Chapter 385: You Are a Bit Poor, Just Borrow 10.5 Billion

Chapter 385: You’re a Bit Poor, So Just Borrow 1.05 Billion

Jiang Lingsu nodded.

Only then did Qiong Yunting leave, satisfied.

On the attic, only Qi Yuan and Jiang Lingsu remained.

Jiang Lingsu blinked her eyes: “Senior Brother, now do you know she’s not my sister?”

Qi Yuan looked thoughtful: “She’s our creditor.”

“Ah? You’re really short on money?” Jiang Lingsu was stunned.

“Just a tiny bit,” Qi Yuan replied.

“Why didn’t you say so earlier? Is this enough?” Jiang Lingsu pulled out a storage pouch and handed it to Qi Yuan.

Then, thinking of something, she reached around her body and pulled out four more storage pouches.

Finally, gritting her teeth, she took a pink storage pouch from her bosom.

“These six pouches are all my spirit stones. Is it enough? I’ll lend them to you!” Jiang Lingsu said earnestly.

Seeing this, Qi Yuan felt a touch of warmth in his heart.

His junior sister, the wealthy heiress, was as kind-hearted as ever.

Back when Qi Yuan was still weak, she had showered him with gold coins and spirit stones, and even handed over cultivation techniques.

“Hmm, probably not enough. You should keep this money, Junior Sister,” Qi Yuan said, his hand instinctively resting on Jiang Lingsu’s head, tousling her hair.

“Not enough? What are you buying that needs so much money?” Jiang Lingsu thought of something, a flicker of disappointment crossing her heart as she withdrew her private savings.

She had forgotten—the senior brother of now was no longer the same as before.

These savings she had hoarded for years were nothing to him now.

Just then, Qi Yuan’s hand pressed down on Jiang Lingsu’s soft hand, stopping her from pulling back the pink pouch: “Junior Sister, I don’t want to owe money. The feeling of debt is truly awful—I just want to run away whenever I see my creditor.

How about this: instead of lending me these spirit stones, why not invest in me?

In my game, the real estate business is especially profitable—a sunrise industry.

Why not use these stones to invest in me buying a plot of land? Once I build the underworld, I’ll reserve a spot for you to put up a house, how about that?”

Qi Yuan spoke words that were hard to understand.

Jiang Lingsu seemed to be seriously pondering.

At that moment, Jiang Qian, the steward of the Jiang family’s enterprises, stopped in her tracks. Hearing Qi Yuan’s words, a helpless look welled up in her eyes.

“Miss, investing in housing and land deeds in Yuntian City is not very wise,” Jiang Qian couldn’t help but remind.

In her heart, her estimation of Qi Yuan dropped another notch.

But he was the young lady’s senior brother, so she couldn’t say much.

Though she couldn’t discern Qi Yuan’s cultivation level, just his face alone would be enough for him to marry into the Jiang family.

Jiang Lingsu glanced back at Jiang Qian: “This young lady is investing in my senior brother, not in Yuntian City. I trust my senior brother!”

With that, she pushed the pink storage pouch into Qi Yuan’s hands.

“Save a good spot for me!”

“Don’t worry!” Qi Yuan patted his chest in assurance.

Seeing this, Jiang Qian said no more on the matter and spoke softly: “Miss, there’s news that the Strange Painter will return tomorrow.”

“Mm, good. Tomorrow I’ll go find her with Senior Brother!” Jiang Lingsu was a little delighted.

She could still help her senior brother.

Then, thinking of something, Jiang Lingsu asked casually: “I heard our Jiang family’s enterprises are having some trouble here?”

A trace of worry flickered in Jiang Qian’s eyes, and she said gently: “Miss, I’ll handle these matters. You just need to focus on your cultivation. Once your strength is great, all problems will cease to be problems.”

Jiang Qian was rather envious of Jiang Lingsu.

The young lady was from the main branch of the Jiang family, born with a silver spoon, enjoying abundant cultivation resources.

Moreover, the young lady’s talent in cultivation was also exceptional, granting her the privilege to see the Jiang family’s treasured artifact and have her talents enhanced by it.

But she herself came from a collateral branch. Without outstanding talent or exceptionally striking looks, it was nearly impossible to make great progress on the path of immortality.

People like her usually ended up managing some enterprises outside, earning spirit stones and resources for the main branch’s cultivation.

Thus, she couldn’t help but envy the young lady, who was blessed with both beauty and talent.

If she had even one of those three things—the young lady’s looks, talent, or birth—her life would have been completely different.

After reporting everything, Jiang Qian walked out of the attic, a hint of envy in her eyes.

If only she had been born into the main branch, she could have chosen what she liked, like the young lady, and even keeping a pretty vase around wouldn’t be so bad.

Soon, she cast those thoughts aside and hurried back to deal with the Jiang family’s affairs here.

Just then, footsteps sounded: “Steward Jiang, what a coincidence, meeting you here.”

Before Jiang Qian appeared a man with shifty eyes, dressed in a blood-red robe and holding a fan in his hand, looking utterly flamboyant.

Seeing the newcomer, Jiang Qian frowned slightly: “Young Master Feng.”

The man before her was named Feng Ruohan.

A decent name, but a bad reputation—he was a notorious playboy in Yuntian City.

Still, the Feng family was a major clan in Yuntian City and even in Helan Prefecture, far more powerful than the Jiang family.

Feng Ruohan, in his red robe, was naturally following the legend of the Blood-Robed Sword God.

He closed his folding fan and spoke: “I hear the young lady of the Jiang family’s main branch is as beautiful as a celestial maiden. I wonder if Feng has the fortune to meet her?”

“That matter must be asked of the young lady.”

“Steward Jiang, you’re just a collateral member of the Jiang family. In this life, you probably have little hope of advancement,” Feng Ruohan suddenly remarked.

“What does Young Master Feng mean?” Jiang Qian frowned, wary.

“Very simple. I want to make a deal with you.” Feng Ruohan smiled. “I have long admired the young lady Jiang and wish to form a marriage alliance with the Jiang family. But my appearance is somewhat lacking, and the young lady has that handsome senior brother by her side.

So, I hope you can help me. Pour this vial of liquid into the young lady’s drinking cup.

Once she drinks it, she will be deeply infatuated with me, and the Jiang family won’t notice.

You’ve been wanting to cooperate with our Feng family, haven’t you? If you help me this time, the Feng family will immediately assist you and resolve your crisis.

I will also strongly support you from behind, help you advance. In this life, you won’t be limited to being a mere steward—you might even have a shot at the Divine Infant realm.

What do you think? Is my sincerity enough?” Feng Ruohan stared into Jiang Qian’s eyes.

Jiang Qian’s face turned pale, and her hand was already ready to activate a teleportation talisman: “Forgive me, Young Master Feng, but such a joke is not amusing.”

Feng Ruohan’s expression froze: “You mean… you want to refuse?”

Murderous intent surged in his eyes.

Before coming, he had already set up a formation here.

Since Jiang Qian had heard his plan and still refused, death was her only path.

Once Jiang Qian was dead, he would have a proper encounter with Jiang Lingsu.

He grinned, his eyes revealing a cruel and lecherous smile.

"Don't worry, I'll only toy with your corpse for a day."

Jiang Qian's face turned deathly pale, for the teleportation talisman had failed at that moment.

Yet just then, suddenly, a flash of red light streaked across the sky.

A fine line appeared at Feng Ruohan's neck, and in an instant, his head and torso separated, leaving a smooth cut.

His body crashed to the ground.

A cold, murderous voice rang out.

"Indeed, it's better to stay at home, so as not to encounter such vile things.

Alas, the moral climate of the cultivation world is still too poor."

A handsome man in a blood-red robe appeared, a hint of helplessness in his tone.

Seeing who it was, Jiang Qian's eyes shifted: "Young Master Qi!"

She hadn't expected that her savior would be Qi Yuan.

Such strength... a Divine Infant?

Her heart suddenly tightened.

Young Master Qi had killed Feng Ruohan—the skies over Cloud Heaven City were about to change.

"Young Master Qi, he is the young master of the Feng family in Cloud Heaven City, the local power here. Please take the young lady and leave this place at once. I will handle the aftermath!" Jiang Qian, true to her role as a capable steward, remained calm, prioritizing the main lineage's interests.

Qi Yuan smiled. "I'll leave after I see the strange painter." With that, his figure vanished, leaving Jiang Qian standing there, her expression shifting constantly.

"No, we can't let the Feng family know so soon that Feng Ruohan died at our Jiang clan's hands, or none of us will escape. Alas... Young Master Qi acted rashly; he shouldn't have gone for the kill!"

Jiang Qian lamented, but what was done was done, and she had no recourse.

...

"Senior Brother, hurry and get ready. We're going to the Divine Infant Banquet. Hey, where did you just go?" Jiang Lingsu sat before the vanity, glancing at Qi Yuan out of the corner of her eye.

Qi Yuan actually found it rather incomprehensible that Jiang Lingsu wore makeup.

She was already naturally beautiful, with flawless skin—no makeup needed at all.

Unlike those women on Arching Star, who lacked natural beauty—like Wu Qi—makeup could indeed elevate their appearance a notch in the eyes of ordinary people.

"I went to kill someone, and on the way, I used the Ten-Kill Overlord Fist to wipe out a clan, to rectify the moral climate of the cultivation world. The atmosphere in Cloud Heaven City is too foul," Qi Yuan said casually.

The Ten-Kill Overlord Fist was not a Dao art, but a martial technique.

What surprised Qi Yuan was that the martial path was indeed unique.

According to records, when a Yang Spirit realm immortal cultivator entered certain strange lands, their cultivation would drop by one rank.

And in those strange lands' cultivation systems, when a Yang Spirit entered the immortal cultivation world, their cultivation would also drop by one rank.

But Qi Yuan, the Myriad Dao Martial God, had no such restriction, preserving his martial god—that is, Yang Spirit—martial combat power.

"Oh, killing bad people." Jiang Lingsu was unfazed. "Senior Brother, look at my makeup—how is it?"

"Better without it," Qi Yuan offered an objective assessment.

Jiang Lingsu shot him a glare. "I have to completely outshine Qiong Yunting!"

"Why bother holding a grudge against a bro?" Qi Yuan chuckled.

"What? A bro?" Jiang Lingsu was momentarily stunned, then caught his meaning and covered her mouth with a laugh. "Senior Brother, you really know how to talk. At the Divine Infant Banquet later, if you can speak, say more!"

Jiang Lingsu suddenly remembered that her senior brother's tongue was far sharper than hers.

"I have social anxiety. I'll just find a spot and casually eat some melon."

"Huh?" Jiang Lingsu paused at that, then thought for a moment. "I'll keep you company."

...

The Divine Infant Banquet in Cloud City was a grand affair.

Not only did many young cultivators appear, but elders also arrived in droves.

Representatives from Cloud City and other major powers in Helan Prefecture were all present.

The protagonist of this Divine Infant Banquet was Wang Yunteng, the young master of the Wang clan.

It was said that at his birth, a strange fragrance filled the air, and a white deer came to offer spiritual nectar.

Wang Yunteng was regarded as the hope of the Wang family.

"Alas, Wang Yunteng is the same age as me, yet he's already a Divine Infant—no longer on the same level as us."

"The Wang family has produced such a qilin child; they will enjoy a thousand years of fortune!"

"I heard that the Wang family has an important announcement to make at this Divine Infant Banquet!"

"What important announcement?"

"I heard it's related to the legendary Blood-Robe Sword God!"

"Hiss, a Yin Spirit powerhouse!"

The visiting guests showered praise without end.

Wang Yunteng, arm around Qiong Yunting, wore a haughty expression.

The cultivators present could well understand his arrogance.

After all, he was young—a bit of pride was only natural.

Qiong Yunting's eyes swept over the guests, and when she spotted a familiar figure, she immediately went to greet her.

"Sister, you've finally arrived. I've been waiting for you.

Everyone, this is Jiang Lingsu, the young lady of the Jiang clan, and my dear friend!" Qiong Yunting said cheerfully.

"A member of the Jiang family? Wang Yunteng's prestige is indeed great—the Jiang family, from another prefecture, has even sent someone to attend the Divine Infant Banquet!"

"The Wang family's influence goes without saying. Which prominent family or sect in Helan Prefecture hasn't come?"

"Speaking of which, it's strange—why hasn't anyone from the Feng family of Cloud Heaven City shown up?"

The Feng family was the foremost power in Cloud Heaven City, backed by the Phoenix Palace, ranking among the top three forces in Helan Prefecture.

Being in the same city, it was odd that the Feng family's congratulatory gift hadn't arrived yet, and no one had come.

"The Feng family has always been proud; they probably want to make a grand entrance. Isn't that normal?"

The guests murmured among themselves.

Qiong Yunting's attention, however, was entirely fixed on Jiang Lingsu.

After all, this was a rare chance for her to outshine Jiang Lingsu.

"Sister's Dao companion is truly distinguished. Who would have thought that such a small place as the Hundred Kingdoms could produce a dragon!" Qiong Yunting's opening words were laced with veiled barbs.

On the surface, it seemed to praise Qi Yuan's talent, but in truth it spoke of his lowly origins.

Sure enough, when the guests heard that Qi Yuan hailed from the Land of a Hundred Kingdoms, those who had initially admired his handsome bearing and wished to befriend him withdrew their intentions.

The Land of a Hundred Kingdoms seemed to lack even a single Purple Mansion-level power.

Had it not been for the matter of the Bright Palace, they would never have even heard of the Land of a Hundred Kingdoms.

Hearing Qiong Yunting deliberately refer to her senior brother as her Dao companion, Jiang Lingsu blushed, but she had no time to explain and instead boasted with pride: "Sister is right, my senior brother is a true dragon—he once made the Eastern Lands Prodigy List!"

The Eastern Lands Prodigy List was not something just anyone could grace; it represented the strongest of the younger generation in the Eastern Lands.

"Could he really be a prodigy from the Eastern Lands Prodigy List?"

"Qi Yuan... I've never heard of him."

"Somewhat familiar, but that one doesn't seem to be a young prodigy."

On the Eastern Lands Prodigy List, the strongest of the younger generation were only at the Divine Infant stage, with most at the Yuan Dan stage.

Hearing this, Qiong Yunting was slightly taken aback.

She hadn't expected Jiang Lingsu to have hidden so much.

Such crucial information, and she only revealed it now!

All to steal her thunder.

"Alas, it's a pity that Yunteng was in seclusion a few years ago; otherwise, if he had competed for the Eastern Lands Prodigy List, he would have had no trouble placing in the top three," Qiong Yunting said with regret.

Jiang Lingsu rolled her eyes inwardly at Qiong Yunting upon hearing this.

On ordinary days, she couldn't be bothered to compete with Qiong Yunting.

But slandering her senior brother was absolutely unacceptable!

Just as she was about to speak, Qi Yuan beside her interjected: "Fairy Qiong, earlier today, didn't you say that if I attended the Divine Infant Banquet, you and Wang Yunteng would lend me some spirit stones to ease my urgent need?

I won't waste words—I've already said the pleasantries. When will Fairy Qiong produce the spirit stones?"

Qi Yuan was direct, cutting straight to the point.

He planned to borrow the money and leave.

Qiong Yunting was momentarily stunned, not expecting Qi Yuan to bring this up so bluntly—what thick skin!

And this was someone from the Eastern Lands Prodigy List?

"Your Jiang family's business in Yuntian City has run into some trouble. Lingsu and I are sisters; if you need help, I'll certainly assist. How much do you need to borrow? Sister will do her utmost to help you solve your difficulties!" Qiong Yunting said with a smile, displaying considerable grace.

The other cultivators all turned to look at Qi Yuan, their expressions strange.

He came to borrow money?

"Hmm... I've calculated it. The Wang family's assets are worth about a billion spirit stones, and the Qiong family is worth fifty million.

To be honest, you're both a bit poor—too few spirit stones. I won't be greedy; I'll just borrow one billion and fifty million spirit stones," Qi Yuan said calmly.

At these words, many in the hall gasped sharply.

This fellow... came to borrow spirit stones?

He's probably here to cause trouble!

(The chapter ends)