wanted to save you; no need to thank me."
Yang Shu: "???"
Then... why did she save him?
Chuzheng handed him the jade stone with recording function: "When you get back, I don’t need to teach you what to do, do I?"
Yang Shu recognized the object and knew how to use it.
After watching the contents, Yang Shu looked slightly shocked.
Little Senior Sister had actually recorded what just happened...
Thinking of Ye Luo’s previous decisive actions, Yang Shu tightened his grip on the jade stone: "Little Senior Sister, I understand."
Chuzheng reached out and took back the jade stone: "Come find me to retrieve it once you’re out alive."
Yang Shu: "???"
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Chuzheng planned to wait until the rain stopped before moving. They hid under massive leaves, and Yang Shu sat far away, not daring to approach Chuzheng and the Demon Spirits.
Why does Little Senior Sister seem so... friendly with the Demon Spirits?
These Demon Spirits seem different from others too.
While Yang Shu was lost in thought, the ground suddenly vibrated.
As if something was rushing towards them...
The tremors grew stronger.
Yang Shu first noticed the beast running towards them.
Nearly crushed by the beast before, Yang Shu was deeply traumatized, freezing upon seeing it.
Until Chuzheng tugged at him, Yang Shu snapped back, stumbled, and followed Chuzheng into the rain’s curtain.
The beast pursued relentlessly, roaring while chasing.
The beast was drawn to the scent of the Greenblood Fruit on Yang Shu.
They ran a long distance to finally shake it off.
Yang Shu leaned against a tree, gasping for breath, and couldn’t see the person opposite: "Little Senior Sister, w-will it come back?"
"How would I know."
Yang Shu dared not ask further.
Only now did he notice Chuzheng seemed untouched by the rain, her clothes dry, as if the raindrops avoided her.
Yang Shu didn’t find it odd, merely considering it a spell.
Chuzheng surveyed the surroundings and first found a place to shelter from the rain.
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In the following days, Yang Shu stuck with Chuzheng.
Chuzheng didn’t say much but wouldn’t wait for him, so Yang Shu struggled to keep up.
Finally encountering Ye Luo again, Yang Shu nearly couldn’t resist confronting her.
Chuzheng stopped him, her tone indifferent.
"If she kills you now and says you died accidentally by beast attack in the Secret Realm, do you think anyone will speak for you?"
Ye Luo could even throw him out as a human shield before; now seeing him alive, would she spare him?
Yang Shu instantly calmed down.
Chuzheng didn’t know when Ye Luo obtained the Spiritual Artifact, so she could only tail her.
The Demon Spirits were puzzled by Chuzheng’s behavior.
"Why not rush up and kill her directly?"
Why bother tailing her secretly?
"Do you think I don’t want to?"
Killing has no use; she would still be bouncing around, wouldn’t she?
Bastard, that damn thing.
[...]
Mysteriously being scolded again, better send a task for calming down.
[Main Task: Please spend a thousand Spirit Stones within two hours.] Come on, let’s harm each other~
Chuzheng: "..."
Chuzheng mentally cursed the King’s Account for eighteen generations.
The King’s Account pretended not to hear... after all, it has no eighteen generations since it’s just a system.
Chuzheng was troubled about where to find people for extravagance when she heard voices from afar.
"Are we still going ahead?"
"No, it’s getting dark."
"Then let’s rest here."
Chuzheng quickly targeted this group of people.
Delivered to the door...
Chuzheng pushed through the shrubs, hearing movements as the people there grew alert.
Rustle... rustle...
A hand parted the shrubs; upon seeing a person, the others remained wary.
Chuzheng stepped out of the shrubs, and the other side scanned her, eyes slightly impressed.
The original owner had impeccable looks, definitely top-tier beautiful.
There were many beauties in the Cultivation World, but few had Chuzheng’s charisma.
Someone asked: "Who are you?"
"Someone delivering money to you."
"Huh?"
Half a stick of incense later.
Chuzheng looked at the pile of things before her, as they added more items to it.
"Miss, do you think this is enough?" They hadn’t had much luck after entering, just found this stuff, all not too good.
Chuzheng offered to buy with Spirit Stones; of course, they were happy.
Chuzheng glanced over and nodded slightly, indicating it was fine.
Later, the Bastard kept sending tasks, forcing Chuzheng to keep trading, until fed up, she had someone spread the word, saying people could come and trade with her.
Of course, some had ill intentions, wanting to rob directly.
The outcome was naturally miserable.
With pioneers taught a lesson, subsequent ones dared not act.
"Which sect is she from? So many Spirit Stones; does the sect have a Spirit Stone Mine?"
"I don’t quite recognize..."
"But the guy next to her is from the Yun Sect."
"From the Yun Sect..."
Chuzheng had already turned the place into a small marketplace, with various sects’ disciples gradually gathering.
Some came to exchange Spirit Stones, others just to watch the commotion.
"Hey. Weren’t you going to bother Ye Luo? How come you’re enjoying yourself here?" The Demon Spirits hid in a corner, speaking to Chuzheng.
Do bad things!!
Do bad things!
Chuzheng lay on a chair swapped from who knows where: "She hasn’t found the Spiritual Artifact yet, why rush."
The Demon Spirits bizarrely asked: "How do you know she’ll find the Spiritual Artifact."
Chuzheng: "..."
Let it slip.
"Did I say that?"
"You did!"
"You heard wrong."
The Demon Spirits dared not show up, huddled in the shadow beside Chuzheng’s chair and wagged its tail: "I didn’t hear wrong; you said it, how do you know she’ll find the Spiritual Artifact?"
Chuzheng impatiently threatened: "Speak again, and I’ll throw you out."
The Demon Spirits: "..."
