I'm quitting!

Chapter 32 Things have come to this point, let's just enjoy the show.

Five distinctly different pressures pierced through the spy tent, pressing heavily on Lin Xiaofan's shoulders. He held his breath, his fingertips gently parting a thin slit, his gaze like needles, silently piercing the outside of the tent.

"Oh, Master Dan, it's been a long time! How have you been?"

The first to speak was a thin, elderly man, dressed casually, looking like a mountain vegetable farmer. He squinted as he approached Dan Xuanzi, his face full of smiles, but with each seemingly loose step, a barely perceptible ripple spread across the bluestone slab.

This person's aura is only slightly inferior to Master Dan's?!

Lin Xiaofan felt a chill run down his spine and quietly activated his "Eye of Truth".

"Ye You; Sect Leader of the Free and Unfettered Sect; the number one person below the Nascent Soul stage; seemingly carefree, but actually vengeful, once slaughtered the entire Lan Hai Sect for a single spiritual herb."

"Sect Leader Ye, you flatter me." Dan Xuanzi bowed respectfully, his expression respectful but not humble.

"snort!"

A thunderous snort abruptly cut off the pleasantries.

A middle-aged man with a towering, iron-tower-like build took half a step forward. His brocade robe was magnificent, and the gold embroidery on it shone brightly in the morning light.

He glanced sideways at the figure shrouded in a black robe beside him, his nostrils flaring slightly: "I thought I was being suffocated by the stench of a corpse, but it turns out an old ghost has risked his life to come out and sunbathe."

"Xuan Yanglie; Head of the Heavenly Dao Palace; the only ascension of the Gangyang Dao lineage in the next 500 years; violent in temperament, fiercely protective of his own; after his young son was killed by a demonic cultivator, he slaughtered the demonic cultivators of three continents."

The man in the black robe remained motionless. The shadow beneath his hood was bottomless, with only a few strands of withered white hair hanging down his chest. An atmosphere of death permeated the air, and the grass growing in the cracks of the stone slabs at his feet turned yellow and withered at a visible speed, with fine white frost condensing on its veins.

"Li Gui; Grand Elder of the Heavenly Fiend Hall; a powerful expert in the Corpse Path; who perished in the Yin-Slaying Ancient Site 50 years later. Before his death, he refined his life's cultivation into a puppet, causing a century of turmoil in the cultivation world."

Two completely opposing forces collided in mid-air, producing a faint crackling sound.

Lin Xiaofan thought to himself: These two are probably stronger than Dan Xuanzi, at least at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

"It's a rare occasion for us all to gather here today, so let's not spoil the harmony."

A clear voice rang out at just the right moment, like a spring breeze melting snow, reducing the tense atmosphere in the room by a third.

The speaker was a young man carrying two swords on his back. He stepped forward slowly, his face handsome, with a smile on his lips, but the smile did not reach his eyes, which were filled with a cold glint like a sword.

"Guo Jiang; Chief Law Enforcement Officer of the Xuanjian Sect; with a clear sword mind and unwavering enforcement of the law; four years later, due to his impartial enforcement of the law, he offended a senior elder and was secretly poisoned by his Daoist partner, resulting in the complete loss of his cultivation."

"Whoa..."

Lin Xiaofan's mouth opened slightly, and the tension in his heart was mostly dispelled by the melon.

Tsk tsk, the love entanglements in the cultivation world are indeed a tangled mess that's hard to unravel.

The last person stood silently, like a painting.

She was a middle-aged woman dressed in an elegant blue dress, standing behind the crowd without saying a word. But her eyes, from the moment she stepped into the open space, scanned the entire area like a hawk's—the shape of the tents, the density of the disciples' positions, and even the direction of the steam rising from the milk tea stall, all were taken in by her gaze.

"Mi Lanfang; Master of Hundred Flowers Valley; Grandmaster of Spiritual Plants; Leader of the Reform Faction within the Valley; Due to his full-fledged promotion of the new methods, he neglected his only daughter's inner demons, causing her to suffer a mental breakdown and become insane; He appears gentle on the surface, but is deeply obsessed inside."

Just as Lin Xiaofan was about to look away, Mi Lanfang seemed to sense something, her eyes suddenly shifted, and her gaze went straight to the gap in the tent!

Alarm bells rang in Lin Xiaofan's mind. His fingertips trembled, and he quickly closed the gap. Cold sweat instantly seeped out from his back.

"Wow... all the big shots and giants who came are here." He patted his chest and lowered his voice, "I still underestimated the authority of Qingyun Sect."

"You're not going to chicken out, are you?"

Old Xian poked a crystal fish head out from his collar.

"Coward?" Lin Xiaofan scoffed. "If a huge pile of gold suddenly appeared in front of you, would your first reaction be to chicken out?"

With a slight thought, he activated the "ambient narration"—

In an instant, light and shadow shifted inside the tent.

The dome transforms into a deep night sky, dotted with countless stars, with the Milky Way hanging down like a ribbon; the bamboo shadows on the four walls sway gently, but they are not ordinary bamboo groves, but rather outlined by flowing starlight; the ground is covered with a layer of warm, jade-like moonlight, and stepping on it feels as if a clear spring is flowing through one's heart, washing away all worries.

The entire tent seemed to have been detached from the mundane world, falling into a secluded little universe. Pure and mysterious, it captivated the soul, as if one were in a celestial palace.

[Hehe, you've rendered this with such style; it seems you're determined to get your hands on these rebellion points.]

"Who told us we had no safe way out?" Lin Xiaofan murmured, his fingertips already secretly holding the warp marble in his palm.

【Huh?】

The old man's deep blue light focused on the marble.

[Is this the escape tool that the mysterious "old servant" gave you?]

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

【Um…】

Old Xian pondered for a moment, his voice unusually solemn.

Let me tell you now.

[When I was first born, the Script Management Bureau had already begun to "malign." Fortunately, I managed to detach from my mother organization before being corrupted. And this thing...]

[There are signs of erosion... You must be extremely careful if you intend to use it.]

"Did they plant such a huge mine?"

Lin Xiaofan held the marble up to his eyes to examine it carefully, praying that he would never have to use it.

Having made all the necessary preparations, he peered through the crack once more.

Outside the tent, the pleasantries had ended.

Dan Xuanzi and the five giants had different expressions, but they all waited in tacit agreement, and none of them showed any impatience.

Lin Xiaofan was secretly wondering: What kind of person could make these big shots willingly wait here?

Suddenly, a clear and melodious dragon's roar pierced the sky.

Three snow-white dragon horses tore through the clouds, their horns sharp and their manes like waterfalls, pulling a magnificent palanquin that was entirely translucent and seemed to be carved from a single piece of moonlight and ice crystal, as it gracefully descended from the heavens.

The sedan chair touched the ground steadily, raising a thin mist.

The curtain was lifted, and a middle-aged woman stepped out, dressed in a light yellow outfit. Her sharp eyes swept across the entire area. After confirming that everything was safe, she turned back and softly called to the sedan chair, "Your Highness, we have arrived at Qingyun Sect."

A phoenix-patterned shoe stepped out of the sedan chair and gently tapped the ground.

In the fog, the petite figure gradually became clearer—

She was about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a moon-white brocade dress, her figure as slender as a willow in early spring; her long, snow-white hair cascaded down like a waterfall, with only a few strands loosely tied up with a plain silver hairpin; her face was covered with an ice silk veil, which concealed her eyes, but could not hide her small cherry lips and delicate jawline.

She was like a night-blooming cereus in full bloom under the moon, untouched by worldly dust.

"My god... white hair?" Lin Xiaofan clicked his tongue in surprise, just about to activate his "Eye of Truth" to investigate the truth—

The girl suddenly turned her head and, through the veil, accurately "looked" at the gap in the tent!

Lin Xiaofan's heart skipped a beat.

"She...didn't even open her eyes, it must be a coincidence..."

However, the next moment, the girl's lips curled up slightly.

"Hiss—" Lin Xiaofan suddenly shrank back, pressing his back tightly against the tent wall.

Are you allergic to cuteness?

Old Xian's laughter echoed in the cramped space.

The girl is smiling at you, why are you avoiding her?

"What do you know..." Lin Xiaofan rolled her eyes at her, trying to remain calm. "Based on my years of experience surfing the internet, this kind of closed-eye smile... is either a big shot or a boss."

Before the words were finished—

[Rebelliousness Value +50 x 5]

Lin Xiaofan's spirits lifted, and he beamed with joy: "Oh! Master Dan has started."

Outside the tent, Dan Xuanzi had already led everyone to the stall. Amber-colored milk tea was served in jade cups, steaming hot, the aroma of milk and tea mingling and carried on the morning breeze to everyone's noses.

"The Pill Saint..." Ye You stroked his beard, leaned closer to sniff, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes. "Is this the 'spiritual liquid' that Master Lin mentioned in your jade slip? What's it called again... Mama?"

"Milk tea," Dan Xuanzi corrected with a smile, "This is not comparable to ordinary spiritual liquids. As for its true meaning... you might as well give it a try."

Xuan Yanglie frowned, staring at the contents of his cup with disdain. But as the rim touched his lips, his rugged brows slowly relaxed, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Li Gui's black robe rippled slightly, and a very soft, satisfied sigh came from deep within the hood.

Guo Jiang drank it all in one gulp, his fingertips tracing the rim of the jade cup, lost in thought.

Mi Lanfang sipped her drink slowly, her eyes sparkling as if she were appreciating the exquisite proportions of the ingredients.

"Wonderful!" Ye You exclaimed first, "It's mellow without being greasy, fragrant without being overpowering. Drinking it is like a gentle spring breeze, and it even has a subtle effect of clearing the meridians! Pill Master, if this can be mass-produced, our Xiaoyao Sect is willing to purchase more at a reasonable price."

"Hmph." Xuan Yanglie put down the empty cup, his tone still firm, but his eyes softened a bit. "It tastes much better than those bitter pills... The Heavenly Dao Palace doesn't lack spirit stones, it only cares about the effect."

Dan Xuanzi remained calm and slowly extended three fingers: "Three low-grade spirit stones, one cup."

"What?!" Xuan Yanglie exclaimed, "Dan Sheng, are you kidding me?! With this quality, three low-grade spirit stones probably wouldn't even cover the cost of the materials!"

Everyone was shocked and looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Is this price really true?" Ye You asked in a deep voice. "There is no such thing as a free lunch, Pill Saint. Please explain."

Dan Xuanzi's gaze was clear as he calmly met the scrutiny of the crowd: "Indeed. Master Lin once said, 'The way of milk tea lies in sharing, not in profiting.' This is the sincerity of Qingyun Sect."

The entire room fell silent.

Some suspected poison, some suspected a trap, and some were secretly delighted to have gotten a bargain. Amidst their various thoughts, a voice like a clear spring broke the silence:

"May I ask how much your esteemed clan can provide?"

All eyes instantly focused on it—

The snow-haired girl who had been silent all along was now being helped forward by a middle-aged guard. She stood with her eyes closed in the morning light, a faint halo seeming to emanate from her.

Dan Xuanzi bowed slightly: "About ten thousand cups."

The girl's lips curled slightly: "My Heavenly Zhou royal family has always maintained good relations with the Qingyun Sect... I am willing to purchase five thousand cups for twenty thousand low-grade spirit stones."