Chapter 350: 350. Only 68, bring a handsome man home.

Yun Zheyue also realized she had lost her composure a bit, regained her calm, and said, “Did he ask that after seeing your body?”

Jin Xihai nodded, still remembering the masked man who mocked her as a little white tiger.

Yun Zheyue fell into thought; the person called out Ling Xiaoyue’s name upon seeing Jin Xihai’s hairless feature, clearly knowing that Ling Xiaoyue’s cultivation method would cause hair loss.

What is this person’s relationship with Ling Xiaoyue? Are they really a member of the Demon Sect?

As Yun Zheyue pondered, Jin Xihai didn’t dare make a sound, despite being very curious about Yun Zheyue’s reaction.

After thinking for a while, Yun Zheyue told Jin Xihai to continue her story, and when she finished, she let her leave.

Jin Xihai bowed in farewell, suspecting that there might be some undisclosed relationship between Ling Xiaoyue and Yun Zheyue, but she wouldn’t act strange just upon hearing the name.

Regardless, Jin Xihai didn’t plan to tell anyone about this matter.

Yun Zheyue had shown great kindness to Jin Xihai, having taught her a mysterious skill; even though it caused hair loss, it was powerful, and she even saved her from punishment when a mission failed.

Therefore, Jin Xihai was already devoted to Yun Zheyue, and naturally wouldn’t spread her business around recklessly.

After Jin Xihai left, Yun Zheyue slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the scenery outside.

After a long time, she sighed deeply.

“Master…”

It seems necessary to make a trip to the Cloud Sea Mountains.

…

Cloud Sea Mountains, Heavenly Sword Sect.

Feng Qin sat in the clouds; today, it was her turn to guard the Mountain Protection Array.

In reality, there wasn’t much to guard; over the centuries, only a certain shameless rogue had been coming in and out of the protection array.

Speak of the devil, Feng Qin noticed a tiny black shadow appearing in the distant clouds, soon recognizing it as a gourd-shaped wine jug, with Ling Xiaoyue lying on it, legs crossed, sipping wine like a retired old lady living leisurely.

“Yo Feng Qin, you’re gatekeeping today again?”

Ling Xiaoyue greeted Feng Qin with a smile.

Feng Qin remained expressionless, not wanting to engage with this rogue, who was clearly looking to head out for a jaunt.

She had given up persuading Ling Xiaoyue to enter through the main gate; let her be how she wants to be.

Ignoring Ling Xiaoyue, Feng Qin simply faced away, but Ling Xiaoyue became more excited, flying directly beside Feng Qin to stroll around: “Come up, let’s have a chat, oh, what are you afraid of, I won’t report you for slacking during working hours.”

Feng Qin, annoyingly left with no choice, leaped onto the gourd and sat down in front of Ling Xiaoyue: “What are you really up to?”

Ling Xiaoyue tossed the wine jug in her hand, discontented: “We’ve been friends for years, do I have to have a reason to look for you?”

Feng Qin took a sip from the jug, thinking we’ve only known each other for two years, we aren’t even what you’d call friends, if anything a troublesome acquaintance, plus having you as a friend spells disaster.

Ling Xiaoyue scooted over quickly, pinching three fingers, she said with a playful grin: “Feng Qin, I’m a bit short on cash recently, could you help me out?”

Feng Qin rolled her eyes at Ling Xiaoyue, responding snappily: “No, I’m very poor.”

It was clear this rogue couldn’t have dropped by without reason, turned out she wanted to borrow money.

Feng Qin would rather throw money into the water, at least she’ll see a splash, but lending to Ling Xiaoyue, truly she’ll get nothing, not even a fart in return.

“Oh come on, don’t be so heartless, is our friendship not even worth a penny?”

Ling Xiaoyue affectionately put her arm around Feng Qin’s shoulder.

Feng Qin retorted coldly, “Last time you borrowed thirty-two Silver Scale Jade from me and haven’t repaid.”

“That happened?”

Ling Xiaoyue blinked her big eyes, looking clueless.

Seeing Feng Qin about to leave, Ling Xiaoyue hurriedly pressed her down: “Don’t be mad, I was kidding, I do remember the thirty-two Silver Scale Jade, but I’m indeed strapped for cash lately, lend me another sixty-eight, make it a hundred, and I’ll repay you all together later.”

Feng Qin silently sipped her wine, wearing an expression that screamed disbelief.

Ling Xiaoyue knew that the people in the Heavenly Sword Sect somewhat misunderstood her credit.

But it didn’t matter; she still had a disciple: “You know my disciple, right? A little money-making genius, earning a hundred Silver Scale Jade in just a few days, don’t doubt my repayment capability.”

Feng Qin sneered: “That’s your disciple, what’s it to you?”

Speaking of Fang Zhou, Feng Qin remembered his promotion to Innate, something Ling Xiaoyue seemed unaware of.

After all, Feng Qin only reported to True Master Yu Jian who, due to his relationship with Ling Xiaoyue, surely wouldn’t mention it voluntarily.

“Me and my disciple are on loving terms, his assets are mine, got a problem with that?”

“Then go ask your disciple for money.”

Seeing Feng Qin remained unmoved like pouring water on a duck’s back, Ling Xiaoyue resorted to her ultimate move, whispering near her ear: “Feng Qin, what do you think of my disciple?”

Feng Qin raised an eyebrow: “What do you mean?”

With an ambiguous tone, Ling Xiaoyue said: “Don’t judge a book by its cover; my disciple may seem righteous, but he’s a real introverted flirt, never saying no to women. Lend me some money, and I’ll set up a private meeting for you two!”

Feng Qin looked at Ling Xiaoyue in astonishment; selling off her disciple for some money, are you even human?

Discontent with Feng Qin’s stare, Ling Xiaoyue thought, if a disciple isn’t for selling, what else is there to do with them?

“What kind of look is that? It’s precisely because I’m his master that I know him well. Ever think he might have motherly issues with no resistance to your… assets?”

Feng Qin silently retorted, you’re even bustier and curvier than me, does that mean you’ve already had something going on with your disciple?

Although remembering Fang Zhou’s two sneaky glances at her, maybe the kid is indeed an introverted flirt.

Ling Xiaoyue circled like a madam persuading earnestly: “Don’t miss out, this chance won’t come again, once gone, it won’t reappear. Seize the opportunity, Feng Qin. Only for six-eight, and you get a sexy young man in your arms.”

Feng Qin shook her head with determination: “Having you as a mentor is pure misfortune for him. Stop it, I’m not interested.”

Although Ling Xiaoyue was quite disappointed, she watched as Feng Qin took out a precious bag and poured out sixty-eight Silver Scale Jade.

This was a rare refining material, slightly larger than a fingernail, silvery in color and shaped like scale armor, valuable enough to be used as currency.

Ling Xiaoyue looked at Feng Qin in surprise, while Feng Qin, with a serious face, said: “Don’t misunderstand, I don’t mean it that way, just lending to you for the sake of our years-long friendship.”

Overjoyed, Ling Xiaoyue reached out to grab them, only for Feng Qin to hold her back: “Don’t rush, this time there’s interest; if you don’t repay, it’ll increase by one each year.”

Ling Xiaoyue nonchalantly nodded in agreement, intent on securing the money first, but she’d pay back a single penny over her dead body.

Just after Feng Qin finished speaking, she suddenly frowned and turned: “Hmm, looks like your disciple is back.”

Ling Xiaoyue’s expression changed as she swiftly took the Silver Scale Jade from Feng Qin’s hand.

“Don’t tell him I’m here!”

With that, Ling Xiaoyue rode the wine gourd, a swoosh, and disappeared into the clouds.