Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses-Chapter 628 - 591: Trade and Confrontation (Combined - )

Chapter 628: Chapter 591: Trade and Confrontation (Combined Chapter)

The people in this world are much like those in ancient times from Lou Yi’s previous life; they value subtlety and restraint.

For someone like Lou Yi to boldly tease, especially targeting a cool fairy from Qingluan Palace, is as rare as Heaven and Earth Wonders.

After a slight moment of surprise, Wei Rou quickly reacted and asked, "Fellow Daoist Lou, you’re joking, aren’t you? It’s been only seven or eight days since we last met; where did you get ’a period of days’ from?"

"Indeed, I misspoke," Lou Yi nodded solemnly, "As the saying goes, ’one day apart feels like three years.’

In truth, Fairy Wei and I haven’t seen each other for tens of springs and autumns."

Upon hearing this, those present exchanged bewildered glances.

"Why didn’t I realize before that you could be so glib?" Wei Rou retorted with a hint of chide, showing a rare girlish demeanor.

Noticing the strange looks from those around them, she regained her composure and asked, "Fellow Daoist Lou, you didn’t come looking for me specifically, did you?"

"I came especially to ask Fairy Wei for help," Lou Yi said seriously.

"What kind of help?"

"Fairy Wei must have heard about my sect’s situation; we’re extremely short on Spirit Stones now.

We wish to ask Fairy Wei to introduce us to your palace master for a discussion. Considering the ties between our sects, we hope for some support."

"I’m of minor influence; how could I help you with this?" Wei Rou shook her head and refused.

Lou Yi persuaded for a while, but Wei Rou still didn’t agree.

He was helpless, and looked at his master and others, considering returning.

Just then, he heard a familiar voice transmission: "I can help you, but you have to do something for me first."

"What is it?" Lou Yi was delighted; he feared no conditions, only the lack of a breakthrough.

"In these past two days, several ’flies’ have been buzzing annoyingly around me, making quite a racket. I want Fellow Daoist Lou to help me get rid of them."

"Flies?"

Seeing Lou Yi’s confused look, Wei Rou began to explain, "The Thunder Shock Sect from the heart of Central Continent, have you heard of it, Brother Lou?"

"I know a bit," Lou Yi replied.

He actually heard of Thunder Shock Sect during a chat with Bi Yaoyao.

It’s a major sect in the heart of the Central Continent. Although its strength doesn’t match top sects like Taiyi Sect or Limitless Sword Sect, it’s nonetheless formidable, having had Nascent Soul True Monarchs in history.

Though somewhat declining now, its foundation remains intact, with reportedly more than five Golden Core Masters.

Overall, it might be stronger than the combined forces of the four northern domains.

"Two days ago, Thunder Shock Sect dispatched some young male cultivators to form alliances with our female cultivators to strengthen ties between our sects.

Originally, this was quite ordinary, but the one facilitating the alliance is our sect’s Qingxin Pavilion elder. She doesn’t have many followers of her own, so she’s targeting some disciples under our Ruyi Pavilion..."

As Wei Rou elaborated via voice transmission, Lou Yi discerned the gist of the situation.

It involved the factional dispute within Qingluan Palace.

Someone in the sect wanted to use Wei Rou and other disciples as leverage to curry favor with Thunder Shock Sect, benefiting significantly from the alliance.

But the faction nurturing Wei Rou and others was unhappy about this.

First, most benefits would go to the opponent, and second, they were reluctant to form alliances with an external force like Thunder Shock Sect. Thus, they were scheming to sabotage this ’social event.’

As the only Qi Cultivator to have made it onto the demon-slaying list, Lou Yi’s renowned strength made him suited to be the disruptive force.

Understanding this, Lou Yi felt assured, realizing his value was greater than he had thought.

He began negotiating with Wei Rou: "If I can assist, how many top-grade Spirit Stones might your sect support?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Rou nearly rolled her eyes and said crossly, "Brother Lou, you are excessively mercenary; you’ve begun setting terms already?"

"Apologies, Fairy Wei; the sect’s situation is urgent," Lou Yi explained.

"I thought perhaps Brother Lou truly harbors some affection for me," Wei Rou’s words carried a sense of grievance, leaving Lou Yi unsure how genuine or false it was.

Her beautiful face accompanied the sentiment, and an ordinary man might be willing to go through fire and water for her.

However, Lou Yi’s heart was firm as iron; he merely laughed and said, "I definitely hold feelings of friendship for Fairy Wei, but business is with your sect; they are separate matters."

The two bantered a few more times, with Wei Rou occasionally pausing, seemingly communicating with others.

Finally, she offered a thousand top-grade Spirit Stones.

They were to be loaned to the Corpse-Driving Sect, with a twenty percent interest, to be returned within seven years.

The terms weren’t unfavorable; for the Corpse-Driving Sect, urgently needing Spirit Stones, it was a significant support.

Having negotiated the conditions, Lou Yi, He Xiang, Qiu Shaojie, and others followed Wei Rou into the Qingluan Palace.

In the bright hall.

Above were gilt lamps; the floor was paved with white jade tiles; surrounded by dozens of bronze pillars carved with dragon and phoenix patterns; incense smoke rose in the corners, accompanied by occasional strands of clear air, showcasing the sect’s celestial foundation.

On the purple sandalwood throne at the head of the hall sat two extraordinary female cultivators, each with over a dozen accompanying female followers.

The thrones were merely yards apart.

On the left sat a woman in a black gown, styled in a Sui Yun knot, her expression gentle and elegant.

On the right sat a woman in a white gown, styled in a Ling Yun knot, her face cold, exuding an innate unapproachability.

Despite their youthful appearance in hair color and complexion, their occasional glances betrayed a hint of age, indicating they were not as young as they seemed.