Published: March 9, 2025
Looking at Chu Yang's indifferent expression, Yan Rushan truly wished he could swallow him whole. His hair stood on end from anger, and after a long time, he finally let out a heavy breath and said, “Hello! You’re great! You’re really great! You’re just too great!”
He turned around and strode away.
He was genuinely afraid that if he stayed any longer, he wouldn't be able to resist the urge to crush Chu Yang to death…
I have traversed my whole life and have never encountered such an infuriating soul weakling!
So much good material is being wasted like this? And you still want them to go out and work? Go out and farm?
Is there no heavenly principle left?
Yan Rushan could see that Chu Yang clearly had no intention of cultivating these people himself.
This point was very clear from Chu Yang's attitude.
Moreover, with so many people, Chu Yang couldn't possibly cultivate them all.
But are so many talented individuals really just going to be left to farm?
To waste such talents is an understatement!
Just thinking about this made Yan Rushan feel like spitting blood.
If such a matter were to be known by those major sects… Yan Rushan could imagine that Chu Yang would definitely be captured by those people, skinned, demoralized, then set on fire and finally thrown into a pot of oil to fry…
Yan Rushan angrily flicked his sleeves and left. The only consolation was that King’s Blade's aptitude had also improved… He had promised to personally train him back then, and after a few days when he recovered from his injuries, he would naturally begin to train him!
This, Chu Yang couldn't leave him to farm, could he?
Another day passed…
When Chu Yang was about to lose hope, the lord city master finally arrived.
“Brother Chu Yang, hahahaha…”
The attendants behind him nearly had their eyes pop out. They would swear to the heavens that since the city master arrived at Purple Cloud City, he had never been so warm and close to anyone!
What is going on here?!
“Yohoho… Brother Wen!” Chu Yang greeted with unfeigned enthusiasm; the two approached each other laughing heartily, just like long-separated brothers. The warmth between them was indescribable.
After inviting the lord city master into the secret chamber, Chu Yang personally brewed medicine, going through another round of the nine layers of ice and fire combined with the eighteen layers of hell.
The lord city master was tortured nearly to the brink of death several times, drenched in sweat, his face contorting into a shade of blue and purple.
After the treatment, sipping tea, the lord city master awkwardly rubbed his hands, “Brother Chu, look at my memory, I actually forgot your consultation fee last time…”
As he spoke, he reached into his pocket.
This statement was indeed true.
The lord city master had forgotten; moreover, he had forgotten in his excitement. At that moment, he was thinking about something else, so how could he remember the consultation fee?
“What do you mean by that?” Chu Yang glared in anger: “Brother Wen, do you look down on me?”
The lord city master was taken aback, wiping his sweat: “Brother, what do you mean…”
“Hmph, how can you charge a fee for treating my brother?” Chu Yang exclaimed angrily: “What do you take me for?”
With a decisive wave of his hand, he declared, “This matter shall never be mentioned again!”
“Brother… this…” the lord city master, visibly moved, said, “This is unreasonable…”
“If Brother Wen insists on paying, then just pay for these two times, and don’t come to me for any injuries in the future! How could a humble person like me deserve a noble person like you stepping foot here!” Chu Yang decisively stated, then sat down angrily, turning his head away.
His expression clearly showed, ‘You’re being distant, and it hurts me!’
“Don’t, don’t… Brother, don’t be angry, I was just saying that offhand…” The lord city master quietly returned the Purple Twilight Coins back into his pocket, wearing a forced smile: “It’s my fault, it’s my fault, what does our brotherhood have to do with money…?”