Ye Qinghan's rhetorical question stumped Fan Yin. How long had they known each other? If she wanted to rely on the two secret techniques in the Immortal Text to convince him, then it would be too easy.
Fan Yin stared at Ye Qinghan with wide eyes, but he didn't back down.
"Senior Apprentice Sister, it's not that I don't believe you, but you know the value of Eternal Pills better than I do. This thing is not a bet. I have to keep two or three Immortal Pills in my hands. Dawn is one of my people, at least half of it. Our Crazy Sect only has one Immortal Pill, and only one is left. I have to get it back to the Crazy Sect and let my beloved wife and son take it, or let me take it. At the very least, it has to be someone trustworthy like Emperor Feng, right?" Ye Qinghan explained.
"I found that you, kid, have a really big taste. You can't wait to take all the good things to your Crazy Sect." Fan Yin spoke up with anger.
"Hehe, Senior Apprentice Sister knows me best." Ye Qinghan spoke with a flattering smile.
"Okay, I don't want to talk nonsense with you. I'll go back and ask my old man, and then come find you." Fan Yin impatiently waved her hand and reprimanded.
"Then, many thanks, Senior Apprentice Sister. When I become rich in the future, I will definitely show my filial piety to you." Ye Qinghan still had that flattering smile on his face, which made Fan Yin even angrier.
But at this moment, a crisp knock came from outside the door.
"Sirs inside, two elders from the Situ Clan have come. They say they want to invite all of you over for a meal as a show of hospitality. I wonder if you'll be going or not?" A female voice came from outside the door. It should be a servant girl from the Immortal Intoxication Residence.
Fan Yin stretched and sighed, "It's really annoying. Every time they come to invite me, I think I've already refused twice. As the saying goes, you can't do it more than three times. If I refuse again, it would be a bit unreasonable."
Fan Yin muttered to herself, then turned to Ye Qinghan and said, "Go and reply to them. Tell them to make the arrangements tomorrow. I have to rush back."
Now that Ye Qinghan had gained some benefits, he naturally did not have to worry about running errands. He got up and walked to the gate of the courtyard. When he opened the door, he saw a servant girl and two old men behind her. They were all upper level masters, but they kept a low profile, as if they were afraid of Fanyin.
Ye Qinghan looked at the two elders, cupped his fists, and bowed slightly. "Greetings, Seniors. My Senior Sister has asked you to prepare. You can do it tomorrow."
The two old men outside the door were overjoyed. They cupped their fists and said, "Thank you, Little Brother. Please bring the others with you tomorrow. My Situ Family will definitely be honored."
Ye Qinghan thanked him profusely. After all, the Situ Clan was one of the Hundred Great Clans. Since they had already said so much, wouldn't it be disrespectful if he didn't go? Maybe the small gift from the Situ Clan would be enough to feed the Kuang Sect for a few years.
After sending off the two from the Situ Clan, the Son of War came over with Zhan Jiuxiao before the door was closed.
"Sect Master Ye, did you drink to your heart's content yesterday? Why don't I treat you to a meal this afternoon? Let's find a restaurant with a unique style and have a drink? "The Son of War said with a smile.
Ye Qinghan smiled. The Son of War had saved several lives of the Kuang Sect. How could he not give him face? He quickly said, "Brother Zhan is too polite. I should treat you to a meal to express my gratitude for your help at Xuejia Pass. I hope Brother Zhan will give me some face."
"Hahaha, Sect Master Ye is too polite. After all, my Zhan Family has a share of the Celestial Elixir. If we lose it, we will be at a disadvantage. But since Sect Master Ye said so, let's have a meal together. I am the host here. I know many places that are not inferior to the Drunken Immortal House. The Son of War was very forthright. The people of the War Clan were like this. They were never polite to their enemies and were never stingy to their friends.
Ye Qinghan was full of smiles. He was naturally happy to make friends with people like the Son of War. However, there were still many people in the room. He asked, "Brother Zhan, should we call Senior Sister Fan Yin?"
The Son of War heard this and quickly waved his hand. He whispered, "Please don't. This woman is crazy after drinking. She loves to brag. The key is that she is too strong. None of us can control her. This meal will be just the three of us. You and Jiuxiao have met before. We are all acquaintances. It is convenient to eat together."
Ye Qinghan did not see Fan Yin's drunken and boastful look last night. Otherwise, it would have been fresh in his mind.
Hearing the Son of War's words, he quietly closed the door and left the courtyard with the Son of War. It was a good opportunity to lie low for a while. Fan Yin had indeed been looking for trouble with Ye Qinghan recently. It was just that she had not found a good reason.
When they reached the front yard of the Drunken Immortal Residence, Ye Qinghan said to a manager, "Give me three jars of Drunken Immortal Wine. I will pack it up and take it away. Put the bill on Fan Yin's head. I am her Junior Brother. We came together yesterday. You have met before."
The manager's mouth twitched. Thinking of the manager who was beaten up by Fan Yin yesterday, he trembled. He did not dare to ask any more questions and took out three jars of Drunken Immortal Wine.
Ye Qinghan took the three jars of Drunken Immortal Wine and handed one to the Son of War and Zhan Jiuxiao. The three of them quickly left the Drunken Immortal Residence.
On the main road of Xuejia Pass, there were many pedestrians. They were all unfamiliar faces. Most of the people did not know each other. They were all from different places. The outside world was so vast. Even a saint like Zhan Jiuxiao, who had shown his face in public, was not recognized by many people, let alone Ye Qinghan and the true disciple, the Son of War.
The Son of War probed, "Sect Master Ye, you seem to have offended Xia Jiulong."
Ye Qinghan rolled his eyes and snorted, "I did not offend him. He offended me. I just entered the Holy Empire and he threw me into the Heaven Sealing Prison. How could our relationship be good?"
The Son of War and Zhan Jiuxiao looked at each other. In the world, only Ye Qinghan would dare to say that Xia Jiulong had offended them.
"But he didn't get anything out of it. He offended me, so I took Feng Huang out of the prison. We're even now, but he seems to have his eyes on me." Ye Qinghan shrugged and told them about their feud.
"Brother Ye's temper is to my liking. Hahaha … Interesting. All these years, the core disciples have been quite harmonious. Everyone gives Xia Jiulong face. Xia Jiulong doesn't want to compare himself with younger core disciples like us, so there hasn't been a battle between Legendary experts. You, on the other hand, fought him as soon as you advanced to the Legendary level," the Son of War whispered with a laugh.
"I'll definitely fight him more than once. As long as he doesn't reach the upper level, he won't be able to kill me." Ye Qinghan said confidently.
The Son of War shook his head and reminded him, "Don't underestimate him. He was the strongest person at the same level back then. He wasn't joking around. Two days ago, when he fought you, he only used ten percent of his power. He didn't even use his true Profound. I advise you to avoid him before you reach the next level."
Ye Qinghan wasn't going to admit defeat, but he knew the Son of War had good intentions. He didn't say anything more about Xia Jiulong.
The three of them walked along the official road. The road was connected in all directions, and there were restaurants and inns everywhere. After all, this was where all the holy lands intersected. People came from the south and went north, and they all came here to replenish their supplies. So, this was the busiest business district.
But when there were too many people, there was bound to be conflict. When Ye Qinghan and the Son of War reached a crossroad, they heard the sound of an argument coming from the crowd. Many people were pointing and talking, as if they were angry.
Ye Qinghan didn't want to be a busybody. After all, he still had the immortal medicine. But for some reason, he subconsciously walked toward the crowd to see what was going on.
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