Unsheathed

The old porter at the manor of the ghostly cultivator was looking a bit more lively lately, and all she did every day was hope for a visit from the young accountant from Cyan Gorge Island.

Whenever Chen Ping'an came to visit, he wouldn't stay for long, and the only things that he said to her each time were a greeting upon arrival and to bid her farewell upon his departure, but even so, she still very much looked forward to his visits.

On this day, following Chen Ping'an's departure, she remained standing at the entrance of the manor as she watched his departing figure recede into the distance.

She was so distracted by this that she didn't even notice that her master had appeared beside her, and by the time she finally noticed his presence with an alarmed jolt, the ghostly cultivator harrumphed coldly, "Could it be that you're hallucinating about catching his eye and being taken as a maidservant of his?"

She hurriedly extended a curtsey toward her master as she replied in a pitiable manner, "Surely you jest, Master. I wouldn't dare to have such insolent thoughts."

The ghostly cultivator tossed her a pouch of immortal currency and said, "Chen Ping'an will continue to visit our manor frequently over the near future. A snowflake coin a day will be enough for you to revert back to your physical appearance back when you were alive and maintain that for around ten days thereafter. That way, Chen Ping'an won't think that I can't even afford to hire a living porter in my Vermilion Chord Residence."

Hong Su caught the pouch of immortal currency with a grateful bow.

Of course she didn't have actual thoughts of catching the eye of the young and gentle accountant. When it came to the women of the world, they didn't necessarily have to like a man no matter how good he was, and they weren't guaranteed to dislike a man no matter how bad he was. Whoever the matchmaker of the heavens was, they had to have been a very mischievous character.

Hong Su was forced to reside in this deathly manor day after day, year after year, and it was so boring that she felt like she could go mad, so she was very appreciative of the presence of a young man like Chen Ping'an.

The ghostly cultivator normally wasn't fond of conversation, but for some reason, on this day, he remained at the entrance of the manor, looking out at the lake scenery with a concerned look on his face.

The battle between Liu Zhimao and the master of the Heavenly Governess Island had concluded with a crushing defeat for the latter, but even though it appeared that morale had been significantly boosted for Cyan Gorge Island and its allies, all those in the know could tell that regardless of whether it was indeed Liu Zhimao who had orchestrated the tragedy on Hibiscus Mountain, the fact of the matter was that it was going to serve as a major roadblock to his bid to securing the title of ruler of the cultivation world. In the wake of the incident, he had lost the support of many small island masters.