Interested

After Yun Zishan left, the interrogation room fell silent, leaving only Yang Ning and Xu Yinyin.

Xu Yinyin curiously examined the VR goggles and earphones scattered on the floor, bending down to reach for them. Yang Ning stopped her with a swift hand: "Don't touch them. There's blood on them—not clean."

The maiden's hand hovered midair as she looked up at Yang Ning, her eyes full of curiosity: "You... where did all these things come from? I've never seen such strange objects."

Yang Ning picked up a nearby rag to wipe the bloodstains from his hands, his tone flat: "They're all goods from my shop."

"Your shop? You mean... that 'Myriad Things Come'?"

Yang Ning looked at her with slight surprise: "You've heard of it?"

"Of course!" Xu Yinyin nodded eagerly, her eyes brimming with excitement. "Senior Disciple Brother mentioned it many times, saying 'Myriad Things Come' is full of all sorts of bizarre stuff. Other senior brothers and sisters talk about it too, always saying things like 'Incense Sect forever,' and calling you the Incense Sect's sect leader. I've wanted to go see it for ages, but Master keeps me so strict with training that I never found the chance."

Yang Ning's eyelid twitched. He waved his hand and said, "Don't listen to their nonsense. I've never been any Incense Sect sect leader."

With that, he stepped out of the interrogation room, and Xu Yinyin quickly followed.

"By the way, are all the things in your shop this novel?" Xu Yinyin trotted to keep up with Yang Ning's pace, her tone lively.

Yang Ning answered as he walked: "Pretty much. Most of the stuff you probably haven't seen before."

Xu Yinyin's eyes grew even brighter, and she said excitedly: "Then are the things you sell expensive?"

"That depends on what you want to buy." Spotting a potential customer, Yang Ning explained patiently: "The cheapest is Sweet Water for a few hundred Tongbao. As for the expensive ones..." He raised the Tablet Computer in his hand. "Something like this costs a hundred Spirit Stones."

"Ohh." Xu Yinyin nodded with a vague understanding, then remembered something else: "So where do you source all these goods?"

Yang Ning stopped walking and gave the standard answer he used for this question: "Secret."

With that, he turned and continued forward.

Xu Yinyin recalled that on her first day joining the sect, Yun Zishan had told her the Cultivation World was vast, with countless extraordinary people and wonders beyond imagination.

Though the Sword Sect, as one of the Top Two Under Heaven, sat at the center of the Cultivation World, the distant Eastern Wasteland held the legendary Dragon Clan, the Southern Ridge had half-human, half-beast beings, and the Western Desert contained ancient ruins scattered with tools and Treasure Tools no one had ever seen or knew how to use.

So she must never grow arrogant just because of her exceptional cultivation talent.

Xu Yinyin thought to herself: This guy's stuff probably comes from the ruins in the Western Desert, and he just happens to know how to use them correctly.

"Ouch!"

Just as Xu Yinyin was lost in thought, she bumped into Yang Ning, who had suddenly stopped.

"What are you doing~"

Yang Ning had already reached the underground staircase. Facing the dark, pitch-black passage, he halted.

Xu Yinyin leaned forward, rubbing her forehead, and saw fine beads of sweat on Yang Ning's brow.

"What's wrong with you..."

Yang Ning took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand.

"Nothing. Just a bit tired. Not feeling well."

Xu Yinyin didn't think much of it. She reached out, grabbed Yang Ning's arm, and lightly stepped forward, lifting them both into the air.

Yang Ning squeezed his eyes shut, feeling only the wind rushing past his ears.

In no time, he felt his feet touch the ground. He let out a long breath, struggling to calm his rapid breathing and heartbeat.

When Yang Ning opened his eyes—

"What the hell!"

Xu Yinyin's face was almost pressed against his. Yang Ning jumped back in fright, crossing his arms over his chest: "What are you doing!"

The maiden gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and gave a playful smile: "Nothing. Just noticed your skin is really nice. How do you take care of it?"

Yang Ning steadied himself, let out a long sigh, and slowly relaxed.

He lowered his arms: "I have something for skincare called a Face Mask. Next time you come to the shop, I'll give you ten percent off."

Xu Yinyin shot Yang Ning a glare: "Hey, I brought you up here. Shouldn't I get at least twenty percent off? Ten percent is way too stingy!"

Yang Ning: "Twenty percent off."

Xu Yinyin: "Fifty percent off!"

Yang Ning: "Thirty percent off."

Xu Yinyin: "Forty percent off!"

Yang Ning: "Full price."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Xu Yinyin waved her hands frantically. "Thirty percent it is, deal!" She pouted in complaint. "The price kept going up—can't you play fair?"

Yang Ning looked at this mischievous maiden, gave a helpless smile, and shook his head as he walked out of Zhaoyu Tower. Xu Yinyin quickly trotted after him.

"Follow me," Xu Yinyin sidled up to Yang Ning. "Master told me to take you to the accounts office to withdraw a hundred Spirit Stones. Come with me!"

Meanwhile, the Law Enforcement Hall was buzzing with noise as Yun Zishan launched a full-scale crackdown on the Undercover Agent.

She first personally searched the rooms of a few trusted Female Disciples, confirming there were no Magic Stones, then ordered them to continue checking the others. The remaining disciples were gathered at the Training Ground, under Yun Zishan's direct supervision, while her Confidant Disciples searched their rooms.

As for the patrolling disciples who came and went, none stopped to question Xu Yinyin bringing a stranger—after all, as the Hall Master's personal disciple, her status was unlike anyone else's.