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Chapter 63: Turning the tables
"Elder Feng, do you need us brothers to take action?" the thin-faced rogue cultivator asked.
"No need. He's merely a rogue cultivator at the seventh layer of Qi Refining. I have other things for you to do."
Feng Buxiu turned toward Sheng Gang. "The market has a shipment that needs you to deliver it to the Marshland Kingdom soon."
"Understood." Sheng Gang lowered his head, his voice respectful.
"Go." Feng Buxiu waved a hand, picked up his brush, and continued drawing talismans.
Sheng Gang glanced at the talisman out of the corner of his eye, then left the room with Sheng Yong.
A long while later, Feng Buxiu put down his brush. Looking at the failed second-tier talisman on the table, he sank into thought.
What a pity. If I could become a Second-Tier Talisman Master, the Shen Household would have to spare me a Foundation Establishment Pill, however reluctant they might be.
At that thought, Feng Buxiu could not help shaking his head. He casually picked up the ledger and murmured, "These Sheng brothers are clever and useful. Unfortunately, they know too much, and their minds are far too busy."
As his words fell, Feng Buxiu slowly rubbed the ledger's flyleaf with his fingers. Then flames rose from his fingertips.
Sizzle!
As the fire flickered, a trace of regret appeared in Feng Buxiu's eyes.
He had served the Shen Household for nearly a hundred years, earning them untold spirit stones.
Yet now that he was approaching Foundation Establishment, the Shen Household refused to give him even a single Foundation Establishment Pill, putting him off with one excuse after another.
Three years, then another three years. He no longer had time to wait.
The Foundation Establishment Pill the Shen Household had promised seemed close