“Here’s a small gift, what do you all think?”
Sun Gui stood up, stroking his chin with a smile.
Qingyuan Sect was considered a major sect in Ziyang Mansion, but Yunzhou had three realms and twenty-seven prefectures, each not inferior to Ziyang Mansion. The accounts he handled each year could build several sects of Qingyuan Sect’s scale.
He calculated accurately.
What was outside was exactly equivalent to the treasury of a medium-sized sect.
But the hall was very quiet.
Qian Bufan: “…..”
Ouyang: “…..”
He scratched his head, calculating how many sets of brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones for his junior brother Li could be bought with those outside.
Xue Jing: “…..”
Thinking of Little Li pouring out medicinal ingredients one after another, Old Xue didn’t feel any ripple in his heart.
The scene was extremely quiet.
It was too quiet, making it somewhat awkward.
Sun Gui was at a loss; could it be that Qingyuan Sect’s wealth was far richer than he imagined?
Or maybe they were seen the world and showed no emotion?
That Li Mo, though young, had never seen such a scene…
“What does Young Hero Li think?”
“I look down on money as if it were dirt, and I have no interest in gold and silver treasures.”
Li Mo smiled politely.
He felt a gaze behind him.
As everyone knows, Little Li doesn’t have eyes on his back.
But wasn’t he training with his beauty of a master during that time? Wasn’t that time wasted?
This time, it came in handy.
“Please, Manager Sun, take these gifts back.”
Sun Gui’s expression changed. Being good at reading people, he saw no greed or reluctance in Li Mo’s expression.
Is this really a person of noble character, free from low tastes?
But… everyone has something they desire in life.
It’s nothing more than fame, profit, and status, or perhaps their own strength and transcendence.
Sun Gui narrowed his eyes and laughed:
“In that case, I apologize for being presumptuous.”
“But do you know, Young Hero Li, that my Hengtong Commerce has business routes all over the world? All kinds of rare treasures, magical pills, divine weapons, and secret techniques can be found here. Even if they’re not available now, they can be obtained through connections.”
“Divine weapons?”
“Uh…”
“Do you have any divine weapon-like swords?”
Sun Gui’s smile suddenly stopped.
Most divine weapons are usually in the hands of top-tier Heavenly Rank experts. Even they don’t use them lightly, often keeping them in sacred places like ancestral halls.
“The commerce can find them, but this exceeds my authority…”
“So, it’s just an adjective. What about divine pills?”
“…”
Sun Gui himself practiced only high-grade martial arts.
“Do you have any pills similar to Nine Dragon Tiger Golden Core?”
Li Mo asked.
“Huh? What’s that?”
Sun Gui was touched by his knowledge gap.
Why did his current situation feel a bit like… being limited by poverty in imagination?
Tang Xiaobao scratched his head: “Junior Brother Li, what he said just now seems to be all adjectives.”
Sun Gui suddenly felt a bit hot, breaking out in sweat.
He paused for a moment, easing the awkwardness:
“Let’s order first.”
“We can talk more while we eat… Waiter!”
Li Mo said: “The waiter is sleeping in the firewood shed.”
“Huh?” Sun Gui was stunned, then laughed: “Actually, I’m quite familiar with the boss here, so why not ask him to join us?”
“You mean Manager Zhang? He should be… on his way back home,” Li Mo pondered.
“He went back? Why so suddenly…”
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“Of course because he sold the tavern for a low price.”
“Old Zhang once said this tavern was the culmination of his efforts. How much would make him give up this place and go home to retire…”
Sun Gui picked up the tea and took a sip.
Li Mo said: “A box of banknotes, as big as this box.”
“A box… of banknotes? Who would be so foolish…” Sun Gui scanned around, then asked in confusion:
“How did Young Hero Li know so clearly?”
Li Mo expressionlessly pointed at himself:
“Because the foolish one is me.”
“??”
Sun Gui suddenly understood why Li Mo had no interest in money.
He coughed lightly, his voice much softer:
“In fact, my eldest daughter is very beautiful, educated, gentle, and she admires Young Hero Li greatly. She should meet your standards.”
“Beautiful and wealthy apprentice.” Shang Wu smiled, nudging Li Mo with her elbow.
Li Mo waved his hand vigorously: “I have no interest in ladies of noble families.”
Sun Gui continued: “Then my second daughter, though a bit spoiled, is lively and loves chivalrous deeds…”
“Even spoiled daughters are the same.”
“My third daughter works at the government office, now a chief constable, hates evil, and will not coexist with crime.”
“….. Can she help me eliminate Misty Rain Tower?”
Little Li had black lines forming on his forehead.
Isn’t this Manager Sun so full of daughters?
It’s quite troublesome. He suspects that if he accepted all of them, Manager Sun wouldn’t mind him taking them all.
But his meaning is very clear!
Why insist on marrying him… It’s all because of Tian Miao, whether it’s true or false, does such inappropriate content need to be written on the Qianlong List?
“For now, I have no plans to marry,” Li Mo said helplessly.
Sun Gui fell silent for a moment, asking: “How about… Young Hero Li meets my daughters one by one? Maybe you might hit it off, and time will bring affection…”
Li Mo’s eyes were clear and resolute: “Impossible, absolutely impossible!”
After he finished speaking, he felt someone sitting beside him.
Ying Bing drank tea nonchalantly, her ice-like skin and jade-like bones making her incomparably noble.
Caught in her gaze, Sun Gui suddenly felt cool.
But why did he sweat even more uncontrollably?
“I appreciate Manager Sun’s intentions, but please take back these gifts.”
Li Mo took a sip of tea.
Sun Gui was also a man of the world, adapting readily:
“There’s no reason to take back gifts given at the door.”
“It’s worth it just to get acquainted with Young Hero Li.”
He clapped his hands again.
The servants who followed brought in another box.
Li Mo noticed that the box was particularly luxurious; the material used to make it was almost as valuable as the same weight of gold.
“What is this?”
Li Mo asked.
Sun Gui walked to the central box in the hall and patted it twice:
“Although it may not seem precious to Young Hero Li, it is something useful.”
He was about to open the box.
Suddenly, his heart trembled, and he looked up to see that the elders of Qingyuan Sect across from him were also reacting similarly, as if they had discovered some change.
Not suddenly.
In the next moment, the box exploded.
The internal field instantly descended.
Pitch black like ink, the tavern instantly plunged into thick darkness where one couldn’t see their hand in front of their face, as if all light had vanished in an instant.
A change of era?
Isn’t this the signature martial art of Evil King?
The names flashed through everyone’s minds instantly.
Disciple of Evil King, ranked 73rd on the Human List, Ten Thousand Horses Silent Saber — Peng Keshan
