After informing the fat man downstairs, Yun Fan stepped on the red silk and quickly flew towards the Mending Hall.
When he arrived at Su Mengqi's cave, Yun Fan instinctively paused and looked into the cave. However, the cave was completely empty. There was not a single person in sight.
"She's not here again. Where did my master's wife go?"
Yun Fan muttered. He was puzzled. Ever since the day he became her disciple, he hadn't seen Su Mengqi in the past two months. He didn't even have the chance to flirt with her.
Yun Fan shook his head regretfully. He immediately stepped on the ground and continued to fly towards the Mending Hall.
After a cup of tea's time, Yun Fan once again saw the two golden lions in front of the Mending Hall.
The last time he came here, he was very nervous. But this time, he was very relaxed.
At this time, there were some disciples coming and going in and out of the Mending Hall. When they saw Yun Fan's figure, they all stopped and whispered.
"He's Yun Fan, right?"
"Heavens, is he really the Saint's disciple?"
"I saw him last time at the Mending Hall. At that time, he was still a servant. But now … sigh, it's like a dream."
At this time, Yun Fan was no longer wearing the servant's uniform. He was wearing the inner sect's exclusive orange robe. The sleeves and collar were embroidered with golden lace. It was extremely dazzling.
Yun Fan was originally fair and clean. Coupled with the clean robe, he looked even more valiant and formidable. The surrounding female disciples kept casting flirtatious glances at him.
Yun Fan coughed softly. His heart was filled with comfort. He quickly walked into the Mending Hall and saw the middle-aged shopkeeper at the counter.
At this time, a disciple also wearing the inner sect's uniform stood in front of the shopkeeper. This person stood with his back facing Yun Fan. Yun Fan could only see his long white hair. However, his posture was tall and straight. He didn't look like an old man.
Right at this moment, the middle aged manager who was smiling and talking with the white haired disciple caught a glimpse of Yun Fan's arrival out of the corner of his eye, and he couldn't help but be stunned.
Immediately after, the middle-aged shopkeeper revealed an even brighter smile, the corners of his mouth almost reaching his ears. He threw down the white-haired disciple and ran all the way to Yun Fan with open arms.
"Aiya, isn't this Young Master Yun Fan? I've been wanting to visit you for a long time. Why did you come in person today?"
Hearing this, Yun Fan smiled faintly. In his heart, he admired the middle-aged shopkeeper's quick change in attitude. Compared to the first time he came, the difference was too great.
Just as Yun Fan was about to answer, he saw the white-haired disciple turn around. Yun Fan focused his eyes and saw that this person was … Nangong Lingfeng!
At this moment, Nangong Lingfeng's face was ashen because the middle-aged shopkeeper suddenly ignored him. When he turned around, he didn't expect it to be because of Yun Fan. The anger in his heart burned even more fiercely.
In particular, the middle-aged shopkeeper's attitude towards him and Yun Fan had changed twice, which made him even more aggrieved and annoyed.
He should have gotten first place in the Inner Sect Ceremony, and he should have been the one who was admired and praised by everyone. He didn't expect that all the glory that originally belonged to him, Nangong Lingfeng, would be snatched away by Yun Fan.
The failure of the Inner Sect Ceremony directly caused his status in the family to plummet. If it wasn't for his father, who was the Patriarch, arguing for what was right, the cultivation resources that the family gave him would be greatly reduced.
Thinking of this, Nangong Lingfeng was burning with anger. He hated this guy who put him in such a passive situation.
"Aiya, what a coincidence. Isn't this Nangong Lingfeng?"
"Yun Fan …" Nangong Lingfeng's expression was complicated as he clenched his fists.
Yun Fan had a smile on his face. "I've always wanted to thank you. During the Inner Sect Ceremony, if it wasn't for your competition, I'm afraid that I wouldn't have been able to open up the Four Symbols Spirit Seas. I'm really grateful to you."
Yun Fan spoke very sincerely, which made the surrounding disciples who stopped to watch feel his sincerity.
"As expected of a prodigy who rose up in adversity. Yun Fan's neither arrogant nor impatient spirit is worthy of us learning."
"Senior Brother Yun Fan really doesn't put on airs at all. After achieving such great success, he actually gave all the credit to his competitor. He's really broad-minded."
"I can't take it anymore. I think I've already fallen in love with Senior Brother Yun Fan. I want to bear his child …"
When Nangong Lingfeng heard Yun Fan's words and the surrounding whispers, he was so angry that he almost spat out another mouthful of blood.
However, Yun Fan asked with concern, "What's wrong, Brother Lingfeng? You don't look too good. Have you not recovered from the injuries from the competition?"
Nangong Lingfeng's face turned purple. He didn't stay any longer. Without saying a word, he lowered his head and quickly walked out of the Mending Hall. He summoned his Fire Cloud Carpet and flew back to Alchemy Peak without looking back.
"Yun Fan, just you wait. If I, Nangong Lingfeng, don't avenge myself, I swear that I'm not human!" Standing on the Fire Cloud Carpet, Nangong Lingfeng roared crazily. His voice reverberated throughout the mountains.
"Did I say something wrong?"
Hearing Nangong Lingfeng's roar, Yun Fan looked at the shopkeeper and shrugged helplessly. He didn't know how he had touched Nangong Lingfeng's sensitive nerves …
"Haha …"
The middle-aged shopkeeper laughed awkwardly. He copied Yun Fan and shrugged. Right now, Yun Fan was like the sun in the sky among the Fire Spirit Sect disciples. No matter who he offended, he wouldn't dare to offend Yun Fan. He could only listen to what Yun Fan wanted to say next.
"Here are 10,000 spirit stones. It's for my loan."
Yun Fan didn't beat around the bush and directly handed the 10,000 spirit stones to the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper hurriedly took them and nodded and bowed, praising Yun Fan's noble character and reputation.
"There's another thing …"
The shopkeeper smiled and said, "What else is there? Young Master Yun Fan, please tell me."
"I still want to borrow money!"
The shopkeeper was stunned. "Uh … how much?"
"500,000 spirit stones!"
The shopkeeper's eyes almost popped out when he heard that. He said with a sad face, "Young Master Yun Fan, I won't hide it from you. My Mending Hall only has 300,000 spirit stones in stock. Now, all the disciples have lent out more than 160,000 spirit stones. Now, I can only lend you 130,000 spirit stones at most …"
"If that's the case … 130,000 then."
Yun Fan suddenly understood. He originally planned to borrow more spirit stones to cultivate with his status. It seemed like this method wasn't a long-term plan. He should think of a way to continuously earn spirit stones.
Most of the income of ordinary inner sect disciples came from the missions issued by the sect. After completing the missions, they would receive a corresponding number of spirit stones as a reward.
However, in Yun Fan's opinion, this kind of reward was too inefficient. Most inner sect disciples could only earn two to three thousand spirit stones a month. Moreover, it was very time-consuming and they couldn't focus on cultivating.
"How can I earn a large amount of spirit stones …"
As he pondered the answer, Yun Fan subconsciously took the 130,000 spirit stones that the shopkeeper respectfully handed over and placed them into his storage ring. Then, under the awe-inspiring gazes of the surrounding people, he flew away.
After sending off Yun Fan, the middle-aged shopkeeper wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. He thought that Yun Fan would take revenge on him because of the previous incident. He didn't expect Yun Fan to be so generous and didn't take the previous contempt to heart. He couldn't help but admire Yun Fan even more from the bottom of his heart.
"It seems that this kid's success wasn't by chance. In the future, he might become a successor disciple. It seems that I have to be on good terms with him in the future!"
Looking at Yun Fan's figure disappearing into the sky, the middle-aged shopkeeper nodded secretly. He then turned back to the counter and continued to greet the other disciples.
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