Chapter 335: The Position of Lone Moon Peaks Little Junior Sister Belongs Only to You
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Yu Zhao marveled once again at Senior Sister Zhou’s keen intuition.
“Senior Sister Zhou, I think your suspicions are very reasonable. We must stay vigilant.”
“Yes, I’ve already shared my conjectures with Master. He said he would communicate with the other sect leaders.”
“Senior Sister Zhou, I also have something to tell you.”
Earlier, the news brought by Zhou Jin Yue had shocked Yu Zhao. Now, it was her turn to astonish Zhou Jin Yue.
Zhou Jin Yue stood up, her brows furrowing in urgency. “This is of great importance. I must report to Master immediately.”
“I’ll go with you.”
“Alright.”
When Sect Master Ji Yuan saw Zhou Jin Yue and Yu Zhao visiting together, he grinned, revealing a set of brilliant white teeth. However, as Yu Zhao detailed her findings, his cheerful demeanor faded, replaced by a grave expression. “I understand.”
“Master…”
Seeing the worry on his eldest disciple’s face, Sect Master Ji Yuan softened his expression. “Don’t worry. Fortunately, Yu Zhao discovered this early. The situation is still under control. Leave it to me.”
Zhou Jin Yue’s anxious heart gradually settled. Although her master had been somewhat carefree in the past, he was never careless in critical matters. Moreover, he had recently recognized his previous shortcomings and was striving to improve, showing more dedication to sect affairs.
Those scheming in the shadows would soon realize just how terrifying a top-tier sect like the Five Elements Dao Sect could be once targeted.
After resolving a major issue, Yu Zhao left the main peak eagerly and headed to Sect Leader Wu Sang’s residence.
Wu Sang had been waiting for her. Upon her arrival, he immediately pushed a medicine bottle toward her. “This batch of pills yielded nine in total. I promised you half, so here are four.”
Yu Zhao raised an eyebrow, about to speak, but Wu Sang interrupted her. “If you’re short by half a pill, consider it my gain. But I won’t let you suffer a loss. I’ve prepared two compensatory options for you.
“Option one: I will refine three more batches of fifth-grade pills for you. Failed batches won’t count; only successful ones do.
“Option two: I owe you a favor. In the future, if you need my help, as long as it’s reasonable, I’ll assist you once.
“This promise is perpetual. Even if I’m no longer the leader of the Green Wood Sect, you can present the token to the next leader, and they will honor this commitment.
“Choose for yourself.”
Yu Zhao was tempted as soon as she heard the first option. But by the time the second option was presented, she hesitated. Both choices were highly enticing, making the decision difficult.
Wu Sang chuckled to himself. An old fox like him, with centuries of experience, couldn’t sway a young junior? Ridiculous.
After a moment of hesitation, Yu Zhao asked shamelessly, “Can I choose both?”
Wu Sang nearly laughed in exasperation. “Of course not!”
Yu Zhao shrank back, avoiding Wu Sang’s spittle. After some thought, she reluctantly said, “I’ll choose the first option.”
“Hmm?”
Wu Sang was surprised. He had assumed Yu Zhao would pick the second option. A sect leader’s promise was incredibly valuable.
Of course, fifth-grade pills were also rare, but compared to a favor from him, their value seemed lesser.
Yu Zhao didn’t explain her reasoning. Wu Sang likely forgot that his chosen Young Sect Master was Mu Ye—her good friend. If she needed help, she could ask Mu Ye directly without relying on Wu Sang’s promise. Hence, she deemed the fifth-grade pills more valuable for now.
She smiled, took the medicine bottle, and changed the subject. “Sect Leader Wu Sang, what is the name of this pill you refined? What are its specific effects?”
Her question hit Wu Sang right in his pride. His mouth twitched into a grin as he cleared his throat. “Since this pill was refined using the Longevity Fruit, I named it the Longevity Pill. It’s no exaggeration to say that one pill equals one life. Even if your Nascent Soul is shattered, as long as your soul remains intact, consuming this pill can bring you back from the brink of death and restore you to safety.”
Yu Zhao’s fingers tightened. “Does it truly have such miraculous effects?”
“Of course it does. Do you know how many rare materials I used for this batch of pills…” Wu Sang began listing the resources on his fingers.
Yu Zhao’s breathing quickened. Her gaze at Wu Sang took on a trace of longing.
Wu Sang sensed something amiss. He panicked. Had he exaggerated the Longevity Pill’s effects too much? Yu Zhao might try to take them all back!
He quickly added, “Four Longevity Pills are already plenty. I encountered some challenges during the refining process, and Hermit Bao Hua helped resolve them. She will also receive one of the remaining pills. I only have four left.”
Yu Zhao’s heated gaze cooled slightly. While she had provided the primary ingredient, Wu Sang had contributed the other materials and the alchemy technique. She couldn’t be too greedy.
She carefully stored the medicine bottle in her storage space and, at Wu Sang’s suggestion, listed three types of fifth-grade pills she needed before reluctantly bidding farewell.
In the cultivation world, there was a common joke: Among the top factions, it was hard to determine which was the strongest. However, the poorest was undoubtedly the Heavenly Sword Sect, composed entirely of sword cultivators, while the richest was unquestionably the Green Wood Sect, famed for alchemy.
Yu Zhao now had firsthand experience of the Green Wood Sect’s wealth.
Ignoring the Longevity Pills, even the three types of fifth-grade pills she requested would have emptied her years of savings. Yet, for the Green Wood Sect, it was like a drop in the ocean.
At least Wu Sang didn’t appear distressed. Though, perhaps he was just putting on a strong front before a junior.
Either way, her gains this time far exceeded expectations.
But as the saying goes, extremes meet. Joy often leads to sorrow.
“Yu Zhao, it’s really you. You’ve returned.”
Lan Zi Yu stood in her path, his eyes red at the corners, his expression desolate.
Seeing his feigned misery, Yu Zhao felt an instant wave of nausea. She realized it had been too long since these people had disgusted her, and her tolerance had weakened.
She cast him a glance, then retracted her gaze and walked past him without a word.
Lan Zi Yu almost failed to maintain his pretense. “Yu Zhao, Little Junior Sister! Don’t leave! I have something to tell you!”
Yu Zhao ignored him and quickened her pace.
“Stop!” Lan Zi Yu roared, striding forward to block her way. “I told you to stop! Are you deaf?”
Yu Zhao gave him a mocking look.
A dog cannot change its nature.
Lan Zi Yu realized he had blown his cover and decided to drop the act altogether. “Yu Zhao, you must have heard by now. Ye Cong Xin was a demonic spirit. We were all deceived by her before. She’s dead now. Come back. The position of Lone Moon Peak’s Little Junior Sister still belongs to you.”
“Lan Zi Yu, you’re disgusting.”
Lan Zi Yu stared in disbelief. “What did you say? Did you just call me disgusting?”
“Yes, didn’t you hear me? Then let me repeat: You. Are. Truly. Disgusting.”
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