Chapter 781 - 531: Qingshan Town, Third Master Song (Part 2)

Song Xian’s gaze swept across.

They quickly put on flattering smiles.

Song Xian observed all this, sneaking a glance at Zheng Yi, and noticed that Zheng Yi showed no signs of dissatisfaction.

Only then did he feel a lot more at ease.

"The Third Master is here again!"

"Third Master, would you like to try some freshly steamed buns?"

Song Xian stopped in front of the bun shop and picked a few steaming hot, fragrant, and soft meat and vegetable buns, putting them in a small basket, and finally took out some coins to hand to the owner.

This startled the bun shop owner greatly.

"Just take it when it’s offered to you!"

Without waiting for the owner to refuse, Song Xian said fiercely.

The bun shop owner shivered and dared not decline further.

"Master, would you like to have a bite?

Though cultivators can take fasting pills, indulging in some grains now and then to satisfy the appetite is quite nice."

Song Xian chuckled at Zheng Yi, appearing very honest.

Zheng Yi accepted the bun, both amused and helpless.

The disciple in front of him was a truly straightforward person, not hiding a thing, yet Zheng Yi couldn’t bring himself to dislike him.

"Alright, I’ll accept your filial respect."

Zheng Yi replied with a smile.

Though Song Xian felt a bit uneasy.

But thinking of how Zheng Yi’s skills were described as unfathomable by the three Honored Guests, even if Zheng Yi reluctantly acknowledged him as a disciple,

he felt he had made a huge gain.

The pair finished their buns and continued walking forward.

They walked along a small path.

Suddenly, "Woooo," a whimpering sound came from the left side of the street.

Zheng Yi turned his head towards the sound, and there it was, the old trick again — a white-clothed woman selling herself to bury her father.

She wore mourning clothes, crying with tears streaming down, sitting by the roadside.

To her left lay the bodies of her unexpectedly deceased parents, covered with white cloth, with their pale faces exposed.

A wooden sign stood nearby, reading "thirty taels to sell herself to bury her father."

A crowd had already gathered, gossiping with sympathy yet appearing helpless.

"Thirty taels, that’s enough to buy several maids."

"Even for a young lady as lovely as this one, you could buy two or three."

"Make way, make way, the Third Master is coming!"

A lackey shouted loudly from within the crowd.

Seeing the situation, Song Xian.

Kicked him on the butt and scolded fiercely, "What are you shouting for? Don’t you know how to enjoy happiness with the people?"

Song Xian sternly rebuked, shoving the lackey aside, looking aggrievedly.

After that, Song Xian nodded.

Turned to crouch down, giving way to Zheng Yi.

"Please, Master."

Zheng Yi glanced at him but did not refuse the goodwill of this cheap disciple and walked over.

Zheng Yi glanced at the stall where the girl was selling herself to bury her father, feeling nothing, and was about to turn and leave.

However, Song Xian chuckled and said, "Master, this girl is quite pretty with a delicate voice.

You should have a girl to warm your bed; this girl has nothing to do with me, and I guarantee she’s a virgin."

Song Xian sidled up to Zheng Yi, speaking with a grin.

If this cheap disciple of Song Xian wanted to buy the girl himself, Zheng Yi naturally wouldn’t interfere, since their relationship was fundamentally a transactional one.

One side provided money, the other completed tasks, and they could part ways when the time was up.

But if it was meant as a filial gift to a master, that was another matter.

"Are you sure?"

Zheng Yi slowly asked.

Song Xian scratched his head, not quite understanding Zheng Yi’s meaning, but continued along the same lines: "She’s just a pretty maid, how could I compete with my master for her?

It’s just thirty taels of silver, are you worried you don’t have enough spirit stones?"

Song Xian asked, looking puzzled.

"Then buy her."

Zheng Yi casually replied.

Song Xian immediately beckoned to the lackey from before.

The lackey hurriedly approached, the grievance from earlier already forgotten, as following the Third Master was a blessing he’d cultivated over several lifetimes.

After giving some instructions, Song Xian soon left with Zheng Yi.

The lackey behind them stepped forward.

Taking out thirty taels of patterned silver, he handed it to the girl who was selling herself to bury her father, saying: "Our people from the mansion will follow you, and arrange a pair of coffins for your parents, to ensure a proper burial.

They won’t be allowed to depart in such a shabby manner.

After that, you will come to work at our mansion. Consider yourself fortunate; you have met a noble lady upon arrival."

"Thank you, master, thank you!"

The young, beautiful girl, dressed in a plain mourning garment, kept kowtowing, her words filled with gratitude.

Song Xian followed beside Zheng Yi, fearing Zheng Yi might not be satisfied.

He hurriedly explained: "Master, I’m doing a good deed too.

If I hadn’t offered these thirty taels of silver, this girl would likely kneel until nightfall without anyone offering this price, after all, it is indeed a bit higher than the market rate.

No one wants to make a losing deal."

"Who said this is a losing deal?"

Zheng Yi paused his steps, a slight smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

At some point, it had already slightly lifted, "Bring that girl later directly to your Song family’s rear mountain, everything will become clear at that time, and you can also bring your three honored guests.

They might even benefit a little."

said Zheng Yi.

Song Xian’s heart skipped a beat, wondering if the girl was peculiar?

But he didn’t think much more.

With Zheng Yi present.

He felt that no demon or monster was worth fearing.

...

During the day, the two had visited every corner of Qingshan Town.

They had thoroughly explored the area where the brothel was and various nooks and crannies.

Zheng Yi had his own plans, through this tour.

He gained a deep understanding of Qingshan Town’s terrain, and also learned a lot about areas bordering the Hundred Thousand Mountains, almost ready to venture to the edge of the Hundred Thousand Mountains for training.

After all, it had been a long time since he’d battled demon beasts, and Zheng Yi felt his combat experience had become somewhat rusty.

As dusk approached.

The sunset was at its most radiant, with the sunset glow dyeing the clouds a vivid red.

Zheng Yi and Song Xian returned to the Song Mansion.

The lackeys sent earlier had long returned, and the charming girl who sold herself to bury her father had already changed into light clothing, no longer dressed in mourning attire.

She appeared even more elegant and beautiful.

Following the Third Master’s instructions, the people in the mansion had already taken this girl to the rear mountain.

This rear mountain wasn’t barren; it had mountains, water, woods, pavilions, bridges, and homes, although not as rich in spiritual Qi and as extraordinary as the Wang family’s rear mountain on Piaomiao Mountain.

But it possessed a unique human touch of worldly life.

At this moment, inside the pavilion.

The four sat across from each other, it was the three honored guests and Song Xian.

Zheng Yi had not yet arrived, Song Xian muttered: "What do you three think? What is my master planning?"

The three honored guests looked at each other, equally perplexed, completely clueless.

"Don’t you think this girl is somewhat unusual?"

Zheng Yi’s voice suddenly echoed in their ears.

Song Xian’s heart was overjoyed, just as he was about to change his greeting, Zheng Yi happened to arrive.

"Greetings, Elder!"

The three honored guests rose in unison, respectfully saluting.

"You may proceed."

Zheng Yi sat down and said.

The three honored guests, having ventured through the Celestial South Market, naturally understood what Zheng Yi meant by his words.

Their faces changed, then they glanced at Zheng Yi.

With their minds fixed, each took out their magical artifact.

Although it was only a lower grade magical artifact, at this moment they felt it should suffice.

The three steadied themselves, their figures slightly flickered, in the blink of an eye they arrived at the pavilion’s long corridor, rushing towards the direction of the beautiful girl.

All three struck together, sword light flashing.

Every move aimed at the vitals, to take life.

However.

Faced with the trio’s attack, the beautiful girl was not injured, but nimbly dodged within the dense sword light.

"Just as Elder said, she’s indeed a demon!"

One of the honored guests’ face turned solemn, shouting loudly.

The other two honored guests, on the other hand, appeared exhilarated.

After all, today with Zheng Yi, a great cultivator of late-stage Qi Refining, suppressing the scene, the demon’s flesh and bones before them were indeed a considerable reward.

If this demon’s cultivation was slightly higher, perhaps there might even be a demon core, which would be the greatest surprise.