Still, He Had Ridden on Old Ye's Coattails

The next day, Xu Wen got up early.

In fact, he had barely slept all night, tossing and turning in excitement.

By the time Su Fan got up, Xu Wen had already prepared breakfast.

Old Xu was as excited as if something incredible had happened, but Su Fan did not take it seriously at all.

"I'm going to set up a stall at the market later. You can stay at my place for a couple of days. We'll talk after things have settled down."

Old Xu immediately grew anxious.

"Brother, what are you afraid of? Even the Qingxuan Sect's Law Enforcement Team members are giving you face. Won't you be able to strut around Shaoyang Market from now on?"

Su Fan waved his hand. "Big Brother, you can stick with your gang. I don't want to get involved in your mess."

Old Xu was somewhat dumbfounded by his words.

"Brother, throughout Shaoyang Market Town, never mind us Rogue Cultivators—even the Outer Sect Disciples of Qingxuan Sect can't get close to those Inner Sect Disciples from the Law Enforcement Team."

Su Fan was amused by Old Xu. So that was what this guy was after.

"Big Brother, you want me to get acquainted with those people from the Law Enforcement Team?"

When he saw Old Xu nodding vigorously, Su Fan waved his hand.

"Make me press my hot face against someone else's cold butt? I can't do that."

Su Fan turned and left after saying that, while Old Xu stamped his feet and sighed. Why wouldn't Su Fan seize such a great opportunity?

Su Fan understood Old Xu's intentions perfectly.

If it had been Old Xu, he really could have handled the matter properly, but Su Fan had no such inclination.

He only wanted to live comfortably as a shut-in. He did not want to get involved in other people's affairs.

When he returned to the market, Su Fan set up his stall and sold goods as usual.

It was as if nothing had happened last night.

That afternoon, a person dressed in Qingxuan Sect robes came to his stall.

The other party's cultivation was very high, so Su Fan did not dare use the Lightning Dharma Eye.

But judging from the other party's aura alone, he knew that the man was at least at the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining, and was probably the person in charge of the Law Enforcement Team.

"I'm Meng Fan of Qingxuan Sect. If anything comes up in the future, you can come straight to me."

Hearing that, Su Fan hurriedly clasped his hands.

"Then I'm much obliged..."

The other man gave Su Fan a deep look before handing him Ye Tianhe's Flying Sword Token.

"This is Senior Brother Tianhe's token. Keep it safe..."

After saying that, he glanced at Su Fan once more, then turned and left.

Su Fan put the token into his Storage Bag and shook his head with a bitter smile.

These sect disciples really did look down their noses at everyone. Without Old Ye's instructions, they would not even have bothered with him.

At that moment, Su Fan suddenly realized that the surroundings had become eerily quiet.

He looked left and right, then jumped in fright.

The open-stall market seemed to have been frozen in time. Almost everyone stood there as if they had been struck by a Body-Fixing Technique, staring at him with their mouths agape.

Su Fan slapped his forehead. He had been too careless.

From now on, he probably would not get a moment's peace in Shaoyang Market.

Su Fan had not expected Meng Fan of Qingxuan Sect to be so straightforward that he would come directly to the open-stall market to meet him.

He had not thought much of it at first. It was only now that he realized what it meant.

The person in charge of Qingxuan Sect's Law Enforcement Team had personally come to his stall to meet him. How were these Rogue Cultivators supposed to interpret that?

He could not set up this stall anymore. He might as well go home and lie low for a few days.

Su Fan hurriedly packed up his stall, slung the tattered bundle over his back, and then left the market in embarrassment under the gazes of all the Rogue Cultivators.

Only after entering the courtyard did he finally let out a sigh of relief.

Su Fan had made up his mind. He definitely would not return to the market for the time being. He would wait until everyone forgot about this matter.

His plan was a fine one, but that very afternoon, people began coming to his door.

The first to arrive was Taihe Hall, which was responsible for the open-stall market.

The visitor was a polite middle-aged Rogue Cultivator. He said that they had offended Su Fan in the past and asked him not to take offense.

Then he left after tossing over a Storage Bag, saying that it contained a refund of the stall fees they had collected before.

Su Fan opened the Storage Bag and found five hundred spirit stones inside.

What the hell...

With so many spirit stones, how many years would he have had to set up stalls to earn them?

Damn it. Since they had given them to him, he might as well keep them. They were ill-gotten wealth anyway.

Xu Wen was completely dumbfounded. Taihe Hall was backed by several Outer Sect Disciples of Qingxuan Sect.

Immediately afterward, the leader of the Dark Cloud Gang, which had ambushed them the previous night, arrived.

A Late Qi Refining cultivator entered the courtyard and dropped to his knees before Su Fan with a thud.

The grown man burst into floods of tears, repeatedly insisting that his underlings had acted on their own. He made himself sound more wronged than Meng Jiangnü.

Then a large group of people began carrying things into the courtyard.

After Taihe Hall left, the other gangs arrived as well, including the people from Swift Wind Hall, where Old Xu belonged.

Several shops in the market even came over to join in the spectacle.

Su Fan was completely bewildered. When had he ever experienced a scene like this?

Fortunately, he had Old Xu, who knew how to handle social situations.

Su Fan shut the door and simply refused to see anyone.

He left all these comings and goings to Xu Wen.

The commotion continued until nightfall before things finally quieted down.

Old Xu entered the room with a ruddy face, picked up his teacup, gulped down enough tea to fill his belly, and then took out a list.

"Brother, I just calculated it..."

Su Fan was already irritated and waved his hand to interrupt him.

"Enough. I don't want to hear it right now..."

Old Xu chuckled. "All right, I'll tell you tomorrow."

After saying that, he hesitated before continuing, "The boss of our Swift Wind Hall told me to say that from now on, we'll take out thirty percent every month and deliver it to you."

Su Fan froze and hurriedly asked, "Why..."

Old Xu grinned. "You're now the Elder Enshrinee of our Swift Wind Hall. You don't have to do anything every day. You can just sit back and collect spirit stones."

Su Fan immediately flew into a rage. These people simply wanted to use his name to swagger around everywhere.

"I'm not doing it..."

Old Xu gave a bitter smile, then patted his chest and guaranteed, "Brother, with me here, you can rest assured. Our Swift Wind Hall won't use your name to cause trouble. We just don't want to be bullied."

After hearing Old Xu out, Su Fan thought for a moment and nodded.

"All right, then. I'll be an Attendant. But if anything happens, don't expect me to take responsibility."

Seeing that Su Fan had agreed, Old Xu hurriedly bowed to him again and again.

"If Swift Wind Hall goes around provoking trouble, I'll be the first to quit."

Su Fan smiled bitterly. Joining a hall was fine too. At least it would save him from being harassed by the other gangs.

With Old Xu keeping an eye on Swift Wind Hall, he would know immediately if anything happened.

In the days that followed, Su Fan kept his doors closed to visitors.

Every day, he holed up at home cultivating and drawing talismans, then had a drink with Old Xu at night. His days passed in complete leisure.

Just a few days ago, he had still been worrying about spirit stones. Who could have imagined that he would no longer need to set up a stall, and that people would now deliver spirit stones to his door every month?

The spirit stones sent by the various gangs alone added up to at least seven or eight thousand.

Moreover, Swift Wind Hall had another monthly income. According to Old Xu, it amounted to at least two or three hundred spirit stones.

And that was only for now. Once Su Fan became their Attendant, Swift Wind Hall's earnings would multiply several times over.

In any case, he would not need to worry about spirit stones for the next year or two.

At first, Su Fan had been somewhat uneasy, but after a few days, he had come to terms with it.

At the end of the day, he had ridden on Old Ye's coattails.

He already owed Ye Tianhe so many favors that one more would not hurt. When the fleas grew numerous, they stopped biting; when debts piled high, there was no point worrying about them either.