Chapter 85: A Place Where One Faces Death Without Fear
In Hua Jianglian’s room.
Young Master Sang sat in a chair, arms crossed, glaring intensely at Hua Jianglian.
Hua Jianglian, on the other hand, was sitting on her bed, nervously fiddling with her fingers.
“I, I know… the sect doesn’t have much money lately.”
“I’m not trying to waste money on purpose.”
“But… that’s a limited edition!” She looked at Young Master Sang with puppy eyes, “If I don’t buy it now, I won’t be able to get it later!”
Young Master Sang, of course, was unmoved.
Come on.
Fusa Pavilion’s marketing tactics were old news from his previous life.
But no matter where you are, it seems like the money of a die-hard fan is treated like it’s just free dough.
Just throw a fancy name at them, and you can fleece them good.
Young Master Sang was long immune to such capitalist traps.
But clearly, for Hua Jianglian, this trick still held deadly attraction.
Seeing her fidgeting awkwardly, as if she were about to cry if she couldn’t get that figurine, Young Master Sang sighed helplessly.
“By the way, Sect Leader, there’s something I’ve always wanted to ask.”
“You’re the head of a sect, why do you always look so poor?”
“Because I actually don’t have any money,” Hua Jianglian pouted, fluttering her large eyes. “It’s so hard to make money. There are just too many manga and merch I want to buy.”
“Shouldn’t it be the other way around?” Young Master Sang raised an eyebrow.
“We’re Demon Cultivators after all, especially with the strong Heavenly Punishment Department. Our resources should be pretty good, right?”
To his surprise, Hua Jianglian countered with a bewildered look.
“Just because my subordinates are strong doesn’t mean they earn more, does it? What does that have to do with me?”
Young Master Sang was left speechless.
After a moment, he suddenly felt tears welling up.
Heavenly Father.
If only I could have encountered a boss as conscientious as you in my last life.
Would I have had to be drained dry by those capitalist vampires daily?
You’re not just my sect leader.
You’re practically our mentor!
“The wages in the Demon Cult are quite good. I basically give you all the money you guys earn.”
Hua Jianglian sat on the bed, fiddling with her fingers, looking dejected. “I don’t have much left… I’m too lazy to go out and make money. I just want to stay home, read manga, and be a bum.”
“So naturally, I’m poor.”
Young Master Sang felt deeply touched. He suddenly thought to himself that his best decision in life was to work under the Sect Leader.
“So, most of the money we earn in the Demon Cult goes to the well-paid Heavenly Punishment Department, right?”
“Yeah,” Hua Jianglian sighed. “They risk their lives in all sorts of secret realms or fight with righteous cultivators for territory. It’s tough for them.”
“That money is earned with their lives, so I can’t just ask them for more.”
“How about…” she suddenly looked at Young Master Sang with big eyes.
“Could you loan me some?”
It’s not that he couldn’t lend it.
But with his assets, he would go bankrupt just trying to support the Sect Leader’s lavish tastes.
After all, he wasn’t like the people from the Heavenly Punishment Department, who had exaggerated base salaries and additional huge bonuses.
But thinking of the Heavenly Punishment Department, Young Master Sang did have an idea.
After hesitating for a moment, he said with determination:
“Sect Leader, I can borrow some money from the Heavenly Punishment Department.”
Hua Jianglian’s beautiful eyes lit up instantly, excitedly leaning towards Young Master Sang. “Really?”
“Really.”
Suddenly, Young Master Sang had a grave expression as he said, “However, I might have to pay a great price for this.”
“But, in order to repay the Sect Leader’s kindness, I’m willing to risk my life. What’s a little price to pay?”
“I just hope that when the Sect Leader sees the figurine in the room later, she remembers that there once was a loyal disciple who would give everything…”
His tone grew more sorrowful as he went on, almost in tears by the end.
Hua Jianglian seemed touched, unable to hold back tears as she patted his shoulder.
“Don’t worry. This Sect Leader won’t forget your loyalty.”
“When this Sect Leader gets successful in the future, I will definitely remember you for your contribution. We’ll share the fortunes, leaving no brother behind!”
Young Master Sang: “And if you don’t get successful?”
“Then, we face it together. We’ll just pay it back together.”
Young Master Sang: “?”
He suddenly felt like he shouldn’t waste his youth on this unreliable girl.
“Then, Sect Leader, I’m off.”
“Sang Zhe… safe travels! This Sect Leader will remember you!”
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With this life-or-death mentality.
Young Master Sang arrived at the central area of the Demon Cult Mountain Gate.
Here stood a resplendent building, grand and spacious. It stood out among the many structures in the Demon Cult.
Standing at the entrance, Young Master Sang took a deep breath, prepared himself mentally, and stepped inside, heading toward a secluded residence.
This residence was not small and appeared elegant and serene.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” a gentle voice inquired.
“Uh, it’s, it’s me.”
Suddenly, the courtyard was filled with a rustling whispering sound. It felt like they were surprised yet excited.
After a long pause, another voice responded.
“Come in.”
Pushing the door open, walking along the long path, Young Master Sang arrived at another door.
He was mentally prepared.
As if behind this door, he was about to face hell itself.
Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself and suddenly pushed the door open.
The next moment, a fragrant breeze wafted by, and the sound of charming laughter filled the air.
Dozens of beautiful girls in revealing clothes rushed over to surround him.
Soft jade and fragrant warmth; he found himself dazzled by countless enchanting figures.
“Ah, Young Master Sang is here!”
“Look, it’s really Young Master Sang!”
“Finally, Young Master Sang, you’re here to see us!”
“Young Master Sang~ we’ve been so lonely; you should come and hang out with us more~”
A chorus of enchanting voices made Young Master Sang break out in goosebumps.
In the end, a slightly seductive voice shooed the crowd away.
Once the girls dispersed, a beautiful woman lounging in the hall was revealed.
She had a peach blossom complexion, dressed minimally as if just draped in a loose garment.
Especially her voluptuous body, the ample curves barely contained by her low-cut dress.
“Oh, what a rare guest.”
“Isn’t this Young Master Sang?”
“You’ve been quiet for so long… turns out you still remember your sisters.”
The woman shot him a playful look, her eyes sultry with a hint of reproach, but even her reproach was charming and captivating.
Even with Young Master Sang’s thick skin.
Encountering these women would make him blush fiercely.
It’s not that he lacked purity.
It’s just that they… were way too intimidating.
Indeed.
These were the immortal beings he had fallen in with before.
The one in front was previously one of the top immortals from a prestigious sect.
Meng Qiyan.
(Tune in tomorrow at the same time for four updates.)
