I had no intention of continuing to argue with this woman whose evil cultivation art had seeped into her bones. However, Ye An's investigation was probably not thorough enough—he had actually told me that Mi Ya possessed only ten thousand taels' worth of Tribulation Lightning Crystals. In a market where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold, that would barely be enough to buy a plot, build a shop, and grease the palms of the high-ranking Immortals. I had to find a way to fleece more money out of her.
At the very least, I had to make her rack her brains to gather Tribulation Lightning Crystals. Once she was in debt, even a penniless hero would be helpless. That was my goal as well.
When I returned to the Inscription Room, my female junior niece-disciple Wu Yueling was kneeling outside the door, her face streaked with tears like pear blossoms beaten by rain. I let out a cold snort and said, "So you were the one who barged into my Inscription Room just now? What gall."
"Martial Uncle, spare me! I'll never dare do it again, never again... Please, Martial Uncle, say something to Master for me. Don't cast me out of the sect, all right..." Wu Yueling knelt on the ground and kowtowed like pounding garlic, her forehead thudding against the floor until it turned red.
"Tell me, why do you keep trying to break into my secret chamber? This time, it wasn't merely your master's order, was it?" I leaned against a pillar with my arms folded, sizing up the girl who had been frequently showing her face before me these past few days.
"Your niece-disciple was worried about Hua Ling and Hua Qin... I've been terrified these past few days... afraid something might