With a nightingale-like melodious sigh, Yang Yan'er, having absorbed enough Huan Yuan Qi, slowly floated out of the ring in her complete soul form.
Compared to the portrait, the real person… oh no, the real soul was ten thousand times more beautiful!
Most importantly, Yang Yan'er in her soul state wasn't wearing shoes; her plain white daoist robe flowed like clouds, and her entire being exuded an otherworldly aura.
The porridge critics were overjoyed.
【Attributes: ascetic, medical fanatic, illiterate (by modern standards), naturally naive】
"Who are you? Where is my disciple? Where is Lin Qifan?!"
Yang Yan'er looked around but didn't find her good disciple. There was only the handsome young man with his hands in his pockets.
Jiang Yu knew it was time to become an actor.
Director Zhang Yimou, please be amazed by me.
"Language Infection activated!"
Jiang Yu feigned surprise and said,
"Fellow Daoist, you said your disciple is Lin Qifan? The evil Devil Son Lin Qifan who kills without blinking, blinks without killing, and whose eyes don't even dry when he kills?"
Yang Yan'er furrowed her brow.
"You know my disciple? And where is this place, who are you, why am I here? What's this about Lin Qifan falling into the Demonic Path?"
She was truly a question-asking baby.
Jiang Yu chuckled, "Fellow Daoist, allow me to explain in detail."
"I am the 105999th generation descendant of Lucy, the ancient great ape-man. My bloodline comes from the noble Yan and Huang Emperors. My physical body was personally endowed by Nuwa, the goddess of creation. I am well-versed in the Six Arts of a Gentleman: courtesy, filial piety, urgency, music, clams, and victory...
Furthermore, I am one of only two Immortal cultivators in the current world! My master is the Great Love Immortal Venerable."
"As for Lin Qifan, he is my classmate. Yesterday, I observed his appearance: a fat head, big ears, shifty eyes, and beside him floated a plump demonic woman imbued with evil energy, emitting waves of demonic qi."
Yang Yan'er hadn't heard of the Great Love Immortal Venerable, but upon hearing about the plump demonic woman with evil energy, she immediately thought of someone.
Fang Meiyun! Was it her?
Could it be that that fellow also left a backup plan, hiding a trace of her remnant soul somewhere, and while she was dormant, used sweet words to deceive Lin Qifan?
"Then, that fellow threw this ring into the trash can. If this humble Daoist hadn't picked you up, you would have completely dissipated once the Huan Yuan Qi within the ring dispersed."
Yang Yan'er took a deep breath and said coldly,
"Impossible. Lin Qifan is my disciple.
I believe he wouldn't fall into the Demonic Path. He must have been deceived by that Fang Meiyun. Take me to find him quickly."
"Pfft, Fellow Daoist, don't be in such a hurry to find your disciple. Pay me back first."
Jiang Yu smiled brightly, like a big brother next door.
"Pay back? What do you mean?"
"I picked you up from the trash can and even infused you with precious Huan Yuan Qi. Doesn't that count as saving your life?"
The thought of her body being filled with Huan Yuan Qi tainted with Jiang Yu's aura made Yang Yan'er feel uncomfortable, but she still nodded slightly in thanks, saying,
"Thank you, but I don't believe my disciple would abandon me. There must be a hidden reason. As for the payment, please grant me a few days' grace."
"Grace? No problem!"
Jiang Yu's smile grew even brighter as he counted on his fingers:
"The life-saving grace plus the Huan Yuan Qi I filled you with totals 700,000 yuan. Consider it a low-interest loan for you, with a daily compound interest of 10%. The interest you'll owe in a month is..."
Yang Yan'er paused slightly and exclaimed, "That's too expensive!"
She didn't understand modern terms like 'loan interest' and 'compound interest,' barely comprehending it as the 'nine out, thirteen back' of a pawn shop.
Jiang Yu widened his eyes, "Where is it expensive? If you don't have money, find your own problem, okay, Fellow Daoist? Why are you cultivating Immortality if you don't have money?
You dared to self-detonate with others without insurance. You're like this (thumbs up)."
Yang Yan'er rubbed her brow, somewhat speechless, and said,
"I am a Nascent Soul Stage Immortal cultivator of the righteous path. I will repay your money. Now, please take me to find my disciple."
Ordinary Immortal cultivators, upon hearing that she was a Nascent Soul Stage mighty figure, would all be respectful, welcoming her like a king, bringing food and drink just to receive a single pointer from her.
Talking about money? How vulgar.
"In that case, how about we sign a contract? Surely a dignified Nascent Soul Stage Immortal cultivator isn't even brave enough to sign a contract, are they?"
Jiang Yu smiled as he pulled out the seemingly ordinary 'heavenly dao parchment' and opened the first page.
He wrote down the terms using his spiritual power:
1. Party A: Jiang Yu (aura imprint)
2. Party B: Yang Yan'er (no aura imprint yet)
Terms of Agreement:
1. Party B owes 700,000 yuan, which, at the equivalent purchasing power (defined by Party A), equals 7,000 spirit stones. Party B must pay back in spirit stones, with no full repayment deadline.
2. Daily compound interest of 10%
3. Party B must pay 10% of the daily interest in spirit stones as a "tax" each day.
Penalty for Breach of Contract:
1. Party B must obey Party A until the terms of the agreement are met or the principal and interest are fully repaid.
2. If Party B refuses a request from Party A once, Party A can impose a "soul punishment" through the soul imprint.
"So long, so many numbers..."
Ancient Immortal cultivators were constantly fighting and killing, either cultivating or plundering heavenly treasures in secret realms, like gangsters from the underworld. One could say they were all illiterate.
Contract? Agreement? Pact?
They couldn't understand it at all; whoever had the bigger fist was obeyed.
Yang Yan'er scanned it once and said indifferently, "I'll sign. Take me to find my disciple."
In the illiterate Yang Yan'er's eyes, it was just an invalid agreement.
Five senses breach penalty? Unconditional obedience? Are you kidding? Can a mere Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator even move a single one of my fingers?
Of course, she wasn't truly planning not to pay, but rather decided to pay when she had money.
As for when she'd have money?
When I have money, I'll have money.
Disagree?
Come on, let's see whose fist is bigger, a Nascent Soul Stage Immortal cultivator's or yours!
Poor illiterate Yang Yan'er, she didn't even understand how terrifying a daily compound interest of 10% was, and just muddledly imprinted her aura.
Little did she know, the iron fist of heavenly dao was already hanging over her head.
Jiang Yu chuckled, put away the parchment, and said,
"No problem, no problem. I'll take you to find your good disciple now."
...
Late at night, next to Golden Foot Impression, at the convenience store entrance.
After smoking a few cigarettes and pondering for a long time,
Lin Qifan finally made a decision: to turn his precious first time into strength.
"I'm so unwilling, but to gain strength and defeat Jiang Yu, I can only rely on this method to improve my realm."
It's common knowledge that foot massage parlors never put 'irregular' business on the table. If you ask directly, the answer you'll naturally get is—"Sorry, we only do legitimate business."
Are you kidding? Don't I know whether it's legitimate or not?
After going through a standard procedure,
Lin Qifan finally saw the path of growth he had been longing for.
P.S.: Undesirable content has been deleted. Please don't ask what the standard procedure is!
